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nence without the oastle walls, but making part | exercised by the chieftain as representing the of the same hill, from whence they could behold original father of the whole name, and was often their strong castle of Doune, and their extensive obeyed in contradiction to the feudal superior. possessions.
James V seems first to have introduced, in addiThe burghers hold their sports to-day.
tion to the militia furnished from these sources,
the service of a small number of mercenaries, -St. xx, p. 120.
who formed a body-guard, called the Foot Band. Every burgh of Scotland, of the least note, but I have chosen to give them the harsh features of more especially the considerable towns, had the mercenary soldiers of the period. their solemn play, or festival, when feats of archery were exhibited, and prizes distributed Thou now hast glee-maiden and harp; to those who excelled in wrestling, hurling the Get thee an ape, and trudge the land, bar, and the other gymnastic exercises of the
The leader of a juggler band. period. Stirling, a usual place of royal residence,
-St. VI, p. 124. was not likely to be deficient in pomp upon such
The jongleurs, or jugglers, as we learn from occasions, especially since James V was very
the elaborate work of the late Mr. Strutt, on the partial to them. His ready participation in these
sports and pastimes of the people of England, popular amusements was one cause of his ac
used to call in the aid of various assistants, to quiring the title of King of the Commons. The
render these performances as captivating as usual prize to the best shooter was a silver ar
possible. The glee-maiden was a necessary atrow. Such a one is preserved at Selkirk and at
tendant. Her duty was tumbling and dancing: Peebles. At Dumfries, a silver gun was substi
and therefore the Anglo-Saxon version of Saint tuted, and the contention transferred to fire
Mark's Gospel states Herodias to have vaulted arms.
or tumbled before King Herod. In Scotland, -----Robin Hood.-St. XXII, p. 121. these poor creatures seem, even at a late period, The exhibition of this renowed outlaw and his
to have been bonds-women to their masters. band was a favourite frolic at such festivals as
The facetious qualities of the ape soon rendered we are describing. This sport, in which kings
him an acceptable addition to the strolling band did not disdain to be actors, was prohibited in
of the jongleur. Ben Jonson, in his splenetic in. Scotland upon the Reformation, by a statute of
troduction to the comedy of “Bartholomew the 6th Parliament of Queen Mary, c. 61, A.D.
Fair," is at pains to inform the audience, “that 1555, which ordered, under heavy penalties, that
he has ne'er a sword and buckler man in his "na manner of persons be chosen Robert Hude,
fair, nor a juggler, with a well-educated ape, to nor little John, Abbot of Unreason, Queen of
come over the chaine for the King of England, May, nor otherwise." But, in 1561, "the rascal
and back again for the prince, and sit still on his multitude," says John Knox, “ were stirred up
haunches for the pope and the King of Spaine." to make a Robin Hude, whilk enormity was of
That stirring air which peals on high, mony years left and damned by statute and act
O'er Dermid's race our victory, of parliament; yet they would not be forbidden."
Strike it. Accordingly they raised a very serious tumult,
-St. XIV, p. 125. and at length made prisoners the magistrates, who endeavoured to suppress it, and would not
There are several instances, at least in trarelease them till they extorted a formal promise
dition, of persons so much attached to particular that no one should be punished for his share of tunes, as to require to hear them on their deaththe disturbance. It would seem, from the com
bed. Such an anecdote is mentioned by the late plaints of the General Assembly of the kirk, that Mr. Riddel, of Glenriddel, in his collection of these prophane festivities were continued down
Border tunes, respecting an air called the to 1595. Bold Robin was, to say the least, equally
"Dandling of the Bairns," for which a certain successful in maintaining his ground against the
Gallovidian laird is said to have evinced this reformed clergy of England; for the simple and strong mark 'of partiality. It is popularly told evangelical Latimer complains of coming to a
of a famous freebooter, that he composed the country church, where the people refused to hear
tune known by the name of Macpherson's Rant him, because it was Robin Hood's day, and his
while under sentence of death, and played it at mitre and rochet were fain to give way to the
the gallows-tree. Some spirited words have village pastime.
been adapted to it by Burns. A similar story is
recounted of a Welsh bard, who composed and Prize of the wrestling match, the King
played on his death-bed the air called Dalyddy To Douglas gave a golden ring.
-St. XXIII, p. 121. The fisual prize of wrestling was a ram and a
Battle of Beal an Duine.-St. xv, p. 125. ring, but the animal would have embarrassed A skirmish actually took place at a pass thus my story.
called in the Trosachs, and closed with the remarkable incident mentioned in the text. It was greatly posterior in date to the reign of James V.
And Snowdoun's Knight is Scotland's King. CANTO SIXTH.
-St. XXVI, p. 128.
