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« And who art thou, thou Gray Brother, | along the Eske, which is there joined by its sister stream That I should shrive to thee,

of the same name. When he, to whom are given the keys of earth and

Note 7. Stanza xviii. heaven, Has no power to pardon me ?»

And classic Hawthorndes.

Hawthornden, the residence of the poet Drummond « O I am sent from a distant clime,

A house of more modern date is enclosed, as it were, Five thousand miles away,

by the ruins of the ancient castle, and overhang a tre And all to absolve a foul, foul crime,

mendous precipice, upon the banks of the Eske, perDone here 'twixt night and day.”

forated by winding caves, which, in former tio,

formed a refuge to the oppressed patriots of Scotland. The pilgrim kneeld him on the sand,

Here Drummond received Ben Jonson, who jource And thus began his saye

from London, on foot, in order to visit him. The When on his neck an ice-cold hand

beauty of this striking scene has been much injuradi, Did that Gray Brother laye.

of late years, by the indiscriminate use of the axe. The traveller now looks in vain for the leafy bower,

Where Jonson sate in Drummond's social shade.

Upon the whole, tracing the Eske from its sera, NOTES.

till it joins the sea, at Musselburgh, no stream in acte land can boast such a varied succession of the masti!

teresting objects, as well as of the most romantic an Note 1. Stanza xvii.

beautiful scenery:
From that fair dome, w bere suit is paid

By blast of bagle free.
The barony of Pennycuik, the property of Sir George
Clerk, Bart., is held by a singular tenure; the proprietor

THE FIRE-KING. being bound to sit upon a large rocky fragment, called The blessings of the evil Genii, wbich are curses, were upon har the Buckstane, and wind three blasts of a horn, when

Eastern Take the king shall come to hunt on the Borough Muir, near Edinburgh. Hence, the family have adopted, as their This ballad was written at the request of Mr Lewis crest, a demi-forester proper, winding a horn, with the I to be inserted in his Tales of Wonder. It is the thri motto, Free for a Blast. The beautiful mansion-house in a series of four ballads, on the subject of Elementary of Pennycuik is much admired, both on account of the

Spirits. The story is, however. partly historical; far it architecture and surrounding scenery.

is recorded, that, during the struggles of the Lato Note 2. Stanza xvii.

kingdom of Jerusalem, a Knight Templar, called Stud! To Auchendinny's hazel glade.

Alban, deserted to the Saracens, and defeated the Auchendinny, situated upon the Eske, below l'enny

christians in many combats, till he was finally roots cuik, the present residence of the ingenious H. Mac

and slain, in a conflict with King Baldwin, under : kenzie, Esq. author of The Man of Feeling, etc.

walls of Jerusalem.
Note 3. Stanza xvii.
And haunted Woodhouselee.

Bold knights and fair dames, to my harp give an ea. For the traditions connected with this ruinous man- |

Of love, and of war, and of wonder to hear; sion, see Notes to the ballad of Cadyow Castle,p. 451.

And you haply may sigh, in the midst of your glee,

| At the tale of Count Albert, and fair Rosalie.
Note 4. Stanza xviii.
Who knows not Melville's beechy grove.

O see you that castle, so strong and so high? Melville Castle, the seat of the honourable Robert And see you that lady, the tear in her eye? Dundas, member for the county of Mid-Lothian, is de- | And see you that palmer from Palestine's land, lightfully situated upon the Eske, near Lasswade. It | The shell on his hat, and the staff in his land ?gives the title of viscount to his father, Lord Melville. Note 5. Stanza xviii.

« Now palmer, gray palmer, ( tell unto me, And Roslin's rocky clen.

What news bring you home from the Holy Count' The ruins of Roslin Castle, the baronial residence of

Aud how goes the warfare by Galilee's strand? the ancient family of Saint Clair. The Gothic chapel,

And how fare our nobles, the flower of the lands wbich is still in beautiful preservation, with the romao

« () well goes the warfare by Galilee's wave, tic and woody dell in wluch they are situated, belong to the right honourable the Earl of Rosslyn, the repre

For Gilead, and Nablous, and Ramah we have;

And well fare our pobles by Mount Lebanon, sentative of the former lords of Roslin.

For the heathen have lost, and the christians have any
Note 6. Stanza xviii.
Dalkeith, which all the virtues love.

A fair chain of gold mid her ringlets there burs: The village and castle of Dalkeith belonged, of old. I O'er the palmer's gray locks the fair chain has she line to the famous Earl of Morton, but is now the residence « O palmer, gray palmer, this chaip be thy s of the noble family of Buccleuch. The park extends / For the news thou hast brought from te best


. And palmer, good palmer, by Galilee's wave,

The priests they erase it with care and with pain, O saw ye Count Albert, the gentle and brave?

And the recreant return'd to the cavern again; When the Crescent went back, and the Red-cross rusha But, as he descended, a whisper there fell, on,

It was his good angel, who bade him farewell! O saw ye him foremost on Mount Lebanon ?»

