1572. 15 Eliz. Hen. Hastings, Earl of Huntingdon, tenth baron in the pedigree. The more modern copy Ld President.

of the ballad runs thus:
Jo. Rokeby, Esq. one of the Council.

Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slain,
Jo. Rokeby, L. L. D. dillo.

Whose prowess did surmount.
Ralplı Rokeby, Esq. one of the Se-

This would rather seem to relate to one of the Nevilles cretaries. 1574. 17 Eliz. Jo, Rokeby, Precentor of York.

of Raby, but as the old ballad is romantic, accuracy is

not to be looked for.
7 Will. 3. Sir J. Rokeby, Knt. one of the
Justices of the King's Bench.

Note 3. Stanza ix.

- the Felon Sow. The family of De Rokeby came over with the Conqueror. The ancient minstrels had a comic as well as a serious The old motto belonging to the family is In Bivio Dextra. strain of romance, and although the examples of the The arms, argent, cherron sable, between three rooks latter are by far the most numerous, they are, perhaps, proper.

the less valuable. The comic romance was a sort of

parody upon the usual subjects of minstrel poetry. If : « There is somewhat more to be found in our family the latter described deeds of heroic achievement, and in the Scottish history about the affairs of Dun-Bretton the events of the battle, the tourney, and the chase, the town, but what it is, and in what time, I know not, nor former, as in the tournament of Tottenham, introduced can have convenient leisure to search. But Parson a set of clowns debating in the field, with all the asBlackwood, the Scottish chaplain to the Lord of sumed circumstances of chivalry; or, as in the Hunting Shrewsbury, recited to me once a piece of a Scottish of the Hare (see Weber's Metrical Romances, vol. III.), song, wherein was mentioned that William Wallis, the persons of the same description following the chase, great deliverer of the Scots from the English bondage, with all the grievous mistakes and blunders incident to should, at Dun-Bretton, have been brought up under a such unpractised sportsmen. The idea, therefore, of Rokeby, captain then of that place; and as he walked Don Quixote's frenzy, although inimitably embodied on a cliff, should thrust him on a sudden into the sea, and brought out, was not perhaps in the abstract and thereby have gotten that hold, which, I think, was altogether original. One of the very best of these about the 33d of Edw. I. or before. Thus, leaving our mock romances, and which has no small portion of ancestors of record, we must also with them leave the comic humour, is the Hunting of the Felon Sow of Chronicle of Malmesbury Abbey, called Eulogium Rokeby by the Friars of Richmond. Ralph Rokeby, Historiarum, out of which Mr Leland reporteth this who (for the jesi's sake apparently) bestowed this inhistory, and coppy down unwritten story, the which tractable animal on the convent of Richmond, seems to have yet the testimony of later times, and the fresh me- have flourished in the time of Henry VII., which, since mory of men yet alive, for their warrant and creditt, we know not the date of Friar Theobald's Wardenship, of whom I have learned it, that in K. Henry the 7th's to which the poem refers us, may indicate that of the reign, one Ralph Rokeby, Esq. was owner of Morton, composition itself. Morton, the Mortham of the text, and I guess that this was lie that deceived the fryars of is mentioned as being this facemous baron's place of Richmond with his felon swine, on which a jargon was residence; accordingly Leland notices that « Mr Rokeby made. »

hath a place called Mortham, a little beneth GretneyThe above is a quotation from a manuscript written bridge, almost on the mouth of Grelney.» That no by Ralph Rokeby: when he lived is uncertain.

information may be lacking which is in my power to To what metrical Scottish tradition Parson Black- supply, I have to notice, that the Mistress Rokeby of wood alluded, it would be now in vain to inquire. But the romance, who so charitably refreshed the sow after in Blind Harry's history of Sir William Wallace, we find she had discomfited Friar Middleton and his auxiliaries, a legend of one Rukbie, whom he makes keeper of was, as appears from the pedigree of the Rokeby family, Stirling Castle under the English usurpation, and whom daughter and heic of Danby of Yafforth. Wallace slays with his own hand :