This discovery will probably remind the reader These drew not for their fields the sword
of the beautiful Arabian tale of N Bondocanı. Like tenants of a feudal lord,
Yet the incident is not borrowed from that eleNor own'd the patriarchal claim
gant story, but from Scottish tradition. James Of chieftuin in their leader's name;
V, of whom we are treating, was a monarch Adventurers they.
whose good and benevolent intentions often ren
-St. III, p. 123. dered his romantic freaks venial, if not respectThe Scottish armies consisted chiefly of the | able, since, from his anxious attention to the nobility and barons, with their vassals, who interests of the lower and most oppressed class held lands under them, for military service by of his subjects, he was, as we have seen, poputhemselves and their tenants. The patriarchal larly termed the King of the Commons. For the influence exercised by the heads of clans in the purpose of seeing that justice was regularly Highlands and Borders was of a different na- administered, and frequently from the less ture, and sometimes at variance with feudal justifiable motive of gallantry, he used to travel principles. It flowed from the Patria Potestas,' the vicinage of his several palaces in various
| 19eing need from his a midst of a no
Jainese br Craimond addresses four or five pess
to en of the Ochkindly receit, the gudero fetch
I know their uneder) des nearest strangeigh
disguises. The two excellent comic songs en-spectable family, who continue to hold the lands titled "The Gaberlunzie Man," and "We'll gae (now passed into the female line) under the same nae mair a roving," are said to have been tenure. founded upon the success of his amorous adven Another of James's frolics is thus narrated by tures when travelling in the disguise of a | Mr. Campbell, from the Statistical Account. beggar. The latter is perhaps the best comic "Being Cnce benighted when out a hunting, ballad in any language.
and separated from his attendants, he happened Another adventure, which had nearly cost to enter a cottage in the midst of a moor, at the James his life, is said to have taken place at the foot of the Ochil hills, near Alloa, where, unvillage of Cramond, near Edinburgh, where he known, he was kindly received. In order to rehad rendered his addresses acceptable to a gale their unexpected guest, the gude-man, (i.e. pretty girl of the lower rank. Four or five per landlord, farmer) desired the gude-wife to fetch sons, whether relations or lovers of his mistress the hen that roosted nearest the cock, which is is uncertain, beset the dis;uised monarch, as he always the plupest, for the stranger's supper. returned from his rendki zvoils. Naturally gal. The king, highly pleased with his night's lodglant, and an admirable master of his weapon, ing and hospitable entertainment, told mine the king took post on the high and narrow host, at parting, that he should be glad to return bridge over the Almond river, and defended | his civility, and requested that the first time he himself bravely with his sword. peasanit, came to Stirling he would call at the castle, and who was threshing in a neighbouring barn, caine inquire for the gude-man of Baltingurch. Donaldout upon the noise, and, whether moved by son, the landlord, did not fail to call on the gudecompassion or by natural gallantry, took the man of Ballinguich, when his astonishment at weaker sid., and laid about with his flail sofinding that the king had been his guest afforded effectially, as to disperse the assailants, well no small amusement to the merry monarch and threshed, even according to the letter. Ile then his courtiers; and, to carry on the pleasantry, conducted the king mto his barn, where his he was thenceforth designated by James with guest requested a bason and towel, to remove the title of King of the Moors, which name and the stains of the broil. This being procured designation have descended from father to son with difficulty, James employed himself in ever since, and they have continued in posseslearning what was the summit of his deliverer'
ssion of the identical spot, the property of Mr. earthly wishes, and found that they were | Erskine, of Mar, till very lately, when this genbonnded by the desire of possesing, in property, tleman, with reluctance, turned out the descenthe farm of Braehead, upon which he laboured dant and representative of the King of the as a bondsman. The lands chanced to belong to Moors, on account of his majesty's invincible the crown; and James directed him to come to indolence, and great dislike to reform or innothe palace of Holy-Rood, and inquire for the vation of any kind, although, from the spirited Guidman (2 e., farner) of Ballingiech, a name by example of his neighbour tenants on the same which he was known in his excursions, and estate, he is convinced similar exertion would which answered to Il Boldocani of llaroun 1-1 promote his advantage."
Ida TOWN raschid. lle presented himself accordingly, and found, with due astonishment, that he had saved
---- Stirling's Tower his inonarch's life, and that he was to be gra Of yore the name of Snowd oun claims. in to tified with a crown-charter of the lands of Brachead, under the service of presenting an ewer,
--St. XXVIII, p. 128. bason, and towel, for the king to wash his William of Worcester, who wrote about the hands, when he shall happen to pass the Bridge middle of the fifteenth century, calls Stirling of Cramond. This person was ancestor of the Castle Snowdouun. Sir David Lindsay bestows Howisons of Braehead, in Mid Lothian, a re-l the same epithet upon it.
