Ile pierced her brother to the heart,

XTIL Where the sun shines fair on Carlisie wall: so perish all would true love part,

But soon, within that mirror, hage and high,

Was seen a self-emitted light to gleam; That Love may still be lord of all!

And forms upon its breast the earl 'gan spy, And then he took the cross divine,

Cloudy and indistinct, as feverish dream; Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall; Till, slow arranging, and defined, they seem and died for her sake in Palestine,

To form a lordly and a lofty room, so Love was still the lord of all.

Part lighted by a lamp with silver beam,

Placed by & ceuch of Agra's silken loom, Xow all ye lovers that faithful prove,

And part by moonshine pale, and part was hid in The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall:

gloom. Pray for their soals who died for love, For Love shall still be lord of all!


Fair all the pageant-but how passing fair

: The slender form, which lay on couch of Ind! As ended Albert's simple lay,

O'er her white bosom strayed her hazel hair, Arose a bard of loftier port;

Pale her dear cheek, as if for love she pined;

All in her night-robe loose, she lay reclined, For sonnet, rhyme, and roundelay,

And, pensive, read from tablet eburnine. Renowned in haughty Henry's court.

Some strain, that seemed her inmost soul to There rung thy harp, unrivalled long, Fitztraver of the silver song!

find :

That favoured strain was Surrey's raptured The gentie Surrey loved his lyreWho has not heard of Surrey's fame?

line, His was the hero's soul of fire,

That fair and lovely form, the Ladye Geraldine. And his the bard's immortal name, and his was love exalted high

XX. By all the glow of chivalry.

Slow rolled the clouds upon the lovely form, XIV.

And swept the goodly vision all away

So royal envy rolled the murky storm They sought together climes afar.

O'er my beloved Master's glorious day. And oft within some olive grove,

Thou jealous, ruthless tyrant! Heaven repay When evening came with twinkling star,

On thee, and on thy children's latest line, They sting of Surrey's absent love.

The wild caprice of thy despotic sway, His step the Italian peasant staid,

The gory bridal bed, the plundered shrine, And deemed that spirits from on high,

The murder'd Surrey's blood, the tears of Geral. Round where some hermit saint was laid,

dine! Were breathing heavenly melody; So sweet did harp and voice combine,

XXI. To praise the name of Geraldine.

Both Scots, and Southern chiefs, prolong

Applauses of Fitztraver's song:

These hated Henry's name as death,
Fitztraver! O what tongne may say

And those still held the ancient faith, -The pange thy faithful bosom knew,

Then, from his seat, with lofty air, When Surrey of the deathless lay,

Rose Harold, bard of brave St. Clair; Ungrateful Tudor's sentence slew?

St. Clair, who, feasting high at Home, Regardless of the tyrant's frown,

Had with that lord to battle come. His harp called wrath and vengeance down. Harold was born where restless seas He left for Naworth's iron towers,

Howl round the storin-swept Orcades; Windsor's green glades and courtiy bowers;

Where erst St. Clairs held princely sway And faithful to his patron's name,

O'er isle and islet, strait and bay With Howard still Fitztraver came

Still nods their palace to its fall, Lord William's foremost favourite he,

Thy pride and sorrow, fair Kirkwall!-
And chief of all his minstrelsy.

Thence oft he mark'd fierce Pentland rave,
As if grim Odin rode her wave;

And watch'd, the whilst, with visago pale,

And throbbing heart, the struggling sail;

For all of wonderful and wild

Had rapture for the lonely child.
'Twas All-soul's eve, and Surrey's heart beat

He heard the midnight bell with anxions start,
Which told the mystic hour approaching nigh,

And much of wild and wonderful
When wise Cornelius promised by his art

In these rude Isles might fancy cull; To show him to the ladye of his heart,

For thither came, in times afar, Albeit betwixt them roared the ocean grim;

Stern Lochlin's sons of roving war ; Yet so the sage had hight to play his part,

The Norsemen, trained to spoil and blood, That he should see her forin in life and limb,

Skill'd to prepare the raven's food; And mark if still she loved, and still she thought

Kings of the main their leaders bravo, of him.

