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ril in Scotland, under the singular title of her adopted father.

Note 2. Stanza xv.

Tfae mountain ball come* thundering on.

« In Caledonia olim frequens erai sylvestris quidam bos, nunc vero rarior, qui colore candidissimo, jubam densam et demissam instar leonis gestat, truculent us ac ferus, ab humano generc abhorrens, ut quxcunque homines vcl manibus com recta vcriut, vcl liaiitu perflaTeriur, ab iis multos post dies omuiuo abstinuerint. Ad hoc tanta audacia huic bovi indita crat, ut non solum irritalus equites furenter proslcrneret, sedoe tantillum locessitus omncs promiscue homines cornibus, ac ungulii peteret; ac canum, qui apud nos ferocissimi sunt, impetus plane contcmneret. Ejus carnes cartilaginosac sed saporis suavissimi. Erat is olim per illam vastis»mam Caledonia* sylvam frequens, sed humana inglimc jam assumptus tribus tantum locis est rcliquus, Stmilmgii, Cumbernaldia;, ct Kincarniae.n—Leslceus, Scotia Description p. i3.

Note 3. Stanza xxi.

Stern Claud replied, with darkening face
(Cray Pisley's haughty lord wit be).

Lord Claud Hamilton, second son of the Dnke of Cliatelherault, and commendator of the abbey of Paisley, acted a distinguished part during the troubles of {bieen Mary's reign, and remained unalterably attached to (he cause of that uufortunate princess. He led the **n of her army at the fatal battle of Langside, and *a< one of ihe commanders at the Raid of Stirling, *liich bad so Dearly given complete success to the queen's faction. He was ancestor to the present Marqais of Abercorn.

Note 4- Stanza xxii.

Few turn have set, since Woodbonselee. Tliis barony, stretching aloug the banks of the Esk, war Auchendinny, belouged to Bothwellhaugh, iu right of bis wife. The ruins of the mansion, from whence ■be was expelled in the brutal maimer which occasioned tier death, are still to be seen, in a hollow glen beside the river. Popular report tenants them with the rewletf ghost of the Lady Bothwellhaugh ; whom,howroi il confounds with Lady Anne Bolhwcll, whose Lament is so popular. This spectre is so tenacious of "" rights, that, a part of the stones of the ancient edifice having been employed in building or repairing the prevent Woodhonsr-lce, she has deemed it a part of her privilege (o haunt that house also; and, even of very hie years, has excited considerable disturbance and terror among the domestics. This is a more remarkable indication of the rights of gliosis, as the present Woodhouselee, which gives his title lo the honourable Alexander Frascr Tytler, a senator of the College of Juslice, is situated on the slope of the Pcntlaud hills, disljat at least four miles from her proper abode. She ilwayi appears in white, and with a child iu her arms.

Note 5. Stanza xxviii.

WWe bloody poniard's frantic stroke.
Drive* to the leap fail jaded deed.

fiirrcl informs us, that BothwcJIhaugh, being closely rurvued, «afier that spur and wand had failed him, he «r» forth his dagger, and strocke his horse behind, **lk caused the horse lo leap a very brode stank (i. e.

ditch), by whilk means he escapit, and gat away from all the rest of the horses.»—Bibrell's Diary, p. t8. Note 6. Stanza xxxiii.

From the wild Border's humbled aide.
In haughty triamph marched ho.

Murray's death took place shortly after an expedition to the Borders; which is thus commemorated by the author of his elegy:

So having (tablitcht all thing in tbii tort,

To Liddisdaill again be did retort.

Throw Ewisdail, Eskdai), and all the dailli rode he

And al*o lay thre;* nights in Oonabie.

Wbair na prince lay ihir hundred yeiri* before,

Nae thief durst itir, tbey did him feir to satr;

And, that they mid n» mair thair thift al ledge.

Threescore and twelf he brocht of tbame in pledge.

Syne wardit tbame, whilk made the rett keep ordour.

Than mycht the nuch-bus keep ky on the Bordour.

Scottiifi Poems, iOt& cvMury, p. l3l.

Note 7. Stanza xxxv.

