And before seven years have an end, Now seven long years are gone and past, Said "Beichan has broken his vow to thee." She sailed east, she sailed west, Till to fair England's shore came she; "What news, what news, thou bonnie shepherd? "Such news I hear ladye," he said— There is a wedding in yonder hall, She's putten her hand in her pocket, Gi'en him the gold and white monie ; "Here take ye that my bonnie boy, For the good news thou tell'st to me." When she came to Lord Beichan's gate, And ready was the proud warder When she came to Lord Beichan's castle, 1 She pack'd up all her gay cloathing, And swore Lord Bateman she would go see." Ibid. 2 In Jamieson's copy, we are told that the wedding "Has lasted thirty days and three." But this does not agree with the porter's saying in a subsequent verse, "This is the day of his weddin." 1 have therefore inserted the passage in brackets to make the story more consistent. "Who's there, who's there, cried the proud porter, "O is this lord Beichan's castle, Or is that noble lord within?" "Yea he is in the hall among them all, "And has he wed anither love- "I wish I was in my own countrie." And she has ta'en her gay gold ring, That with her love she brake so free; "Gie him that ye proud porter, And bid the bridegroom speak to me. Away, and away went the proud porter, I've been porter at your gates Its thirty long years now and three, For on every finger she has a ring. 1 Pine-Saxon, grief. "Well I wote that in this world gret pine is." Chaucer. The Knighte's Tale, line 1326. "who coude suppose The wo that in min herte was and the pine? Chaucer. Wif of Bathe, line €369. And as much gay gold above her brow Its out then spak the bride's mother- "O hold your tongue ye silly frow, She asks one sheave of my lord's white bread, And to remember the ladye's love, Lord Beichan then in a passion flew, "O well a day" did Beichan say, "That I so soon have married thee For it can be none but dear Saphia, That's cross'd the deep for love of me.” 2 And quickly hied he down the stair, Of fifteen steps he made but three; "O have ye taken another bride, And have ye quite orgotten me? And have ye quite forgotten one That gave you life and liberty." 1 Northumberlea-this is for the sake of the rhyme. In the ballad as originally written I think it probable that all the verses terminated in such syllables as lea, ie, ee, &c. &c. This verse was a particular favourite with the late Allan Cunningham, who would often quote it to his friends; he has introduced it in his beautiful prose tale of "Gowden Gibbie." 2 “I will give all my father's riches, That if Sophia has cross'd the sea." C. Eng. B. S. Lord Bateman. She looked o'er her left shoulder, To hide the tears stood in her ee; "Now fare-thee-well young Beichan," she says, "O never, never my Saphia, For surely this can never be; Nor ever shall I wed but her That's done and dreed so much for me." Then out and spake the forenoon bride, 66 'My Lord your love it changeth soon; This morning I was made your bride, And another's chose, ere it be noon." "O sorrow not, thou forenoon bride, A double dower I'll send with thee." And up and spake the young bride's mother, "I own I made a bride of your daughter, She came to me with her horse and saddle, He's ta'en Saphia by the white hand, And aye as he kist her rosy lips, "Ye're welcome dear one to your own." 1 By "fountain stane" is meant one of those natural rocky basins, which the early British christians consecrated as baptisteries, and dedicated to the Virgin, or some of the saints. Converts from heathenism were not allowed to enter the churches, unless the rite of baptism by immersion had been previously submitted to at these sacred wells. The Ladye wells" mentioned in the first volume of the Table Book, were of the same description. Her name he's changed from Saphia, And he's called his bonnie love Lady Jane. Lord Beichan prepared another marriage, HE village of Woodhorn stands near the seashore, on the coast of Northumberland. The vicarage of this parish, half a century ago, was the residence of the Rev. Mr. LATTON and his family. My mother was then a young girl, the daughter of respectable parents; but the youngest of a numerous family, and not above holding the situation of child's-maid in a clergyman's house. On being married, she lived to preside long as a help-meet to her pious husband, at the head of their own numerous household,-was placed over many servants,—and after having set an example to handmaids, she became also a model for mistresses. Having tended some of the vicar's children in their infancy, and been the companion of their elder sisters; and being kindly regarded by them and their parents in return, she felt ever after much interested in their history, and retained a fond recollection of the spot which had been the scene of many an innocent gambol in the season of juvenile hilarity. I also have felt an interest in their history, for that mother's sake; and have visited Woodhorn upon no other errand than to see the parsonage house, where she was once an inmate, and peep into the window of the church where Mr. Latton used to preach, and try to identify the pew in which his family sat, well knowing that my mother had been |