Across the furzy hills of Braid. XXIV. Blackford! on whose uncultured breast, While rose, on breezes thin, Now, from the summit to the plain, Save the rude cliffs and chiming brook. For from Hebudes, dark with rain, 1 MS.-"But, oh! far different change has been, See Appendix, Note 3 E. 4 Here ends the stanza in the MS. Seven culverins so called, cast by one Borthwick. From west to east, from north to south, And see the shifting lines advance, While frequent flash'd, from shield and lance, The sun's reflected ray. XXVII. Thin curling in the morning air, The wreaths of failing smoke declare To embers now the brands decay'd, Where the night-watch their fires had made. By sluggish oxen tugg'd to war; And there were Borthwick's Sisters Seven, XXVIII. Nor mark'd they less, where in the air Highest and midmost, was descried The staff, a pine-tree, strong and straight," Yet bent beneath the standard's weight Whene'er the western wind unroll'd, With toil, the huge and cumbrous fold, And gave to view the dazzling field, Where, in proud Scotland's royal shield, The ruddy lion ramp'd in gold.' Until within him burn'd his heart, And lightning from his eye did part, As on the battle-day; Such glance did falcon never dart, When stooping on his prey. "Ob! well, Lord-Lion, hast thou said, Thy King from warfare to dissuade Were but a vain essay: For, by Saint George, were that host mine, Should once to peace my soul incline, Till I had dimm'd their armor's shine In glorious battle-fray!" Answer'd the Bard, of milder mood: "Fair is the sight, and yet 'twere good, That kings would think withal, When peace and wealth their land has bless'd, 'Tis better to sit still at rest,' Than rise, perchance to fall." XXX. Still on the spot Lord Marmion stay'd, For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, The morning beams were shed, And all the steep slope down, Like emeralds chased in gold. MS.-"'Tis better sitting still at rest, And while these words they did exchange, The Poet appears to have struck his pen through the two lines in italies, on conceiving the magnificent picture which replaces them in the text. MS-" Dan-Edin's towers and town." As if to give his rapture vent, The spur he to his charger lent, And raised his bridle hand, And, making demi-volte in air, Cried, "Where's the coward that would not dare The Lindesay smiled his joy to see;3 XXXI. Thus while they look'd a flourish proud, Did up the mountain come; The whilst the bells, with distant chime, "Thus clamor still the war-notes when Or Chapel of Saint Rocque. To you they speak of martial fame; · But me remind of peaceful game, When blither was their cheer, Thrilling in Falkland-woods the air, In signal none his steed should spare, But strive which foremost might repair To the downfall of the decr. XXXII. "Nor less," he said," when looking forth, To think what woe mischance may bring, The burghers forth to watch and ward, But not for my presaging thought, Lord Marmion, I say nay: God is the guider of the field, He breaks the champion's spear and shiela,— When joins yon host in deadly stowre, Led on by such a King."- And there they made a stay.— Marmion. INTRODUCTION TO CANTO FIFTH.? TO GEORGE ELLIS, ESQ.3 Edinburgh. WHEN dark December glooms the day, A cold and profitless regard, 1 MS.-"Their monks dead masses sing." 2"These Introductory Epistles, though excellent in themselves, are in fact only interruptions to the fable, and accordingly, nine readers out of ten have perused them separately, either before, or after the poem. In short, the personal appearance of the Minstrel, who, though the Last, is the most charming of all minstrels, is by no means compensated by the idea of an author shorn of his picturesque beard, and writing letters to his intimate friends."-GEORGE ELLIS. This accomplished gentleman, the well-known coadjutor of Mr. Canning and Mr. Frere in the "Antijacobin," and editor of "Specimens of Ancient English Romances," &c., died The needful water from the spring; Not here need my desponding rhyme Lament the ravages of time, As erst by Newark's riven towers, Save at each tall embattled port: Not she, the Championess of old, In Spenser's magic tale enroll'd, She for the charmed spear renown'd 10th April, 1815, aged 70 years; being succeeded in his estates by his brother Charles Ellis, Esq., created, in 1827, Lord Sea ford.