This curious poem was first published in Mr Whitaker's

History of Craven, but from an inaccurate manuscript, In the great press Wallace and Rukble met,

not corrected very happily. It was transferred by Mr With his good sword a stroke upon him set; Derfly to death the old Rakbio he drave,

Evans to the new edition of his ballads, with some wellBut his two sons scaped among the lave.

judged conjectural improvements. I have been induced

to give a more authentic and full, though still an imThese sons, according to the romantic minstrel, sur- perfect, edition of this humorous composition, from rendered the castle on conditions, and went back to being furnished with a copy from a manuscript in the England, but returned to Scotland in the days of Bruce, possession of Mr Rokeby, to whom I have acknowledged when one of them became again keeper of Stirling my obligations in the last note.

It has three or four Castle. Immediately after this achievement follows stanzas more than that of Mr Whitaker, and the lananother engagement, between Wallace and those West-quage seems, where they differ, to have the more anern Highlanders who embraced the English interest, at cient and genuine readings. a pass in Glendochart, where many were precipitated into the lake over a precipice. These circumstances Tho Folon Sow of Rokeby and the Friars of Richmond. may have been confused in the narrative of Parson

Yn men that will of aunters' winde,

That late within this land bath beene, Blackwood, or in the recollection of Mr Rokeby.

of one I will you tell; In the old ballad of Chevy Chace, there is mentioned, among the English warriors, «Sir Raff the ryche Both the us. and Mr Whitaker's copy read ancestors, evidently Rugbe,» which may apply to Sir Ralph Rokeby, the a corruption of annters, adventures, as corrected by Mr Evans,

And of a sow' that was sea strang, Alas! that ever she lived sen lang,

For fell 3 folk did she wbell.

She was mares than other three,
The griseliest beast that ere might bee,

Her head was great and gray;
She was bred in Rokeby wood,
There was few that thither goed, 6

That came on live? away.

She braded upon every side,
And ran on them caping full wide,

For nothing would she lett.2
She gave such brades) at the band,
That Peter Dale had in his hand,

He might not hold his feet; She chafed them to and fro, The wight men was never so woe,

Their measure was not so meete.

Her walk was endlong Greta side ;
There was no bren' that durst her bide,

That was froe I heaven to bell;
Nor ever man that had that might,
That ever durst come in her sight,

Her forco it was so fell.
Ralph of Rokeby with good will,
The fryers of Richmond gave her till,"

Full well 10 garrota them fare;
Fryar Middleton by his name,
He was sent to fetch ber bame,

That rued him sine's full sare.
With him took he wight men two,
Peter Dale was one of tboe,

That ever was brim as beare; 14
And well durst strike with sword and knife.
And fight full manly for his life,

What time as mister ware.
These three men went at God's will,
This wicked sow while they come till,

Livgan" under a tree;
Ruge and rusty was her haire;
She raise her up with a felon fare, "7

To fight against the three.
She was so grisley for to meete,
She rave the earth up with her feete,

And bark came fro the tree;
When Fryar Middleton her saugh,
Weet ye well he might not laugh,

Full earnestly look't hee. These men of aunters that was so wight, 19 They bound them bauldly for to fight,

And strike at her full sare; Untill a kiln they garred her flee, Would God send them the victory,

They would ask him noa mare.
The sew was in the kiln hole down,
As they were on the balke aboon, a

For 22 hurting of their feet;
They were so saulted a' with this sew,
That among them was a stalworth stew,

Tho kilne began to reeke.
Durst noe man neigh her with his band,
But put a rape 31 down with his wand,

And haltered her full meete;
They hurled her forth against her will,
Whiles they came unto a hill

A little fro the streete.25
And there she made them such a fray,
If they should live to Doomes-day,

They tharrow 36 it ne'er forgett;

