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Here, piled in common slaughter, sleep
Though from thy blackened portals torn, Those whom affection long shall weep;
Their fall thy blighted fruil-trees mourn, Here rests the sire, that ne'er shall strain
Has not such havoc bought a name His orphans to his heart again;
Immortal in the rolls of fame! The son, whom, on his native shore,
Yes-Agincourt may be forgot, The parent's voice shall bless no more;
And Cressy be an unknown spot, The bridegroom, who has hardly pressed
And Blenheim's name be new
But still in story and in song,
Shall live the towers of Hougoumont,
And field of Waterloo.
Stern tide of human Time! that know'st not rest, Stream when the stricken drum she hears;
| But, sweeping from the cradle to the tomb, Or seest how manlier grief, suppressed,
Bear'st ever downward on thy dusky breast ls labouring in a father's breast, -
Successive generations to their doom; With no inquiry vain pursue
While thy capacious stream has equal room The cause, but think on Waterloo !
For the gaybark where pleasure's streamers sport, XXI.
And for the prison-ship of guilt and gloom, Period of honour as of woes,
The fisher-skiff, and barge that bears a court, What bright careers 'twas thine to close!
Still wafting onward all to one dark silent port. Marked ou thy roll of blood what names To Britaiu's memory, and to Fame's,
Stern tide of time! through what mysterious change Laid there their last immortal claims!
Of hope and fear have our frail barks been driven? Thou saw'st in seas of gore expire
For ne'er, before, vicissitude so strange Redoubted Picton's soul of fire-
Was to one race of Adam's offspring given. Saw'st in the mingled carnage lie
And sure such varied change of sea and heaven, All that of Ponsonby could die
Such unexpected bursts of joy and wo, De Lancy change Love's bridal wreath
Such fearful strife as that where we have striven, For laurels from the hand of death
Succeeding ages ne'er again shall know, Saw'st gallant Miller's failing eye
Until the awful term when thou shalt cease to flow. Still bent where Albion's banners fly,
Well hast thou stood, my country!-the brave fight And Cameron, in the shock of steel,
Hast well maintain'd through good report and ill; Die like the offspring of Lochiel;
In thy just cause and in thy native might, And generous Gordon, 'mid the strife,
And in heaven's grace and justice constant still. Fall while he watched his leader's life.
Whether the banded prowess, strength, and skill Ah! though her guardian angel's shield
Of half the world against thee, stood array'd, Fenced Britain's hero through the field,
Or when, with better views and freer will, Fate not the less her power made known
Beside thee Europe's noblest drew the blade, Through his friends' hearts to pierce his own!
Each emulous in arms the ocean queen to aid. XXII. Forgive, brave dead, th’imperfect lay; Well thou art now repaid-though slowly rose, Who may your names, your number, say,
And struggled long with mists thy blaze of fame, What high-strung harp, what lofty line, While like the dawn that in the orient glows To each the dear-earned praise assign,
On the broad wave its earlier lustre came; From high-born chiefs of martial fame
Then eastern Egypt saw the growing flame, To the poor soldier's lowlier name?
And Maida's myrtles gleam'd beneath its ray, Lightly ye rose that dawning day,
Where first the soldier, stung with gen'rous shame, From your cold couch of swamp and clay, Rivall’d the heroes of the watery way, To fill, before the sun was low,
And wash'd in foemen's gore unjust reproach away. The bed that morning cannot know. Oft may the tear the green sod steep,
Now, Island empress, wave thy crest on high, And sacred be the heroes' sleep,
And bid the banner of thy patron flow,
Gallant saint George, the tower of chivalry! Till time shall cease to run; And ne'er beside their noble grave
For thou hast faced, like him, a dragon foe, May Briton pass, and fail to crave
And rescued innocence from overthrow, A blessing on the fallen brave,
And trampled down, like him, tyrannic might, Who fought with Wellington!
And to the gazing world may st proudly show
The chosen emblem of thy sainted knight, XXIII.
