Yet, e'en in yon sequester'd spot,
May worthier conquest be thy lot

Than yet thy life has known; Conquest, unbought by blood or harm, That needs not foreign aid nor arm,

A triumph all thine own, Such waits thee when thou shalt control Those passions wild, that stubborn soul,

That marrd thy prosperous scene :Hear this--from no unmoved heart, Wbich sighs, comparing what THOU ART

With what thou might'ST HAVE BEEN !

Thou saw'st in seas of gore expire
Redoubted Picron's soul of firem
Saw'st in the miogled carnage lie
All that of PONSONBY could die
DE LANCY change Love's bridal-wreath
For laurels from the hand of Death-
Saw'st gallant Miller's failing eye
Still bent where Albion's banners fly,
And Cameron, in the shock of steel,
Die like the offspring of Lochiel;
And generous GORDON, 'mid the strife,
Fall while he watch'd his leader's life.-
Ah! though her guardian angel's shield
Fenced Britain's hero through the field,
Fate not the less her power made known
Through his friends' hearts to pierce his own!

XIX. Thou, too, wliose deeds of fame renewd Bankrupt a nation's gratitude, To thine own noble heart must owe More than the meed she can bestow. For not a people's just acclaim, Not the full bail of Europe's fame, Thy prince's smiles, thy state's decree, The ducal rank, the garter'd knee, Not these such pure delight afford, As that, when, hanging up thy sword, Well mayst thou think, « This honest steel Was ever drawn for public weal; And, such was rightful Heaven's decree, Ne'er sheathed unless with victory!»

XXII. Forgive, brave dead, the imperfect lay; Who may your names, your number, say, What high-strung harp, what lofty line, To each the dear-carn d prajse assign, From liigh-born chiefs of martial fame To the poor soldier's lowlier name? Lightly ye rose chat dawning day, From your cold couch of swamp and clay, To fill, before the sun was low, The bed that morning cannot know.Oft may the tear the green sod steep, And sacred be the heroes' sleep,

Till time shall cease to run; And ne'er beside their noble

Grave May Briton pass, and fail to crave A blessing on the fallen brave,

Who fought with Wellington.

Look forth, once more, with soften'd heart,
Ere from the field of fame we part;
Triumph and Sorrow border near,
And Joy oft melts into a tear.
Alas! what links of love that morn
Has War's rude hand asunder torn!
For ne'er was field so sternly fought,
And ne'er was conquest dearer bought.
Here piled in common slaughter sleep
Those whom affection long shall weep;
Here rests the sire, that ne'er shall strain
His orphuins to his heart again;
The son, whom, on his native shore,
The parent's voice shall bless no more;
The bridegroom, who has hardly press'd
His blushing consort to his breast;
The husbaud, whom through many a year
Long love and mutual faith endear.
Thou canst not name one tender tie
But here dissolved its relics lie!
0, when thou seest some mourner's veil
Shroud her thin form and visage pale,
Or mark'st the matron's bursting tears
Stream when the stricken drum she hears;
Or seest how manlier grief, suppress'd,
Is labouring in a father's breast,
With no enquiry vain

but think on Waterloo !

Farewell, sad Field! whose blighted face
Wears desolation's withering trace;
Long shall my memory retain
Thy shatter'd huts and trampled grain,
With every mark of martial wrong,
That scathe thy towers, fair Hougoumont!
Yet though thy garden's green arcade
The matksman's, fatal post was made,
Though on thy shatter'd beechies fell
The blended rage of shot and shell,
Though from thy blacken'd portals torn,
Their fall thy blighted fruit-trees mourn,
Ilas not such havoc bought a name
Immortal in the rolls of fame?
Yes— Agincourt may be forgot,
And Cressy be an unknown spot,

And Bleoheim's name be new;
But still in story and in song,
For many an age remember'd long,
Shall live the towers of Hougoumont,

And field of Waterloo.

The cause,

XXI, Period of honour as of woes, What bright careers 't was thine to close!Mark'd on thy roll of blood what names To Britain's memory, and to Fame's, Laid there their last immortal claims!

CONCLUSION. STERN tide of human Time! that know'st not rest,

But, sweeping from the cradle to the tomb, Bear'st ever downward on thy dusky breast

Successive generations to their doom;


While thy capacious stream has equal room

grain as he can cut at one sweep with a short scythe, For the gay bark where pleasure's streamers sport, which he holds in his right hand. They carry on

this And for the prison-ship of guilt and gloom,


process Great spirit and dexterity. The fisher-skiff, and barge that bears a court,

Note 2. Stanza ix. Still wafting onward all to one dark silent port.

