of it conditionally is fold; with Extracts from Symes's Embaffy to -Military Eftablishment of the -Character of the Birmans,; 423 drefs, perfon, &c. - To Mr Campbell, Author of "The Ode for his Majefty's Birth-day, 458 Extracts from the Farmer's Boy, a rural Poem in four books, ibid. 427 430 London Gazettes, THE EDINBURGH MAGAZINE, OR LITERARY MISCELLANY, FOR JUNE 1800. FOR THE EDINBURGH MAGAZINE. AN EXCURSION FROM BERWICK UPON TWEED, TO THE HERMITAGE NEAR WARKWORTH, We embarked in a little boat from Berwick upon Tweed, and in about two hours reached Holy Ifland. By the ebbing and flowing of the tide, this place is two times a continent, and as often an island, in one day: the village is chiefly inhabited by fishermen; we faw nothing worth notice but the venerable remains of Lindesfarn and the caftle, acceffible only by a winding path, cut on the fouth fide of the rock on which it ftands. We left Holy Island and landed on House Island, one of the Farn ilands, where there is a light-houfe, the remains of a fquare tower, the church, which is now converted into a dwelling houfe, inhabited by the light-houfe keeper, and fome other buildings now in ruins. At the north end of the ifland, from the top to the bottom of the rock is a deep chafm, which has a communication with the fea, through which the wa ter, in tempestuous weather, is forced with great violence to the height of 60 feet and upwards; a fine breeze foon brought us to Bamborough Caftle, a place of great antiquity, and was a fortrefs of great strength in the early time of the Saxons; apartments and beds are here fitted up for failors fhipwrecked on the coaft, a conftant patrole is kept every flormy night, for above 8 miles of the fea coaft: by this philanthropic inflitution many valuable lives have been faved, Leaving Bamborough, we paffed through Embleton, and croffed the bridge over the Alne to Alnwick, a pretty little town: the buildings are chiefly modern, and fome of them approach to elegance: the castle, which belongs to the Duke of Northumberland, is a building which at once unites all the magnificence and grandeur of the old taste, with the elegance of modern improvement. The freedom of this Borough was one of king John's ridiculous inftitutions, who ordained 3 E 2 that "The king was a comical man, To punish the town for neglect. "And therefore a royal decree, His comical noddle produc'd; That no man a burgefs fhould be, But who like himself had been fluic'd. Vint's Mead of Momus. We had a pleasant ride through a finely cultivated country to Warkworth, fituated on the northern inclination of a hill, forming a pleasing though fteep approach to the caftle: we paffed about half a mile up the river Coquet to the Hermitage; the approach is kept in excellent order; we were conducted by a narrow walk to the door of the Hermitage, lofty and perpendicular rocks confining the walk to the width of four feet: from the fummit of the cliffs a grove of oaks is fufpended, giving a folemn shade; and at their foot iffues a spring of the purest water which formerly fupplied the reclufe. The chapel is ftill entire, and is extremely fmall, being only 18 feet long, and 7 broad and high, in which there is a fmall tomb or monument on the fouth fide of the altar, and on the top lyes a figure delicately defigned in a praying attitude; about the tomb are feveral other figures cut in the rock, there are like wife two other apartments adjoining to the chapel. The Hermitage is elegantly defcribed by the ingenious Dr Percy, in his beautiful poem of the Hermit of Warkworth, from which I have been tempted to infert the following accurate defcription. And now attended by their hoft, The hermitage they view'd, All cut with nicest skill, And piercing through a ftony arch, There, deck'd with many a flower and herb, His little garden stands; All planted by his hands. Each proper ornament was there, The cross, the crown, and fpear. Two eafy fteps afcend; All in the living stone; Lean'd hovering o'er her breast; And near to thefe her creft. Lies fculptur'd here fo fair! For forrow scarce could fpeak; Alas! my children, human life Is but a vale of woe; And very mournful is the tale, G. T. AC. |