Where Aill, from mountains freed, XXIX At the first plunge the horse sunk low, Scarce half the charger's neck was seen; Stemmed a midnight torrent's force. Was daggled by the dashing spray; Yet, through good heart, and our Ladye's grace, XXX Now Bowden Moor the marchman won, And sternly shook his plumèd head, As glanced his eye o'er Halidon;h For on his soul the slaughter red When first the Scott and Carr were foes; XXXI In bitter mood he spurrèd fast, Old Melros' rose, and fair Tweed ran: name. Tradition carries their antiquity to a point extremely remote ; and is in some degree sanctioned by the discovery of two stone coffins; one containing an earthen pot filled with ashes and arms, bearing a legible date, A.D. 727; the other dated 936, and filled with the bones of a man of gigantic size. Or barbed, applied to a horse accoutred with defensive armour. h Halidon Hill, on which the battle of Melrose was fought July 19, 1333. Halidon was an ancient seat of the Kerrs of Cessford, now demolished. i The ancient and beautiful monastery of Melrose was founded by King David I. in 1136. Its ruins afford the finest specimen of Gothic architecture, and Gothic sculpture, of which Scotland can boast. This superb convent was dedicated to St. Mary, and the monks were of the Cistercian order. Like some tall rock, with lichens grey, In solemn wise did rise and fail, Like that wild harp, whose magic tone Is wakened by the winds alone. But when Melrose he reached, 'twas silence all; He meetly stabled his steed in stall, And sought the convent's lonely wall. HERE paused the harp; and with its swell The Duchess, and her daughters fair, Each after each, in due degree, Gave praises to his melody; His hand was true, his voice was clear, And much they longed the rest to hear. After meet rest, again began. CANTO SECOND. I IF thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins grey. When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, This town is beautifully situated at the junction of the Teviot with a stream called the Slitrigg. The midnight service of the Roman Catholic Church. When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die; m And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, II Short halt did Deloraine make there; "Who knocks so loud, and knocks so late?"- For Branksome's chiefs had in battle stood, And lands and livings, many a rood, Had gifted the shrine for their souls' repose." III Bold Deloraine his errand said; The porter bent his humble head; He entered the cell of the ancient priest, To hail the Monk of St. Mary's aisle. 66 IV The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by me; And that to-night I shall watch with thee, From sackcloth couch the Monk arose, in The buttresses are, according to the Gothic style, richly carved and fretted, containing niches for the statues of saints, and labelled with scrolls, bearing appropriate texts of Scripture. David I. of Scotland purchased the reputation of sanctity> founding and liberally endowing Melrose and other monasteries. The Buccleuch family were great benefactors to the abbey of Melrose. P Visor of the helmet. C V And strangely on the Knight looked he, And his blue eyes gleamed wild and wide;"And, darest thou, warrior! seek to see What heaven and hell alike would hide? My breast, in belt of iron pent, With shirt of hair and scourge of thorn; My knees those flinty stones have worn; For knowing what should ne'er be known. In ceaseless prayer and penance drie, VI "Penance, father, will I none; For mass or prayer can I rarely tarry, When I ride on a Border foray: Other prayer can I none; So speed me my errand, and let me be gone." VII Again on the Knight looked the Churchman old, And again he sighed heavily; For he had himself been a warrior bold, And fought in Spain and Italy. And he thought on the days that were long since by, When his limbs were strong, and his courage was Now, slow and faint, he led the way, [high: Where, cloistered round, the garden lay; The pillared arches were over their head, And beneath their feet were the bones of the dead." VIII Spreading herbs, and flowrets bright, Nor herb, nor flowret, glistened there, But was carved in the cloister-arches as fair. The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon, Then into the night he looked forth; And red and bright the streamers light The youth in glittering squadrons start; And hurl the unexpected dart. Suffer. The cloisters were frequently used as places of sepultura. The Spaniards were very great adepts in the mode of fighting by burling darts. He knew, by the streamers that shot so bright, IX By a steel-clenched postern door, On pillars, lofty, and light, and small; The corbels were carved grotesque and grim; Χ Full many a scutcheon and banner, riven, And there the dying lamps did burn, O gallant Chief of Otterburne," And thine, dark Knight of Liddesdale !▾ O fading honours of the dead! O high ambition, lowly laid! ΧΙ The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, The projections from which the arches spring, usually cut in a fantastic face, or mask. "The famous and desperate battle of Otterburne was fought 15th August, 1388, betwixt Henry Percy, called Hotspur, and James earl of Douglas. Both these renowned champions were at the head of a chosen body of troops, and were rivals in military fame. The issue of the conflict is well known: Percy was made prisoner, and the Scots won the day, dearly purchased by the death of their gallant general, the earl of Douglas, who was slain in the action. He was buried at Melrose, beneath the high altar. ▾ William Douglas, called the knight of Liddesdale, flourished during the reign of David II., and was so distinguished for his valour, that he was called the Flower of Chivalry. Nevertheless, he tarnished his renown by the cruel murder of Sir Alexander Ramsay of Dalhousie, originally his friend and brother in arms. The king had conferred upon Ramsay the sheriffdom of Teviotdale, to which Douglas pretended some claim. In revenge of this preference, the knight of Liddesdale came down upon Ramsay, while he was administering justice at Hawick, seized, and carried him off to his remote and inaccessible castle of Hermitage, where he threw his unfortunate prisoner into a dungeon, and left him to perish of hunger. So weak was the royal authority, that David, though highly incensed at this atrocious murder, found himself obliged to appoint the knight of Liddesdale successor to his victim as sheriff of Teviotdale. He was soon after slain, while hunting in Ettricke Forest, by his own godson and chieftain, William earl of Douglas. It is impossible to conceive a more beautiful specimen of the |