Quhilk maid divorce twene man and wyfe, Quilk in this realme has been full ryfe ; "In July, on Saint James his even, FAIR HELEN OF KIRKCONNELL. "A LADY of the name of Helen Irving or Bell, (for this is disputed by the two clans,) daughter of the laird of Kirkconnell, in Dumfriesshire, and celebrated for her beauty, was beloved by two gentlemen in the neighbourhood. The name of the favoured suitor was Adam Fleming of Kirkpatrick: that of the other has escaped tradition, although it has been alleged that he was a Bell of Blacket-house. The addresses of the latter were, however, favoured by the friends of the lady, and the lovers were therefore obliged to meet in secret, and by night, in the churchyard of Kirkconnell, a romantic spot surrounded by the river Kirtle. During one of these private interviews, the jealous and despised lover suddenly appeared on the opposite bank of the stream, and levelled his carabine at the breast of his rival. Helen threw herself before her lover, received in her bosom the bullet, and died in his arms. A desperate and mortal combat ensued between Fleming and the murderer, in which the latter was cut to pieces. Other accounts say that Fleming pursued his enemy to Spain, and slew him in the streets of Madrid."-Sir Walter Scott. I WISH I were where Helen lies! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me! 1 Fierce. Oh think ye na my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spake nae mair! There did she swoon wi' meikle care, On fair Kirkconnell lee. As I went down the water side, I lighted down, my sword did draw, O Helen fair, beyond compare! Oh that I were where Helen lies! O Helen fair! O Helen chaste! I wish my grave were growing green; On fair Kirkconnell lee. I wish I were where Helen lies! For her sake that died for me! GILDEROY. THE hero of this beautiful lament was Patrick Macgregor, Gillie Roy, the Red Boy, so called on account of the colour of his hair, and who was a notorious freebooter and cateran in the upper district of Perthshire, where he committed great outrages on the inhabitants. It is narrated in Spalding's History that "Gilderoy, and five other lymmars, were taken and had to Edinburgh, and all hanged in the month of July 1638.” GILDEROY was a bonnie boy, He was my joy, and heart's delight, Oh twa sic charming een he had, My Gilderoy and I were born Our daddies and our mammies they To think upon the bridal day For Gilderoy, that luve of mine, |