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All these had sunk; but O what chiefs
Had Nithsdale to bemoan!

Strong Glencairn dying waved his helm,

And cheered his merrymen on.

Lord Herries lay in a gory swathe
Of men his blade had mown;

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The moon rode radiant now, and high
The stars gleamed brightly round:
'Twas silence all, from Drumlanrig-dell
To Durisdeer's misty bound.

And Lord Maxwell's steed rode through the Save where the gentle river sent

ranks,

But his gallant rider was gone.

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And Roger Kirkpatrick, hot with fight,
Leaned 'gainst an oak-tree hoar;
Lord Johnstone's pennon, he won with his
brand,

Was drenched in his bosom gore,
His eye waxed dim, yet still his blade
With a soldier's grasp he bore.

25.

George Gordon's steed runs fetlock deep
Through gore; and, as he goes,
His rider's helmet-plume to the moon
All pure and spotless shows.
What stain can touch the noble plume
That graces a Gordon's brows?

To the bravest hand that ever bore brand
That warlike crest ne'er bows.
26.

And now the evening dew fell clear

The small birds sought their bowers
The hare licked the honey-dew from her
foot,

As she sported on banks of flowers.
The mower had left his scythe i' the swaird,
And ta'en the lily lea;

The shepherd had folded his lambs frae the
fox,

And hameward whistled he,

A sweet and a slender sound,

I could hear the breathing of the dun deer
Asleep on the dewy ground.

31.

"Twas sweet to stand on Lillycross hill,

And mark where the moon-beam brave
Spilt its liquid silver on cliff and scaur,
And touched Ae's fairy wave,
Or a golden top to Glenae groves,

And Lord Morison's turrets gave.

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There Fancy might delighted sit,
And shape the fragrant air

To forms of heaven, and people the groves
With dames and damsels fair,

Proud warlike shapes with eyes of fire,

And hands to do and dare,

And bid the spirits of earth and heaven
To the revelry repair.

33.

Lord Morison through the greenwood comes
With his merry men all in a row;
Their helms and brands in blood and dust

Have dimmed their morning glow.
Their hands they wave, that a banquet's
spread

To the raven and the crow;
All under the gleam of the round bright

moon

They sing as they merrily go.

34. "Allan Morison loves to rule the bands All ranked, armed, and steady; And loves to hear the shouts o' weir, When spears are levelled ready;

And measure a sword with a gallant

knight

By stream or woodland shady: But dearer than them a' to his heart Is his sweet lovely lady."

When Bernard de Avelyne concluded his ballad of Chivalry, the brightness that overflushed his face became gradually darker, his palsied hands forsook the harp, he buried his face in his hands and his hoary hair, and seemed to labour under that bodily as well as mental depression which sometimes succeeds sudden and unwonted exertion.

The fair Cameronian and Ronald Rodan supported him on each side till he slowly recovered his accustomed tranquillity, and thus he ad dressed them, mingling the querulousness of old and helpless age, with the overabounding love of minstrelsy and chivalry. Bless ye, my children, and may your lot be a happy one in the land of your fathers! You have hearkened the last song that ever Bernard de Avelyne will sing; and the chief name that it celebrates lies to-day with its last descendant in dust, and will soon cease to be heard among you. So it is, and so hath it been, with the noblest names of the land. The honoured sod that covers the Nithsdale Douglas, the Seaton, the Maxwell, the Morison, the Cuninghame, and the Herries, has passed from their names and claims for lords' names new to honour, and strange to fame. Here and there only a shoot of the noble houses of Maxwell and Kirkpatrick survive, as the boundary trees of the Galwegian forest, to tell us the extent of our loss. The land swarms not, as of old, with knighted warriors, and martial shepherds, and warlike husbandmen, who could do battle for a princedom: a new race has sprung up, who know not noble minstrelsy. We have the mechanical minded manufacturer, seated among his looms, as a spider in his mesh, calculating the loss and gain of distant markets, and meting out human labour as he does his dimity. We have him with hands unpurified from the negro-whip-purchasing with the price of blood the lands of the far-descended. Were I the meanest mendicant that ever gnawed a bone, I would scorn his alms, nor touch the thing that he hath touched for unsummed gold. We have the ignoble and grip ing usurer, crawling on either side of the open hedge of human law, and rearing palaces, and planting orchards, out of the dishonourable gains he hath wrung from the misery of mankind. And, above all, we have that artificer