Their barks the dragons of the wave.

And there, in many a stormy vale,

The Scald had told his wondrous tale;

And many a Runic column high
Dark was the vaulted room of gramarye,

Had witnessed grim idolatry.
To which the wizard led the gallant knight,
Save that before a mirror, huge and high,

A hallowed taper shed a glimmering light
On mystic implements of magic might;

And thus had Harold, in his youth,
On cross, and character, and talisman,

Learn'd many a Saga's rhyme uncouth, -And alinagest, and altar, nothing bright:

Of that Sea-Snake, tremendous caul'd, For fitful was the lustre, pale and wan,

Whose monstrous circle girds the world ; As watch-light by the bed of some departing Of those dread Maids, whose hideous yell man.

Maddens the battle's bloody swell;

Then Surful the path toll wine aless. Hled with

Howroorst stet, stratto its

And badhe deaf tomnch d from

Of chiefs, who, guided through the gloom

It was not eddying mist or fog. By the pale death-lights of the tomb,

Drained by the sun irom ten or bog: Ransack'd the graves of warriors old,

Of no eclipse had sages toid; Their falchions wrench d from corpses' hold, And yet, as it came ou a pace, Waked the deaf tomb with war's alarms,

Each one could scaree his neighbour's face, And bade the dead arise to arms!

Could scarce his own stretched hand, beliold. With war and wonder all on flame,

A secret horror checked the feast, To Roslin's bowers young Harold came,

And chilled the soul on every guest; Where, by sweet glen and groenwood tree,

Even the high Dame stood half aghust, He learn d a milder minstrelsy:

She knew some evil on the blast; Yet something of the Northern spell

The elvish Page fell to the ground, Mix'd with the softer numbers well.

And, shuddering, muttered, ** Found! found!


O listen, listen, ladies gay!

Then sudden through the darkened air No haughty feat of arms I tell;

A flash of lightning came; Soft is the note, and sad the lay,

So broad, so bright, so red the glare, That mourns the lovely rosabelle.

The castle seemned on flame;

Glanced every rafter of the hall, "Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew!

Glanced every shield upon the wall: And, gentle ladye, deign to stay!

Each trophied beam, each sculptured stone, Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch,

Were instant seen, and instant gone; Nor tempt the storiny firth to-day.

Full through the guests' bedazzled band “The blackening wave is edged with white;

Resistless flashed the levin-brand,

And filled the hall with sipouldering smoke, To inch* and rock the sea-mews fly;

As on the elvish Page it broke.
The fishers have heard the Water Sprite,
Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh.

It broke with thunder long and loud,

Dismayed the brave, appalled the proud, “ Last night the gifted Seer did view

From sea to sea the larum rung: A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay:

On Berwick wall, and at Carlisle withal, Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch:

To arms the startled warders sprang. Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?"

When ended was the dreadful roar,

The elvish Dwarf was seen no more!
** 'Tis not because Lord Lindsay's heir
To-night at Roslin leads the ball;

But that my Ladye-mother there
Sits lonely in her castle-hall.

Some heard a voice in Branksome Hall,

Some saw a sight, not seen by all; " "Tis not because the ring they ride,

That dreadful voice was heard by some, And Lindsay at the ring rides well;

Cry, with loud summons, "GYLBIN, COME!" But that my sire the wine will chide,

And on the spot where burst the brand, If 'tis not filled by Rosabelle."

Just where the Page had fing him down, O'er Roslin all that dreary night

Some saw an arm, and some a hand,

And some the waving of a gown. A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam;

The guests in silence prayed and shook, 'Twas broader than the watch-fire light,

And terror dimmed each lofty look: And redder than the bright moon-beam.

But none of the astoni hed train It glared on Roslin's castled rock,

Was so dismayed as Deloraine; It ruddied all the copse-wood glen;

His blood did freeze, his brain did burn, 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak,

'Twas feared his mind would ne'er return And seen rom caverned Hawthornden.

For he was speechless, ghastly, wan,

Like him, of whom the story ran, Seemed all on fire that chapel proud,

Who spoke the spectre-hound in Man.* Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffined lic,

At length, by fits, he darkly told Each baron, for a sable shrond,

With broken hint, and shuddering coldSheathed in his iron panoply.