Who quell'd devouring pride, and vindicated right. Farewell, sad field! whose blighted face Wears desolation's withering trace;
Yet 'mid the confidence of just renown, Long shall my memory retain
Renown dear-bought, but dearest thus acquired Thy shattered huts and trampled grain, Write, Britain, write the moral lesson down; With every mark of martial wrong,
Tis not alone the heart with valour fired, Chat scathe thy towers, fair Hongoumont! The discipline so dreaded and admired, Yet though thy gardens green arcade
In many a field of bloody conquest known; The marksman's fatal post was made,
-Such may by fame be lured--by gold be hired Though on thy shattered beeches fell
'Tis constancy in the good cause alone, The blended rage of shot and shell,
Best justifies the meed thy valiant sons have won.
nearer the scene of action than the spot already 1. The peasant, at his labour blith,
mentioned, which the rising banks on each side Plies the hook'd staff and shortened sithe.-P. 382. rendered secure from all such balls as did not come The reaper in Flanders carries in his left hand in a straight line. He witnessed the earlier part a stick with an iron hook, with which he collects of the battle from places yet more remote, parti. as much grain as he can cut at one sweep with a cularly from an observatory which had been placed short sithe, which he holds in his right hand. They there by the king of the Netherlands, some weeks carry on this double process with great spirit and before, for the purpose of surveying the country.* dexterity.
It is not meant to infer from these particulars that 2. Pale Brussels! then what thoughts were thine.-P.383. Napoleon showed on that memorable occasion, the
It was affirmed by the prisoners of war, that Bo- least deficiency in personal courage; on the connaparte had promised his army, in case of victory, trary, he evinced the greatest composure and pretwenty-four hours' plunder of the city of Brussels. sence of mind during the whole action. But it is 3. “Confront the battery's jaws of flame!
no less true that report has erred in ascribing to Rush on the leveli'd gun."-P. 383.
him any desperate efforts of valour for recovery of The characteristic obstinacy of Napoleon was the battle; and it is remarkable, that during the never more fully displayed than in what we may whole carnage, none of his suite were either killed be permitted to hope will prove the last of his or wounded, whereas scarcely one of the duke of fields. He would listen to no advice, and allow Wellington's personal attendants escaped unburt. of no obstacles. An eye-witness bas given the fol
5. “ England shall tell the fight.-P. 383.” lowing account of his demeanour towards the end
In riding up to a regiment which was hard pressof the action:“ It was near seven o'clock; Bonaparte, who, 1.
h ed, the duke called to the men, “Soldiers, re till then, had remained upon the ridge of the hill
i must never be beat, -what will they say in Eng
land?” It is needless to say how this appeal vas whence he could best behold what passed, con
answered. templated, with a stern countenance, the scene of this horrible slaughter. The more that obstacles
6. As plies the smith his clanging trade,
Against the cuirass rang the blade.-P. 383. seemed to multiply, the more his obstinacy seemed to increase. He became indignant at these unfor
A private soldier of the 95th regiment compared seen difficulties; and, far from fearing to push to }
the sound which took place immediately upon the extremities an army whose confidence in him was
8 British cavalry mingling with those of the enemy,
to “ a thousand tinkers at work mending pots and boundless, he ceased not to pour down fresh troops, and to give orders to march forward-to charge
7. Or will thy chosen brook to feel with the bayonet-to carry by storm. He was re
The British shock of levell'd steel.-P. 383. peatedly informed, from different points, that the day went against him, and that the troops seemed
No persuasion or authority could prerail upon to be disordered; to which he only replied, - En
the French troops to stand the shock of the baro
net. The imperial guards, in particular, hardly avant! en avant!!
stood stilltill the British were within thirty yards of « One general sent to inform the emperor that: he was in a position which he could not maintain, 1;
them, although the French author, already quoted, because it was commanded by a battery, and re-1:
has put into their mouths the magnanimous seutiquested to know, at the same time, in what way he
ment, “ The guards never yield-they die.” The should protect his division from the murderous
same author has covered the plateau, or eminence fire of the English artillery. Let him storm the
of St. Jean, wbich formed the British position, battery,' replied Bonaparte, and turned his back |
with redoubts and entrenchments which never had on the aid-de-camp who brought the message."-
" an existence. As the narrative, which is in many Relation de la bataille du Mont Saint-Jean, par
respects curious, was written by an eye-witness,
"he was probably deceived by the appearance of a un Témoin Oculaire. Paris, 1815, 8vo. p. 51.
road and ditch which runs along part of the hill. 4. The fate their leader shunn'd to share.-P. 383.
