it Notwithstanding, the lords held them quiet till they caused certain armed men to pass into the king's pallion, and two or three wise men to pass with them, and give the king fair pleasant words, till they laid hands on all the king's servants, and took them and hanged them before his eyes over the bridge of Lawder. incontinent they brought forth Cochran, and his hands bound with a tow, who desired them to take one of his own pallion tows and bind his hands, for he thought shame to have his hands bound with such a tow of hemp, like a thief. The lords answered, he was a traitor, he deserved no better; and, for despight, they took a hair tether,' and hanged him over the bridge of Lawder, above the rest of his complices.n—Prrsco1'ns, p. 78, folio edit.

Note 14. Stanza xiv.
Against the war had Angus stood,
And cbafed his royal lord.

Angus was an old man when the war against England was resolved upon. He earnestly spoke against that measure from its commencement; and, on the eve of the battle of Flodden, remonstrated so freely on the impolicy of fighting, that the king said to him,with scorn and indignation, it if he was afraid, he might go home.» The earl burst into tears at this insupportable insult, and retired accordingly, leaving his sons, George, master of Angus, and Sir William of Glenbervie, to command his followers. They were both slain in the battle, with two hundred gentlemen of the name of Douglas. The aged earl, broken-hearted at the calamities of his house and country, retired into a religious house, where he died about a year after the ficld of Flodden.

Note 15. Stanza xv.
Then rest you in Tsuthllon Hold.

The ruins of Tantallon Castle occupy a high rock projecting intojthe German Ocean, about two miles east of North llerwick. The building is not seen till a close approach, as there is rising ground betwixt it and the land. The circuit is of large extent, fenced upon three sides by the precipice which overhangs the sea, and on the fourth by a double ditch and very strong outworks. Tantallon was a principal castle of the Douglas family_ and when the Earl of Angus was banished, in i527, it continued to hold out against James V. The king went in person against it, and, for its reduction, borrowed from the castle of Dunbar, then belonging to the Duke of Albany, two great cannons, whose names, as Pitscottieinforms us with laudable minuteness, were It Thrownmou|.h'd Mow and her Marrow;» also, << two great botcards, and two moyan, two double falcons, and four quarter falcons;» for the safe guiding and re-delivery of which, three lords were laid in pawn at Dunbar. Yet, notwithstanding all this apparatus, James was forced to raise the siege, and only afterwards obtained possession of Tantallon by treaty with the governor, Simeon Panango. When the Earl of Angus returned from banishment, upon the death of James, he again obtained possession of Tantallon, and it actually afforded refuge to an English ambassador, under circumstances similar to those described in the text. This was no other than the celebrated Sir Ralph Sadler, who resided there for some time under Angus's protection, after the

failure of his negotiation, for matching the infant Mary with Edward VI. He says, that though this place was poorly furnished, it was of such strength as might warrant him against the malice of his enemies, and that he now thought himself out of danger.I

There is a military tradition, that the old Scottish March was meant to express the words,

Ding down Tantullou,
lllak a brig to the Bass.

Tantallon was at length a dung dowand mined by the Covenauters; its lord, the Marquis of Douglas, being a favourer of the royal cause. The castle and barony were sold in the beginning of the eighteenth

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century to President Dalrymple of North Berwick, by the then Marquis of Douglas.

Note 1 6. Stanza xv. —-their motto on his blade.

A very ancient sword in possession of Lord Douglas bears, among a great deal of flourishing, two hands pointing to a heart which is placed betwixt them, and the date 1329, being the year in which Bruce charged the Good Lord Douglas to carry his heart to the Holy Ladd. The following lines (the first couplet of which is quoted by Godscroft as ts popular saying in his time) are inscribed around the emblem :

So mony guid. as of ye Douglas Lcinge,
Of ans surname was ne'er in Scotland ssiue.

lvvill ye charge, after ya! lrlcpart,
To holy grawe, and there bury my hart,-

Let it romaine ever nonts -nus All] nowlt
To yo lull. day I llB my Saviour.

I do protest in tyme of sl my ringe,
Ye lyk subject had never ony kclng.

This curious and valuable relique was nearly lost during
the civil war of 1745-6, being carried away from Don-
glas Castle by some of those in arms for Prince Charles.
But great interest having been made by the Duke of
Douglas among the chief partisans of Stuart, it was at
length restored. It resembles a Highland claymore, of
the usual size, is of an excellent temper, and admirably
Note 17. Stanza xxi.
-—Msrtln Svvart.