She bound ber boldly to abide;
To Pater Dale sbe came aside

With many a hideous yell;
She gaped so wide and cried so hee,
The fryar said, «I conjure thee,

Thou art a fiend of hell. • Thou art come hither for some traine, I'conjure thee to go againe

Where thou was wont to dwell.
He sained him with crosse and creede,
Took forth a book, began to reade,

In St John his gospell.
The sew she would not Latin heare,
But rudely rushed at the frear,

That blinked all his blee;'
And she would have taken her hold,
The fryar leaped as Jesus wold;

And bealed him with a tree.
She was as brim as any beare,
For all their meeto to labour there, to

To them it was no boote:
Upon tress and bushes that by her stood,
She ranged as she was wood,"

And rave them up by roote.
He said, “Alas, that I was frear!
And I shall be rugged 12 in sunder here,

Hard is my destinie!
Wist 13 my brethren in this houre,
That I was sett in such a stoure,"4

They would pray for mo.
This wicked beast that wrought this woe,
Took that rape from the other two,

And then they fledd all three; They fledd away by Watling-streete, They had no succour but their feet,

It was the more pitty.
The feild it was both lost and wonne; "
The sew went bame, and that full soone,

To Morton on the Groene;
When Ralph of Rokeby saw the rape,
He wist 17 that there had been debate,

Whereat the sew had beeno.


He bad them stand out of her way, For she had had a sudden fray,

I saw never so keene;

"Sow, according to provincial pronunciation. * So; Yorkshire dialect.

3 Fele, many, Sax. • A corruption of quell, to kill.

$ More, greater. 6 Went.

7 Alive.

. Along the side of Greta. » Baro, child, man in general.

10 From f! To. 12 Make.

13 Since. 14 Fierce as a bear. Mr Whitaker's copy reads, perhaps in consequence of mistaking the MS.-T other was Bryan of Bear. 15 Need were. Mr Whitaker reads musters.

16 Lying 17 A flerce countenance or manner.

15 Saw. 19 Wight, brave. The Rokeby MS. reads incounters, and Mr Whitaker, auncestors.

20 Boldly. 31 On the beam above.

25 Assaulted.

15 Watling-street; see the sequel. 26 Dare.

I Rushed.

2 Leave it.

3 Pulls. 4 This line is wanting in Mr Whitaker's copy, whence it has been conjectured that something is wanting after this stanza, which now there is no occasion to suppose. $ Evil device. 6 Blessed, Fr.

Lost his colour. 6 Sbeltered himself. • Fierce.

10 The MS. reads to labour weere. The text seems to mean that all their labour to obtain their intended meat was of no use to them. Mr Whitaker reads,

She was as brim as any boar,
And gave a grisly hideous roar,

To them it was no boot.
Besides the want of connexion between the last line and the two
former, the second has a very modern sound, and the reading of the
Rokeby MS. with the slight alteration in the text, is much better,

11 Mad.
12 Torn, pulled.

13 knew.

14 Combat, perilous fight. 15 This stanza, with the two following and the fragment of a fourth, are not in Mr Whitaker's edition. 15 The rope about the sow's neck.

17 Kuew.

23 To prevent.

11 Rope.

Some new things shall we hoare Of her and Middleton tbe frear,

Some battell hatb there beene.

But all that served him for nought,
Had they not better sucoour sought,

They were served therefore loe.
Then Mistress Rokeby came anon,
And for her brought shee meate full soone,

The sew came her unto.

She gave her meate upon the flower.