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with the pen of justice, and the parchment of law, removes ancient landmarks, and devours the substance of widows, and the patrimony of the orphan. The shepherd's staff, the husbandman's plowshare, the hero's spear, the stays and support of noble minstrelsy, have been trodden down and broken-as the wild beast of old trode down the thistle of Lebanon-by the merchant and the mariner, who set up the strange gods of stowage, steerage, brokerage, and barter, against the ancient and primitive gods of the land. The poetic nature of man is changed, and the bright and heaven-descended vision of chivalry, revealed so long to Scotland, has been chased away by the coming darkness of the mean and ignoble. Man, who was once free, and, with the bow and the reap-hook, could sus tain himself in the forest and the field, is now become an artificial being, dependent and enslaved. Build not thy hopes, therefore, Ronald Rodan, my son, on unstable waters; nor immerse thyself in the crowded and mechanical city; but dwell on the bonnie green hill, the fresh mountain-side, or the vale of the husbandman. Divide the earth with thy plowshare, and trust thy hopes in the ground, as thy forefathers trusted, when they guarded their flocks with the brand and with the spear. Trust not, therefore, my son, to the smiles of the barren and faithless ocean; nor fasten thy hope to the sails of the mariner and the unstable wind. Go, my son, and go thou, my daughter; mine aged limbs lack repose; treasure an old man's words; and remember that happiness here and hereafter, as well as true and permanent poetry, is the offspring of noble and virtuous thought, and a devout and God-fearing heart.'-He laid his hands on their heads, and blessed them.

I retired unobserved to my little chamber, and awakened when the harvest-horn of the Cameronian elder was collecting his reapers in the sunny air, and swain and maid were whetting their sickles for the certain

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DOMESTIC POLITICS.

IT IS A PURPOSED THING, AND GROWS BY PLOT,
TO CURB THE WILL OF THE NOBILITY:-
SUFFERT, AND LIVE WITH SUCH AS CANNOT RULE,
NOR EVER WILL BE RULED.

THE turbulence and obtrusive disloyalty which had swelled with the progress of the Queen's trial I have subsided, and the tide has turned. The impulse of vehement faction will always make some impresision on the vast and fluctuating expanse of the public mind, but its mightier movements are obedient to laws from no temporary authority; and it is never stirred in its mass, but by an influence beyond the sphere of our low, intemperate, human passions. The character of the British nation is tardiness to pronounce judgment; the habits of jurisprudence have been familiar to the country, till they have become a part of its nature; and they have infixed that reluctance to hasty decisions, and that general propensity to the collection and weighing of evidence, which leaves, for the time, so easy a triumph to daring imposture. But this irresolution, which leaves the national mind powerless for the moment, has a noble compensation in the righteous and solemn judgment that is sure to follow-and the public conviction comes to the punishment of this bustling hypocrisy with a strength which intrigue has never been able to withstand.

This result must have at length arrived, from the general character of the Queen's defence, and the national eye must have turned with disgust on the petty artifice and flagitious indecency of her abettors. But this result has been hastened by an act of wanton effrontery, the Queen's visit to St Paul's. We exclude that unfortunate woman from the chief share of the censure. She comes into these pages only as the puppet of faction. Let her crime be between her conscience and that tribunal before which the purest may well humble themselves. But as the Queen of England, giving, however ignorantly, some shadow of royal authority to the proceedings, that, to all other eyes, have for their object the overthrow of the constitution, we must look to the waving of her

