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Next David on the scaffold yields his breath, And EDWARD's laurels wither in their death.
His Queen the politic usurper sends
Caernarvon with a royal birth to grace ; And compliments his new made Cambrian friends
With a Welch sovereign of English race.*
Next, Scotia, thou wert doom'd to know
Baliol and Bruce from civil feud,
Appeal to England to award,
To reign as Caledonia’s Lord;
* Edward the Second, born at Caernarvon Castle. The Welch had promised, it is said, to be satisfied with a native prince, who could not speak a word of English, and this ruse of Edward's perfectly succeeded.--Vide The Chapter of Welch Princes at the end of this reign. VOL. I.
And, EDWARD being then at war with France,*
And Scotia too had bow'd her down
* Edward was delighted when Baliol, by refusing to go and pay homage, gave him pretence to subdue Scotland. “ [la," said he, “ Le fol felon tal folie fait! S'il ne voulut venir à nous, nous “ viendrons a lui.”_" Is he then so great a fool! Well, if he will “ not come to me, I must e'en go to him."
FORDUN. + The wife of Bruce, while at the English court, had the following odd attendant allowed her: “ a footboy, sober, and not “ riotous, to make her bed.”
RYMER'S FÆDERA. She had also three men and three women servants, three greyhounds, plenty of fish and game, and the fairest house in the manor.
J. P. ANDREWS. | At the battle of Dunbar, where Baliol was taken prisoner, and Edward became possessed of the national regalia, together with the fatal stone, on which was engraven,
Ni fallat fatum, Scoti quocunque locatum,
But WALLACE, far-famed WALLACE, rose,
“Scots wha hae wi Wallace bled,"
Till what his talents gain’d their envy lost;
Comen next leads the plaided warriors on,
In this reign WICKLIFFE lived, and Roger
* He called the God of MERCY (a most ill-applied attribute) to witness that he would utterly exterminate the Scotch revolters, which oath was rendered more solemn (according to the strange romantic turn of the age) by the presence of two milk white swans with trappings of gold, which were brought into Westminster-abbey on this occasion, and had their part in the sacred rites of the day.
The second, or historians are mistaken,
From nitre found the way to make gunpowder; But Bacon was of fellow men a lover, Nor would the death-fraught recipe discover : Some manuscripts, he left behind, reveard What his humanity had kept conceal'd.
That poetry in progress was but slow, These lines of " Adam Davie,” serve to show, (Adam was Marshall styled of Stratford Bow).
"" To our Lord Jhesu Christe in heaven, “ I, to-day, shew mine swyven ;* “ That ich motte, † in one nycht, " Of a knyghte of myche mycht, “ His name is y hole, Syr Edward the Kyng, “ Prince of Wales, Engelonde, the fair thynge. “ Me motte that he was arnied well, • Both with yrne and with stele; " And on his helm that was of stele, " A coroune of gold becomen him wele; “ Before the shryne of St. Edward he stood, " Myd glad cheere, and mylde of mood.”