[ Hiatus valde deflendus)

When Fryer Middleton came home,
His brethren was full fain ilkone,

And thanked God of his life;
• He told them all unto the end,
How he had foughten with a tiend,

And lived through mickle strifo,
. We gave him battell half a day,
And sithen' was fain to fly away,

For saving of our life.
And Pater Dale would never blinn,
But as fast as he could ryn,

Till be came to his wife,
The warden said, “ I am full woe,
That ever you should be torment so,

But wee with you had beene !
Had wee been there your brethren all,
Wee should have carred the warle? fall,

That wrought you all this teyne.'
Fryer Middleton said soon, Nay,
In faith you would have fled away,

When most mister" had been;
You will all speake words at hamo,
A man will ding "you every ilk ane,

And if it be as I weine.
Ho look't so griesly all that night,
The warden said, - Yon man will fight

If you say ought but good:
Yon guest" bath grieved him so sare,
Hold your tongues and speak noe mare,

He looks as he were wood.
The warden waged "? on the morne,
Two beddest men that ever were borne,

I weine, or over shall be ;
The one was Gilbert Griffin's son,
Full mickle worship has be wonne,

Both by land and sea.
The other was a bastard son of Spain,
Many a Sarazin hath he slain,

His dint' hath gart them die.
These two men the battle undertooke
Against the sew, as says the booke,

And sealed security,
That they should boldly bide and fight,
And skomfit her in maine and might,

Or therefore should they die.
The warden sealed to them againo,
And said, - In field if ye be slain,

This condition make 1:

. We shall for you pray, sing, and read
To doomesday with hearty speede,

With all our progeny."
Then the letters well was made,
Bands bound with seales brade,'

As doedes of armes should be.
These men of armes weere soe wight,
With armour and with brandes brighi,

They went this sew to see;
She made on them slike a rerd,
That for ber they were sare afer'd,

And almost bound to flee.
She came roveing them agaiae;
That saw the bastard son of Spaine,

He braded out his brand;
Full spiteously at her he strake,
For all the fence that he could make,

She gat sword out of hand;
And rave in sunder half his shielda,
And bare him backward in the fielde,

Ho might not ber gainstand.
She would have riven his privich geare,
But Gilbert with his sword of werre,

He strake at her full strong
Ou her shoulder till she held the swerd ;
Tben was good Gilbert sore aferd,

When the blade brake in ihreng."
Since in his hands he hath her tape,
She tooke him by the shoulder bane,

And held her hold full fasí,
She sirave so stiffy in that stower, 6
That thorough all his rich armour

The blood came at the last.
Then Gilbert grieved was sea sare,
That he rave off both hide and haire.

The flesh came fro the bone;
And all with force he felled ber there,
And wan her worthily in werre,

And band her hame alone.
And lift her on a borse sea hee,
• Into two panyers well made of a tree,

And 10 Richmond they did hay:
When they saw her come,
They sang merrily Te Deum,

The fryers on that day.'
They thanked God and St Francis,
As they had won the beast of pris,

And never a man was slaine :
There did never a man more manly,
Knight Marcus, nor yet Sir Gui,

Nor Loth of Louthayne.
If ye will any more of this,
In the fryars of Richmond 't is

la parchment good and fine; And how Fryer Middleton that was so kend," Ai Greta-bridge conjured a fiend

In likeness of a swine.
It is well known to many a man,
That Fryer Theobald was warden than,

And this fell in his time;
And Christ them bless both farre and neare,
All that for solace list this to heara,

And him that made the rhime.
Ralph Rokeby with full good will,
The Fryors of Richmond he gave her till,

This sew to mend their fare:
Fryer Middleton by bis naine,
Would needs bring the fat sew hame,

That rued him since full sare.

This line is almost illegible.

* Each one. 3 Since then, after that. 4 The above lines are wanting in Mr Whitaker's copy. 5 Cease. stop.

6 Run.

7 Warlock, or wizard. # Harm.

9 Need. 19 Beat. The copy in Mr Whitaker's History of Craven reads, perhaps better,

The fiend would ding you down ilk one. " . Yon guest" may be yon gest, i. o. that adventuro; or it may mean yon ghuist, or apparition, which in old poems is applied sometimes to what is supernaturally hideous. The prinud copy reads The beast hath, etc. 13 Hired, a Yorkshire phrase.

