That burned and blighted where it fell! Then breath and sinew failed apace, The monarch, breathless and amazed, Nor tower nor donjon could he spy, XI "Full fifteen years, and more, were sped, The Saxons to subjection brought;" burning liquor was presented to that monarch is said still to be pre. served in the Royal Museum at Copenhagen. "We now gained a view of the Vale of St. John's, a very narrow dell, hemmed in by mountains, through which a small brook makes many meanderings, washing little enclosures of grass-ground, which stretch up the rising of the hills. In the widest part of the dale you are struck with the appearance of an ancient ruined castle, which seems to stand upon the summit of a little mount, the mountains around forming an amphitheatre. This massive bulwark shows a front of various towers, and makes an awful, rude, and Gothic appearance, with its lofty turrets and ragged battlements: we traced the galleries, the bending arches, the buttresses. The greatest antiquity stands characterized in its architecture; the inhabitants near it assert it is an antediluvian structure. "The traveller's curiosity is roused, and he prepares to make a ncarer approach, when that curiosity is put upon the rack by his being assured, that, if he advances, certain genii who govern the place, by virtue of their supernatural arts and necromancy, will strip it of all its beauties, and, by enchantment, transform the magic walls. The vale seems adapted for the habitation of such beings; its gloomy recesses and retirements look like haunts of evil spirits. There was no delusion in the report; we were soon convinced of its truth; for this piece of antiquity, so venerable and noble in its aspect, as we drew near changed its figure, and proved no other than a shaken massive pile of rocks, which stand in the midst of this little vale, disunited from the adjoining mountains, and have so much the real form and resemblance of a castle, that they bear the name of the Castle Rocks of St. John." -Hutchinson's Excursion to the Lakes, p. 121. Arthur is said to have defeated the Saxons in twelve pitched battles, and to have achieved the other feats alluded to in the text. Rython, the mighty giant, slain And Roman Lucius, owned his might; Each knight, who sought adventurous fame, XII "For this the king, with pomp and pride, And summoned prince and peer, To come from far and near. At such high tide, were glee and game And not a knight of Arthur's host, Before him must appear. Ah, Minstrels! when the Table Round Five hundred years are passed and gone, XIII "The heralds named the appointed spot, Or Carlisle fair and free. At Penrith, now, the feast was set, There Galaad sate with manly grace, • Deceiver. And love-lorn Tristrem there; P The characters named in the following stanza are all of them more or less distinguished in the romances which treat of King Arthur and And Dinadam with lively glance, Why should I tell of numbers more? The gentle Gawain's courteous lore, Looked stolen-wise on the Queen. XIV "When wine and mirth did most abound, A Maiden, on a palfrey white, But 'twas a face more frank and wild, his Round Table, and their names are strung together according to the established custom of minstrels upon such occasions: for example, in the ballad of the Marriage of Sir Gawaine: "Sir Lancelot, Sir Stephen bolde, They rode with them that daye, "Soe did Sir Banier, and Sir Bore, Sir Tristram too, that gentle knight, Upon this delicate subject hear Richard Robinson, citizen of London, in his Assertion of King Arthur:-" But as it is a thing sufficiently apparant that she (Guenever, wife of King Arthur) was beautiful, so it is a thing doubted whether she was chaste, yea or no. Truly, so far as I can with honestie, I would spare the impayred honour and fame of noble women. But yet the truth of the historie pluckes me by the care, and willeth not onely, but commandeth me to declare what the ancients have deemed of her. To wrestle or contend with so greate authoritie were indeede unto me a controversie, and that greate."-Assertion of King Arthure. Imprinted by John Wolfe, London, 1582. |