With hackbut bent, my iocrel stood.

The carabine, with which the regent was shot, is preserved at Hamilton Palace. It is a brass piece, of a middling length, very small in the bore, and, what is rather extraordinary, appears to have been rifled or indented in the barrel. It had a matchlock, for which a modern fire-lock has been injudiciously substituted. Note S. Stanza xxxvi.

Dark Morton, girt with many a spear.

Of this noted person it is enough to say, that he was active in the murder of David Rizzio, and at least privy to that of Darnlcy.

Note 9. Stanza xxxvi.

The wild Macforlaoe's plaided clan.

This clan of Lennox Highlanders were attached to (he Regent Murray. Uollinshod, speaking of the battle of Langside, says, «Iu this batayle the valiancc of an llielaud gentleman, named Macfarlane, stood the regents part in great steedc; for, in the hottest bruntc of the fighte, he came up with two hundred of his friendes and countrymen, and so manfully gave in upon the Itankes of the queeuc's people, that he was a great cause of the disordering of iheru. This Macfarlauc had been lately before, as I have heard, condemn ed to die, for some outrage by him committed, and obtayning pardou through suytof the Countess of Murray, he recompenccd that clcmcncic by this piece of service now at this batayle.» Calderwood's account is less favourable to the Macfarlaues. He states, that 't Macfarlane, with his Ilighlandmen, lied from the wing where tbey were set. The Lord Lindesay, who stood nearest to them iu the regeut's battle, said, 'Let them go! I shall fill their plates better:' and so stepping forward with a company of fresh men, charged the. enemy, whose spears wore now spent, with long weapons, so that they were driven back by force, being before almost overthrown by the avant-guard and harquebusiers, and so were turned to flight."—Ctiliterwood's MS. apud Keith, p. 4S0. Melville mentions the Might of the van-guard, hut slates it to have been commanded by Morton, and composed chiefly of commoners of the barony of Renfrew.

Note 10. Stanza xxxvii.

Clencairn and stool Parkbead were nigb.
Obsequious at their regent's rein.

The Earl of Glencairn was a steady adherent of the

regent. George Douglas, of Parkhead, was a natural brother of the Earl of Morton: his horse was killed by the same ball by which Murray fell.

Note 11. Stanza xnvii.

And haggard Lindsay'* iron eye,
That >aw fair Mary weep in rain.

Lord Lindesay, of the Byres, was the most ferocious and brutal of the regent's faction; and, as such, was employed to extort Mary's signature to the deed of resignation, presented to her in Lochlcveu Castle. He discharged his commission with the most savage rigour; and it is even said, that when the weeping captive, in the act of signing, averted her eyes from the ratal deed, he pinched her arm with the grasp of his iron glove.

Note 12. Stanza xxxviii.

Scarce conld hit trampling charger moro.
So close ibe rain ion t crowded nigh.

Richard Bannatyne mentions in his journal, that John Knox repeatedly warned Murray to avoid Linlithgow.

Not only had the regent notice of the intended attempt upon his life, but even of the very house from which it was threatened.

With that infatuation, at which men wonder after such events have happened, he deemed it would be a sufficient precaution to ride briskly past the dangerous spot. But even this was prevented by the crowd: so that Bothwcllhaugh had time to take a deliberate aim. —Sputtiswoode, p. 233. Buchanan.

THE GRAY BROTHER.

A FRAGMENT.

Thi imperfect state of this ballad, which was written several years ago, is not a circumstance affected for the purpose of giving it that peculiar interest, which is often found to arise from un gratified curiosity. On the contrary, it was the author's intention to have completed the tale, if he had found himself able to succeed to his own satisfaction. Yielding to the opinion of persons, whose judgment, if not biassed by the partiality of friendship, is entitled to deference, the author has preferred inserting these verses, as a fragment, to his intention of entirely suppressing them.