13 Blow.

| Broad, large.

Such like a roar. 3 Drew out. 4 In the combat.

5 Bone.

6 Meeling, baule. ? Hie, hasten. $ The MS, reads mistakeuly every day.

9 Price. 10 The father of Sir Gawain, in the romance of Arthur and Merliu. The MS. is tbus corrupted,

More loth of Louth Ryme. 11 Well known, or perhaps kind, well disposed.

Note 4. Stanza x.

had at the fyrst to cause them to weare gownes of sylke, The Filea of O'Xeale was ho.

furred with
myneuere and

gray; for before these kynges The Filea, or Ollamh Re Dan, was the proper bard, thought themselfe well apparelled whan they had on a or, as the name literally implies, poet. Each chieftain mantell. They rode always without saddles and styof distinction had one or more in his service, whose ropes, and with great payne I made them to ride after office was usually hereditary. The late ingenious Mr our usage.»—LORD BERNERS' Froissart, Lond. 1812. 4to. Cooper Walker has assembled a curious collection of II, 621. particulars concerning this order of men in his His The influence of these bards upon their patrons, and torical Memoirs of the Irish Bards. There were itinerant their admitted title to interfere in matters of the bards of less elevated rank, but all were held in the weightiest concern, may be also proved from the behighest veneration. The English, who considered them haviour of one of them at an interview between Thomas as chief

supporters of the spirit of national indepen- Fitzgerald, son of the Earl of Kildare, then about to dence, were much disposed to proscribe this race of renounce the English allegiance, and the Lord Chanpoets, as Edward I. is said to have done in Wales. cellor Cromer, who made a long and goodly oration to Spenser, while he admits the merit of their wild poetry, dissuade him from his purpose. The young Jord had as a savouring of sweet wit and good invention, and come to the council « armed and weaponed,» and sprinkled with some pretty flowers of their natural de-attended by seven score horsemen in their shirts of vice,» yet rigorously condemns the whole application mail; and we are assured that the chancellor, having of their poetry, as abased to « the gracing of wickel- set forth his oration « with such a lamentable action as ness and vice.»

The household minstrel was admitted his cheeks were all beblubbered with teares, the horseeven to the feast of the prince whom he served, and men, namelie, such as understood not English, began sat at the same table. It was one of the customs of to diuine what the lord-chancelor mcant with all this which Sir Richard Sewry, to whose charge Richard II. long circumstance; some of them reporting that he committed the instruction of four Irish monarchs in

was preaching a sermon, others said that he stood the civilization of the period, found it most difficult to making of some heroicall poetry in the praise of the break bis royal disciples, though he had also much ado Lord Thomas. And thus as every ideot shot his foolish 10 subject them to other English rules, and particularly bolt at the wise chancellor his discourse, who in effect to reconcile them to wear brecches. « The kyng, my did nought else but drop pretious stones before hogs, soucverigne lords' entent was, that in maner, counte one Bard de Nelan, an Irish rithmour, and a rotten naunce, and apparell of clothyng, they sholde use ac- sheepe to infect a whole flocke, was chatting of Irish cording to the maner of Englande, for the kyage verses, as though his toong had run on pattens, in thought to make them all four knyghtes: they had a commendation of the Lord Thomas, investing him fayre house to lodge in, in Duvelyn, and I was charged with the title of Silken Thomas, bicause his horsemens to abyde styll with them, and not to departe; and so jacks were gorgeously imbrodered with silke: and in two or three dayes I suffered them to do as they lyst, the end he told him that he lingered there ouer long, and sayde nothyng to them, but folowed their owne Whereat the Lord Thomas being quickened,» ' appetytes; they wolde sytte at the table, and make Hollinshed expresses it, bid defiance to the chancellor, countenance nother good nor fayre. Than I thought I threw down contemptuously the sword of office, shulde cause them to chaunge that maner; they wolde which, in his father's absence, he held as deputy, and cause their mynstrells, their seruauntes, and varlettes to rushed forth to engage in open insurrection. sytte with them, and to eate in their owne dyssche, and