It may be also mentioned, in criticising this work, It has been reported that Bonaparte charged at that the writer states the châtcau of Hougoumont the head of his guards at the last period of this to have been carried by the French, although it dreadful conflict. This, however, is not accurate was resolutely and successfully defended during He came down, indeed, to a hollow part of the the whole action. The enemy, indeed, possessed high-road leading to Charleroi, within less than a themselves of the wood by which it is surrounded, quarter of a mile of the farm of La Haye Sainte, and at length set fire to ihe house itself; but the one of the points most fiercely disputed. Here he British (a detachment of the guards, under the harangued the guards, and informed them that his command of colonel Macdonnell, and atterwards preceding operations had destroyed the British in- of colonel Home,) made good the garden, and thas fantry and cavalry, and that they had only to sup-preserved, by their desperate resistance, tlie post port the fire of the artillery, which they were to which covered the return of the duke of Welling attack with the bayonet. This exhortation was re- too's right fank. ceived with shouts of Vive l'Empereur, which were – heard over all our line, and led to an idea that.
The mistakes concerning this observatory have been
mutual. The English supposed it was erected for the Napoleon was charging in person. But the guards of
of Bonaparte; and a French writer affrms it was D were led on by Ney; nor did Bonaparte approach I structed by the duke of Wellington,
A DRAMATIC SKETCH FROM SCOTTISH HISTORY.
Knights, squires, and steeds, shall enter on the stage.
Essay on Criticism.
TO JOANNA BAILLIE,
AT WHOSE INSTANCE THE TASK WAS UNDERTAKEN,
TRESE SCENES ARE INSCRIBED, AS A SLIGHT TESTIMONY OF THE AUTHOR'S HIGH RESPZCT FOR HET
TALENTS, AS WELL AS OF HIS SINCERE AND FAITHFUL FRIENDSHIP.
| archers at the commencement, totally to disperse THOUGH the public seldom takes much interest | them, and stop the deadly effusion. But Douglas in such communications, (nor is there any reason now used no such precaution; and the consequence why they should,) the author takes the liberty of was, that his people, drawn up on the face of the stating, that these scenes were commenced with hill, presented one general mark to the enemy, the purp of contributing to a miscellany pro
iscellany pro- none of whose arrows descended in vain. The jected by a much esteemed friend. But instead of Scots fell without fight, and unrevenged, till a being confined to a scene or two as intended, the spirited knight, Swinton, exclained aloud, 0 work gradually swelled to the size of an independ- my brave countrymen! what fascination has seized ent publication. It is designed to illustrate mili- you to-day, that you stand like deer to be shot, tary antiquities, and the manners of chivalry. The instead of indulging your ancient courage, and drama (if it can be termed one) is in no particular meeting your enemies hand to hand? Let those eitber designed or calculated for the stage; so that who will, descend with me, that we may gain in case any attempt shall be made to produce it in victory, or life, or fall like men.' This being heard action (as has happened in similar cases,) the au- by Adam Gordon, between whom and Swinton thor takes the present opportunity to intimate, there existed an ancient deadly feud, attended that it shall be solely at the peril of those who with the mutual slaughter of many followers, he make such an experiment.
instantly fell on his knees before Swinton, begged The subject is to be found in Scottish history; bis pardon, and desired to be dubbed a knight by but not to overload so slight a publication with him whom he must now regard as the wisest and antiquarian research, or quotations from obscure the boldest of that order in Britain. The ceremony chronicles, may be sufficiently illustrated by the performed, Swinton and Gordon descended the following passage from Pinkerton's History of hill, accompanied only by one hundred men; and Scotland, vol. i, p. 71.
