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Oft on the trampling band, from crown
No summons calls them to the tower,
On through the hamlet as they paced,
Lord Marmion drew his rein :
1 The village of Gifford lies about four miles from Haddington ; close to it is Yester House, the seat of the Marquis of Tweeddale, and a little farther up the stream, which descends from the hills of Lammermoor, are the remains of the old castle of the family.
The village inn seem'd large, though rude ;?
Might well relieve his train.
Soon, by the chimney's merry blaze,
Bore wealth of winter cheer ;
I The accommodations of a Scottish hostelrie, or inn, in the sixteenth century, may be collected from Dunbar's admirable tale of “The Friars of Berwick." Simon Lawder," the gay ostlier," seems to have lived very comfortably; and his wife decorated her person with a scarlet kirtle, and a belt of silk and silver, and rings upon her fingers; and feasted her paramour with rabbits, capons, partridges, and Bourdeaux wine. At least, if the Scottish inns were not good, it was not for want of encouragement from the legislature ; who, so early as the reign of James I., not only enacted that in all borougbs and fairs there be hostellaries, having stables and chambers, and provision for man and horse, but by another statute, ordained that no man, travelling on horse or foot, should presume to lodge anywhere except in these hostellaries; and that no person, save innkeepers, should receive such travellers, under the penalty of forty shillings, for exercising such hospitality. But in spite of these provident enactments, the Scottish hostels are but indifferent, and strangers continue to find reception in the houses of individuals.
* James I, Parliament I, cap. 24; Parliament III., cap. 56
Of sea-fowl dried, and solands store,
And savoury haunch of deer.
Were tools for housewives' hand ;
The buckler, lance, and brand,
IV. Theirs was the glee of martial breast, And laughter theirs at little jest ; And oft Lord Marmion deign'd to aid, And mingle in the mirth they made ; For though with men of high degree, The proudest of the proud was he, Yet, train'd in camps, he knew the art To win the soldier's hardy heart. They love a captain to obey, Boisterous as March, yet fresh as May; With open hand and brow as free, Lover of wine and minstrelsy;