The name of this German general is preserved by that of the field of battle, which is called, after him, Swartmoor.—Thcre were songs about him long current in Engla.nd.—See Dissertation p'refixed to lh'rson's Ancient Songs, I792, page lxi.

Note 18. Stanza xxi.
Perchlnoe some form was unobserved :
Percbsnos in prayer, or faith, he swerved.

It was early necessary for those who felt themselves obliged to believe in the divine judgment being cunnciated in the trial by dual, to find salvos for the strange and obviously precarious chances of the combat. Various curious evasive shifts, used by those who took up an unrigh teous quarrel, were supposed sufficient to convcrt it into a just one. Thus, in the romance of t<Amys and Atnelion,» the one brother-in-arms, fighting for the other, disguised in his armour, swears that he did not commit the crime of which the Steward, his antagonist,

' The rer_v curious Suite Papers of this able negotiator have been lntely published by Mr Clifford, with some Notes by the nuthor of Murmion.

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The Cross of Edinburgh was an ancient and curious structure. The lower part was an octagonal tower, sixteen feet in diameter, and about fifteen feet high. At each angle there was a pillar, and between them an arch, of the Grecian shape. Above these was a proiecting battlcment, with a turret at each corner, and medallions, of rude but curious workmanship, between them. Above this rose the proper Cross, a column of one stone, upwards of twenty feet high, surmounted with a unicorn. This pillar is preserved at the House of Drum, near Edinburgh. The magistrates of Edinburgh, in 1756, with consent of the Lords of Session, (proh pudor!) destroyed this curious monument, under a wanton pretext that it encumbered the street; while, on the one hand, they left an ugly mass, called the Luckenbooths, and, on the other, an awkward, long, and low guard-house, which were fifty times more encumbrance than the venerable and inoffensive Cross.

From the tower of the Cross, so long as it remained, the heralds published the acts of parliament; and its site, marked by radii, diverging from a stone centre, in the High Street, is still the place where proclamations are made.

Note 20. Stanza xxv. This nwful summons came. This supernatural citation is mentioned by all our

Scottish historians. It was probably, like the apparition at Linlithgow, an attempt, by those averse to the war, to impose upon the superstitious temper of James W. The following account from Pitscottie is characteristically minute, and furnishes, besides, some curious particulars of the equipment of the army of James IV. I need only add to it, that Plotcock, or Plutock, is no other than Pluto. The christians of the middle ages by no means disbelieved in the existence of the heathen deities: they only considered them as devils,‘

' See, on this curious subject, the Essay on I-‘nirier, in the -1 Border llliurtrelsy - vol. II, under the fourth head; also Jackson on Unbclief, p. I 5. Chaucer calls Pluto the -1 King of l-‘nerie;n and Dnnbur names him it Pluto, that elrich incubnsm If he was not actually the Devil, he must he considered an the u prince of the power of the nir.- The most. remarkable instance of these sur-T viving classic-il lupenttitionx, is that of the Germans, concerning the Hill of Venus, into which she nttempts to entice alt gallant knights. and detain: them in a sort of Fool's Paradise.


a body of the Earl's followers: the rider's thigh being broken by the fall, his head was cut off by a common foot-soldier, are he could receive any succour. whole story is told by William of Newbury.

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-—the savage Dana
At Iol more deep the mend did drain.

The Iol of the heathen Danes (a word still applied to Christmas in Scotland)was solemnized with great festivity. The humour of the Danes at table displayed itself in pelting each other with bones; and Torfzeus tells a long and curious story, in the history of Hrolfe Kraka, of one Hottus, an inmate of the court of Denmark, who was so generally assailed with these missiles, that he constructed, out of the bones with which he was overwhelmed, a very respectable entrenchment, against those who continued the raillery. The dances of the northern warriors round the great fires of pine-trees are commemorated by Olaus lllagnus, who says, they danced ith such fury, holding each other by the hands, that, if the grasp of any failed, he was pitched into the fire with the velocity of a sling. The sufferer, on such occasions, was instantly plucked out, and obliged to quaff off a certain measure of ale, as a penalty for it spoiling the king's fire.»

Note 2. Introduction.

On Christmas evu the man we: lung.