The tradition, upon which the tale is founded, regards a house, upon the barony of Gilmerlon, near Lasswade, in Mid-Lothian. This building, now called Gilrnerton Grange, was originally named Burndale, from the following tragic adventure. The barony of Gilrnerton belonged of yore to a gentleman, named Heron, who had one beautiful daughter. This young lady was seduced by the abbot of Xewboltle, a richlyendowed abbey, upon the banks of the South Esk, now a scat of the Marquis of Lothian. Heron came to the knowledge of this circumstance, and learned, also, that the lovers carried on their guilty intercourse by the connivance of the lady's nurse, who lived at this house, of Gilrnerton Grange or Burndale. He formed a resolution of bloody vengeance, undeterred by the supposed sanctity of the clerical character, or by the

stronger claims of natural affection. Chitting, therefore, a dark and windy night, when the object*dim vengeance were engaged in a stolen interview, be set fire to a suck of dried thorns, and other combustibW, which he had caused to be piled against the house, ui reduced to a pile of glowing ashes the dwelling,with il its inmates.1

The scene, with which the ballad opens, «<«*;gested by the following curious passage, eitracWfreu the Life of Alexander Peden, one of the wandering vti persecuted teachers of the sect of Cameronijns dam; the reign of Charles II. and his successor, James. Tha person was supposed by his followers, and perb?really believed himself, to be possessed of supwnatar^ gifts; for the wild scenes, which they frequented, ud the constant dangers, which *ere incurred threap their proscription, deepened upon their minds tjr gloom of superstition, so general in that age.

« About the same time he (Peden) came to Andnrv Normand's house, in the parish of Allovav, in luetic of Ayr, being to preach at night in his barn. After h* came in, he halted a little, leaning; upon a chairhu. with his face covered; when he lifted up his bead, r, said, 'There arc in this house that 1 have not one *"H of salvation unto;' he hatted a Utile again, saying,' Tb* is strange, that the devil will not go out, thai Wish begin our work!' Then there was a woman vent ml, ill looked upon almost all her life, and toberirnaf hour, for a witch, with many presumption- oi tfe* same. It escaped me, in the former passages, Dvi John Muirhead (whom I have often mentioned; ^ me, that when he came from Ireland to Gallovn. k was at family-worship, and giving some notes upon it* Scripture, when a very ill-looking man came, and u* down within the door, at the back of the halla* [-tition of the cottage); immediately he halted, and »<'There is some unhappy body just now come into u»a house. I charge him to go out, and not (top si mouth P The person went out, and he insisted («*t on), yet he saw him neither come in nor goouL*The Life and Prophecies of Mr Alexander Fein. late Minister of the Gospel at New GUnluce, i* dloway, part ii. section :><>.

Tub Pope he was saying the high, high mass,

All on Saint Peter's day,
With the power to him given, by the saints in beafn.

To wash meu's sins away.

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The Pope he was saying the blessed mass.
And the people kneel'd around;

And from each man's soul his sins did pass.
As he kiss'd the holy ground.

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And all, among the crowded throng,
Was still, both limb and tongue.

While through vaulted roof, and aisles aloof.
The holy accents rung.

'Th[» tradition wai communicated to aae by Joba Oari. l> EMin, author of an Euao mpon Narat Tactic*; who will bf«aabered by posterity, u haTinj* tauphl (be G*oiai of Krimni a* «*cent rale her thunden, and to launch tfeea afaiwt bar lam antt ■ nnsrring aim.

At the holiest word he quiver'd for fear,

And falter'd ia the sound—
And, when he would the chalice rear,

He dropp'd it on the ground.

■ The breath of one, of evil deed,

Pollute! our sacred day;
He has no portion in our creed,

No part iu what 1 say.

»A being, whom no blessed word

To ghostly peace can bring •
A wretch, at whose approach abhorr d.

Recoils each holy thing.

« Up, up, unhappy! haste, arise!

My adjuration fear!
I charge thee not to stop ray voice,

Nor longer tarry here!»

Amid them all a pilgrim kneel'd,

In gown of sackcloth gray;
Far journeying from his native field,

He first saw Rome that day.

For forty days and nights so drear,

I ween, he bad not spoke,
And, save with bread and water clear.

His fast he ne'er had broke.

Amid the penitential (lock,

Seetn'd none more bent to pray; But, when the Holy Father spoke,

He rose, and went his way.