Pale Brussels ! then what thoughts were thine. Stern tide of time! through what mysterious change It was affirmed by the prisoners of war, that Bo

Of hope and fear have our frail barks been driven? naparte had promised his army, in case of victory, For ne'er, before, vicissitude so strange

twenty-four hours' plunder of the city of Brussels. Was to one race of Adam's offspring given.

Note 3. Stanza x. And sure such varied change of sea and heaven,

* Confront the battery's jaws of Aame! Such unexpected bursis of joy and woe,

Rush on the leveli'd gun!. Such fearful strife as that where we have striven,

The characteristic obstinacy of Napoleon was never Succeeding ages ne'er again shall know,

more fully displayed than in what we may be permitted Until the awful term when thou shalt cease to flow.

to hope will prove the last of his fields. Ile would listen to no advice, and allow of no obstacles.

An eye-witWell hast thou stood, my country!- the brave fight

ness has given the following account of his demeanour Hast well maintain'd through good report and ill; towards the end of the action:In thy just cause and in thy native mighi,

«It was near seven o'clock ; Bonaparte, who, till And in Heaven's grace and justice constant still.

then, had remained upon the ridge of the hill whence he Whether the banded prowess, strength, and skill

could best behold what passed, contemplated, with a Of half the world against thee, stood array'd,

stern countenance, the scene of this horrible slaughter. Or when, with better views and freer will,

| The more that obstacles seemed to multiply, the more Beside thee Europe's noblest drew the blade,

his obscivacy seemed to increase. He became indigEach emulous in arms the Ocean Queen to aid.

nant at these unforeseen difficulties; and, far from

fearing to push to extremities an army whose confidence Well thou art now repaid--though slowly rose,

in him was boundless, he ceased not to pour down And struggled long with mists thy blaze of fame,

fresh troops, and to give orders to march forward-to While like the dawn that in the orient glows

charge with the bayonet-to carry by storm.

He was On the broad wave its earlier lustre came;

repeatedly informed, from different points, that the day Then eastern Egypt saw the growing flame,

went against him, and that the troops seemed to be And Maida's myrtles gleam'd bencath its ray,

disordered; to which he only replied, — En avant! en Where first the soldier, stung with generous shame,

avant.!" Rivall'd the heroes of the watery way,

« One general sent to inform the emperor that he And wash'd in foemen's gore unjust reproach away.

was in a position which he could not maintain, because

it was commanded by a battery, and requested to know, Now, Island Empress, wave thy crest on high,

at the same time, in what way he should protect his And bid the banner of thy patron flow,

division from the murderous fire of the English artilGallant Saint George, the flower of chivalry!

lery. 'Let him storm the battery,' replied Bonaparte, For thou hast faced, like him, a dragon foe,

and turned his back on the aide-de-camp who brought And rescued innocence from overthrow,

the message.»- Relation de la bataille du Mont SaintAnd trampled down, like him, tyrannic might,

Jean, par un Témoin Oculaire: Paris, 1815, octavo, And to the gazing world mayst proudly show The chosen emblem of thy sainted knight,

Note 4. Stanza x. Who quelld devouring pride, and vindicaæd right.

The fate their leader shunn'd Yet 'mid the confidence of just renown,

It has been reported that Bonaparte charged at the Renown dear-bought, but dearest thus acquired, head of his guards at the last period of this dreadful

conflict. This, however, is not accurate.

lle came Write, Britain, write the moral lesson down; 'T is not alone the heart with valour fired,

down, indeed, to a hollow part of the bigh-road leading The discipline so dreaded and admired,

to Charleroi, within less than a quarter of a mile of In inany a field of bloody conquest known; the farm of La Haye Sainte, one of the points most --Such may by fame be lured-by gold be hired- fiercely disputed. Here he harangucd the guards, and *T is constancy in the good cause alone,

informed them that his preceding operations had deBest justifics the meed thy valiant sons have won. stroyed the British infantry and cavalry, and that they

liad only to support the fire of the artillery, which they were to attack with the bayonet.—This exhortation was

received with shouts of Vive l'Empereur, which were NOTES.

heard over all our line, and led to an idea that Napoleon was charging in person. But the guards were led

on by Ney; nor did Bonaparte approach nearer the Note 1. Stanza ii.

scene of action than the spot already mentioned, which Tbo peasant, at his taboor blithe,

the rising banks on cach side rendered secure from all Plies the book'd staff and shorten'd scythe. such balls as did not come in a straight line.

