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Lest the readershould partake of the Earl's astonishment, and consider the crime as inconsistent with the manners of the period, I have to remind him of the numerous forgeries (partly executed by a female assistant) devised by Robert of Artois, to forward his suit against the Countess Matilda; which, being detected, occasioned his flight into England, and proved the remote cause of Edward the Third's memorable wars in France. John Harding also was expressly hired by Edward VI to o; such documents as might appear to establish the claim of fealty asserted over Scotland by the English monarchs.

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On the evening previous to the memorable battle of Flodden, Surrey's head-quarters were at Barmoor Wood, and King James held an inaccessible position on the ridg hill, one of the last and lowest eminences detached from the ridge of Cheviot. The Till, a deep and slow river, winded between the armies. On the morning of September 9, 1513, Surrey marched in a north-westerly direction, and crossed the Till, with his yan and artillery, atTwisel-bridge, nighwhere that river joins the Tweed, his rear-guard column passing about a mile higher, by aford. This movement had the double effect of placing his army between

ge of Flodden

the Knight Marshal of the army. sions were separated from each other; but, ,

King James and his supplies from Scotland, and of striking the Scottish monarch with surprise, as he seems to have relied on the depth of the river in his front. . But as the passage, both over the bridge and through the ford, was difficult and slow, it seems possible that the English might havébeen attacked to great advantage while struggling with these natural obstacles. . I know notif we are to impute James's forbearance to want of military skill, or to the romantic declaration which Pitscottie puts in his mouth, ‘that he, was determined to have his enemies before

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battalion was drawn very near to his own.

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and he himself escaped with difficulty to his

brother's division. The Admiral, hówever, stood firm; and Dacre advancing to his sup: port with the reserve of cavalry, probably be: tween the interval of the divisions commanded by the brothers Howard, appears to have kept the victors in effectual check. Home's men, chiefly Borderers, began to pillage the bag. É. of both armies; and their leader is

randed by the Scottish historians with negli#. or treachery., . On the other hand,

untley, on whom they bestow many enco. miums, is said by the English historians to have left, the fiéld after the first charge. Meanwhile the Admiral, whose flank these chiefs ought to have attacked, availed himself of their inactivity, and pushed forward against another large division of the Scottish army in his front, headed by the Earls of Crawford and Montrose, both of whom were slain, and their forces routed. On the left, the success of the English was yet more decisive; for the Scottish rightwing, consisting of undisciplined Highlanders, commanded by Lennox and Argyle, was unable to sustain the charge of §. Stanley, and especially the severe

execution of the Lancashire archers. The *

King, and Surrey, who commanded the respective centres of their armies, were meanwhile engaged in close and dubious conflict. James, surrounded by the flower of his kingdom, and impatient of the galling discharge of arrows, supported also by his reserve under Bothwell, charged with such fury, that the standard of Surrey was in danger. At that critical moment, Stanley, who had routed the left wing of the Scottish, pursued his career of yictory, and arrived on the right flank, and in the rear of James's division, which, throwing itself into a circle, disputed the battle till night came on. Surrey then drew back his forces; for the Scottish centre not having been broken, and their left wing being vić. torious, he yet doubted the event of the field.

_^The Scottish army, however, felt their loss,

and abandoned the field of battle in disorder, before dawn. They lost, perhaps, from eight to ten thousand men ; but that included the very prime of their nobility, gentry, and even clergy. Scarce a family of eminence but has an ancestor killed at Flödden; and there is no province in Scotland, even at this day, where the battle is mentioned without a sensation of terror and sorrow. The English lost also a great number of men, perhaps within one-third of the vanquished, but they were of inferior note.-See the only distinct detail of the Field of Flodden in PINKERTON's History, Book xi; all former accounts being full of blunders and inconsistency.

The spot from which Clara views the battle must be supposed to have been on a hillockcommanding the rear of the English right wing, which was defeated, and in which on. flict Marmion is supposed to have failen.


—Brian Tunstall, stainless Knight. - —P. 164.

Sir Brian Tunstall, called in the romantic language of the time, Tunstall the Undefiled, was one of the few Englishmen of rank slain at Flodden. He figures in the ancient English poem, to which I may safely refer my foil; ; as an edition, with full explanatory notes, has been published by my friend, Mr. Henry Weber. Tunstall, perhaps, derived his epithet of undeftled from i. white armour and banner, the latter bearing a white cock, about to crow, as well as, from his unstained loyalty and knightly faith. His place of residence was Thurland Castle.


