INTRODUCTION. THE way was long, the wind was cold, The unpremeditated lay: Old times were changed, old manners gone; A stranger fill'd the Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had call'd his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorn'd and poor, And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp, a king had loved to hear. He pass'd where Newark's1 stately tower 1This is a massive square tower, now unroofed and ruinous, surrounded by an outward wall, defended by round flanking turrets. It is most beautifully situated, about three miles from Selkirk, upon the banks of the Yarrow, a fierce and precipitous stream, which unites with the Ettricke about a mile beneath the castle. 2 A Newark Castle was built by James II. The royal arms, with the unicorn, are engraved on a stone in the western side of the tower. There was a much more ancient castle in its immediate vicinity, called Auldwark, founded, it is said, by Alexander III. Both were designed for the royal residence when the king was disposed to take his pleasure in the extensive forest of Ettricke. Various grants occur in the records of the Privy Seal, bestowing the keeping of the Castle of Newark upon different barons. There is a popular tradition that it was once seized, and held out by the outlaw Murray, a noted character in song, who only surrendered Newark upon condition of being made hereditary sheriff of the forest. long ballad, containing an account of this transaction, is preserved in the Border Minstrelsy (vol. i.). Upon the marriage of James IV. with Margaret, sister of Henry VIII., the Castle of Newark, with the whole Forest of Ettricke, was assigned to her as a part of her jointure lands. But of this she could make little advantage; for, after the death of her husband, she is found complaining heavily that Buccleuch had seized upon these lands. Indeed, the office of keeper was latterly held by the family of Buccleuch, and with so firm a grasp that when the Forest of Ettricke was disparked they obtained a grant of the Castle of Newark in property. It was within the courtyard of this castle that General Lesly did military execution upon the prisoners whom he had taken at the battle of 2 The vignette which embellishes this volume gives Newark as sketched in 1831 by Mr. Turner. The Minstrel gazed with wishful eye- The embattled portal arch he pass'd, The Duchess marked his weary pace, Philiphaugh. The castle continued to be an occasional seat of the Buccleuch family for more than a century; and here, it is said, the Duchess of Monmouth and Buccleuch was brought up. For this reason, probably, Mr. Scott has chosen to make it the scene in which the Lay of the Last Minstrel is recited in her presence, and for her amusement. — Schetky's Illustrations of the Lay of the Last Minstrel. It may be added that Bowhill was the favourite residence of Lord and Lady Dalkeith (afterward Duke and Duchess of Buccleuch) at the time when the poem was composed; the ruins of Newark are all but included in the park attached to that modern seat of the family; and Sir Walter Scott, no doubt, was influenced in his choice of the locality by the predilection of the charming lady who suggested the subject of his Lay for the scenery of the Yarrow a beautiful walk on whose banks, leading from the house to the old castle, is called, in memory of her, the "Duchess's Walk." Ed. 1 Anne, Duchess of Buccleuch and Monmouth, representative of the ancient Lords of Buccleuch, and widow of the unfortunate James, Duke of Monmouth, who was beheaded in 1685. In pride of power, in beauty's bloom, Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb! When kindness had his wants supplied, Of good Earl Francis,1 dead and gone, And how full many a tale he knew, Though stiff his hand, his voice though He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, He could make music to her ear. The humble boon was soon obtain'd; 1 Francis Scott, Earl of Buccleuch, father of the duchess. 2 Walter, Earl of Buccleuch, grandfather of the duchess, and a celebrated warrior. And scenes, long past, of joy and pain, And then, he said, he would full fain He had play'd it to King Charles the Good, And much he wish'd, yet fear'd, to try Amid the strings his fingers stray'd, But when he caught the measure wild, In varying cadence, soft or strong, |