He witThe reaper in Flanders carries in his left hand a stick nessed the carlier part of the battle from places yet with an iron hook, with which he collects as much more remote, particularly from an observatory which

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had been placed there by the king of the Netherlands, cavalry mingling with those of the enemy, to « a thousome weeks before, for the purpose of surveying the sand tinkers at work mending pots and kettles.» country.' It is not meant to infer from these particu

Note 7. Stanza xiii. lars that Napoleon showed, on that memorable occa

Or will the chosen brook to feel sion, the least deficiency in personal courage; on the

The British shock of leveli'd steel. contrary, he evinced the greatest composure and pre- No persuasion or authority could prevail upon the sence of mind during the whole action. But it is no French troops to stand the shock of the bayonet. The less true that report has erred in ascribing to him any imperial guards, in particular, hardly stood still till the desperate efforts of valour for recovery of the battle ; British were within thirty yards of them, although the and it is remarkable, that during the whole carnage, French author, already quoted, has put into their mouths none of his suite were either killed or wounded, whereas the magnanimous sentiment, « the guards never yieldscarcely one of the Duke of Wellington's personal at they die.» The same author has covered the plateau, tendants escaped unhurt.

or eminence of St-Jean, which formed the British poNote 5. Stanza x.

sition, with redoubts and entrenchments which never

had an existence. As the narrative, which is in many «England shall tell the fight!. In riding up to a regiment which was hard pressed, probably deceived by the appearance of a road and ditch

respects curious, was written by an eye-witness, he was the duke called to the men, «Soldiers, we must never

which runs along part of the hill. It may be also menbe beat, — what will they say in England ? »

It is need

tioned, in criticising this work, that the writer states less to say how this appeal was answered.

the Château of Hougoumont to have been carried by Note 6. Stanza xii.

the French, although it was resolutely and successfully As plies the smith his clanging trade,

defended during the whole action. The


indeed, Against the cuirass rang the blade.

possessed themselves of the wood by which it is surA private soldier of the g5th regiment compared the rounded, and at length set fire to the house itself ; but sound which took place immediately upon the British the British (a detachment of the guards, under the com

mand of Colonel Macdonnell, and afterwards of Colonel * The mistakes concerning tbis observatory have been mutual. Home) made good the garden, and thus preserved, by The English supposed it was erected for the use of Bonaparte; and a French writer affirms it was constructed by the Duke of Wel- their desperate resistance, the post which covered the lington,

return of the Duke of Wellington's right flank.

Halidon Hill;

Knights, squires, and steeds, shall enter on the stage.

Essay on Criticism.


These Scenes are Jnscribed,



the present opportunity to intimate, that it shall be salely at the peril of those who make such an experi

ment. Thougu the public seldom takes much interest in such The subject is to be found in Scottish history; but communications (nor is there any reason why they not to overload so slight a publication with antiquashould), the author takes the liberty of stating, that rian research, or quotations from obscure chronicles, these scenes were commenced with the purpose of con- may be sufficiently illustrated by the following passage tributing to a miscellany projected by a much esteemed from Pinkerton's History of Scotland, vol. I, p. 71. friend. But instead of being confined to a scene or « The Governor (anno 1402) dispatched a considertwo as intended, the work gradually swelled to the size able force under Murdac, his eldest son; the Earls of of an independent publication. It is designed to illus- | Angus and Moray also joined Douglas, who entered trate military antiquities, and the manners of chivalry. England with an army of ten thousand men, carrying The Drama (if it can be termed one) is in no particular terror and devastation to the walls of Newcastle. either desigoed or calculated for the stage; so that in « Henry IV. was now engaged in the Welch war case any attempt shall be made to produce it in action against Owen Glendour; but the Earl of Northumber(as has happened in similar cases), the author takes land, and his son, the Hotspur Percy, with the Earl of

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March, collected a numerous array and awaited the re- | reason, for who would again venture to introduce upon turn of the Scots, impeded with spoil, near Milfield, in the scene the celebrated Hotspur, who commanded the the north part of Northumberland. Douglas had reach- English at the former battle? There are, however, seed Wooler, in his return, and, perceiving the enemy, veral coincidences which may reconcile even the severer seized a strong post between the two armies, called antiquáry to the substitution of Halidon Hill for HoHomildon-hill. In this method he rivalled his prede- mildon. A Scottish army was defeated by the English cessor at the battle of Otterburn, but not with like on both occasions, and under nearly the same circum

