BALLADS AND METRICAL TALES. MARY, THE MAID OF THE INN. THE circumstances related in the following Ballad were told me when a school-boy, as having happened in the north of England. Either Furnes or Kirkstall Abbey (I forget which) was named as the scene. The original story however is in Dr. Plot's History of Staffordshire. "Amongst the unusual accidents," says this amusing author, "that have attended the female sex in the course of their lives, I think I may also reckon the narrow escapes they have made from death. Whereof I met with one mentioned with admiration by every body at Leek, that hap pened not far off at the Black Meer of Morridge, which, though famous for nothing for which it is commonly reputed so, (as that it is bottomless, no cattle will drink of it, or birds fly over or settle upon it, all which I found false,) yet is so, for the signal deliverance of a poor woman, enticed thither in a dismal stormy night, by a bloody ruffian, who had first gotten her with child, and intended in this remote inhospitable place to have dispatched her by drowning. The same night (Providence so ordering it) there were several persons of inferior rank drinking in an alehouse at Leek, whereof one having been out, and observing the darkness and other ill circumstances of the weather, At coming in again, said to the rest of his companions, that he were a stout man indeed that would venture to go to the Black Meer of Morridge in such a night as that: to which one of them replying, that for a crown or some such sum he would undertake it, the rest joining their purses, said he should have his demand. The bargain being struck, away he went on his journey with a stick in his hand, which he was to leave there as a testimony of his performance. length, coming near the Meer, he heard the lamentable cries of this distressed woman, begging for mercy, which at first put him to a stand; but being a man of great resolution and some policy, he went boldly on however, counterfeiting the presence of divers other persons, calling Jack, Dick, and Tom, and crying, 'Here are the rogues we looked for,' &c. ; which being heard by the murderer, he left the woman and fled; whom the other man found by the Meer side almost stripped of her clothes, and brought her with him to Leek as an ample testimony of his having been at the Meer, and of God's providence too." -P. 291. The metre is Mr. Lewis's invention; and metre is one of the few things concerning which popularity may be admitted as a proof of merit. The ballad has become popular owing to the metre and the story; and it has been made the subject of a fine picture by Mr. Barker. 1. WHO is yonder poor Maniac, whose wildly-fix'd eyes 10. "Will Mary this charge on her courage allow ?" His companion exclaim'd with a smile; "I shall win,., for I know she will venture there now, And earn a new bonnet by bringing a bough From the elder that grows in the aisle." 11. With fearless good-humour did Mary comply, 12. C'er the path so well known still proceeded the Maid 13. All around her was silent, save when the rude blast Where the elder-tree grew in the aisle. 14. Well pleased did she reach it, and quickly drew near, When the sound of a voice seem'd to rise on her ear, 15. The wind blew, the hoarse ivy shook over her head, She listen'd. . nought else could she hear; The wind fell; her heart sunk in her bosom with dread, For she heard in the ruins distinctly the tread 16. Behind a wide column half breathless with fear That instant the moon o'er a dark cloud shone clear, 17. Then Mary could feel her heart-blood curdle cold; It blew off the hat of the one, and behold 18. "Curse the hat!" he exclaims: "Nay, come on till we hide The dead body," his comrade replies. She beholds them in safety pass on by her side, And fast through the Abbey she flies. 19. She ran with wild speed, she rush'd in at the door, She gazed in her terror around, Then her limbs could support their faint burthen no more, And exhausted and breathless she sank on the floor, Unable to utter a sound. 20. Ere yet her pale lips could the story impart, When the name of her Richard she knew! 21. Where the old Abbey stands, on the common hard by, His irons you still from the road may espy ; DONICA. "In Finland there is a Castle which is called the New Rock, moated about with a river of unsounded depth, the water black, and the fish therein very distasteful to the palate. In this are spectres often seen, which foreshow either the death of the Governor, or of some prime officer belonging to the place; and most commonly it appeareth in the shape of a harper, sweetly singing and dallying and playing under the water. "It is reported of one Donica, that after she was dead, the Devil walked in her body for the space of two years, so that none suspected but she was still alive; for she did both speak and eat, though very sparingly; only she had a deep paleness on her countenance, which was the only sign of death. At length a Magician coming by where she was then in the company of many other virgins, as soon as he beheld her he said, Fair Maids, why keep you company with this dead Virgin, whom you suppose to be alive?' when, taking away the magic charm which was tied under her arm, the body fell down lifeless and without motion." The following Ballad is founded on these stories. They are to be found in the notes to The Hierarchies of the Blessed Angels; a Poem by Thomas Heywood, printed in folio by Adam Islip, 1635. HIGH on a rock whose castle shade The fisher in the lake below That instant from her earthly frame A Dæmon howling fled, And at the side of Eberhard The livid corpse fell dead. Bristol, 1796. RUDIGER. "Divers Princes and Noblemen being assembled in a beautiful and fair Palace, which was situate upon the river Rhine, they beheld a boat or small barge make toward the shore, drawn by a Swan in a silver chain, the one end fastened about her neck, the other to the vessel; and in it an unknown soldier, a man of a comely personage and graceful presence, who stept upon the shore; which done, the boat guided by the Swan left him, and floated down the river. This man fell afterward in league with a fair gentlewoman, married her, and by her had many children. After some years, the same Swan came with the same barge unto the same place; the soldier entering into it, was carried thence the way he came, left wife, children, and family, and was never seen amongst them after." Now who can judge this to be other than one of those spirits that are named Incubi ?" says Thomas Heywood. I have adopted his story, but not his solution, making the unknown soldier not an evil spirit, but one who had purchased prosperity from a malevolent being, by the promised sacrifice of his first-born child. BRIGHT on the mountain's heathy slope And rich with many a radiant hue, And many a one from Waldhurst's walls As ruffling o'er the pleasant stream So as they stray'd a swan they saw And by a silver chain he drew Whose streamer to the gentle breeze Long floating flutter'd light; Beneath whose crimson canopy There lay reclined a knight. With arching crest and swelling breast And onward to the shore they drew, Where having left the knight, The little boat adown the stream Fell soon beyond the sight. Was never a knight in Waldhurst's walls Was never a youth at aught esteem'd Was never a maid in Waldhurst's walls And many a rich and noble youth At every tilt and tourney he Still bore away the prize; For knightly feats superior still, And knightly courtesies. His gallant feats, his looks, his love, Like morning dreams of happiness Fast roll'd the months away; For he was kind and she was kind, And who so blest as they? Yet Rudiger would sometimes sit But soon he raised his looks again, Was none like him so gay. And onward roll'd the waning months, And Margaret her Rudiger But silently did Rudiger The little infant see; And darkly on the babe he gazed,A gloomy man was he. And when to bless the little babe Then did the cheek of Rudiger And faltering in his speech he bade Till he could, to right health restored, When o'er the many-tinted sky |