St Cuthbert, to Scotland, where they paraded him for several years. From Whithern, in Galloway, they sailed for Ireland, but were driven back by tempests. After a halt at Norham, he went to Melrose, where he remained for a short time, and then caused himself to be launched upon the Tweed in a stone coffin, which landed him at Tilmouth, in Northumberland. This boat is finely shaped, ten feet long, three feet and a half in diameter, and only four inches thick; so that with very little assistance, it might certainly have swam. From Tilmouth, Cuthbert wandered into Yorkshire; and made a long stay at Chester-le-street, to which the bishop's see was transferred. At length, the Danes continuing to infest the country, the monks removed to Rippon for a season; and it was in returning from thence to Chester-le-street, that, passing through a forest called Dunholme, the saint and his carriage became immoveable at a place called Wardlaw, or Wardilaw. Here the saint chose his place of residence; and all who have seen Durham must admit, that, if difficult in his choice, he evinced taste in at length fixing it. 57, xv.-Even Scotland's dauntless king, and heir, Before his standard fled, &c. Every one has heard, that when David I., with his son Henry, invaded Northumberland in 1138, the English host marched against them under the holy banner of St Cuthbert; to the efficacy of which was imputed the great victory obtained in the battle of Northallerton, or Cuton-moor. 58, xv.-Edged Alfred's falchion on the Dane, Cuthbert, we have seen, had no great reason to spare the Danes, when opportunity offered. Accordingly, I find, in Simeon of Durham, that the Saint appeared in a vision to Alfred, when lurking in the marshes of Glastonbury, and promised him assistance and victory over his heathen enemies; a consolation, which, as was reasonable, Alfred, after the victory of Ashendown, rewarded by a royal offering at the shrine of the Saint. As to William the Conqueror, the terror spread before his army, when he marched to punish the revolt of the Northumbrians in 1096, had forced the monks to fly once more to Holy Island with the body of the Saint. It was, however, replaced before William left the north. 58, xvi.-Saint Cuthbert sits, and toils to frame Although we do not learn that Cuthbert was, during his life, such an artificer as Dunstan, his brother in sanctity, yet, since his death, he has acquired the reputation of forging those Entrochi which are found among the rocks of Holy Island, and pass there by the name of St Cuthbert's beads. 58, xvii.-Old Colwulf. Ceolwulf, or Colwulf, King of Northumberland, flourished in the Eighth century. He was a man of some learning; for the venerable Bede dedicates to him his "Ecclesiastical History.' He abdicated the throne about 738, and retired to Holy Island, where he died in the odour of sanctity. 60, xix.-Tynemouth's haughty prioress. That there was an ancient priory at Tynemouth is certain, for its ruins are situated on a high rocky point. It was anciently a nunnery; for Virca, abbess of Tynemouth, presented St Cuthbert (yet alive) with a rare winding-sheet, in emulation of a holy lady called Tuda, who had sent him a coffin: But, as in the case of Whitby, and Holy Island, the introduction of nuns at Tynemouth in the reign of Henry VIII. is an anachronism. The nunnery of Holy Island is fictitious. 64, xxv.-On those the wall was to enclose It is well known, that the religious, who broke their vows of chastity, were subjected to the same penalty as the Roman vestals in a similar case. A small niche, sufficient to enclose their bodies, was made in the massive wall of the convent; a slender pittance of food and water was deposited in it, and the awful words, VADE IN PACE, were the signal for immuring the criminal. It is not likely that, in latter times, this punishment was often resorted to; but, among the ruins of the Abbey of Coldingham were, some years ago, discovered the remains of a female skeleton, which, from the shape of the niche, and position of the figure, seemed to be that of an immured nun. INTRODUCTION TO CANTO III. ΤΟ WILLIAM ERSKINE, Esq. Ashestiel, Ettrick Forest. L IKE April morning clouds, that pass, Life's chequer'd scene of joy and sorrow; And pleased, we listen as the breeze Heaves its wild sigh through Autumn trees: Then, wild as cloud, or stream, or gale, Flow on, flow unconfined, my Tale! Need I to thee, dear Erskine, tell, In sounds now lowly, and now strong, Oft, when 'mid such capricious chime, Go, and to tame thy wandering course, Instructive of the feebler bard, Still from the grave their voice is heard: From them, and from the paths they show'd, Choose honour'd guide and practised road: Nor ramble on through brake and maze, With harpers rude, of barbarous days. "Or deem'st thou not our later time Yields topic meet for classic rhyme ? Hast thou no elegiac verse For Brunswick's venerable hearse? Thou couldst not live to see her beam And snatched the spear, but left the shield! And when revolves, in time's sure change, Her champion, ere he strike, shall come "Or, of the Red-Cross hero teach, |