-ED. 4 See Introduction to canto ii. 5 See Appendix, Note 3 H. e Since writing this line, I find I have inadvertently borrow ed it almost verbatim, though with somewhat a different mean ing, from a chorus in "Caractacus ;" "Britain heard the descant bold, She flung her white arms o'er the sea, The freight of harmony." Which forced each knight to kiss the ground,— And down her shoulders graceful roll'd And passion, erst unknown, could gain She charm'd, at once, and tamed the heart, So thou, fair city! disarray'd Of battled wall, and rampart's aid, As stately seem'st, but lovelier far Than in that panoply of war. Nor deem that from thy fenceless throne Strength and security are flown; Still, as of yore, Queen of the North! Still canst thou send thy children forth. Ne'er readier at alarm-bell's call Thy burghers rose to man thy wall, Than now, in danger, shall be thine, Thy dauntless voluntary line; For fosse and turret proud to stand, Their breasts the bulwarks of the land. Thy thousands, train'd to martial toil, Full red would stain their native soil, Ere from thy mural crown there fell The slightest knosp, or pinnacle. And if it come,-as come it may, Dun-Edin! that eventful day,Renown'd for hospitable deed, That virtue much with heaven may plead, In patriarchal times whose care Descending angels deign'd to share; That claim may wrestle blessings down On those who fight for The Good Town, 1 See "The Fairy Queen," book iii. canto ix. "For every one her liked, and every one her loved." SPENSER, as above. 1800 Appendix, Note 3 I. In January, 1796, the exiled Count d'Artois, afterwards Charles X. of France, took up his residence in Holyrood, where But who shall teach my harp to gain Such notes as from the Breton tongue Nor less the dullest theme bid flit To win at once the head and heart, he remained until August, 1799. When again driven from his country by the Revolution of July, 1830, the same unfortunate Prince, with all the immediate members of his family, sought refuge once more in the ancient palace of the Stuarts, and remained there until 18th September, 1832. MS." Than gaze out on the foggy fen." At once to charm, instruct and mend, My guide, my pattern, and my friend! Such minstrel lesson to bestow Be long thy pleasing task,-but, O! No more by thy example teach, -What few can practise, all can preach,— With even patience to endure Lingering disease, and painful cure, And boast affliction's pangs subdued By mild and manly fortitude. Enough, the lesson has been given: Forbid the repetition, Heaven! Come listen, then! for thou hast known, And loved the Minstrel's varying tone, Who, like his Border sires of old, Waked a wild measure rude and bold, Till Windsor's oaks, and Ascot plain, With wonder heard the northern strain." Come listen! bold in thy applause, The Bard shall scorn pedantic laws; And, as the ancient art could stain Achievements on the storied pane, Irregularly traced and plann'd, But yet so glowing and so grand,— So shall he strive, in changeful hue, Field, feast, and combat to renew, And loves, and arms, and harpers' glee, And all the pomp of chivalry. Marmion. CANTO FIFTH. The Court. I. THE train has left the hills of Braid; The barrier guard have open made (So Lindesay bade) the palisade, That closed the tented ground; Their men the warders backward drew, And carried pikes as they rode through, Into its ample bound." Fast ran the Scottish warriors there, 1 "Come then, my friend, my genius, come along, Oh master of the poet and the song!" Pope to Bolingbroke. 2 At Sunning-hill, Mr. Ellis's seat, near Windsor, part of the first two cantos of Marmion were written. MS.-"The barrier guard the Lion knew, Advanced their pikes, and soon withdrew That closed the tented ground; Upon the Southern band to stare. II. Nor less did Marmion's skilful view Each warlike feat to show, For visor they wore none, Nor waving plume, nor crest of knight; But burnish'd were their corslets bright, Their brigantines, and gorgets light, Like very silver shone. Long pikes they had for standing fight, |