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In gay procession came. Are these of such fantastic mould, Seen distant down the fair arcade, These maids enlink’d in sister-fold, Who, late at bashful distance staid, Now tripping from the green-wood shade, Nearer the musing champion draw, And, in a pause of seeming awe, Again stand doubtful new 2Ah, that sly pause of witching powers! That seems to say, a to please be ours, Be yours to tell us how.» Their hue was'of the golden glow That suns of Candahar bestow, O'er which in slight suffusion tlows A frequent tinge of paly rose; Their limbs were fashion'd fair and free, In nature’sjustest symmetry,

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u Quake to your foundations deep, Bastion huge and turret sleep ! Tremble keep, and totter tower! This is Gyneth's waking hour.»-—

XXXVIII. Thus while she sung, the venturous knight Has reach'd a bower, where milder light Through crimson curtains fell ; Such soflen'd shade the hill receives, Her purple veil when twilight leaves Upon its western swell. That hower, the gazer to bewitch, Had wond'rous store of rare and rich As e’er was seen with eye; For there by magic skill, I wis, Form of each thing that living is Was limn'd in proper dye. All seem'd to sleep--the timid hare On form, the stag upon his lair, The eagle in her eyrie fair Between the earth and sky. But what of pictured rich and rare Could win De VauX's eye-glance, where, Deep slumbering in the fatal chair, He saw King Arthur's child ! Doubt, and anger, and dismay, From her brow had pass‘d away, Forgot was that fell tourney-day, For, as she slept, she smiled. It seem‘d that the rcpentanl seer Her sleep of many a hundred year With gentle dreams begniled.

That form of maiden loveliness,
‘Twin childhood and 'twixt youth,
That ivory chair, that sylvan dress,
The arms and ancles hare, express
Of Lyulph's tale the truth.

Still upon her garments hem
Vanoc's blood made purple gem,
And the warder of command

Cu mber'd still her sleeping hand ;
Still her dark locks dishevelld flow
From net of pearl o'er breast of snow;
And so fair the slumberer seems,
That De Vaux impeach'd his dreams,
Vapid all and void of might,

Hiding half her charms from sight.
Molioulcss awhile he stands,

Folds his arms and clasps his hands,
Trembling in his fitfuljoy,

Doubtful how he shall destroy

Long-enduring spell ;
Doubtful too, when slowly rise
Dark-fringed lids of Gyneth‘s eyes,
What these eyes shall tell.

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Gently, lo! the warrior kneels,

Soft that lovely hand he steals,

Soft to kiss, and soft to clasp—

But the warder leaves her grasp ;
Lightning flashes, rolls the thunder !

Gyneth startles from her sleep,

Totters tower, and trembles keep,
Burst the castle walls asunder!

Fierce and frequent were the shocks,
Melt the magic halls away——

-—But beneath their mystic rocks,

In the arms of bold De Vaux,
Safe the princess lay!

Safe and free from magic power,

Blushing like the rose's flower
Opening to the day;

And round the champion's brows was bound

The crown that druidess had wound,
Of the green laurel-bay.

And this was what remain'd of all

The wealth of each enchanted hall,
The garland and the darne :—

But where should warrior seek the tneed,

Due to high worth for daring deed,
Except from Love and Furs!


1. MY LUCY, when the maid is won, The minslrel's task, thou know’st, is done; And to require of hard That to the dregs his tale should run, Were ordinance too hard. Our lovers, briefly be it said, Wedded as lovers wont to wed, When tale or play is o'er; Lived long and blest, loved fond and true, And saw as numerous race renew The honours that they bore. Know, too, that when a pilgrim strays, In morning mist, or evening maze, Along the mountain lone, That fairy fortress often mocks llis gaze upon the castled rocks Of the Valley of Saint John ; But never man since brave De Vault The charmed portal won. ‘T is now a vain illusive show, That melts whene’er the sun-beams glow, Or the fresh breeze hath blown.

ll. But see, my love, where far below Our lingering wheels are moving slow, The whiles up-gazing still, Our menials eye our steepy way, blarvelling, perchance, what whim can stay Our steps when eve is sinking gray On this gigantic hill. So think the vulgar—life and time Ring all their joys in one dull chime Of luxury and case;