red to be dhimself wat he had
ADVERTISEMENT TO THE FIRST EDITION. The scene of this poem lies, at first, in the Castle of Artornish, on the coast of Argyleshire; and, afterwards, in the Islands of Skye and Arran, and upon the coast of Ayrshire. Finally, it is laid near Stirling. The story opens in the spring of the year 1307, when Bruce, who had been driven out of Scotland by the English, and the Barons who adhered to that foreign interest, returned from the Island of Rachrin on the coast of Ireland, again to assert his claims to the Scottish crown. Many of the personages and incidents introduced are of historical celebrity. The authorities used are chiefly those of the venerable Lord Hailes, as well entitled to be called the restorer of Scottish history as Bruce the restorer of Scottish monarchy; and of Archdeacon Barbour, a correct edition of whose Metrical History of Robert Bruce will soon, I trust, appear, under the care of my learned friend, the Rev. Dr. Jamieson.
ÁBBOTSFORD, 10th December, 1814.
[See page 162. CANTO FIRST.
Autumn departs---from Gala's* fields no more AUTUMN departs-but still his mantle's fold
Come rural sounds our kindred banks to
cheer; Rests on the groves of noble Somerville,*
Blent with the stream, and gale that wafts it Beneath a shroud of russet dropp'd with gold
o'er, Tweed and his tributaries mingle still;
No more the distant reaper's mirth we hear, Hoarse the wind, and deeper sounds the rill,
The last blithe shout hath died upon our ear, Yet lingering notes of silvan music swell,
And harvest-home hath hush'd the clanging The deep-toned cushat, and the redbreast shrill; And yet some tints of summer splendour tell
wain, When the broad sun sinks down on Ettrick's
On the waste hill no forms of life appear,
Save where, sad laggard of the autumnal western fell.
Some age-struck wanderer gleans few ears of * John, fifteenth Lord Somerville, illustri 118
scatter'd grain. for his patriotic devotion to the science of agriculture, resided frequently in his beautiful villa called the Pavilion, situated on the Tweed over against Melrose, and was an intimate friend and * The river Gala, famous in song, flows into almost daily companion of the poet, from whose the Tweed a few hundred yards below Abbotswindows at Abbotsford his lordship's plantation ford; but probably the word Gala here stands for formed a prominent object. Lord S. died in the poet's neighbour and kinsinan, and much at1819.
tached friend, John Scott, Esq. of Gala.
otion to this beauthed over
Drew'this thene sadden'd seenes have plea-i
“() wake, while Dawn, with dewy shine, Laruut the through Autumi's fading realms Wakes Nature's charms to vie with thine!
She bids the mottled thrash rejoice In una the fonth flower wither'd on the hill, To mate thy melody of voice ; 111 to the Wind' expiring lay,
The dew that on the violet lies 1411e the red lunt shivering on the spray, Mocks the dark lustre of thine eyes: 19 mark te ingt brixhit tinty the mountain But, Edith, wake, and all we see.
Of sweet and fair shall yield to thee!"On the waste feldy to trace the gleaner's
She comes not yet," grey Ferrand cried; WAY,
"Brethren, let softer spell be tried, And muralize on mortal joy and pain?
Those notes prolong'd, that soothing theme, ( il mur deepen thou Jovent, scorn not the Which best may mix with Beauty's dream,
And whisper, with their silvery tone,
The hope she loves, yet fears to own.' Nuo to scorn, although 1ty hoarser note
He spoke, and on the harp-strings died HERR with the c at's homely song can vie,
The strains of flattery and of pride; "I'm falut its benutten as the tints remote
More soft, more low, more tender fell 'I'm on through wint in autunn's evening
The lay of love he bade them tell.
"Wake, Maid of Lorn! the moments fly, Not on my toll #lonely glenner I,
Which yet that maiden-name allow; Thround flelds me-wisted, on end Inquiest
Wake, Maiden, wake! the hour is nigh.
When Love shall claim a plighted vow, Where appler barde of yore havo rlchor harvest
By Fear, thy bosom's fluttering guest,
By Hope, that soon shall fears remove, Mosha thont let, and haply not unmoved,
We bid thee break the bonds of rest, I wild tale of Albyn's Warrior day :
And wake thee at the call of Love! I n und by the rough West reproved,
"Wake, Edith, wake! in yonder bay Nililin some rollis of the ancient lay.
Lies many a galley gaily man'd, Toti W ilon (loolin's lulll the light decay,
We hear the merry pibrochs play, Vil much the Meer of Nk yo the ove beguiles;
We see the streamers' silken band. " T i amid the patlilens wintes of Reny,
What Chieftain's praise these pibrochs swell,
What crest is on these banners wove, W from mortal coil the Nighty of the
The harp, the minstrel, dare not tell
The riddle must be read by Love."
