"O shame to knighthood, strange and foul "Not so, by high Dunlathmon's fire, Thy heart was froze to love and joy, When gayly rung thy raptur'd lyre To wanton Morna's melting eye." Wild stared the minstrel's eyes of flame, "And thou! when by the blazing oak "Not thine a race of mortal blood, Nor old Glengyle's pretended line; Thy dame, the Lady of the Flood— Thy sire, the Monarch of the Mine." He mutter'd thrice St. Oran's rhyme, And sternly shook his coal-black hair. And, bending o'er his harp, he flung His wildest witch-notes on the wind; And loud, and high, and strange, they rung, As many a magic change they find. Tall wax'd the Spirit's altering form, Till to the roof her stature grew; Then, mingling with the rising storm, With one wild yell away she flew. Rain beats, hail rattles, whirlwinds tear: The slender hut in fragments flew; 1 See Appendix, Note D. "Lewis's collection produced also what Scott justly calls his first serious attempts in verse;' and of these the earliest appears to have been the Glenfinlas. Here the scene is laid in the most favorite district of his favorite Perthshire Highlands; and the Gaelic tradition on which it was founded was far more likely to draw out the secret strength of his genius, as well as to arrest the feelings of his countrymen, than any subject with which the stores of German diablerie could have supplied But not a lock of Moy's loose hair Wild mingling with the howling gale, Loud bursts of ghastly laughter rise; High o'er the minstrel's head they sail, And die amid the northern skies. The voice of thunder shook the wood, As ceased the more than mortal yell; And, spattering foul, a shower of blood Upon the hissing firebrands fell. Next dropp'd from high a mangled arm; The fingers strain'd a half-drawn blade: And last, the life-blood streaming warm, Torn from the trunk, a gasping head. Oft o'er that head, in battling field, Woe to Moneira's sullen rills! Woe to Glenfinlas' dreary glen! There never son of Albin's hills Shall draw the hunter's shaft agen! E'en the tired pilgrim's burning feet At noon shall shun that sheltering den, Lest, journeying in their rage, he meet The wayward Ladies of the Glen. And we-behind the Chieftain's shield, No more shall we in safety dwell; None leads the people to the fieldAnd we the loud lament must swell. O hone a rie'! O hone a rie'! The pride of Albin's line is o'er! And fall'n Glenartney's stateliest tree; We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more! him. It has been alleged, however, that the poet makes a German use of his Scottish materials; that the legend, as briefly told in the simple prose of his preface, is more effecting than the lofty and sonorous stanzas themselves; that the vague terror of the original dream loses, instead of gaining, by the expanded elaboration of the detail There may be sorae thing in these objections: but no man can pretend to be at impartial critic of the piece which first awoke his own childish ear to the power of poetry and the melody of verse. '—Lije of Scott, vol. ii. p. 25. APPENDIX. NOTE A. How blazed Lord Ronald's beltane-tree.-P. 589. THE fires lighted by the Highlanders, on the first of May, in compliance with a custom derived from the Pagan times, are termed The Beltane-tree. It is a festival celebrated with various superstitious rites, both in the north of Scotland and in Wales. NOTE B. The seer's prophetic spirit found.-P. 590. I can only describe the second sight, by adopting Dr. Johnson's definition, who calls it "An impression, either by the mind upon the eye, or by the eye upon the mind, by which things distant and future are perceived and seen as if they were present." To which I would only add, that the spectral appearances, thus presented, usually presage misfortune; that the faculty is painful to those who suppose they possess it; and that they usually acquire it while themselves under the pressure of melancholy. NOTE C. Will good St. Oran's rule prevail ?—P. 591. St. Oran was a friend and follower of St. Columba, and was buried at Icolmkill. His pretensions to be a saint were rather dubious. According to the legend, he consented to be buried alive, in order to propitiate certain demons of the soil, who obstructed the attempts of Columba to build a chapel. Columba caused the body of his friend to be dug up, after three days had elapsed; when Oran, to the horror and scandal of the assistants, declared, that there was neither a God, a judgment, nor a future state! He had no time to make further discoveries, for Columba cansed the earth once more to be shovelled over him with the utmost despatch. The chapel, however, and the cemetery, was called Relig Ouran; and, in memory of his rigid celibacy, no female was permitted to pay her devotions, or be buried in that place. This is the rule alluded to in the poem. 75 NOTE D. And thrice St. Fillan's powerful prayer.