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those -‘ancient and noble families. The male line failing in John de Vaux, about the year 1665, his daughter and heiress, Mabel, married Christopher Richmond, Esq. of Highhead Castle, in the county of Cumberland, descended from an ancient family of that name, lords of Corby Castle, in the same county, soon after the Conquest, and which they alienated about the 15th of Edward the Second, to Andrea de Hzircla, Earl of Carlisle. Of this family was Sir Thomas dc Raigcmont (miles auratus), in the reign of King Edward the First, who appears to have greatly distinguished himself at the siege of Kaerlaveroc, with William Baron of Leybourne. In an ancient heraldic poem now extant, and preserved in the British Museum, describing that siege, his arms are stated to be, Or, 2 Bars Gemcllcs Gulcs, and a Chief Or, the same home by his descendants at the present day. The Richmonds removed to their castle of Highhead in the reign of Henry the Eighth, when the then representative of the family married Margaret, daughter of Sir Hugh Lowther, by the Lady Dorothy dc Clifford, only child by a second marriage of Henry Lord Clifford, great-grandson of John Lord Clifford, by Elizabeth Percy, daughter of Henry (surnamcd liotspur) by Elizabeth Mortimer; which said Elizabeth was daughter of Edward lliortimer, third Earl of Marche, by Philippa, sole daughter and heiress of Lionel, Duke of Clarence.

The third in descent from the above-mentioned John Richmond became the representative of the families of Vaux, of Triermain, Culerlen, and Torcrossock, by his marriage with Mabel dc Vaux, the heiress of them. His grandson Henry Richmond died without issue, leaving five sisters co-heiresses, four of whom married; but Margaret, who married William Gale, Esq. of Wliiteliaven, was the only one who had male issue surviving. She had a son, and a daughter married to Henry Curwen of Worltington, Esq., who represented the county of Cumberland for many years in Parliament, and by her had a daughter married to John Christian, Esq. (now Curwen). John, son and heir of William Gale, married Sarah, daughter and heiress of Christopher Wilson of Bradsea-hall, in the county of Lancaster, by Margaret, aunt and co-heiress of Thomas Braddyl, Esq. of B.-irddyl, and Cornishcad Priory, in the same county, and had issue four sons and two daughters :—ist, William Wilson.-died an infant; ad, Wilson, who upon the death of his cousin, Thomas Brrtddyl, without issue, succeeded to his estates and took the name of Bruddyl, in pursuance of his will, by the king's sign manual; 3d,William, died young; and, 4th, Henry Richmond, a lieutenant-general of the army, married Sarah, daughter of the Rev. R. Baldwin; Margaret married Richard GreavesTownley, Esq. ofFulbournc, in the county of Cambridge, and of Bellfield, in the county of Lancaster; Sarah, married to George Bigland, of Bigland-hall, in the same county.

Wilson Braddyl, eldest son of John Gale, and grandson of Margaret Richmond, married Jane, daughter and heiress of lllattliins Gale, Esq. of Catgill-hall, in the county of Cumberland, by Jane, daughter and heiress of the Rev. S. Bennqt, D.D.; and, as the eldest surviving malc branch of the families above-mentioned, hc quarters, in addition to his own, their paternal co.-its in the

following order, as appears by the records in the College of Arms.

ist. Argent, a fess azure, between three soltiers of sword, sometimes also called Excalibar.

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' Not verr, as stated by Burn. ' This more detailed genealogy of the family of Triermain was obliginglyncnt to the author by Major Braddyll 0§C0l‘ftlil1¢tld Priory,


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Darkening against the morning nlty.

———<< We now gained a view of the Vale of Saint John, a very narrow dell, hemmed in by mountains, through which a small brook makes many meanderings, washing little inclosures of grass-ground, which stretch up the rising of the hills. In the widest part of the dale you are struck with the appearance of an ancient ruined fcastle, which seems to stand upon the summit of a little mount, the mountains around forming an amphitheatre. This massive bulwark shows a front of various towers, and makes an awful, rude, and Gothic appearance, with its lofty turrets and ragged battlements; we traced the galleries, the bending arches, the buttresses. The greatest antiquity stands characterized in its architecture; the inhabitants near it assert it is an antediluvian structure.

‘I The traveller's curiosity is roused, and he prepares to make 3 nearer approach, when that curiosity is put upon the rack by his being assured, that if he advances, certain genii who govern the place, by virtue of their supernatural art and nccromancy, will strip it of all its beauties, and, by enchantment, transform the magic walls. The vale seems adapted for the habitation of such beings; its gloomy recesses and retirements look like haunts of_evil spirits. There was no delusion in the report; we were soon convinced of its truth; for this piece of antiquity, so venerable and noble in its aspect, as we drew near changed its figure, and proved no other than a shaken massive pile of rocks, which stand in the midst of this little vale, disunited from the adjoining mountains, and have so much the real form and resemblance of a castle, that they bear the name of the Castle Rocks of St John.»—Hurcaiusou's Excursion to the Lakes, p. 12!.

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