High bristled his hair, his heart flutter'd and beat, O lady, fair lady, the tree green it grows;

And he turn'd him five steps, half resolved to retreat; O lady, fair lady, the stream pure it flows;

But his heart it was harden d, his purpose was gone, Your castle stands strong, and your hopes soar on high ;

When he thought of the maiden of fair Lebanon. But lady, fair lady, all blossoms to die.

Scarce pass'd he the archway, the threshold scarce trod, =The green boughs they wither, the thunderbolt falls,

When the winds froin the four points of heaven were

abroad: Et leares of your castle but levin-scorch'd walls; The pure stream runs muddy; the gay hope is gone;

They made each steel portal to rattle and ring, Count Albert is prisoner on Mount Lebanon.»

And, borne on the blast, came the dread Fire-King.

Full sore rock'd the cavern whene'er he drew nigh, she's ta'en a horse, should be fleet at her speed;

The fire on the altar blazed bickering and high; And she's ta'en a sword, should be sharp at her need;

In volcanic explosions the mountains proclaim And she has ta'en shipping for Palestine's land,

The dreadful approach of the monarch of flame. To ransom Count Albert from Soldanrie's hand.

Unmeasured in height, undistinguish'd in form, Small thoacht had Count Albert on fair Rosalie, His breath it was lightning, his voice it was storm; Small thought on his faith, or his knighthood had be; I ween the stout heart of Count Albert was tame, heathenish damsel his light heart liad won,

When he saw in his terrors the monarch of flame. The Soldan's fair daughter of Mount Lebanon.

In his hand a broad falchion blue-glimmer'd through Oh christian, bravc christian, my love wouldst thou be, smoke, hree things must thou do ere I hearken to thee:

And Mount Lebanon shook as the monarch he spoke :Dur laws and our worship on thee shalt thou take;

« With this brand shalt thou conquer, thus long, and ind this thou shalt first do for Zulema's sake.

no more,

Till thou bend to the Cross, and the Virgin adore.» = And, next, in the cavern, where burns evermore

The cloud-shrouded arm gives the weapon; and, see ! he mystical flame which the Kurdmaps adore,

The recreant receives the charmed gift on his knee: love, and in silence, three nights shalt thou wake;

The thunders grow distant, and faint gleam the fires, ad this thou shall next do for Zulema's sake.

As, borne on his whirlwind, the phantom retires.

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

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

e has thrown by his helmet and cross-handled sword, From Lebanon's forest to Galilee's wave, enouncing his knighthood, denying his Lord; The sands of Samaar drank the blood of the brave; + bas ta'en the green caftan, and turban put on, 'Till the Knights of the Temple, and Knights of St John, or the love of the maiden of fair Lebanon.

With Salem's King Baldwin, against him came on.

od in the dread cavern, deep deep under ground, The war-cymbals clatter'd, the trumpets replied, hich fifty steel gates and steel portals surround, The lances were couch'd, and they closed on each side; e has watch'd unul day-break, but sight saw he none, And horsemen and horses Count Albert o erthrew, Eve the flame burning bright on its altar of stone. Till lie pierced the thick tumult King Baldwin unto.

mazed was the princess, the Soldan amazed,
ore murmur'd the priests as on Albert they gazed;
hey search'd all his garments, and, under his weeds,
aey found, and took from him, his rosary beads.

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.

pain in the cavern, deep deep under ground,

So fell was the dint, that Count Albert stoop'd low Exarch'd thelone night while the winds whistled round; Before the crossd shield, to his steel saddle-bow; er off was their murmur, it came not more nigh, And scarce bad he bent to the Red-cross his head, se flame buro'd unmoved, and nought else did he spy. « Bonne grace, notre Dame,» he unwittingly said.

ad murmurd the priests, and amazed was the king, Sore sigh d the charm'd sword, for its virtue was o'er, hile many dark spells of their witchcraft they sing, It sprung from his grasp, and was never seen more; ary search'd Albert's body, and, lo! on his breast But true men have said, that the lightning's red wing as tbe sign of the cross, by his father impressid. Did waft back the brand to the dread Fire-King.

Wild she curs'd, and wild she pray'd ;

Seven long days and nights are o'er; Death in pity brought his aid,

As the village bell struck four.

He clench'd his set teeth, and his gauntletted hand;
He stretch'd with one buffet that page on the strand;
As back from the stripling the broken casque rolld,
You might see the blue eyes, and the ringlets of gold.
Short time had Count Albert in horror to staré
On those death-swimming eye-bails, and blood-clotted

For down came the Templars, like Cedron in flood,
And dyed their long lances in Saracen blood.
The Saracens, Kurdmans, and Ishmaelites yield
To the scallop, the saltier, and crosletted shield;
And the eagles were gorged with the infidel dead,
From Bethsaida's fountains to Napthali's head.

Far from her, and far from France,

Faithless Frederick onward rides; Marking, blythe, the morning's glance

Mantling o'er the mountain's sides.