-P. 592. St. Fillan has given his name to many chapels, holy fountains, &c., in Scotland. He was, according to Camerarius, an Abbot of Pittenweem, in Fife; from which situation he retired, and died a hermit in the wilds of Glenurchy, A. D. 649. While engaged in transcribing the Scriptures, his left hand was observed to send forth such a splendor, as to afford light to that with which he wrote; a miracle which saved many candles to the convent, as St. Fillan used to spend whole nights in that exercise. The 9th of January was dedicated to this saint, who gave his name to Kilfillan, in Renfrew, and St Phillans, or Forgend, in Fife. Lesley, lib. 7, tells us, that Robert the Bruce was possessed of Fillan's miraculous and luminous arm, which he enclosed in a silver shrine, and had it carried at the head of his army. Previous to the Battle of Bannockburn, the king's chaplain, a man of little faith, abstracted the relic, and deposited it in a place of security, lest it should fall into the hands of the English. But, lo! while Robert was addressing his prayers to the empty casket, it was observed to open and shut suddenly; and, on inspection, the saint was found to have himself deposited his arm in the shrine as an assurance of victory. Such is the tale of Lesley. But though Bruce little needed that the arm of St. Fillan should assist his own, he dedicated to him, in gratitude, a priory at Killin, upon Loch Tay. In the Scots Magazine for July, 1802, there is a copy of a very curious crown grant, dated 11th July, 1487, by which James III. confirms, to Malice Doire, an inhabitant of Strathfillan, in Perthshire, the peaceable exercise and enjoyment of a relic of St. Fillan, being apparently the head of a pastoral staff called the Quegrich, which he and his predecessors are said to have possessed since the days of Robert Bruce. As the Quegrich was used to cure diseases, this document is probably the most ancient patent ever granted for a quack medicine. The ingenious correspondent, by whom it is furnished, farther observes, that additional particulars, concerning St. Fillan, are to be found in BELLENDEN'S Boece, Book 4, folio ccxiii., and in PENNANT'S Tour in Scotland, 1772, pp. 11, 15. See a note on the lines in the first canto of Marmion. "Thence to St. Fillan's blessed well, NOTE A.-P. 574. From the Chartulary of the Trinity House of Soltra. OMNIBUS has literas visuris vel audituris Thomas de Ercildoun filius et heres Thoma Rymour de Ercildoun salutem in Domino. Noveritis me per fustem et baculum in pleno judicio resignasse ac per presentes quietem clamasse pro me et heredibus meis Magistro domus Sanctæ Trinitatis de Soltre et fratribus ejusdem domus totam terram meam cum omnibus pertinentibus suis quam in tenemento de Ercildoun hereditarie tenui renunciando de toto pro me et heredibus meis omni jure et clameo quæ ego seu antecessores mei in eadem terra alioque tempore de perpetuo habuimus sive de futuro habere possumus. In cujus rei testimonio presentibus his sigillum meum apposui data apud Ercildoun die Martis proximo post festum Sanctorum Apostolorum Symonis et Jude Anno Domini Millesimo cc. Nonagesimo Nono. NOTE B.-P. 576. The reader is here presented, from an old, and unfortunately an imperfect MS, with the undoubted original of Thomas the Rhymer's intrigue with the Queen of Faery. It will afford great amusement to those who would study the nature of traditional poetry, and the changes effected by oral tradition, to compare this ancient romance with the foregoing ballad. The same incidents are narrated, even the expression is often the same; yet the poems are as different in appearance, as if the older tale had been regularly and systematically modernized by a poet of the present day. Incipit Prophesia Thome de Erseldoun. In a lande as I was lent, In the gryking of the day, Ay alone as I went, In Huntle bankys me for to play; I saw the throstyl, and the jay, Undir nethe a dern tre, I was war of a lady gay, my tong to wrabbe and wry Certenly all hyr aray, It beth neuyer discryuyd for me. Sycke on say neuer none; A while she blew, a while she sang, Sadyll and brydil war - -; With sylk and sendel about bedone, Hyr patyrel was of a pall fyne, And hyr croper of the arase, Her brydil was of gold fine, On euery syde forsothe hang bells thr Her brydil reynes He met her euyn at Eldyn Tre. And sayd, Lovely lady, thou rue on me, I ride after the wild fee, My ratches rinnen at my devys. And euer more I shall with ye dwell, Man on molde you will me marre, And yet bot you may haf your will, Trow you well, Thomas, you cheuyst ye warre What berde in bouyr may dele with thee, That maries me all this long day; Her heyre hang down about