That he had seen, right certainly, Seemed all on fire, within, around,

A shape with amice wrapped around, Deep sacristy and altar's pale:

With a wrought Spanish baldric bound, Shore every pillar foliage-bound,

Like a pilgrim from beyond the sea; And glimmered all the dead men's mail.

And knew-but how it mattered not

It was the wizard, Michael Scott.
Blazed battlement and pinnet high,
Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair-

So still they blaze, when fate is nigh
The lordly line of high St. Clair.

The anxious crowd, with horror pale,

All trembling, heard the wondrous tale: There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold

No sound was made, no word was spoke, Lie buried within that proud chapelle;

Till noble Angus silence broke: Each one the holy vault doth hold

. And he a soleinn sacred plight But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle !

Did to St. Bryde of Douglas make, And each St. Clair was buried there,

That he a pilgrimage wonld take With candle, with book, and with knell;

To Melrose Abbey, for the sake But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds

Of Michael's restless sprite. sung

Then each, to ease his troubled breast, The dirge of lovely Rosabelle.

To some blessed saint his prayers addressed:

Some to St. Modan made their vows,

Some to St. Mary of the Lowes,
So sweet was Harold's piteons lay,

Some to the Holy Rood of Lisle, Scarce marked the guests the darkened hall,

Some to our Ladye of the Isle: Though, long before the sinking day,

Each did his patron witness make, A wondrous shade involved them all:

That he such pilgrimage would tako,

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And monks should sing, and bells should toll, And ever in the office closc
All for the weal of Michael's soul.

The hyrun of intercession rose, While vows were ta'on, and prayers were And für the echoing aisles prolong prayed,

The awful burden of the song.-"Tis said ihe noble Dame, dismayed,

DIES IRE, DIES ILLA, Runonced, for aye, dark inagic's aid.


While the pealing organ rung:

Were it meet with sacred strain
Nought of the bridle will I tell,

To close my lay, so light and vain,
Which after in short space befell;

Thus the holy Father's sung.
Nor how brave sons, and daughters fair,
Blessed Teviot's Flower and Cranstoun's heir:

After slich dreadful scene, 'twere vain
To wake the note of mirth again:

That day of wrath, that dreadful day,
More meet it were to mark the day

When heaven and earth shall pass away, of penitence and prayer divine,

What power shall be the sinner's stay? Wheni pilgrim-chiefs, in sad array,

How shall he meet that dreadful day? Sought Melrose' holy shrine.

When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, XXX.

The flaming heavens together roll;

When louder yet, and yet more dread, With naked foot, and sackcloth vest,

Swells the high trump that wakes the dead; And arms enfolded on his breast,

O! on that day, that wrathful day, Did every pilgrim go;

When man to judgment wakes from clay, The standers-by might hear neath,

Be ThoC the trembling sinner's stay, Footstep, or voice, or high-drawn breath,

Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Through all the lengthened row:
No lordly look, no martial stride;
Gone was their glory, sunk their pride,

Forgotten their renown;
Silent and slow, like ghosts, they glide

Hushed is the harp-the Minstrel gone. To the high altar's hallowed side,

And did he wander forth alone? And there they kneeled them down:

Alone, in indigence and age, Above the suppliant chieftains wave

To linger out his pilgrimage? The banners of departed brave;

No:--close beneath proud Newark's tower, Beneath the lettered stones were laid

Arose the Minstrel's lowly bower; The ashes of their fathers dead;

A simple hut; but there was seen From many a garnished niche around,

The little garden edged with green, Stern saints and tortured martyrs frowned

The cheerful hearth, and lattice clean.

There, sheltered wanderers, by the blaze, XXXI.