Again unto his native land.

His weary course he drew.
To Lothian's fair and fertile strand,

And Peru land s mountains blue.

His unblest feet his native scat.

Mid Eske's fair woods, regain; Through woods more fair no stream more sweet

Rolls to the eastern main.

And lords to meet the pilgrim came,

And vassals bent the knee;
For all mid Scotland's chiefs of fame,

Was none more famed than he.

And boldly for his country still,

Id battle he had stood,
Ay, even when, on the banks of Till,

Her noblest pour'd their blood.

Sweet are the paths, O, passing sweet!

By Eske's fair streams that run,
O'er airy steep, through copsewood deep,

Impervious to the sun.

There the rapt poet's step may rove.

And yield the muse the day; There Beauty, led by timid Love,

Hay shun the tell-tale ray;

From that fair dome, where suit is paid

By blast of bugle free, (1)
To Auchendinny's hazel glade, (a)

And haunted Woodhousclec. (3)

Who knows not Melville's beechy grove, (4)

And ftosliu's rocky glen, (5)
Dalkeith, which all the virtues love, (6)

And classic Hawihornden? (7)

Yet never a path, from day to day,

The pilgrim's footsteps range, Save but the solitary way

To Hurndale's mind Grange.

A woful place was that, I ween,

As sorrow could desire; For, nodding to the fall was each crumbling wall,

And the roof was scathed with fire.

It fell upon a summer's eve,

While, on Carnethy's head,
The last faint gleams of the sun's low beams

Had streakd the gray with red;

And the convent bell did vespers tell,

Ncwbottle's oaks among.
And mingled with the solemn knell

Our Ladye's evening song:

The heavy knell, the choir's faint swell,

Came slowly down the wind, And on the pilgrim's, ear they fell,

As his wonted path he did find.

Deep sunk in thought, I weea, he was.

Nor ever raised his eye,
Until he came to that dreary place,

Which did all in ruins lie.

He gazed on the walls so scathed with fire

With many a bitter groan—
And there was aware of a Gray Friar,

Rcstiug him on a stone.

« Now, Christ thee save!* said the Gray Brother;

u Some pilgrim thou seem'st to be.» But in sore amaze did Lord Albert gaze,

Nor answer again made he.

« 0 come ye from east, or come ye from west, Or bring reliques from over the sea,

Or come ye from the shrine of St James the divine, Or Saint John of Beverley ?»

«I come not from the shrine of St James the divine, Nor bring reliques from over the sea;

I bring but a curse from our father, the Pope, Which for ever will cling to me.»

M Now, woful pilgrim, say not so!

But kneel thee down by mc,
And shrive thee so clean of thy deadly sin,

That absolved thou mayst be.»

« And who art thou, thou Gray Brother,

That I should shrive to thee, When he, to whom are given the keys of earth and

heaven, Has no power to pardon me?»

« O I am sent from a distant clime,

Five thousand miles away,
And all to absolve a foul, foul crime,

Done here 'twixt night and day.»

The pilgrim kneel'd him on the sand,

And thus began his sayc—
When on his neck an ire-cold hand

Did that Gray Brother laye.

NOTES.

Note t. Stanza xvii.

From thai fair dome, where mil it paid
By btnl of bugle free.

The barony of Pennycutk, the property of Sir George Clerk, Bart., is held by a singular tenure; the proprietor being bouud-tosit upon a large rocky fragment, called the Buckstane, and wind three blasts of a horn, when the king shall come to hunt on'the Borough Muir, near Edinburgh. Hence, the family have adopted, as their crest, a demi-forester proper, winding a horn, with the motto, Free for a Blast. The beautiful mansion-house of Pennycuik ts much admired, both on account of the architecture and surrounding scenery.

Note 3. Stanza xvii.

To Auchendinny'a liu/el glade.

Auchcndinny, situated upon the Eske, below T*cnnycuik, the present residence of the ingenious H. Mackenzie, Esq. author of The Man of Feeling, etc.

Note 3. Stanza xvii.

And haunted Woodhouudeo.

