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enormous fire-places so peculiar to the olden time, some fourteen feet in width, by eight in depth, and large enough to roast several oxen at once. The parliament hall is a fine room, with a gallery for the ladies at one side. But perhaps the most interesting room in the palace, from its historical associations, is the one in which Mary Queen of Scots was born. Her father, who then lay on his death-bed at Falkland, on being told of her birth, replied, “ Is it so ?”' reflecting on the alliance that had placed the Stuart family on the throne ; " then God's will be done ; it came with a lass and it will go with a lass.” With those words he turned his face to the wall, and died of a broken heart. The room which was occupied as a sleeping apartment by the third, fourth, and fifth of the Jameses, has an opening through the tiles of the floor into a small square cell, about large enough to hold one person. In this narrow place James V. lay concealed during a rebellion of his nobles. The tile being replaced after his entrance, an old woman sat upon it spinning, to prevent suspicion. The walls are enormously thick, and contain secret passages and receptacles almost innumerable.
A large portcullis once guarded the entrance,
but it is now out of order. During the wars of Robert the Bruce, when the palace was occupied by the English, a stern Scotch farmer in the neighborhood, named Binnock, determined to secure it for his own sovereign, King Robert. He was in the habit of supplying the garrison with hay. He put a number of stout yeomen on his cart, concealed among the hay, fully armed, and drove. under the portcullis, which had been raised for his admission. When the hay was directly under the gate, he cut the traces of the horse. The cart and its load frustrated all attempts at getting the portcullis closed. The men among the hay rushed in upon the garrison ; others, who lay in ambush near by, joined them, and in a few minutes the Scottish colors floated from the ramparts.
The gate was built by James V. Over the arch are four panels, containing the arms of Charles V. of Germany, Francis I. of France, Henry VIII. of England, and the royal arms of Scotland ; thus forming a memorial of the political state of Europe at the period of its erection. Pope Julius II., to confirm the king in the Catho. lic faith, sent him a consecrated cap and a sword of state. These presents not being suitable for
architectural ornaments, the king put in their place a statue of the pope over the entrance inside the palace. Some time in the last century, a blacksmith, possessed of more zeal than knowledge, hearing the pope inveighed against in the parish church, determined to do all in his power to bring him down from his elevation. Procuring therefore a ladder and a hammer, he commenced the literal destruction of the pope. While engaged in this great work, he was challenged by an old man residing in the palace with, “ What's that ye hae done ?”' To which he replied, “ I hae done mair in half an hour than the minister's been able to do in twa years." Next time the minister uttered his usual exordium, “ Come, my friends, let's hae another wap at the pope," the blacksmith bawled out, 6. Ye need na fash your thoom ony mair about him, for I hae gien him a wap he'll ne'er get the better o”.”
Hawley's army lay in the palace on the night of the battle of Falkirk, and by them it was set on fire, either through carelessness or recklessness. Since that time it has been a roofless ruin.
From the palace I went to the church, which stands very near it. This edifice is regarded as
one of the finest and most entire specimens of Gothic architecture in Scotland. It is said to have been founded originally by David I., and dedicated to the archangel Michael. It was in this church that King James saw the apparition, while he was at prayer, warning him against going to Flodden field.
‘My mother sent me from afar,
This ancient pile is of great magnitude ; one-half of it has been partitioned off for a parish church, and even that forms a very large one.
It was here that the christian statesman, Regent Murray, to this day called the “Good Regent,” was assassinated, in 1570. The best of men have enemies, and so had Murray. Some Roman Catholic zealots were determined on his death, and seeing it would not be safe to attempt it by open force, determined on employing an assassin. A proper instrument for their purpose was soon found in the person of Hamilton, of Bothwellhaugh, a nephew of the Archbishop of St. Andrews, whose life Murray had spared after the battle of Langside. He followed him from place to place, till one day, as Murray was passing slowly through the town of Linlithgow, he took his stand at a window, carefully concealed, and shot him through the body with a musket ball. The murderer fled to Hamilton, where he was received with great applause by the base instigators of his crime. The wound proved mortal in a few hours. While the friends of the dying Regent were standing round him, some of them lamenting that he should have spared the life of his murderer, he replied that no. thing should ever make him regret having done a deed of mercy. Thus died, with the language of forgiveness on his lips, one of Scotland's noblest sons.