Oft heard the tale of other days: And slow tip the dim aisle afar,

For much he loved to ope his door, With sable cowl and scapular,

And give the aid he begged before. And snow-white stoles, in order due,

So passed the winter's day! but still, The holy Fathers, two and two,

When summer smiled on sweet Bow hill in long procession came;

And July's eve, with balmy breath, Taper, and host, and book they bare,

Waved the blue-bells on Newark heath; And holy banner, flourished fair

When throstles sung in Hare-head shaw, With the Redeemer's name;

And corn were green on ('arterhaugh, . Above the prostrate pilgrim band

And flourished, broad, Blackandro's oak, The mitred Abbot stretched his hand,

The aged Harper's soul awoke! And blessed them as they kneeled:

Then would he sing achievements high, With holy cross he signed them all,

ind circumstance of chivalry, And prayed they might be sage in hall,

Till the rapt traveller would stay,
And fortunate in field.

Forgetful of the closing day;
Then mass was sung, and prayers were said, And noble youths, the strain to hear,
And solemn requiem for the dead:

Forsook the hunting of the deer;
And bells tolled out their mighty peal,

And Yarrow, as he rolled along, For the departed Spirit's weal;

Bore burden to the Minstrel's song


and enlar, the same waste the


But, in 1570-1, the vengeance of Elizabeth, pro

voked by the inroads of Buccleuch, and his atThe feast was over in Brank'some tower. tachment to the cause of Queen Mary, destroyed

-St. I, p. 5.

the castle, and laid waste the lands of BrankIn the reign of James I, Sir William Scott, of

some. In the same year the castle was repaired Buccleuch, chief of the clan bearing that name,

and enlarged by Sir Walter Scott, its brave pos

sessor; but the work was not completed until exchanged, with Sir Thomas Inglis, of Manor,

after his death, in 1574, when the widow finished the estate of Murdiestone, in Lanarkshire, for

the building. one half of the barony of Branksone, or Branx

Branksome Castle continued to be the princiholin,* lying upon the Teviot, about three miles above Hawick. He was probably induced to this

pal seat of the Buccleuch family, while security

was any object in their choice of a mansion. It transaction, from the vicinity of Branksome to

has been the residence of the commissioners or the extensive domain which he possessed in

chamberlains of the family. From the various Ettricke Forest and in Teviotdale. In the for

alterations which the building has undergone, mer district he held by occupancy the estate of

it is not only greatly restricted in its dimensions, Buccleuch, and much of the forest land on the

but retains little of the castellated form, if we river Ettricke. In Teviotdale, he enjoyed the barony of Eckford, by a grant from Robert II,

except one square tower of massy thickness,

being the only part of the original building which to his ancestor, Walter Scott, of Kirkurd, for the

now remains. The whole forms a handsoine, apprehending of Gilbert Ridderford, confirmed

modern residence ; but the extent of the ancient by Robert III, 3rd May, 1424. Tradition imputes

edifice can still be traced by some vestiges of its the exchange betwixt Scott and Inglis to a con

foundation; and its strength is obvious from the versation, in which the latter, a man, it would

situation, on a deep bank surrounded by the appear, of a mild and forbearing nature, com

Teviot, and flanked by a deep ravine, formed by plained much of the injuries which he was exposed to from the English borderers, who fre

a precipitous brook. quently plundered his lands of Branksome, Sir

Nine-and-ticenty knights of fame William Scott instantly offered him the estate

Nung their shields in Branksome Hall. of Murdiestone, in exchange for that which was

--St. III, p. 5. subject to such egregious inconvenience. When

The ancient barons of Buccleuch, both from the bargain was completed, he drily remarked,

feudal splendour, and from their frontier situathat the cattle in Cumberland were as good as

tion, retained in their household, at Branksome, those of Teviotdale; and proceeded to commence

a number of gentlemen of their own name, who a system of reprisals upon the English, which

held lands from their chief, for the military serwas regularly pursued by his successors. In the

vice of watching and warding his castle. next reign, James II granted to Sir Walter Scott, of Branksome, and to Sir David, his son, And with Jedwood-axe at saddle-bow,---St. v, p. 5. the remaining half of the barony of Branksome,

“Of a truth," says Froissart, “the Scottish to be held in blanch for the payment of a red rose. The cause assigned for the grant is, their

cannot boast great skill with the bow, but rather brave and faithful exertions in favour of the

bear axes, with which, in time of need, they give king against the house of Donglas, with whom

heavy strokes." The Jedwood-axe was a sort James had been recently tugging for the throne

of partizan, used by horsemen, as appears from of Scotland. This charter is dated the 2nd

the arms of Jedburgh, which bears a cavalier February, 1443; and, in the same month, part of

mounted, and armed with this weapon. the barony of Langholm, and many lands in

They watch against Southern force and guile, Lanarkshire, were conferred upon Sir Walter

Lest Scroope, or llouard, or Percy's powers, and his son by the same monarch.