In Roman Catholic countries, mass is never said at night, excepting on Christmas eve. Each of the frolics, with which that holiday used to be celebrated, might admit of a long and curious note;_bnt I shall content myself with the following description of Christmas, and his attributes, as personified in one of Ben Jonson’s Masques for the Court.

it Enter Caatsruuts, with two or three of the Grand. He is attired in round hose, long stockings, a close doublet, a high-crowned hat, with a broach, along thin heard, a truncheon, little niffs, white shoes, his scarf and garters tied across, and his drum beaten before him.

\c The names of his children, with their attires.

(( Miss-Rule, in avelvet cap, with a sprig, a short cloak, great yellow ruff, like a reveller; his torch-bearer bearing a rope, a cheese, and a basket.

u Camll, a long tawny coat, with a red cap, and a flute at his girdle; his torch-bearer carrying a song-book open.

at Minced—pie, like a fine cook's wife, tlrest neat, her man carrying a pie, dish, and spoons.

(K Gumball, like a tumbler, with a hoop and bells; his torch-bearer armed with cole-staff, and blinding cloth.

' l( Post and Fair, with a pair—royal of aces in his hat, his garment all done over with pairs and purs; his squire carrying a box, cards, and counters.

-A New-year’:-gt_'fl, in a blue coal, serving-man like, with an orange, and a sprig of rosemary gilt on his


waged a feudal war with the Earl of Chester, Marmion's I head, his hat full of breaches, with a collar of ginger horse fell, as he charged in the van of his troop, against bread; his torch-bearer carrying a march-pain, with a

bottle of wine on either arm. K Mummin_q, in a masquing pied suit, with a visor;

The ; his torch-bearer carrying the box, and ringing it.

11 Wassul, like a neat sempster and songster; her page bearing a brown bowl, drest with ribbands, and rosemary, before her.

:1 Offering, in a short gown, with a porter's staff in his hand; a wyth borne before him, and a bason, by his torch-bearer. '-"'

<< Baby Cat-kc, drest like u buy, in a fine long coat, biggin, bib, muckender, and a little dagger; his usher bearing a great cake, with a bean and a pease.»

Note 3. Introduction.

Who list: may In their mumming see
Traces ofoncient mystery.

It seems certain, that the Mummers of England, who (in Northumberland at least) used to go about‘ in disguise to the neighbouring houses, bearing the then useless ploughshare; and the Guimrds of Scotland, not yet in total disuse, present, in some indistinct degree, a shadow of the old mysteries, which were the origin of the English drama. In Scotland (me ipso teste), we were wont, during my boyhood, to take the characters of the apostles, at least of Peter, Paul, and Judas Iscariot; the first had the keys, the second carried a sword, and the last the bag, in which the dole of our neighbours' plum-cake was deposited. One played a Champion, and recited some traditional rhymes; another

. . . . . . . Alexander, ltlng of lllaoedon,
Who oonquer‘d all the world but Scotland alone;
When he came to his courage grew eold,
To see it little nation so courageous and bold.

These, and many such verses, were repeated, but by rote, and uncounectedly. There was also occasionally, I believe, a Saint George. In all, there was a confused resemblance of the ancient mysteries, in which the characters of Scripture, the Nine \‘Vorthics, and other popular personages, were usually exhibited. It were much to be wishcdfihat the Chester Mysteries were published from the MS. in the Museum, with the annotations which a diligent investigator of popular antiquities might still snpply. The late acute and valuable antiquary, Mr Ritson, showed me several memoranda towards such a task, which are probably now dispersed or lost. See, however, his Remarks on Sltakspeare, 1783, p. 38.-Since the quarto edition of MABMION appeared, this subject has received much elucidation from the learned and extensive labours of I\Ir Douce.

Note 4. Introduction.

Where my great grnndsirc name of old, with amber heard, and linen hair.

Mr Scott of Harden, my kind and affectionate friend, and distant relation, has the original nf a poetical in

vitation, addressed from his grandfather to my relative, 7

from which a few lines in the text are imitated. They are dated, as the epistlc in the text, from lllertoun-house, the seat of the Ilarden family.

I With amber beard, and linen hair, And reverend apostolic air,

Free of anxiety and care,

Come hither, Christmas-day, and dine;

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We ‘ll mix sobriety with wine,

And easy mirth with thoughts divine.
We Christians think it holiday, '
On it no sin to feast or play;

Others, in spite, may fast and pray.