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banner, not as the sport of a fickle and feeble wantoning, but as the direct signal around which the evil of the land is to be congregated; not to see it mocking the air in idle state, but leading wild, rude, revengeful beggars to the consummation of their labours. The junction of the Queen's cause with that of the radicals, makes both the fitter objects for administrative vigilance. Radicalism is subversion, total excision and overthrow,-the substitution, not of one order of polity for another, but an utter destruction of the present state of things in all their shapes of established and ancient use, to make way for desolation, or for the desperate experiment of ignorance and passion, inflamed by obsolete grudges and new impunity. With these reformers, there is no gradual corrective of public suffering. These new doctors of the body politic have no faith in alteratives; the patient must at once take up his bed and walk, or be flung into the grave. The processes of nature are too slow for the rapid intelligence of revolution. Their harvest must be raised from a soil which has never been polluted by the ignorant husbandry of past generations. They will not dip their plough into the clay, unless it has been cleared by a general deluge. The cause which connected itself with those missionaries of public havoc, the propaganda of the downfall of Kings and Priests, at once stamped itself guilty. Innocence rests on the faith of the Law; Guilt takes refuge among the mob. The Queen has done much to establish the opinion of her judges by her adoption of this common subterfuge of crime. But radicalisim has yet gained nothing by opening its sanctuary to the royal fugitive. With what rites it may have received her, what mysterious voices of speedy retribution on her accusers may have been uttered from the shrine, what grim and furious festivity crowned the reception of the illustrious convert,

remains to be told-perhaps to form the future revelation of the dungeon and the scaffold.

But Radicalism is too wise in its generation, to give its help without an equivalent. It has nothing of the weakness of benevolence in its protection, it makes no Samaritan journeys to find out the perishing and wounded by the wayside. It drives a solid, worldly bargain, with a due estimate of the profit and loss on its charity, and volunteers its purse and its dagger only where it is secured upon the mortgage of opulence or power; and the bond will be exacted. The Queen's patronage is already contemplated as part and parcel of the estate of faction. What new honour is to reinforce the decayed glories of

Sir Robert Wilson's Star! what sinecure is to lay the unction to Alderman Wood's finances; by what well fed and festive occupation in the Royal Kitchen, the member for Coventry is to resume the abdicated purple of his

countenance, all this is to be measured by the liberality that showered orders on a footman, and installed his beggary in the Barona. But, we may be assured, that from this treasury, the dry and withered resources of Radicalism will be refreshed, and that, with whatever blushing reluctance, the haters of Kings will be converted into pensioners on the Royal Bounty.

Yet all this prospective fruition is not without its present balance. The triumphs at Brandenburgh house have bred jealous ies. The civic manners of the patriotic alderman, brought out by wine and exhilaration, have been contrasted with those of men who, in other days, were companions for the honourable. Royalty is, after all, aristocratic, and

the tastes which seem enamoured of a lacquey, in the languid airs of the Milanese, are not to be always relied on in our less amatory climate, for equal condescension, even to a 66 FEU Lord Maire de Londres." Sir Robert Wilson's graces have, for some time, been in the ascendant, and even Peter Moore has not sighed without a smile. The alderman retired under pretence of ill health, like a disbanded minister, to his estates. But let Sir Robert tremble, for Bergami has suddenly ordered post-horses from Paris! "Am I not Egypt-what if I have lov'd?

Seen Cæsar kneel to me? Come, Antony! And I will spurn all else".

down.

The lower agitators, who were not admitted into those arcana epularum, beThe smiles of gan to be offended. royalty are relaxing by their very nature; and while the feast went on, the vigour of riot was obviously melting another Capua in Brandenburgh house, The rabble agents dreaded and to silence the growing discontent, and marshal their forces once more, a field-day was ordered under the name of a procession to St Paul's. This of view, for it showed to the doubters, measure had its advantage in one point that their leaders were still ready to cry,

"to the field," and that there was no defiance which they were not prepared to throw down to public decency. But in point of drawing over partizanship from the and worse than failure. The people more respectable orders, all was failure, of England are unwisely attempted by

those who reason from their civil captiousness to their religious indifference. adding the insult of religion to the inNo demagogue has ever succeeded by sult of the laws. Fanaticism has done

much, but atheism is not yet a passport to the errors even of the mob. sion to the metropolitan church was England is not France. This procesfelt to be a religious offence, and it excited great and general alienation. The belief of the citizens, and of all above the mere refuse of the streets, defence by her counsel. Placards and was against the validity of the Queen's addresses were their public language, and these of course both testify of inthe phrase which owes its origin to the nocence, and her "unsunned snow," protecting alderman, and is so happily characteristic of his eloquence. But their talk in the " market-places and greetings of men," was a perpetual excursion to Brandenburgh House was ridicule of her claims to purity. The a drive to the country, heightened by the huzzas of the populace through the glory of driving with four horseswhom they filed, and the consummating indulgence of passing through the drawing-room of a Queen's villa and What tailors' apprentice, or sempstress, receiving the homages of a Queen.or menial of any description, could resist this on a scruple of conscience? On the same principle, Messalina would

ness in which their forefathers lived."--Ànswer to Liecester Females.