For the traditions connected with ihb ruinous mansion, see Notes to the ballad of Cadyow Castle,p. 451.

Note 4. Stanza xviii.

Who knowi not Melville's beechy grove.

Melville Castle, the seat of the honourable Robert Dundas, member for the county of Mid-Lothian, is delightfully situated upon the Eske, near Lass wade. It gives the title of viscount to his father, Lord Melville.

Note 5. Stanza xviii.
And Uo.Iiu i rocky glen.

The ruins of Roslin Castle, the baronial residence of the ancient family of Saint Clair. The Gothic chapel, which is still in beautiful preservation, with the romantic and woody dell in which they are situated, belong to the right honourable the Earl of Rossi y 11, the representative of the former lords of RosJin.

Note 6. Stanza xviii.

Dalkeith, which all the virtues love.

The village and castle of Dalkeith belonged, of old, to the famous Earl of Morton, but is now the residence of the noble family of Buccleuch. The park extends

along the Eske,which is thcrejoined by its wtararaa of the same name.

Note 7. Stanza xviii.

And elaxic Hawiborodec.

Hawthorndcn, the residence of the poet DronuDwi A house of more modern date is enclosed, as it rat, by the ruins of the ancient castle, and overhang*»mmendous precipice, upon the banks of the Este, p»foratcd by winding caves, which, iu former luw, formed a refuge to the oppressed patriot*, of Sfothai. Here Drummond received Ben Jonson, vbo Joutl*-*,: from London, on foot, in order to visit bint T* beauty of this striking scene has been modi bjo-i. of late years, by the indiscriminate use of tlieaie. IV traveller now looks iu vain for the leafy bower.

Where Jonson sate iu DromnooJi tocUl thadv

Upon the whole, tracing the E.ske from iUMsrc, till it joins the sea, at Musselburgh, no stream in Sew land can boast such a varied succession of the ro-isi * terestiug objects, as well as of the most romantic '*■ beautiful scenery.

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Bold knights and fair dames, to my harp give an a:.
Of love, and of war, and of wonder to hear;
And you haply may sigh, in the midst of your flee.
At the talc of Count Albert, aud fair Rosalie-

O see you that castle, so strong and so high?
And see you that lady, the tear iu her eye'
And see you that palmer from Palestine's land.
The shell on his hat, aud the staff in his band!-

.. Now palmer, gray palmer, O tell unto me,
What news bring you home from the Holy Com.""'
And how goes the warfare by Galilee's strand!
And how fare our nobles, the (lower of tlie Uod'•

« 0 well goes the warfare by Galilee's ware,
lor Gilead, and Nablons, and Raniah we b«<e;
Aud well fare our nobles by Mount Lebanon.
For the heathen have lost, and the christian! haw ««■ ■

A fair chain of gold mid her ringlets there hoof. O'er the pahner'sgray locks the fair chain ha=sbe' .. O palmer, gray palmer, this chain be.thy [£• For the news thou hast brought from toeDorj "■» trie.

* And palmer, good palmer, by Galilee's wave, 0 saw ye Count Albert, the gentle and brave?

When the Crescent vent back, and tin: Red-crossrush'd

on, Dsaw ye him foremost on Mount Lebanon ?»—

• O lady, fair lady, the tree green it grows; l> lady, fair lady, the stream pure it flows;

l*our castle stands strong, and your hopes soaron high; tut lady, fair lady, all blossoms to die.

»The preen boughs they wither, the thunderbolt falls, t leaves of your castle but levio-scorch'd walls; Hie pure stream runs muddy; the (jay hope is gone; jount Albert is prisoner ou .Mount Lebanon.»

) she "s ta'en a horse, should be fleet at her speed; Ind ^he's ta'en a sword, should he sharp at her need; bid the has ta'en shipping for Palestine's land, ro ransom Count Albert from Soldanrie's baud.

imall thought had Count Albert on f.iir Rosalie, knall thought on bis faith, or his knighthood had he; L heathenish damsel his light heart had won, "he Soldan's fair daughter of Mount Lebanon.