No superstition in the use

Our ancestors made of a goose ;

Why may not we, as well as they,

Be innocently blithe that day,

On goose or pye, on wine or tile,

And scorn enthusiastic real ‘I

Pray coins, and welcome, or plague rott
Your friend and landlord, William Scott.-

Mr Walter Scott, Lcssuddcn.

The venerable old gentleman, to whom the lines are addressed, was the younger brother of William Scott of Raeburn. Being the cadet of a cadet of the Harden family, he had very little to lose; yet he contrived to lose the small property he had, by engaging in the civil wars and intrigues of the house of Stuart. His veneration

for the exiled family was so great, that he swore he '

would not shave his beard till they were restored: a mark of attachment, which, I suppose, had been common during Cromwell's usurpation; for, in Cowley’s ct Cutter of Coleman Street,» one drunken cavalier upbraids another, that, when he was not able to afford to pay a barber, be affected to “wear a. beard for the king.» I sincerely hope this was not absolutely the original reason of my ancestors beard; which, as appears from a portrait in the possession of Sir Henry Hay Macdougal, Bart., and another painted for the famous Dr Pitcairn,‘ was a heard of a_ most dignified and venerable appearance.

Note 5. Introduction. —the Spirit’: Blasted Tree.

1 am permitted to illustrate this passage, by inserting l (( Ceubren yr Ellyll, or the Spirit's Blasted Tree,» a le- l gendary tale, by the Reverend George Warrington :

(( The event on which this tale is founded, is preserved by tradition in the family of the Vanghans of i Henwyrt: nor is it entirely lost, even among the common people, who still point out this oak to the passen- 1 ger. The enmity between the two Welsh chieftains, Howel Sele, and Owen Glyndwr, was extreme, andl marked by vile treachery in the one, and ferocious cruelty in the other) The story is somewhat changed and softened, as more favourable to the characters of the two chiefs, and as better answering the purpose of poetry, by admitting the passion of pity, and a greater degree of sentiment in the description. Some trace of Howel Sele's mansion was to be seen a few years ago, and may perhaps be still visible, in the park of Nannau, now belonging to Sir Robert Vaughan, Baronet, in the wild and romantic tracts of Merionethshire. The abbey mentioned passes under two names, Vener and (Jym-‘ mer. The former is retained, as more generally used.»

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Through .\'annau's Chase as Howel pass'd, l
A chief esteem'd both brave and kind,

Far distant borne, the stag-hound's cry
Came murmuring on the hollow wind. J

‘ The old gentleman was an intimate of this celebrated genius. i

By the favour of the late Earl of Kelly, descended on the maternal side from Dr Pitcairn, my father became possessed of the portrait in question.

' The history of their feud may be found in Pennant's Tour in ‘l Wales. A

Starting, be bent an eager car,-
How should the sounds return again 1
His hounds lay wearied from the chase,
And all at home his hunter train.

Then sudden anger flash'd his eye,
And deep revenge he vow'd to take,

On that bold man who dared to force
His red deer from the forest brake.

Unhappy chief! would nought avail,
No signs impress thy heart with fear,

Thy lady's dark mysterious dream,
Thy warning from the hoary seer 1

Three ravens gave the note of death,

As through mid air they wing'd their way ;
Then o'er his head, in rapid flight,

They croak,—they scent their destined prey.

Ill-omen'd bird ! as legends say,
Who hast the wond'rous power to know,
While health fills high the throbbing veins,
The fated hour when blood must now.

Blinded by rage, alone he pass'd,
Nor sought his ready vassals' aid ;

But what his fate lay long unknown,
For many an anxious year delay°d.

A peasant mark'd his angry eye,
He saw him reach the lake's dark hourne,
He saw him near a blasted oak,
But never from that hour return.

Three days pass'd o'er, no tidings came ;—
Where should the chief his steps delay?
With wild alarm the servants run,
Yet knew not where to point their way. -

His vassals ranged the mountain's height,
The covert close, the wide-spread plain ;
But all in vain their eager search,
They ne'er must see their lord again.

Yet Fancy, in a thousand shapes,

Bore to his home the chief once more:
Some saw him on high Moel's top,

Some saw him on the winding shore.

With wonder fraught, the tale went reitnd,
Amazement chain'd the hearer's tongue;

Each peasant felt his own sad Ion,
Yet fondly o'er the story hung.