a desperate valour led the whole body to death. “ The governor (anno 1402) dispatched a con- Had a similar spirit been shown by the Scottish siderable force under Murdac, his eldest son; the army, it is probable that the event of the day would earls of Angus and Moray also joined Douglas, have been different. Douglas, who was certainly who entered England with an army of ten thousand deficient in the most important qualities of a gemen, carrying terror and devastation to the walls neral, seeing his army begin to disperse, at length of Newcastle.
attempted to descend the bill; but the English - Henry IV was now engaged in the Welch war archers, retiring a little, sent a flight of arrows so against Owen Glendour; but the earl of Northum- sharp and strong, that no armour could with stand, berland, and his son, the Hotspur Percy, with the and the Scottish leader himself, whose panoply earl of March, collected a numerous array, and was of remarkable temper, fell under five wounds, awaited the return of the Scots, impeded with though not mortal. T'he English men-of-arms, spoil, near Milfield, in the north part of North-knights, or squires, did not strike one błow, but umberland. Douglas had reached Wooler on his remained spectators of the rout, which was now return; und, perceiving the enemy, seized a strong complete. Great numbers of Scots were slain, and post between the two armies, called Homildon- near five hundred perished in the river Tweed hill. In this method he rivalled his predecessor upon their fight. Among the illustrious wounded at the battle of Otterburn, but not with like suc-were Douglas, whose chief wound deprived him cess. The English advanced to the assault, and of an eye; Murdac, son of Albany; the earls of Henry Percy was about to lead them up the hill, Moray and Angus; and about four gentlemen of when March caught his bridle, and advised him eminent rank and power. The chief slain, were, to advance no farther, but to pour the dreadful Swinton, Gordon, Livingston of Calender, Ramsay shower of English arrows into the enemy. This of Dalhousie, Walter Sinclair, Roger Gordon, advice was followed with the usual fortune; for in Walter Scott, and others. Such was the issue of all ages the bow was the English weapon of vic-the unfortunate battle of Homildon.” tory, and though the Scots, and perhaps ihe French, It may be proper to observe, that the scene of were superior in the use of the spear, yet this wea- action has, in the following pages, been transferred pon was useless after the distant bow had decided from Homildon to Halidon Hill. For this there the combat. Robert the Great, sensible of this at was an obvious reason, for who would again venthe battle of Bannockburn, ordered a prepared ture to introduce upon the scene the celebrated dotachment of cavalry to rush among the English Hotspur, who commanded the English at the for
mer battle? There are, however, several coinci occupied by the rear guard of the Scottish army. dences which may reconcile even the severer an Bodies of armed men appear as advancing from tiquary to the substitution of Halidon Hill for different points to join the main body. Homildon. A Scottish army was defeated by the Enter De Viport and the PRIOR of Maison-Dixo. English on both occasions, and under nearly the
Vip. No farther, father-here l need to guidsame circumstances of address on the part of the
ancevictors, and mismanagement on that of the van- | I have already brought your peaceful step quished, for the English long-bow decided ther:
Too near the verge of battle. day in both cases. In both cases, also, a Gordon
Pri. Fain would I see you join some baron's was left on the field of battle; and at Halidon, as
banner, at Homildon, the Scots were commanded by an | Before I say farewell. The honour'd sword ill-fated representative of the great house of Dou-Tbal fought so well in Syria should not wave olee He of Homildon was surnamed Tine-man, Amid the ignoble crowd. 1. e. Loseman, from his repeated defeats and mis- Vip. Each spot is noble in a pitched field, carriages, and with all the personal valour of his so that a man has room to fight and fall on't: race, seems to have enjoyed so small a portion of But I shall find out friends. 'Tis scaree twelve their sagacity, as to be unable to learn military
years experience from reiterated calamity. I am far, since I left Scotland for the wars of Palestine. however, from intimating, that the trails of im
And then the flower of all the Scottish nobles becility and envy, attributed to the regent in the
Were known to me; and I, in my degree, following sketch, are to be historically ascribed
Not all unknown to them. either to the elder Douglas of Halidon Hill, or to
Pri. Alas! there have been changes since that him called Tine-man, who seems to have enjoyed
time; the respect of his country men, notwithstanding The royal Bruce, with Randolph, Douglas, Grathat, like the celebrated Anne de Montmorency,
hame, he was either defeated, or wounded, or made pri- Then shook'in field the banners which now moulsoner in every battle which he fought. The regent der of the sketch is a character purely imaginary: JOver their graves i' the chancel. The tradition of the Swinton family, which still] T;
And thence comes it, survives in a lineal descent, and to which the au- That while I look'd on many a well-known erest thor has the honour to be related, avers, that the Aod blazon'd shield, as bitherward we came, Swinton wlio fell at Homildon, in the manner dar
The faces of the barons who display'd them rated in the preceding extract, had slain Gordon's Were all unknown to me. Brave youths they father; which seems sufficient ground for adopting
seem'd; that circumstance into the following Dramatic Yet, surely fitter to adorn the tilt-vard, Sketch, though it is rendered improbable by other Than to be leaders of a war. Their followers, authorities.
