in his court who would have courted the occasion to make speeches out of Amadis of Gaul, or the Mirror of Knighthood. But when he sent blunt old Lindesay, he knew he would speak to a misguided woman, as her former misdoings and her present state render necessary. I sought not this employment-it has been thrust upon me; and I will not cumber myself with more form in the discharge of it, than needs must be tacked to such an occupation. >> So saying, Lord Lindesay threw himself from horseback, and, wrapping his riding - cloak around him, lay down at lazy length upon the sward to await the arrival of the boat, which was now seen rowing from the castle toward the shore. Sir Robert Melville, who had also dismounted, walked at short turns to and fro upon the bank, his arms crossed on his breast, often looking to the castle, and displaying in his countenance a mixture of sorrow and of anxiety. The rest of the party sate like statues on horseback, without moving so much as the points of their lances, which they held upright in the air. As soon as the boat approached a rude quay or landing-place, near to which they had stationed themselves, Lord Lindesay started up from his recumbent posture, and asked the person who steered, why he had not brought a larger boat with him to transport his retinue. « So please you,» replied the boatman, « because it is the order of our lady, that we bring not to the castle more than four persons.» " Thy lady is a wise woman," said Lindesay, « to suspect me of treachery!—Or, had I intended it, what is to hinder us from throwing you and your comrades into the lake, and filling the boat with my own fellows?» The steersman, on hearing this, made a hasty signal to his men to back their oars, and hold off from the shore which they were approaching. 44 " Why, thou ass," said Lindesay, « thou didst not think that I meant thy fool's head serious harm? Hark thee, friend-with fewer than three servants I will go no whither-Sir Robert Melville will require at least the attendance of one domestic; and it will be at your peril and your lady's to refuse us admission, come hither as we are on matters of great national concern. » The steersman answered with firmness, but with great civility of expression, that his orders were positive to bring no more than four into the island, but he offered to row back to obtain a revisal of his orders. « Do so, my friend," said Sir Robert Melville, after he had in vain endeavoured to persuade his stubborn companion to consent to a temporary abatement of his train, « row back to the castle, sith it will be no better, and obtain thy lady's orders to transport the Lord Lindesay, myself, and our retinue thither. >> « And hearken,” said Lord Lindesay, « take with you this page who comes as an attendant on your lady's guest.-Dismount, sirrah,» said he, addressing Roland, « and embark with them. in that boat. >> « And what is to become of my horse?" said << I am answerable for him to my Græme; master." « I will relieve you of the charge," said Lindesay; « thou wilt have little enow to do with horses for ten years to come.» << If I thought so,» said Roland-but he was interrupted by Sir Robert Melville, who said to him good-humouredly, « Dispute it not, young friend-resistance can do no good, but may well run thee into danger. >> oars. Roland Græme felt the justice of what he said, and, though neither delighted with the matter nor manner of Lindesay's address, deemed it best to submit to necessity, and to embark without further remonstrance. The men plied their The quay, with the party of horse stationed near it, receded from the page's eyes-the castle and the islet seemed to draw near in the same proportion, and in a brief space he landed under the shadow of a huge old tree which overhung the landing-place. The steersman and Græme leaped ashore; the boatmen remained lying on their oars ready for further service. CHAPTER VI. Could valour aught avail or people's love, Elegy in a Royal Mausoleum.-Lewis. AT the gate of the court-yard of Lochleven appeared the stately form of the Lady of Lochleven, a female whose early charms had captivated James V., by whom she became mother of the celebrated Regent Murray. As she was of noble birth (being a daughter of the House of Mar) and of great beauty, her intercourse with James did not prevent her being afterwards sought in honourable marriage by many gallants of the time, among whom she had preferred Sir William Douglas of Lochleven. But well has it been said, -Our pleasant vices Are made the whips to scourge us The station which the Lady of Lochleven now held as the wife of a man of high rank and interest, and the mother of a lawful family, did not prevent her nourishing a painful sense of degradation, even while she was proud of the talents, the power, and the station of her son, now prime ruler of the state, but still a pledge of her illicit intercourse. Had James done to her (she said in her secret heart) the justice he owed her, she had seen in her son, as a source of unmixed delight and of unchastened pride, the lawful monarch of Scotland, and one of the ablest who ever swayed the sceptre. The House of Mar, not inferior in antiquity or grandeur to that of Drummond, would then have also boasted a Queen amongst its daughters, and escaped the stain attached to female frailty, even when it has a royal lover for its apology. While such feelings preyed on a bosom naturally proud and severe, they had a corresponding effect on her countenance, where, with the remains of great beauty, were mingled traits indicative of inward discontent and peevish melancholy. It perhaps contributed to increase this habitual temperament, that the Lady Lochleven had adopted uncommonly rigid and severe views of religion, imitating in her ideas of reformed faith the very worst errors of the Catholics, in limiting the benefit of the gospel to those who profess their own speculative tenets. In every respect, the unfortunate Queen Mary, now the compulsory guest, or rather prisoner of this sullen lady, was obnoxious to her hostess. Lady Lochleven disliked her as the daughter of Mary of Guise, the legal possessor VOL. II. 6 |