Note 5. Stanza x. to drinke of their cuppes; and they shewed me that the usage of their countre was good, for they sayd in all

Ah, Clandeboy! thy friendly floor,

Slieve-Donard's oak shall light no more. thyngs (except their beddes) they were and lyved as

Clandeboy is a district of Ulster, formerly possessed So the fourthe day I ordayned other tables to be couered in the hall, after the usage of Englande, mantic mountain in the same province. The clan was

by the sept of the O'Neales, and Slicve-Donard a roand I made these four knyghtes to sytte at the hyphe ruined after Tyrone's great rebellion, and their places table, and their myostrels at another borde, and ti:cir of abode laid desolate. The ancient Irish, wild and unseruauntes and varlettes at another byneth them, whereof by semynge they were displeased, and belela cultivated in other respects, did not yield even to their cach other, and wolde noi cate, and sayde, how I wolde descendants in practising the most free and extended take fro them their good usage, wherein they had been of the mansions of their chiefs in strains similar to the

hospitality, and doubtless the bards mourned the decay norished. Then I answered them smylyng, to a peace

verses of the British Llywarch Hen on a similar occathem, that it was not honourable for their estates to do as they dyde before, and that they must leave it

, sion, which are affecting, even through the discouraging

medium of a literal translation:and use the custom of Englande, and that it was the kynge's pleasure they shulde do so, and how he was Silent-breathing galo, long wilt thou be heard ! charged so to order them. Whan they harde that, they There is scarcely another deserving praise,

Since Urien is no more. suffred it, bycause they had puttc themselfe under the obeysance of the kynge of Englande, and parceuered in Many a dog that scented well the prey, and atrial hawk,

Have been trained on this floor the same as long as I was with them; yet they had one

Before Erlloon became polluted use which I knew was well used in their countre, and that was, they dyde were no breches; I caused broches

This bearth, ah, will it not be covered with nettles !

Whilst its defender lived, of lynen cloche to be made for them. Whyle I was

More congenial to it was the foot of the needy petitioner, with them I caused them to leaue many rude thynges, as well in clothyng as in other causes. Moche ado 1 I HOLLINSIED, Lond. 1808, 4to. vol. VI. p. 291.



in 1649.

This hearth, will it not be covered with green sod!

Note 7. Stanza xiv. In the lifetime of Owain and Elphin,

---Hawthornden. Its ample cauldron boiled the prey taken from the foe.

Drummond of Hawthornden was in the zenith of This hearth, will it not be covered with toad-stools! Around the viand it prepared, more cheering was

his reputation as a poet during the civil wars. He died The clattering sword of the fierce dauntless warrior. This heartb, will it not be overgrown with spreading brambles !

Note 8. Stanza xiv. Till now logs of burning wood lay on it,

Mac-Curtin's barp. Accustomed to prepare the gifts of Reged!

« Mac-Curtin, hereditary Ollamh of North Munster, This hearth, will it not be covered with thorns !

and Filea to Donough, Earl of Thomond, and President More congenial on it would have been the mixed group

of Munster. This nobleman was amongst those who Or Owain's social friends united in harmony.

were prevailed upon to join Elizabeth's forces. Soon This bearth, will it not be covered over with the ants !

as it was known that he had basely abandoned the inMore adapted to it would have been the brigbi torches And harmless festivities!

terests of his country, Mac-Curtin presented an adula

tory poem to Mac-Carthy, chief of South Munster, and This hearth, will it not be covered with dock-leaves !

of the Eugenian line, who, with O'Neil, O'Donnel, Lacy, More congenial on its floor would have been The mead, and the talking of wine-cheer'd warriors.

and others, were deeply engaged in protecting their

violated country. In this poem he dwells with rapture This hearth, will it not be turned up by the swine!

on the courage and patriotism of Mac-Carthy; but the More congenial to it would have been the clamour of mon, And the circling horns of the banquet.

verse that should (according to an established law of Heroic Elegies of Llywarch Hen, by Owen,

the order of the bards) be introduced in the praise of Lond. 1792, 8vo. p. 41.