Oh christian, brave christian, mv love wouldst thou be, "hree things must thou do ere I hearken to thee: ku* laws aud our worship on thee shall thou take; Loj this thou shah first do for Zulema's sake.

And, next, in the cavern, where burns evermore he mystical flame which the Kurd ma as adore, Jooe, and in silence, three nights shalt thou wake; _nd this thou shall next Jo for Zulema's sake.

And, last, thon shalt aid us with counsel and hand, o drive the Frank robber from Palestine's land; or nay lord and my love then Count Albert I II take, 'hen all this is accomplished for Zulema's sake.»—

e has thrown by his helmet and cross-handled sword, mounting hU knighthood, denying his Lord; r has ta'en the green caftan, and turban put on, sr the love of the maiden of fair Lebanon.

ad in the dread cavern, deep deep underground, 'hieh fifty steel gates and steel portals surround, t has walch'd until day-break, but sight saw he none, ire the flame burning bright on its altar of stone.

mazed vras the princess, the Soldan amazed, >re inurmurd the priests as on Albert they gazed; nry search'd all his garment*, and, under his weeds, icy found, and took from him, his rosary heads.

jain in the cavern, deep deep under ground,

> vacrh'd the Jonc night,while the winds whistled round;

r off was their murmur, it came not more nigh,

he flame buro'd unmoved, and nought else did he spy.

>nd murmur'J the priests, and amazed was the king, bile many dark spells of their witchcraft they sing, xr^ search'd Alberts body, and, lo! on his breast as the sign of the cross, by his fatlicr impress'd.

The priests they erase it with care and with pain,
And the recreant returnd to the cavern again;
But, as he descended, a whisper there fell,—
It was his good augcl, who bade him farewell!

High bristled his hair, his heart flutter'd and beat,
And he turn'd him five steps, half resolved to retreat,
But his heart it was hardeu'd, his purpose was gone,
When he thought of the maiden of fair Lebanon.

Scarce pass'd be the archway, the threshold scarccJrod, When the winds from the four points of heaven were

abroad:
They made each steel portal to rattle and ring.
And, borne on the blast, came the dread Fire-King,

Full sore rock'd the cavern whene'er be drew nigh,
The fire on the altar blazed bickering and high;
In volcanic explosions the mountains proclaim
The dreadful approach of the monarch of llamc.

Unmeasured in height, undistmguish'd in form,
His breath it was lightning, his voice it was storm;
I ween the stout heart of Count Albert was tame,
When he saw in his terrors the monarch of flame.

In his hand a broad falchion bluc-glimmer'd through

smoke, And Mouut Lebanon shook as the monarch he spoke :— « With this brand shalt thou conquer, thus long, and

no more, Till thou bend to the Cross, and the Virgin adore.n

The cloud-shrouded arm gives the weapon; and, sec! The recreant receives the charmed gift on his knee: The thunders grow distant, and faint gleam the fires, As, borne ou his whirlwind, the phantom retires.

Count Albert has arm'd him the Paynim among,
Though his heart it was false, yet disarm it was strong;
Aud the Red-cross wax'd faint, and the Crescent came on,
From the day he commanded on Mount Lebanon.

From Lebanon's forest lo Galilee's wave,
The sands of Samaar drank the blood of the brave;
Till the Knights of the Temple,and Knights of St John,
Wild Salem's King Baldwin, against him came on.

The war-cymbals clatter'd, the trumpets replied,
The lances were couch'd, and they closed on each side;
And horsemen and horses Count Albert overthrew,
Till he pierced the thick tumult King Baldwin unto.

Against the charm'd blade which Count Albert did wield,
The fence had been vain of the king's Red-cross shield;
But a page thrust him forward the monarch before.
And cleft the proud turban the renegade wore.

So fell was the dint, that Count Albert stoop'd low Before the cross'd shield, to his steel saddle-bow; And scarce bad he bent lo the Bed-cross his head1,— « Bonne grace, noire Dame,» he unwittingly said.

Sore sigh'd the charm'd sword, for its virtue was o'er. It sprung from his grasp, aud was never seen more; But true men have said, that the lightning's red wing Did waft back the brand to the dread Fire-King.

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