Friar John hath told us it is wrote,

No conscience clear, and void of wrong,
Can rest awake, and pray so long.

Himself still sleeps before his beads

Have mark'd ten aves, and two creeds."-1

XXVII.

"Let pass," quoth Marmion; "by my fay,
This man shall guide me on my way,
Although the great arch-fiend and he
Had sworn themselves of company.
So please you, gentle youth, to call
This Palmer 2 to the Castle-hall."
The summon'd Palmer came in place;
His sable cowl o'erhung his face;

1 Friar John understood the soporific virtue of his beads and breviary, as well as his namesake in Rabelais. "But Gargantua could not sleep by any means, on which side soever he turned himself. Whereupon the monk said to him, ‘I never sleep soundly but when I am at sermon or prayers: Let us therefore begin, you and I, the seven penitential psalms, to try whether you shall not quickly fall asleep.' The conceit pleased Gargantua very well; and, beginning the first of these psalms, as soon as they came to Beati quorum, they fell asleep, both the one and the other."

2 A Palmer, opposed to a Pilgrim, was one who made it his sole business to visit different holy shrines; travelling incessantly, and subsisting by charity: whereas the Pilgrim retired to his usual home and occupations, when he had paid his devotions at the particular spot which was the object of his pilgrimage. The Palmers seem to have been the Quæstionarii of the ancient Scottish canons 1242 and 1296. There is in the

In his black mantle was he clad,
With Peter's keys, in cloth of red,

On his broad shoulders wrought;
The scallop shell his cap did deck;
The crucifix around his neck

Was from Loretto brought;
His sandals were with travel tore,
Staff, budget, bottle, scrip, he wore;
The faded palm-branch in his hand
Show'd pilgrim from the Holy Land.1

XXVIII.

When as the Palmer came in hall,

Nor lord, nor knight, was there more tall,
Or had a statelier step withal,

Or look'd more high and keen;

For no saluting did he wait,

Bannatyne MS. a burlesque account of two such persons, entitled Simmy and His Brother. Their accoutrements are thus ludicrously described (I discard the ancient spelling):

"Syne shaped them up, to loup on leas,

Two tabards of the tartan;

They counted nought what their clouts were

When sew'd them on, in certain.

Syne clampit up St. Peter's keys,

Made of an old red gartane;

St. James's shells, on t'other side, shews

As pretty as a partane

Toe,

On Symmye and his brother.”

1The first presentment of the mysterious Palmer is laudable. - Jeffrey.

But strode across the hall of state,

And fronted Marmion where he sate,1
As he his peer had been.

But his gaunt frame was worn with toil;
His cheek was sunk, alas the while!

And when he struggled at a smile,

His eye look'd haggard wild:

Poor wretch the mother that him bare,
If she had been in presence there,
In his wan face, and sun-burn'd hair,
She had not known her child.

Danger, long travel, want, or woe,

Soon change the form that best we know—
For deadly fear can time outgo,

And blanch at once the hair;

Hard toil can roughen form and face,2

And want can quench the eye's bright grace, Nor does old age a wrinkle trace

More deeply than despair.

Happy whom none of these befall,3
But this poor Palmer knew them all.

XXIX.

Lord Marmion then his boon did ask;
The Palmer took on him the task,

"And near Lord Marmion took his seat."

"Hard toil can alter form and face,

And want can roughen youthful grace,

quench

dim

the eyes of grace."

Happy whom none such woes befall."

So he would march with morning tide,1
To Scottish court to be his guide.
"But I have solemn vows to pay,
And may not linger by the way,
To fair St. Andrews bound,
Within the ocean-cave to pray,
Where good Saint Rule his holy lay,
From midnight to the dawn of day,
Sung to the billows' sound; 2
Thence to Saint Fillan's blessed well,
Whose spring can frenzied dreams dispel,
And the crazed brain restore: 3

1 MS.

"So he would ride with morning tide."

A

2 St. Regulus (Scotticé, St. Rule), a monk of Patræ, in Achaia, warned by a vision, is said, a. d. 370, to have sailed westward, until he landed at St. Andrews, in Scotland, where he founded a chapel and tower. The latter is still standing; and, though we may doubt the precise date of its foundation, is certainly one of the most ancient edifices in Scotland. cave, nearly fronting the ruinous castle of the Archbishops of St. Andrews, bears the name of this religious person. It is difficult of access; and the rock in which it is hewed is washed by the German Ocean. It is nearly round, about ten feet in diameter, and the same in height. On one side is a sort of stone altar; on the other an aperture into an inner den, where the miserable ascetic, who inhabited this dwelling, probably slept. At full tide, egress and regress are hardly practicable. As Regulus first colonised the metropolitan see of Scotland, and converted the inhabitants in the vicinity, he has some reason to complain that the ancient name of Killrule (Cella Reguli) should have been superseded, even in favour of the tutelar saint of Scotland. The reason of the change was, that St. Rule is said to have brought to Scotland the relics of St. Andrew.

8 St. Fillan was a Scottish saint of some reputation. Although popery is, with us, matter of abomination, yet the

Saint Mary grant, that cave or spring
Could back to peace my bosom bring,

Or bid it throb no more!"

XXX.

And now the midnight draught of sleep,
Where wine and spices richly steep,
In massive bowl of silver deep,
The page presents on knee.

Lord Marmion drank a fair good rest,
The Captain pledged his noble guest,
The cup went through among the rest,1
Who drain'd it merrily;

· Alone the Palmer pass'd it by,

Though Selby press'd him courteously.
This was a sign the feast was o'er;
It hush'd the merry wassel roar,2
The minstrels ceased to sound.
Soon in the castle nought was heard,
But the slow footstep of the guard,
Pacing his sober round.

common people still retain some of the superstitions connected with it. There are in Perthshire several wells and springs dedicated to St. Fillan, which are still places of pilgrimage and offerings, even among the Protestants. They are held powerful in cases of madness; and, in some of very late occurrence, lunatics have been left all night bound to the holy stone, in confidence that the saint would cure and unloose them before morning. See various notes to the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border.

1 MS."The cup pass'd round among the rest.” 2 MS." Soon died the merry wassel roar."