hyr hede, That he before had sene in that stede Tak thy leue, Thomas, at son and mone This twelmonth sall you with me gone Alas, he seyd, ful wo is me, I trow my dedes will werke me care, Whedir so euyr my body sal fare. The figge and als fy.bert tre; The throstylcock sang wald hafe no rest. To the joyes of paradyce. Sees thou, Thomas, yon thyrd way, That lygges onyr yone how? To the brynyng fyres of helle. Sees thou, Thomas, yone fayr castell, Of town and tower it beereth the belle, Whan thou comyst in yone castell gaye, I I pray thee curteis man to be; What so any man to you say, My lord is servyd at yche messe, I shall say syttyng on the dese, I toke thy speche beyone the le. Thomas stode as still as stone, And behelde that ladye gaye; Than was sche fayr, and ryche anone, And also ryal on hir palfreye. The grewhoundes had fylde thaim on the dere, The raches coupled, by my fay, She blewe her horne Thomas to chere, To the castell she went her way. And kokes standyng with dressyng knyfe, And rewell was thair wonder. Knyghtes dansyd by two and thre, Sat and sang of rych array. Thomas sawe much more in that place, Than I can descryve, Til on a day, alas, alas, My lovelye ladye sayd to me, Busk ye, Thomas, you must agayn, Here you may no longer be: Hy then zerne that you were at hame, I sal ye bryng to Eldyn Tre. The Eve of St. John. THE Baron of Smaylho'me rose with day, He went not with the bold Buccleuch, SMAYLHO'ME, or Smallholm Tower, the scene of the following ballad, is situated on the northern boundary of Roxburghshire, among a cluster of wild rocks, called Sandiknow1-Crags, the property of Hugh Scott, Esq., of Harden [now Lord Polwarth]. The tower is a high square building, surrounded by an outer wall, now ruinous. The circuit of the outer court, being defended on three sides, by a precipice and morass, is accessible only from the west, by a steep and rocky path. The apartments, as is usual in a Border keep, or fortress, are placed one above another, and communicate by a narrow stair; on the roof are two bar- Yet his plate-jack was braced, and his helmet tizans, or platforms, for defence or pleasure. The inner door of the tower is wood, the outer an iron gate; the distance between them being nine feet, the thickness, namely, of the wall. From the elevated situation of Smaylho'me Tower, it is seen many miles in every direction. Among the crags by which it is surrounded, one, more eminent, is called the Watchfold, and is said to have been the station of a beacon, in the times of war with England. Without the tower-court is a ruined chapel. Brotherstone is a heath, in the neighborhood of Smaylho'me Tower. This ballad was first printed in Mr. LEWIS's Tales of Wonder. It is here published, with some additional illustrations, particularly an account of the battle of Ancram Moor; which seemed proper in a work upon Border antiquities. The catastrophe of the tale is founded upon a well-known Irish tradition. This ancient fortress and its vicinity formed the scene of the Editor's infancy, and seemed to claim from him this attempt to celebrate them in a Border tale. "This place is rendered interesting to poetical readers, by its having been the residence, in early life, of Mr. Walter Scott, who has celebrated it in his Eve of St. John.' To it he probably alludes in the introduction to the third canto of Marmion. Then rise those crags, that mountain tower, 2 The following passage, in Dr. HENRY MORE'S Appendix to the Antidote against Atheism, relates to a similar phenomenon:-"I confess, that the bodies of devils may not be only warm, but sindgingly hot, as it was in him that took one of Melancthon's relations by the hand, and so scorched her, that 1 The farm-honse in the immediate vicinity of Smallholm. was laced, And his vaunt-brace of proof he wore; The Baron return'd in three days space, As he reach'd his rocky tower. He came not from where Ancram Moor* Where the Douglas true, and the bold Buccleuch, Yet was his helmet hack'd and hew'd, His acton pierced and tore, His axe and his dagger with blood imbrued,— He lighted at the Chapellage, she bare the mark of it to her dying day. But the examples of cold are more frequent; as in that famous story of Cuntius, when he touched the arm of a certain woman of Pentoch, as she lay in her bed, he felt as cold as ice; and so did the spirit' claw to Anne Styles."-Ed. 1662, p. 135. * See the Introduction to the third canto of Marmion... "It was a barren scene, and wild, Where naked cliffs were rudely piled; But ever and anon between Lay velvet tufts of softest green; And well the lonely infant knew Recesses where the wallflower grew,' "' &c.-LD. 4 The plate-jack is coat-armor; the vaunt-brace, or war brace, armor for the body; the sperthe, a battle-axe. See Appendix, Note A. |