Reckless of life, he desperate fought,
And yel/om Flodden plain 3

And well in death his frusty brand,

Firm clench'd within his manly hand, Beseem'd the monarch slaim.–P. 168.

There can be no doubt that King James fell in the battle of Flodden. He was killed, says the curious French Gazette, within a lancé's length of the Earl of Surrey; and the same account adds, that none of his division were made prisoners, though many were killed; a circumstance that testifies the desperation of their resistance. The Scottish historians record many of the idle reports which passed among the vulgar of their day. Home was accused, by the popular voice, not only of failing to support the King, but even of having carried him out of the field, and murdered him. And this tale was revived in my remembrance, by an unauthenticated story of a skeleton, wrapped in a bull's hide, and surrounded with an iron chain, said to have been found in the well of Home Castle; for which, on inquiry, I could never find any better authority than the sexton of the parish having said, that, if f/he well were cleaned out, he would not be surprised at such a discovery. Home was the chamberlain of the King, and his prime favourite ; he had much to lose (in fact did lose all) in consequence of James's death, and nothing earthly to gain by that event: but the retreat, or inactivity of the left wing which he commanded, after defeating Sir Edmund Howard, and even the circumstance of his returning unhurt, and loaded with spoil, from so fatalà conflict, rendered the propagation of any calumny against him easy and accept

able. mantic turn to the King's fate, and averred that James, weary of greatness after the carnage among his nobles, had gone on a ilgrimage, tomeritabsolutionforthe death of § father, and the breach of his oath of amity to Henry. In particular, it was objected to the English, that they could never show the token of the iron belt, which, however, he was likely enough to have laid aside on the day of battle, as encumbering hispersonal exertions. The produce a better evidence, the monarch's sword and dagger, which are still preserved in the Heralds' College in London. ... Stowe has recorded a degrading story of the disgrace with which the remains of the unfortunate monarch were treated in his time. An unhewn column marks the spot where Jamesfell, still called the King's Stone.

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This storm of Lichfield cathedral, which had been garrisoned on the part of the King took place in the Great Civil War. Lor Brook, who, with Sir John Gill, commanded the assailants, was shot with a musketball through the vizor of his helmet. The royalists remarked that he was killed by a shot fired from St. Chad's cathedral, and upon St.Chad's Day, and received his death wound in the very eye with which, he had said, he hoped to see the ruin of all the cathedrals in England. The magnificent church in question suffered cruelly upon this, and other occasions; the É. spire being ruined by the fire of the besiegers,

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The time of Action includes Six Days, and the

At each according pause was heard aloud Thine ardent symphony sublime and high Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bow’d ; For still the burden of thyminstrelsy Was Knighthood's dauntless deed, and Beauty's matchless eye,

O wake once more how rude soe'er the hand That ventures o'er thy magic maze to stray; O wake once more though scarce my skill command Some feeble echoing of thine earlier lay: Though harsh and faint, and soon to die away, , And all unworthy of thy nobler strain, Yet if one heart throb higher at its sway, The wizard note has not been touch'd in vain. Then silent be no more 1 Enchantress, wake again



THE stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's

rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade; But, when the sun his beacon red Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head, The deep-mouth'd bloodhound's heavy

bay Resounded up the rocky way, And faint, from farther distance borne, Were heard the clanging hoof and


- II.

As Chief, who hears his warder call,
“To arms the foemen storm the wall,'
The antler'd monarch of the waste
Sprung from his heathery couch in
haste. -
But, ere his fleet career he took,
The dew-drops from his flanks he
Like crested leader proud and high,
Toss'd his beam'd frontlet to the sky;
A moment gazed adown the dale,
A moment snuff'd the tainted gale,
A moment listen’d to the cry,
That thicken'd as the chase drew nigh;
Then, as the headmost foes appear'd,
With one brave bound the copse he
And, stretching forward free and far,
Sought the wild heaths of Uam-Var.


Yell'd on the view the opening pack;
Rock, glen, and cavern, paid them
To many a mingled sound at once
The awaken'd mountain gave re-
A hundred dogs bay’d deep and strong,
Clatter'd a hundred steeds along,
Their peal the merry horns rung out,
A hundred voices join'd the shout ;

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