"The Hierarchy made themselves inof the establishment to motives of secular strumental in sacrificing the charitableness interest or personal malevolence.”—Answer to St Botolph's.

"The Members of the Hierarchy must have forgotten it to be their duty not to prostrate themselves at the feet of any temporal master, in questions in which con. science is concerned.”—Answer to Clerken

well.

have had half the metropolis to shout
after her chariot-wheels. But here
was no country excursion, no exhilar-
ation by the indulgences of the way
side, no address, and acclamation,
and firing of guns, and pantomime of
mock royalty, but a hazardous and
repulsive adventure to the house of
prayer. In this the populace found
but little excitement and no jest, and
the rational, and religious, and loyal,
a source of shame, regret, and alarm.
From that moment inseparable dis-
gust took possession of the majority.
Something may be humanly forgiven
even to guilt struggling to save itself
by whatever desperate and frantic as-
severation. The Queen's protest a-
gainst the vote of the Peers on the
third reading was a dreadful profana-
tion in the eyes of those who had not
been able to convince themselves of
her innocence. But it might have
been the outrage of passions, worked
up to their height-it was like the
blind and reckless grasp of the drown-
ing, that will seize what it can, with-swer to Leicester Females.
out distinction or respect. But the
visit to St Paul's seemed wilful, gratu-
itous, audacious;-if the Queen was
innocent, a measure unsuitable to her
modesty yet uncleared; if guilty, a
flagitious profanation.

"Persons who have long been in the habit of making Religion the pretext of their tyranny, or the veil of their selfishness.”. Answer to Liecester Females.

But the individual's guilt or purity is comparatively unimportant as a public interest. The view in which she has a right to attract public vigilance, is as the rallying point of a routed faction. Her movements, trifling as they may be in themselves, are of weight as the indications of this restless malignity. From the flittings of the mother bee we ascertain the swarming of the hive.

It was not forgotten on this melancholy occassion, with what sentiments the Queen regarded the church and clergy of England. If the evidence lied, that declared her to have abandoned all religious worship in her household in Italy, and to have attended the Catholic chapels as a sacrifice to the religion of Bergami, there could be no contradiction of her sentiments in such rescripts as these:

"Calm wisdom teaches me that I ought never to give my sanction to the narrow views of any sect."-Answer to Lewis.

"I am not the narrow-minded advocate of any sect."-Answer to Halifax.

"Churchmen are usually more remarkable, even than Statesmen, for being behind the Light of the Age. They adhere pertinaciously to ancient forms. They are unwilling to pass beyond that boundary of darkVOL. VIII.

"The temporal Peers, sanctified by the presence of united Bishops and Archbishops, are endeavouring to calculate the chances of adultery."—Answer to Marylebone.

"The religion and morals of a people are not at all dependent on the ceremonial of an expensive establishment."-Answer to Montrose.

"There is only one view in which I can regard this alteration with any complacency, and that is, as the first step in the good work of ecclesiastical reformation.”—An

"Churchmen would do well, ere it be another reformation that is rising upon the too late, to open their eyes upon the Sun of

world."-Ibid.

"The vicinity of a Cathedral is not always that kind of atmosphere that is most favourable to the growth of patriotic independence, or of high-minded generosity."Answer to Parishes of St Maurice and Winchester.

The procession at length took place, after a week of ostentatious negotiation with Common Council-men and City Agitators, for the obvious purpose of blowing a trumpet to the loose and idle of the metropolis. A pompous programme of this royal progress was fixed up in the streets for some days before, and every art familiar to the Woods and Wilsons of this world was practised with minute diligence. But each "graced actor" in this drama of the "Mobbed Queen,” had his appropriate part. Alderman Wood, illustrious for conduct and council within Temple-Bar, undertook to manœuvre the civic patriots. Robert Wilson, all military, adopted the command of what was, for effect, first called a Guard of Honour ! but afterwards, through prudent caution, screened under the softer appellation of a cavalcade. The Benefit Societies, a body formidable from their numbers, and still more from the compact organization and rapid correspondence, which make them among the first objects of radicalism to seduce, were or

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