And linger'd till he join'd the maid.- Her mystic arts in view of day; But well she thought, ere midnight came, And send it back to Michael's grave.— 'Twixt Margaret and 'twixt Cranstoun's lord; While he and Musgrave bandied blows.— * Needs not these lovers' joys to tell : One day, fair maids, you'll know them well. XXVIII. William of Deloraine, some chance Hence, to the field, unarm'd, he`ran, 1 The spectral apparition of a living person. He greeted him right heartilie Though rude, and scant of courtesy ; When on dead Musgrave he look'd down; Grief darken'd on his rugged brow, Though half disguised with a frown; And thus, while sorrow bent his head, His foeman's epitaph he made. XXIX. "Now, Richard Musgrave, liest thou here! I ween, my deadly enemy; For, if I slew thy brother dear, Thou slew'st a sister's son to me; Of Naworth Castle, long months three, I ne'er shall find a nobler foe. In all the northern counties here, 1 "The lands, that over Ouse to Berwick forth do bear, Have for their blazon had, the snaffle, spur, and spear." Poly-Albion, Song 13. 2 The pursuit of Border marauders was followed by the injured party and his friends with bloodhounds and buglehorn, and was called the hot-trod. He was entitled, if his dog could trace the scent, to follow the invaders into the opposite kingdom; a privilege which often occasioned bloodshed. In addition to what has been said of the bloodhound, I may add, that the breed was kept up by the Buccleuch family on their Border estates till within the 18th century. A person was alive in the memory of man, who remembered a bloodhound being kept at Eldinhope, in Ettrick Forest, for whose maintenance the tenant had an allowance of meal. At that time the sheep were always watched at night. Upon one occasion, when the duty had fallen on the narrator, then a lad, he became exhausted with fatigue, and fell asleep upon a bank near sunrising. Suddenly he was awakened by the tread of horses, and saw five men, well mounted and armed, ride briskly over the edge of the hill. They stopped and looked at the flock; but the day was too far broken to admit the chance of their carrying any of them off. One of them, in spite, leaped from his horse, and coming to the shepherd, seized him by the belt he wore round his waist; and setting his foot upon his body, pulled it till it broke, and carried it away with him. They rode off at the gallop; and the shepherd giving the alarm, the bloodhound was turned loose and the people in the neighbourhood alarmed. The maraud I'd give the lands of Deloraine, Dark Musgrave were alive again."—1 XXX. So mourn'd he, till Lord Dacre's band Was heard the Minstrel's plaintive wail; ers, however, escaped, notwithstanding a sharp pursuit. This circumstance serves to show how very long the license of the Borderers continued in some degree to manifest itself. 1 ["The style of the old romancers has been very successfully imitated in the whole of this scene; and the speech of Deloraine, who, roused from his bed of sickness, rushes into the lists, and apostrophizes his fallen enemy, brought to our recollection, as well from the peculiar turn of expression in its commencement as in the tone of sentiments which it conveys, some of the funebres orationes of the Mort Arthur." -Critical Review.] THE harp's wild notes, though hush'd the song, The mimic march of death prolong; Now seems it far, and now a-near, Now meets, and now eludes the ear; After due pause, they bade him tell, The Aged Harper, howsoe'er Less liked he still, that scornful jeer |