The lady shrunk and fainting sunk, For it scorched like a fiery brand. The sable score of fingers four There is a nun in Dryburgh bower That nun who ne'er beholds the day, THE GRAY BROTHER 6 A fragment written in 1799. "The tradition,' says Scott, upon which the tale is founded, regards a house upon the barony of Gilmerton, near Lasswade, in Mid-lothian. This building, now called Gilmerton Grange, was originally named Burndale, from the following tragic adventure. The barony of Gilmerton belonged, of yore, to a gentleman named Heron, who had one beautiful daughter. This young lady was seduced by the Abbot of Newbattle. a richly endowed abbey upon the banks of the South Esk, now a seat of the Marquis of Lothian. Heron came to the knowledge of this circumstance, and learned also that the lovers carried on their guilty intercourse by the connivance of the lady's nurse, who lived at this house of Gilmerton Grange, or Burndale. He formed a resolution of bloody vengeance, undeterred by the supposed sanctity of the clerical character or by the stronger claims of natural affection. Choosing, therefore, a dark and windy night, when the objects of his vengeance were engaged in a stolen interview, he set fire to a stack of dried thorns, and other combustibles, which he had caused to be piled against the house, and reduced to a pile of glowing ashes the dwelling, with all its in mates.' THE Pope he was saying the high, high mass All on Saint Peter's day, With the power to him given by the saints in heaven To wash men's sins away. The Pope he was saying the blessed mass, And all among the crowded throng At the holiest word he quivered for fear, And when he would the chalice rear 'The breath of one of evil deed A being whom no blessed word A wretch at whose approach abhorred 20 30 40 Through woods more fair no stream more sweet Rolls to the eastern main. |