Threaten Brank'some's lordly towers,
After the period of the exchange with Sir
Thomas Inglis, Branksome became the principal

| From Warkworth or Naworth, or merry Carlisle.

-St. vi, p. 5. seat of the Buccleuch family. The castle was enlarged and strengthened by Sir David Scott,

Branksome Castle was continually exposed to the grandson of Sir William, its first possessor.

the attacks of the English, both from its situation and the restless military disposition of its inha

bitants, who were seldom on good terms with * Branxholm is the proper name of the barony; I their neighbours. A letter from the Earl of but Branksome has been adopted, as suitable to Northumberland to Henry VIII, in 1533, gives the pronunciation, and more proper for poetry. an account of a successful inroad of the English,

+ There are no vestiges of any building at Buc- l in which the country was plundered, up to the cleuch, except the site of a chapel, where, ac

site or a chapel, where, ac- gates of the castle, although the invaders failed. cording to a tradition current in the time of Scott 1 in their principal object, which was to kill or of Satchells, many of the ancient barons of Buc make prisoner the laird of Buccleuch. cleuch lie buried. There is also said to have been a mill near this solitary spot; an extraor

Bards long shall tell dinary circumstance, little or no corn grows

How Lord Walter fell..St. VII, p. 5. within several miles of Buccleuch. Satchells Sir Walter Scott of Buccleuch succeeded to his says it was used to grind corn for the hominds of i grandfather, Sir David, 1492. He was a brave the chieftain.

and powerful baron, and warden of the west

Ibitantse restless Engu

marches of Scotland. His death was the conse-, of the same name own the Marquis of Lothian quence of a feud betwixt the Scotts and Kerrs, as their chief: hence the distinction betwixt which in spite of all means used to bring about Kerrs of ('essford and Fairnihirst. an agreement, raged for many years upon the Borders. Buccleuch was imprisoned, and his

Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed. estates forfeited, in the year 1535, for levying

-St. X, p. 5. war against the Kerrs, and restored by Act of

The Cranstouns, Lord Craus oun, are an anParliament, dated 15 March, 1542, during the cient Border family, whose chief seat was at regency of Mary of Lorraine. But the most sig Crajling, in Teviotdale. They were at this time nal act of violence, to which this quarrel gave

at feud with the clan of Scot ; for it appears that rise, was the murder of Sir Walter himself, who the lady of Buccleuch, in 1557, beset the laird of was slain by the Kerrs in the streets of Edin. Cranstoun, seeking his life. Nevertheless, the burgh, in 1552. This is the event alluded to in same Cranstoun, or perhaps his son, was Stanza VIII; and the poem is supposed to open married to a daughter of the same lady. shortly after it had taken piace

Of Bethune's line of Picardie.-St. XI, p. 6. No! vainly to each holy shrine,

The Bethunes were of French origin, and deIn mutual pilgrimage, they drew'. --St. VIII, p. 5.

rived their name from a small town in Artois. Among other expedients resorted to for

There were several distinguished families of the stanching the fend betwixt the Scotts and the Bethunes in the neighbouring province of Kerrs, there was a bond executed, in 1529, be Picardie; they numbered among their descendtween the heads of each clan, binding them- lants the celebrated Duc de Sully; and the name selves to perform reciprocally the four principal

was accounted among the most noble in France, pilgrimages of Scotland, for the benefit of the while onght noble remained in that country. souls of those of the opposite name who had | The family of Bethune, or Beatoun, in Fife, profallen in the quarrel. This indentire is printed duced three learned and dignified prelates: in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, Vol. I. i nainely, Cardinal Beaton, and two successive But either it never took effect, or else the feud archbishops of Glasgow, all of whom flourished was renewed shortly afterwards.