Young like themselves, seem like themselves unIf any reader will take the trouble of looking at
king at practised-Froissart, Fordun, or other historians of the pe-, Look at their battle rank. riod, he will find, that the character of the lord of| Pri. I cannot gaze on't with andazzled ere, Swinton, for strength, courage, and conduct, is by So thick the rays dart back from shield and helmet, no means exaggerated.
And sword and battle-axe, and spear and penson.
Sure 'tis a gallant show! the Bruce himself
Hath often conquered at the head of fewer
And worse appointed followers. THE REGENT OF SCOTLAND.
Vip. Ay, but 'twas Bruce that led them. ReverGORDON,
end father, SWINTON,
'Tis not the falchion's weight decides a combat; LENNOX,
It is the strong and skilful hand that wields it. SUTRERLAND, S Scottish chiefs and nobles.
Ill fate, that we should lack the noble king, Ross,
And all his champions now! lime call'd them not, MAXWELL,
For when I parted henee for Palestine, JOHNSTONE,
The brows of most were free from grizzled hair. LINDESAY.
Pri. Too true, alas! But well you know, ia ADAM DE VIPONT, a Knight Templar.
Scotland, THE PRIOR OF Maison-Dieu.
Few hairs are silver'd underneath the helmet; REYNALD, Swinton's Squire.
'Tis cowls like mine which hide them. 'Moogst Hob HATTELY, a Border Moss-Trooper. Heralds.
War's the rash reaper, who thrusts in his sickle ENGLISH.
Before the grain is wbite. In three seore years King EDWARD III.
and ten, which I have seen, I have vatlived CHANDOS,
Well nigh two generations of our nobles. PERCY,
English and Norman Nobles. The race which holds yon summit is the third RIBAUMONT. )
Vip. Thou may'st outlive them also. THE ABBOT OF WALTHAMSTOW.
My prayer shall be, that hearen will close my eyes, HALIDON HILL.
Before they look upon the wrath to come.
Vip. Retire, retire, good father!-Pray for SeotACT I.
Think not on me. Here comes an ancient friend, The northern side of the eminence of Halidon. The Brother in arms, with whom to-day I'll join me. back scene represenis the summit of the uscent, I Back to your choir, assemble all your brotherbood
And weary heaven with prayers for victory. in twelve years' space!--And thy brave sons, sir
Pri. Heaven's blessing rest with thee,
[Exit Prior. Vipont draws a little aside, Swin. All slain, de Vipont. In my empty home
and lets down the beaver of his helmet. A puny babe lisps to a widow'd mother, Enter Swinton, followed by Reynals and others, “Where is my grandsire? wherefore do you weep?" to whom he speaks as he enters.
But for that prattler, Lyulph's house is heirless. Swin. Halt here, and plant my pennon, till the l’m an old oak, from which the foresters regent
Have hew'd four goodly boughs, and left beside me Assign our band its station in the host.
Only a sapling, which the fawn may crush
Axe There is his place of honour, and there only Richard the Ready--and my youngest darling, His valour can win worship. Thou’rt of those, My Fair-baired William-o but now survive Who would have war's deep art bear the wild In measures which the gray-hair'd minstrels sing, semblance
When they make maidens weep. Of some disorder'd hunting, where, pell-mell, Vip. These wars with England, they have rooted Each trusting to the swiftness of his horse,
out Gallants press on to see the quarry fall.