Oft by the moon’: pale shadowy light,
His aged nurse, and steward gray,

Would lean to catch the storied sounds,
Or mark the flitting spirit stray.

Pale lights on Cader's rocks were seen,
And midnight voices heard to moan ;

'T was even said the blasted oak,
Convulsive, heaved a hollow groan :

And, to this day, the peasant still,

With cautious fear avoids the ground ;
In each wild branch a spectre sees,

And trembles at each rising sound.

Ten annual suns had held their course,
In summer's smile, or winter's storm;

The lady shed the wid0w'd tear,
As oft she traced his manly form.

Yet still to hope her heart would cling.
As o'er the mind illusions play,-

Of travel fond, perhaps her lord
To distant lands had steer'd his way.

‘T was now November's cheerlcss hour,
Which drenching rains and clouds defam;
Dreary bleak Robell's tract appear'd.
And dull and dank each valleys space.

Loud o'er the wier the hoarse flood fell.
And dash'd the foamy spray on high ;

The west wind bent the forest tops,
And angry frown'd the evening sky.

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A stranger pass'd Llanelltld's bourne,
His dark-gray steed with sweat besprent,
Which, wearied with the lengthen'd way,
Could scarcely gain the bill's ascent.

The portal rettch'd-the iron bell

Loud sounded round the outward wall ; Quick sprung the warder to the gate,

To know what meant the clam'rous call.

u 0! lead me to your lady soon;
Say,—it is my sad lot to tell,

To clear the fate of that brave knight,
She long has proved she loved so well. .-

Then, as he cross’d the spacious hall,
The menials look surprise and fear;
Still o'er his harp old Modred hung,
And toucb'd the notes for griefs worn ear.

The lady sat amidst her train ;
A mellow'd sorrow mark'd her look:

Then, asking what his mission meant, 9
The graceful stranger sigh'd and spoke :-

¢ 0 could I spread one ray of hope,
One moment raise thy soul from woe,

Gladly my tongue would tell its tale,
My words at ease nnfetter'd flow !

I Now, lady, give attention due,
The story claims thy full belief:

E’en in the worst events oflife,
Suspense removed is some relief.

it Though worn by care, see Madoc here, Great Glyndwr's friend, thy kindred's foe;

Ah, let his name no anger raise,
For now that mighty chief lies low !

I E'en from the day, when, chain'd by fate,
By wizard's dream, or potent spell;

Lingering from sad Salopia's field,
'Reft of his aid the Percy fell ;—

~E'en from that day misfortune still,
As if for violated faith,

Pursued him with unwearied step,
Vindictive still for Hotspnr’s death.

~ Vanquish’d at length, the Glyndwr fled,
Where winds the Wye her devious flood;

To find a casual shelter there,
In some lone cot, or desert wood.

1 Clothed in a shepherd’s humble guise,
He gain'd by toil his scanty bread;

He who had Cambria's soeptre borne,
And her brave sons to glory led!

in To penury extreme, and grief,
The chieftain fell a lingering prey;
I heard his last few faltering words,
Such as with pain I now convey.

a ‘To Sele's sad widow bear the tale,
Not let our horrid secret rest ;

Give but his corse to sacred earth,
Then may my parting soul be hlest.'-

1 Dim wax'd the eye that fiercely shone, And faint the tongue that proudly spoke,

And weak that arm, still raised to me,
Which oft had dealt the mortal stroke.

-- How could I then his mandate hear ‘I
Or how his last behest obey ‘?

A rebel deem'd, with him I fled;
With him I shunn'd the light of day.

1 Prescribed by Henry's hostile rage,
My country lost, despoil’d my land,
Desperate, 1 fled my native soil,
And fought on Syria's distant strand.

4 0, had thy long-lamented lord.
The holy cross and banner view'd,

Died in the sacred cause! who fell
Sad victim of a private feud!

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Will, on a Friday morn, look pale,
If ask'd to tell a fairy tale.

The Daoine sin”, or Men of Peace, of the Scottish Highlanders, rather resemble the Scandinavian Duergar, than the English Fairies. Notwithstanding their name, they are, if not absolutely malevolent, at least, peevish, discontented, and apt to do mischief on slight provocation. The belief of their existence is deeply impressed on the Highlanders, who think they are particularly offended with mortals who talk of them, who wear their favourite colour, green, or in any respect interfere with their affairs. This is especially to be avoided on Fri

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