Retired her maiden train among,
Grey Me in Highond-mospaid,
he neonane scone
Morag, who saw a mother's aid
x. By all a daughter's love repaid,
"Debate it not-too long I strove (Strict was that bond-most kind of all
To call his cold observance love, inviolate in Highland hall)
All blinded by the league that styled Grey Morag sate a space apart,
Edith of Lorn, while yet a child, In Edith's eyes to read her heart.
She tripp'd the heath by Morag's side,-In vain the attendants' fond appeal
The brave Lord Ronald's destined bride. To Morag's skill, to Morag's zeal;
Ere yet I saw him, while afar She mark'd her child receive their care,
His broadsword blazed in Scotland's war, Cold as the image sculptured fair,
Train'd to believe our fates the same, (Form of some sainted patroness,)
My bosom throbb'd when Ronald's name Which cloister'd maids combine to dress;
Came gracing Fame's heroic tale, She mark'd-and knew her nursling's heart
Like perfume on the summer gale. In the vain pomp took little part.
What pilgrim sought our halls, nor told Wistful a while she gazed-then press'd
Of Ronald's deeds in battle bold; The maiden to her anxious breast
Who touch'd the harp to heroes' praise, In finish'd loveliness and led
But his achievements swell'd the lays ? To where a turret's airy head,
Even Morag-not a tale of fame Slender and steep, and battle round,
Was hers but closed with Ronald's name. O'erlook'd, dark Mull! thy mighty Sound,
He came! and all that had been told Where thwarting tides, with mingled roar,
Of his high worth seem'd poor and cold,
Unjust to Ronald and to me!
XI. “Daughter," she said, "these seas behold, " Since then, what thought had Edith's heart Round twice a hundred islands roll'd,
And gave not plighted love its part!-From Hirt, that hears their northern roar,
And what requital ? cold delay-
Excuse that shunn'd the spousal day.-
It dawns, and Ronald is not here!
Hunts he Bentalla's nimble deer, Each on its own dark cape reclined,
Or loiters he in secret dell
To bid some lighter love farewell,
And swear, that though he may not scorn
A daughter of the house of Lorn, To where Dunstaffnage hears the raging
Yet, when these formal rites are oler,
Again they meet, to part no more?"
-"Hush, daughter, hush! thy doubts remove, That bids the daughter of high Lorn
More nobly think of Ronald's love. Impledge her spousal faith to wed
Look, where beneath the castle grey The heir of mighty Somerled!
His fleet unmoor from Aros bay ! Ronald, from many a hero sprung,
See'st not each galley's topmast bend, The fair, the valiant, and the young,
As on the yards the sails ascend ? LORD OF THE ISLES, whose lofty name
Hiding the dark-blue land, they rise A thousand bards have given to fame,
Like the white clouds on April skies; The mate of monarchs, and allied
The shonting vassals man the oars, On equal terms with England's pride.-
Behind them sink Mull's mountain shores, From chieftain's tower to bondsman's cot,
Onward their merry course they keep, Who hears the tale, and triumphs not?
Through whistling breeze and foaming deep. The damsel dons her best attire,
And mark the headmost, seaward cast, The shepherd lights his beltane fire,
Stoop to the freshening gale her mast, Joy, joy ! each warder's horn hath sung,
As if she veil'd its banner'd pride, Joy, joy ! each matin bell hath rung ;
To greet afar her prince's bride! The holy priest says grateful mass,
Thy Ronald comes, and while in speed Loud shouts each hardy galla-glass,
His galley mates the flying steed, No monntain den holds outcast boor,
He chides her sloth!"-Fair Edith sigh'd, Of heart so dull, of soul so poor,
Blush'd, sadly smiled, and thus replied: But he hath fung his task aside, And claim'd this morn for holy-tide;
XIII. Yet, empress of this joyful day,
“Sweet thought, but vain !-No, Morag! mark, Edith is sad while all are gay."
Type of his course, yon lonely bark,
Since peep of morn, my vacant eyes
Have view'd by fits the course she tries; Resentment check'd the struggling sigh,
Now, though the darkening scud comes on, Her hurrying hand indignant dried
And dawn's fair promises be gone, The burning tears of injured pride
And though the weary crew may see * Morag, forbear! or lend thy praise
Our sheltering haven on their lee, To swell yon hireling harpers' lays ;
Still closer to the rising wind Make to yon maids thy boast of power,
They strive her shivering sail to bind, That they may waste a wondering hour,
Still nearer to the shelves' dread verge Telling of banners proudly borne,
At every tack her course they urge, Of pealing bell and bugle-horn,
As if they fear'd Artornish more Or, them more dear, of robes of price,
Than adverse winds and breakers' roar."
The skiff she mark'd lay tossing sore,
And shifted oft her stooping side, No! sum thine Edith's wretched lot
In weary tack from shore to shore. In these brief words-He loves her not! | Yet on her destined course no more
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