O'Brien, he turns into severe satire:—How am I afflicted (says he), that the descendant of the great Brien

Boiromh cannot furnish me with a theme worthy the The hall of Cynddylan is gloomy this night,

honour and glory of his exalted race!' Lord Thomond, Without fire, without bedI must weep awhile, and then be silent!

hearing this, vowed vengeance on the spirited bard, who

fled for refuge, to the county of Cork. One day, obThe ball of Cynddylan is gloomy this night, Without fire, without candle

serving the exasperated nobleman and his equipage at Except God doth, who will endue me with patience?

a small distance, he thought it was in vain to tly, and The hall of Cynddylan is gloomy this night,

pretended to be suddenly seized with the pangs of Without tire, without being lighted

death ; directing his wife to lament over him, and tell Be thou encircled with spreading silence!

his lordship that the sight of him, by awakening the The hall of Cynddylan, gloomy seems its roof,

sense of his ingratitude, had so much affected him that Since the sweet smile of humanity is no more

he could not support it; and desired her at the same Woe to bim that saw it, if he neglects to do good!

time to tell his lordship that he entreated, as a dying The hall of Cynddylan, art thou not bereft of thy appearance !

request, his forgiveness. Soon as Lord Thomond arThy shield is in the grave;

rived, the feigned tale was related to him. The nobleWhilst be lived there was no broken roof!

man was moved to compassion, and not only declared The hall of Cynddylan is without love this night,

that he most heartily forgave him, but, opening his Since he that owned it is no more

purse, presented the fair mourner with some pieces to Ah, death! it will be but a short time he will leave me!

inter him. This instance of his lordship's pity and geThe ball of Cynddylan is not easy this night,

nerosity gave courage to the trembling bard, who, sudOn the top of the rock of lydwyth,

denly springing up, recited an extemporaneous ode in Without its lord, without company, without the circling feasts!

praise of Donough, and re-entering into his service, beThe hall of Cynddylan is gloomy this night,

came once more his favourite.»—Walker's Memoirs of Without fire, without songs

the Irish Bards, Lond. 1786, 4to. p. 141. Tears affiiet the cheeks !

Note 9.

Stanza xv.
The ball of Cynddylan is gloomy this night,
Without fire, without family-

The ancient English minstrel's dress.
My overflowing tears gush out!

Among the entertainments presented to Elizabeth at The ball of Cynddylan pierces me to see it,

Kenilworth Castle, was the introduction of a person deWithout a covering, without fire

signed to represent a travelling minstrel, who enterMy general dead, and I alive myself !

tained her with a solemn story out of the Acts of King The hall of Cynddylan is the seat of chill grief this night,

Arthur. Of this person's dress and appearance Master After the respect I experienced ;

Laneham has given us a very accurate account, transWithout the men, without the women, who reside there!

ferred by Bishop Percy to the preliminary dissertation The ball of Cynddylan is silent this night,

on minstrels, prefixed to his Reliques of Ancient Poetry, After losing its master

vol. I. The great merciful God, what shall I do?

Note 1o. Stanza xxvii.

Note 6. Stanza xii.

The tradition from which the ballad is founded was - Marwood-chase and Toller-hill.

supplied by a friend, whose account I will not do the Marwood-chase is the old park extending along the injustice to abridge, as it contains an admirable picDurham side of the 'Tees, attached to Barnard Castle. ture of an old English hall:Toller-hill is an eminence on the Yorkshire side of the « Little-cot house stands in a low and lonely situariver, commanding a superb view of the ruins. tion. On three sides it is surrounded by a park that

Ibid. p.77

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