139. Limbo. The word originally meant the borders of hell, but came to be applied to hell itself, purgatory, and other regions of the spirit world. There was also the Limbus Fatuorum, or Fools' Paradise, to which Milton refers in P. L. iii. 495: "Into a Limbo large and broad, since call'd The Paradise of Fools," etc. 142. Touch my charter. Interfere with my freedom, or license. 143. Leyden. "John Leyden, M.D., who had been of great service to Sir Walter Scott in the preparation of the Border Minstrelsy, sailed for India in April, 1803, and died at Java in August, 1811, before com pleting his 36th year "(Lockhart). Cf. Lord of the Isles, iv.: "Scenes sung by him who sings no more! His bright and brief career is o'er, lore." 144. My cause, etc. Has Leyden's cold remains!" The MS. has "With all his many-languaged 146. Alcides' wraith. The apparition of Hercules. 159. The Spirit's Blasted Tree. Scott says: “I am permitted to illustrate this passage by inserting' Ceubren yr Ellyll, or the Spirit's Blasted Tree,' a legendary tale, by Mr. George Warrington, who says of it: "The event on which this tale is founded is preserved by tradition in the family of the Vaughans of Hengwyrt; nor is it entirely lost, even among the common people, who still point out this oak to the passenger. The enmity between the two Welsh chieftains, Howel Sele, and Owen Glyndowr, was extreme, and marked by vile treachery in the one, and ferocious cruelty in the other.1 The story is somewhat changed and softened, as more favorable to the characters of the two chiefs, and as better answering the purpose of poetry, by admitting the passion of pity, and a greater degree of sentiment in the description. Some trace of Howel Sele's mansion was to be seen, some few years ago, and may perhaps be still visible, in the park of Nannau, now belonging to Sir Robert Vaughan, Baronet, in the wild and romantic tracts of Merionethshire. The abbey mentioned passes under two names, Vaner and Cymmer. The former is retained as more generally used.' THE SPIRIT'S BLASTED TREE. Ceubren yr Ellyll. Through Nannau's Chace as Howel passed, 1 The history of their feud may be found in Pennant's Tour in Wales. Starting, he bent an eager ear, How should the sounds return again? Then sudden anger flashed his eye, And deep revenge he vowed to take Unhappy chief! would nought avail, Thy warning from the hoary seer? Three ravens gave the note of death, As through mid air they winged their way; Then o'er his head in rapid flight, They croak, they scent their destined prey. Ill-omened bird! as legends say, Who hast the wondrous power to know, While health fills high the throbbing veins, The fated hour when blood must flow. Blinded by rage, alone he passed, Nor sought his ready vassals' aid; But what his fate day long unknown, For many an anxious year delayed. A peasant marked his angry eye, He saw him reach the lake's dark bourne, He saw him near a blasted oak, But never from that hour return. Three days passed o'er, no tidings came; - Yet knew not where to point their way. His vassals ranged the mountain's height, They ne'er must see their lord again. Yet fancy, in a thousand shapes, Bore to his home the chief once more: With wonder fraught the tale went round, Oft by the moon's pale shadowy light, Pale lights on Cader's rocks were seen, groan And to this day the peasant still And trembles at each rising sound. Ten annual suns had held their course, As oft she traced his manly form. Yet still to hope her heart would cling, To distant lands had steered his way. 'T was now November's cheerless hour, Which drenching rains and clouds deface Dreary the mountain track appeared, And dull and dank the valley's space. Loud o'er the wier the hoarse flood fell, And angry frowned the evening sky, "E'en from the day, when, chained by fate, "E'en from that day misfortune still, Pursued him with unwearied step, "Vanquished at length, the Glyndwr fled Where winds the Wye her devious flood; To find a casual shelter there, In some lone cot or desert wood. "Clothed in a shepherd's humble guise, "To penury extreme and grief The chieftain fell a lingering prey; "Dim waxed the eye that fiercely shone, And faint the tongue that proudly spoke, And weak that arm, still raised to me, Which oft had dealt the mortal stroke. "How could I then his mandate bear? With him I shunned the light of day. "Proscribed by Henry's hostile rage, My country lost, despoiled my land, Desperate, I fled my native soil, And fought on Syria's distant strand. "Oh! had thy long-lamented lord "Led, by the ardor of the chase, Far distant from his own domain, From where Garthmadan spreads her shades, The Glyndwr sought the opening plain. "With head aloft, and antlers wide, A red buck roused then crossed in view; Stung with the sight, and wild with rage, Swift from the wood fierce Howel flew. "With bitter taunt, and keen reproach, He, all impetuous, poured his rage; Reviled the chief as weak in arms, And bade him loud the battle wage. "Glyndwr for once restrained his sword, Made anger more intensely blaze. "They fought; and doubtful long the fray! "How could we hope for wished retreat, "I marked a broad and blasted oak, And all its shrivelled arms were bare. "Be this, I cried, his proper grave! - And dropped his bleeding corpse within." A shriek from all the damsels burst, With stupid stare, and vacant gaze, Full on his face her eyes were cast, Like wild-fire o'er a mossy heath, The rumor through the hamlet ran; He led them near the Blasted Oak, Back they recoiled!- the right hand still, Which erst in many a battle gleamed, And proudly decked their slaughtered lord. They bore the corse to Vener's shrine, Nine white-robed monks the last dirge sang, 160. The Highlander, etc. "The Daoine shi', or Men of Peace, of the Scottish Highlanders, rather resemble the Scandinavian Duergar than the English Fairies. Notwithstanding their name, they are, if not absolutely malevolent, at least peevish, discontented, and apt to do mischief on slight provocation. The belief of their existence is deeply |