The English advanced to the assault, and stances of address on the part of the victors, and misllenry Percy was about to lead them up the hill, when management on that of the vanquished, for the English March caught his bridle, and advised him to advance long-bow decided the day in both cases. In both cases, 20 farther, but to pour the dreadful shower of English also, a Gordon was left on the field of battle; and at arrows into the enemy. This advice was followed with Halidon, as at Homildon, the Scots were commanded the usual fortune; for in all ages the bow was the Eng- by an ill-fated representative of the great house of lish weapon of victory, and though the Scots, and per- Douglas. He of Homildon was surnamed Tine-man, haps the Frenchi, were superior in the use of the spear, i.e. Lose-man, from his repeated defeats and miscaryet this weapon was useless after the distant bow had riages, and with all the personal valour of his race, decided the combat. Robert the Great, sensible of this seems to have enjoyed so small a portion of their saat the batue of Bannockburn, ordered a prepared de- gacity, as to be unable to learn military experience tachment of cavalry to rush among the English archers from reiterated calamity. I am far, however, from at the commencement, totally lo disperse them, and intimating, that the traits imbecility and envy, atstop the deadly effusion. But Douglas.now used no tributed to the Regent in the following sketch, are to such precaution; and the consequence was, that his be historically ascribed either to the elder Douglas of people, drawn up on the face of the hill, presented one Ilalidon Hill, or to him called Tine-man, who seems to general mark to the enemy, none of whose arrows de- have enjoyed the respect of his countrymen, potwithscended in vain. The Scots fell without fight, and standing that, like the celebrated Anne de Mopimounrevenged, till a spirit d knight, Swinton, exclaimed rency, he was either defeated, or wounded, or made aloud, 'ö my brave countrymen! what fascination has prisoner in every battle which he fought. The Regent seized you to-day, that you stand like deer to be shot, of the sketch is a character purely imaginary. instead of indulging your ancient courage, and meeting The tradition of the Swinton family, which still suryour enemies hand to hand? Let those who will descend vives in a lineal descent, and to which the author has with me, that we may gain victory, or life, or fall like the honour to be related, avers, that the Swinton who men.' This being heard by Adam Gordon, between fell at Homildon, in the manner narrated in the prewhom and Swinion there existed an ancient deadly ceding extract, had slain Gordon's father; which seems feud, attended with the mutual s'aughter of many fol- sufficient ground for adopting that circumstance into lowers, he jostantly fell on his knees before Swinton, the following Dramatic Sketch, though it is rendered begged his pardon, and desired to be dubbed a kniglit improbable by other authorities. by him whom he must now regard as the wiscst and If any reader will take the trouble of looking at thie boldest of that order in Britain. The ceremony Froissart, Fordun, or other historians of the period, he performed, Swinton and Gordon descended the hill, will find, that the character of the Lord of Swinton, accompanied only by one hundred men; and a despe- for strength, courage, and conduct, is by no means exrate valour led the whole body to death. Had a simi- aggerated. lar spirit been shown by the Scottish army, it is probable that the event of the day would have been dif

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. ferent. Douglis, who was certainly deficient in the most important qualities of a general, seeing his army begin to disperse, at length attempted to descend the

SCOTTISH, hill; but the English archers, retiring a little, sent a THE REGENT OF SCOTLAND. flight of arrows so sharp and strong, that no armour GORDON, could withstand; and the Scottish leader himself, whose

SWINTON, panoply was of remarkable temper, fell under five

Lennox, wounds, though not mortal. The English men-of-arms, SUTHERLAND, knights, or squires, did not strike one blow, but re

Scottish Chiefs and Nobles.

Ross, mained spectators of the rout, which was now com

MAXWELL, plete. Great numbers of Scots were slain, and near JOHNSTONE, five hundred perished in the river Tweed upon their LINDESAY. tlight. Among the illustrious were Douglas, whose ADAM DE VIpont, a Knight Templar. chief wound deprived him of an eye; Murdac, son of TAE PRIOR OF MAISON-DIEU. Albany; the Earls of Moray and Angus; and about fou

REYNALD, Swinton's Squire, gentlemen of eminent rank and power. The chief

Hob HATTELY, a Border Moss-Trooper. slain were, Swinton, Gordon, Livingston of Calender,

Heralds. Ramsay of Dalhousie, Walter Sinclair, Roger Gordon,

ENGLISH. Walter Scott, and others. Such was the issue of the King EDWARD III. unfortunate battle of Homildon.»

proper to observe, that the scene of action PERCY,

English and Norman Nobles. has, in the following pages, been transferred from Ho- RIBAUMONT. mildon to Halidou Hill. For this there was an obvious THE ABBOT OF WALTHAMSTOW.