Heard ye not the boding sound,

As the tongue of yonder tower, Slowly to the hills around,

Told the fourth, the fated hour!

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Hark! for now a solemn knell

Some account of him may be found in «Sully's MeFour times on the still night broke :

moirs,» who says he was called, Le Grand Veneur. At Four times, at its deaden'd swell,

one time he chose to hunt so near the palace, that the Echoes from the ruins spoke.

attendants, and, if I mistake not, Sully himself, came

out into the court, supposing it was the sound of the As the lengthen'd clangors die,

king returning from the chase. This phantom is elseSlowly opes the iron door ;

where called Saint Hubert. Straight-a banquet met his eye,

The superstition seems to have been very general, But a funeral's form it wore !

as appears from the following fine poetical description

of this phantom chase, as it was heard in the wilds of Coffins for the seats extend ;

Ross-shire, All with black the board was spread ;

Ere since, of old, the haughty thanes of Ross,Girt by parent, brother, friend,

So to the simple swain tradition tells, -
Long since number'd with the dead!

Were wont with clans, and ready vassals throng'd,
To wake the bounding stag, or guilty wolf,

There oft is beard, at midnight, or at noon,
Alice in her grave-clothes bound,

Beginning faint, but rising still more loud, Ghastly smiling, points a seat;

And nearer, voice of hunters, and of hounds, All arose, with thunderiog sound;

And borns boarsis-winded, blowing far and keen :-
All the expected stranger greet.

Forthwith the bubbub multiplies; the gale
Labours with wilder sbrieks and rifer din

Of hot pursuit; the broken cry of deer
High their meagre arms they wave,

Mangled by tbrouiling dogs; the shouts of men, Wild their potes of welcome swell ;

And hoofs thick beating on the hollow hill. « Welcome, traitor, to the grave!

Sudden the grazing beifer in the vale

Starts at the noise, and both the berdsman's ears
Perjured, bid the light farewell ! »

Tingle with inward dread. Aghast, he eyes
The mountain's beight, and all the ridges round,
Yet not one trace of living wight discerns;

Nor knows, o'erawed, and trembling as he stands,

To wbat, or wbom, he owes his idle fear,
To ghost, to witch, to fairy, or to fiend;
Bat wonders, and no end of wondering finds..

Scottish Descriptive Poems, pp. 167, 168.
This is a translation, or rather an imitation, of the
Wilde Jager of the German poet Bürger. The tradition

A posthumous miracle of Father Lesly, a Scottish upon which it is founded bears, that formerly a Wild

ild-capuchin, related to his being buried on a bill haunted grave, or keeper of a royal forest, named Falkenburg, by these unearthly cries of hounds and huntsmen. was so much addicted to the pleasures of the chase, After his sainted reliques had been deposited there, the and otherwise so extremely profligate and cruel, that poise was never heard more. The reader will find he not only followed this unhallowed amusement on

this, and other miracles, recorded in the life of the Sabbath, and other days consecrated to religious Father Bonaventura, which is written in the choicest duty, but accompanied it with the most unheard-oftoli

Italian. oppression upon the poor peasants who were under his vassalage. When this second Nimrod died, the people adopted a superstition, founded probably on the many

Toe Wildgrave winds his bugle horn, various upcouth sounds beard in the depth of a German

To horse, to horse! balloo, halloo ! forest, during the silence of the night. They conceived

His fiery courser snuffs the morn, they still beard the cry of the Wildgrave's hounds; and

And thronging serfs their lord pursue. the well-known cheer of the deceased hunter, the sound of his horse's feet, and the rustling of the

The eager pack, from couples freed, branches before the game, the pack, and the sports

Dash through the bush, the briar, the brake; men, are also distinctly discriminated; but the phan

While answering hound, and horn, and steed, toms are rarely, if ever, visible. Once, as a benighted

The mountain echoes startling wake. chasseur heard this infernal chase pass by him, at the sound of the halloo, with which the spectre Huntsman

The beams of God's own hallow'd day cheered his bounds, he could not refrain from crying, Gluck zu, Falkenburg!» (Good sport to ye, Falken

Had painted yonder spire with gold,

And, calling sinful man to pray, burg!) « Dost thou wish me good sport?» answered a hoarse voice; «thou shalt share the game;» and there Loud, long, and deep the bell had toll'd : was thrown at him what seemed to be a huge piece of foul carrion. The daring chasseur lost two of his best But still the Wildgrave onward rides; horses soon after, and never perfectly recovered the

Halloo, halloo! and hark again! personal effects of this ghostly greeting. This tale, When, spurring from opposing sides, though told with some variations, is universally be

Two Stranger Horsemen join the train. lieved all over Germany.

The French had a similar tradition concerning an Who was each Stranger, left and right, aerial hanter, who infested the forest of Fontainebleau. Well may I guess, but dare not tell; He was sometimes visible; when he appeared as a The right-hand steed was silver white, huntsman, surrounded with dogs, a tall grisly figure. The left, the swarthy hue of hell.

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