about the date of the romance. Of this family Such pactions were not uncommon in feudal

was descended Dame Janet Beaton, Lady Buctimes; and, as might be expected, they were cleuch, widow of Sir Walter Scott of Brankoften, as in the present case, void of the effect some. She was a woman of masculine spirit, as desired. When Sir Walter Mauny, the re appeared from her riding at the head of her nowned follower of Edward III, had taken the

son's clan, after her husband's murder. She town of Ryoll, in Gascony, he remembered to also possessed the hereditary abilities of her have heard that his father lay there buried, and

family in such a degree, that the superstition of offered a hundred crowns to any one who could the vulgar imputed them to supernatural knowshow him his grave. A very old mall appeared ledge. With this was mingled, by faction, the before Sir Walter, and informed him of the foul acclisation of her having influenced Queen manner of his father's death, and the place of Mary to the murder of her husband. his sepulture.

It seems the Lord of Mauny had, at a great He learnt the art that none may name, tournament, unhorsed, and wounded to the In Padua, far beyond the sea. - St. XI, p. 6. '; death, a (Jascon knight of the house of Mirepoix, whose kinsman was bishop of Cambray. For

Padua was long supposed by the Scottish peathis deed, he was held at feud by the relations

sants to be the principal school of necromancy. of the knight, until he agreed to undertake a

The Earl of Gowrie, slain at Perth in 1600, prepilgrimage to the shrine of St. James of Com

tended, during his studies in Italy, to have acpostella, for the benefit of the soul of the de

quired some knowledge of the calaba, by which ceased. But as he returned through the town

he said he could charm snakes and work other of Ryoll, after accomplishment of his vow, he

miracles. was beset, and treacherously slain, by the kin His form no darkening shadow traced dred of the knight whom he had' killed. Sir

Upon the sunny wall !--St. XI, p. 6.. Walter, guided by the old man, visited the lowly tomb of his father; and, having read the

The shadow of a necromancer is independent

of the sun. Glyeas informs is, that Simon inscription, which was in Latin, he caused the body to be raised and transported to his native

Magus caused his shadow to go before him,

making people believe he was an attendant city of Valenciennes, where masses were, in the

spirit. The vulgar conceive, that when a class days of Froissart, duly said for the soul of the

of students have made a certain progress in untortunate pilgrim.

their mystic studies, they are obliged to run While Cessford owns the rule of Car. through a subterranean hall, where the devil

--St. VIII, p. 5. literally catches the hindermost in the race, The family of Ker, Kerr, or Car,* was very

unless he crosses the hall so speedily, that the powerful on the Border. Fynes Morrison re

arch-enemy can only apprehend his shadow. marks, in his Travels, that their influence ex

In the latter case, the person of the så ge never tended from the village of Preston-Grange, in

after throws any shade; and those who have Lothian, to the limits of England. Cessford

this lost their shadow, always prove the best Castle, the ancient baronial residence of the

magicians. family, is situated near the village of More - The viewless forms of air. -St. XII, p. 6. battle, within two or three miles of the Cheviot Hills.' It has been a place of great strength and

The Scottish vnlgar, withont having any very consequence, but is now ruinons. Tradition

defined notion of their attributes, believe in the

existence of an intermediate class of spirits reafirms, that it was founded by Halbert, or Habby Keer, a gigantic warrior, concerning

siding in the air, or in the water; to whose whom many stories are current in Roxburgh

agency they ascribe floods, storms, and all such shire. The Duke of Roxburghe represents Ker

phenomena as their own philosophy cannot of Cessford. A distinct and powerful branch

readily explain. They are supposed to interfere in the affairs of mortals, sometimes with

a malevolent purpose, and sometimes with * The name is spelled differently by the va- milder views. It is said, for example, that rions famillos who bear it. Car is selected, not a gallant baron, having returned froin the As the most correct, but as the most poetical Holy Land to his castle of Drtinmelzlar, found reading.

his fair lady nursing a healthy child, whose

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