It may






'T is cowls like mine which hide them. 'Mongst the HALIDON HILL.

War's the rash reaper, who thrusts in his sickle
Before the grain is white. In threescore years

And ten, which I have seen, I have outlived
ACT 1.

Well nigh two generations of our nobles.'

The race which holds yon summit is the third.

The northern side of the eminence of Halidon. The Thou mayst outlive them also.

back scene represents the summit of the ascent, occupied by the rear-guard of the Scottish Army. Bodies

Heaven forefend! of armed Men appear as advancing from differ- My prayer shall be, that Heaven will close my eyes, ent points to join the main Body.

Before they look upon the wrath to come.


Retire, retire, good father!—Pray for Scotland-

Think not on me. Here comes an ancient friend, No farther, father-here I need no guidance

Broiher in arms, with whom to-day I'll join me. I have already brought your peaceful step

Back to your choir, assemble all your brotherhood, Too near the verge of battle.

And weary Heaven with prayers for victory.

Fain would I see you join some baron's banner,

Heaven's blessing rest with thee,
Before I say farewell. The honour'd sword

Champion of Heaven, and of thy suffering country! That fought so well in Syria should not wave

[Exit PrioR. VIPont draws a little aside, and Amid the ignoble crowd.

lets down the beaver of his helmet. VIPONT. Each spot is noble in a pitched field,

Enter Swinton, followed by REYNALD and others, to So that a man has room to fight and fall on't.

whom he speaks as he.enters. But I shall find out friends. 'T is scarce twelve years

SWINTON Since I left Scotland for the wars of Palestine,

Halt here, and plant my pennon, till the Regent And then the flower of all the Scottish nobles

Assiga our band its station in the host. Were known to me ; and I, in my degree,

REYNALD. Not all unknown to them.

That must be by the standard. We have had

That right since good Saint David's reigu at least. Alas! there have been changes since that time; Fain would I see the Marcher would dispute it. The royal Bruce, with Randolph, Douglas, Grahame,

SWINTON Then shook in field the banners which now moulder Peace, Reynald! Where the general plants the soldier, Over their graves i' the chancel.

There is liis place of honour, and there only

His valour can win worship. Thou 'rt of those,

And thence comes it, Who would have war's deep art bear the wild semThat while I look'd on many a well-known crest

blance And blazon'd shield, as hitherward we came,

Of some disorder'd hunting, where, pell-mell, The faces of the barons who display'd them

Each trusting to the swiftness of his horse,
Were all unknown to me. Brave youths they seem'd;

press on to see the


fall. Yet, surely fitter to adorn the tilt-yard,

Yon steel-clad southrons, Reynald, are no deer; Than to be leaders of a war. Their followers,

Aud England's Edward is no stay at bay. Young like themselves, seem like themselves unprac

VIPONT (advancing). tised

There needed not, to blazon forth the Swinton,
Look at their battle-rank,

His ancient burgonet, the sable Boar

Chain'd to the gnarled oak,- ,-nor his proud step,
I cannot gaze on 't with undazzled eye,

Nor giant stature, nor the ponderous mace,
So thick the rays dart back from shield and helmet, Which only he of Scotland's realm can wield:
And sword and battle-axe, and spear


His discipline and wisdom mark the leader,
Sure 't is a gallant show! The Bruce himself

As doth his frame the champion. Hail, brave Swinton! Hath often conquer'd at the head of fewer

SWINTON. And worse appointed followers.

Brave Templar, thanks! Such your cross'd shoulder

speaks you; Ay, but 't was Bruce that led them. Reverend Father, But the closed visor, which conceals your features, "T is not the falchion's weight decides a combat;

Forbids more knowledge. Umfraville, perhapsIt is the strong and skilful hand that wields it.

VIPONT (unclosing his helmet). Ill fate, that we should lack the noble king,

No; one less worthy of our sacred order. And all his champions now! Time call'd them not, Yet, unless Syrian suns have scorchid my features For when I parted hence for Palestine,

Swart as my sable visor, Alau Swinton
The brows of most were free from grizzled hair.

Will welcome Symon Vipont.

SWINTON (embracing him).
Too true, alas ! But well you know, in Scotland,

As the blithe reaper Few hairs are silver'd underneath the helmet;

Welcomes a practised mate, when the ripe harvest



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