The flowers of christendom. Knights, who might Yon steel-clad Southrons, Reynald, are no deer; win And England's Edward is no 'stag at bay.
The sepulchre of Christ from the rude heathen, Vip. (advancing.) There needed not, lo blazen Fall in unholy warfare! forth the Swinton,
Swin. Unholy warfare? ay, well hast thou named His ancient burgonet, the sable boar
it: Chain'd to the gnarled oak,-nor his proud step, But not with England-would her cloth-yard shafts Nor giant stature, nor the ponderous mace, Had bored their cuirasses! Their lives had been Which only he of Scotland's realm can wield: Lost like their grandsires', in the bold defence His discipline and wisdom mark the leailer, Of their dear country-but in private feud As doth his frame the champion. Hail, brave With the proud Gordon, fell my Long-spear'd John, Swinton!
He with the Axe, and he men call'd the Ready, Swin. Brave templar, thanks! Such your crossd Ay, and my Fair-hair'd Will—the Gordon's wrath shoulder speaks you;
Devour'd my gallant issue. But the closed visor, which conceals your features, Vip. Since thou dost weep, their death is unaForbids more knowledge. Umfraville, perhaps
venged? Vip. (unclosing his helmet.) No; one less worthy Swin. Templar, what think'st thou me? See of our sucred order.
yonder rock, Yet, unless Syrian suns have scorch'd my features From which the fountain gushes-is it less Swart as my sable visor, Alan Swinton
Compact of adamant, though waters flow from it? Will welcome Symon Vipont.
Firm hearts have moister eyes. They are avenged; Swin. (embracing him.) As the blith reaper I wept not till they were—till the proud Gordon Welcomes a practised mate, when the ripe harvest Had with his life-blood dyed my father's sword, Lies deev before him, and the sun is high. In guerdon that he thinn'd my father's lineage, Thou'll follow yon old pennon, wilt thou not? And then I wept my sons; and, as the Gordon 'Tis latter'd since thou saw'st it, and the boarheads | Lay at my feet, there was a tear for him, Look as if brought from off some christmas board, Which mingled with the rest.-We had been Where knives had notch'd them deeply.
friends, Vip. Have with them ne'ertheless. The Stuart's Had shared the banquet and the chase together, chequer,
Frught side by side, and our first cause of strife, The bloody heart of Douglas, Ross's lymphads, Wo to the pride of both, was but a light one. Sutherland's wild-cats, nor the royal lion,
Vip. You are at feud, then, with the mighty Rampant in golden tressure, wins me from them. Gordon? We'll back the boar-heads bravely. I see round Swin. At deadly feud. Here in this border-land them
Where the sire's quarrels descend upon the son, A chosen band of lances-some well known to me. As due a part of his inheritance, Where's the main body of thy followers!
As ibe strong castle, and the ancient blazon, Swin. Symon de Vipont, thou dost see them all Where private vengeance holds the scales of justice, That Swinton's bugle-horn can call to battle, Weighing each drop of blood as scrupulously However loud it rings. There's not a boy
As Jews or Lombards balance silver pence, Left in my halls, whose arm has strength enough Not in this I
h enough Not in this land. wis balance silver pence,
land, 'twixt Solway and saint Abb's. To bear a sword--there's not a man behind, Rages a bitterer feud than mine and their's, However old, who moves without a staff,
The Swinton and the Gordon. Striplings and gray beards, every one is here, Vip. You, with some threescore lances and the And here all should be-Scotland needs them all: Gordon And more and better men, were each a Hercules, Learling a thousand followers. And yonder handful centuplied.
| Swin. You rate him far too low. Since you Vip. A thousand followers—such, with friends sought Palestine, and kinsmen,
He hath had grants of baronies and lordships Allies and vassals, thou wert wont to lead In the far-distant north. A thousand horse A thousand followers shrunk to sixty lances His southern friends and wassals always number'ch