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wonted journey." I thanked this north-, borderer, as he received and returned ern cavalier for his charitable civility, the friendly grasp of Walter Selby; he and observed, with a smile, “ I had had a long brow serene and high, an the protection of a young person who eye of sedate resolution, and something would feel pleased in sharing the re- of an ironic wit lurking amid the wrinsponsibility of such a task.” “ And, kles which age and thought had engrafair lady,” continued he, “ if Walter ven on his face. I never saw so comSelby be thy protector, my labour will plete a transformation; and could hardly be the less." "My cousin, who during credit, that the bold, martial-looking, this conversation had rude silent at iny and courteous cavalier at my side had side, seemed to awaken from a reverie, but an hour or two before sung rustic and glancing his eye on the cavalier, songs, and chaffered with the peasants and extending his hand, said, “ Sir, of Cumberland, about the price of in a strange dress, uttering strange ends of ribbon and two-penny toy's words, and busied in a pursuit sordid and trinkets. He seemed to understand and vulgar

, I knew you not, and repelled my thoughts, and thus resolved the ridyour frank courtesy with rude words. dle in a whisper ;—“Fair lady, these I hear you now in no disguised voice, be not days when a knight of loyal and see you with the sword of honour mind may ride with sound of born, and at your side instead of a pedlar's staff: banner displayed, summoning soldiers accept, therefore, my hand, and be as- to fight for the good cause; of a suresured that a Selby—as hot and as proud ty, his journey would be brief. In the as the lordliest of bis ancestors, feels disguise of a calling, low, it is true, honoured in thus touching in friendship but honourable of its kind, I have the hand of a gallant gentleman.” 1 obtained more useful intelligence, and felt much pleased with this adventure, enlisted more good soldiers than some and looked on the person of the stalwart who ride aneath an earl's pennon.


Our party, during this nocturnal It was still the cold and misty twilight march, had been insensibly augmented; of the morning, when I happened to and when the gray day came, I could observe an old man close beside me, count about three hundred horsemen-mounted on a horse seemingly coeval young, well-mounted, and well-armed with himself, — wrapped, or rather some giving vent to their spirit or shrouded, in a gray mantle or plaid, their feelings in martial songs; others and all the while looking steadfastly at examining and proving the merit of me from under the remains of a broad their swords and pistols, and many

slouched hat. I had something like a marching on in grave silence, forecast- dreamer's recollection of his looks; but ing the hazards of war and the glory of he soon added his voice, to assist my success. Leaving the brown moorlands, recollection, -and I shall never forget we descended into an open cultivated the verses the old man chanted with a country, and soon found ourselves upon broken and melancholy, and, I think I the great military road which connects may add, prophetic voice : all the north country with the capital.

Oh, Preston, proud Preston.
Oh ! Preston, proud Preston, come hearken the cry
Of spilt blood against thee, it sounds to the sky;
Thy richness, a prey to the spoiler is doom'd,
Thy homes to the flame, to be smote and consumed ;
Thy sage with gray locks, and thy dame with the brown
Descending long tresses, and grass-sweeping gown,
Shall shriek, when there's none for to help them : the hour
Of thy fall is not nigh, but it's certain and sure.
Proud Preston, come humble thy haughtinessweep
Cry aloud-for the sword it shall come in thy sleep.
What deed have I done—that thou lift'st thus thy cry,
Thou bard of ill omen, and doom'st me to die
What deed have I done, thus to forfeit the trust
In high heaven, and go to destruction and dust ?
My matrons are chaste, and my daughters are fair;
Where the battle is hottest my sword's shining there ;
And my sons bow their heads, and are on their knees kneeling,
When the prayer is pour'd fortłı, and the organ is pealing :
What harm have I wrought, and to whom offer'd wrong,
That thou comest against me with shout and with song?
What harm hast thou wrought! list and hearken-the hour
Of revenge may be late=but it's certain and sure ;
As the flower to the field, and the leaf to the tree,
So sure is the time of destruction to thee.
What harm hast thou wrought!-haughty Preston, now hear-
Thou hast whetted against us the brand and the spear;
And thy steeds through our ranks rush, all foaming and hot,
And I hear thy horns' sound, and the knell of thy shot :
The seal of stern judgment is fix'd on thy fate,
When the life's blood of Selby is spilt at thy gate.
Oh! Selby, brave Selby, no more thy sword's braving
The foes of thy prince, when the pennon is waving;

The Gordon shall guide and shall rule in the land ;
The Boyd yet shall battle with buckler and brand ;
The Maxwells shall live, though diminish'd their shine,
And the Scotts in bard's song shall be all but divine ;
Even Forster of Derwent shall breathe for a time,
Ere his name it has sunk to a sound and a rhyme ;
But the horn of the Selbys has blown its last blast,
And the star of their name's from the firmament cast.

' I dropt the bridle from my hand, and cannot lead. It's pleasant to mount at all the green expanse of dale or hill the sound of the trumpet again; and grew dim before me, The voice of the it's better for an auld man to fall with old man had for some time ceased, be- the sound of battle in his ear, and be fore I had courage to look about ; and I buried in the trench with the brave, immediately recognized in the person and the young, and the noble,—than of the minstrel an old and faithful sol- beg his bread from door to door, endurdier of my father's, whose gift at song, ing the scoff and scorn of the vulgar and rude and untutored as it was, had ob- sordid, and be found, some winter tained him some estimation on the bor- morning, streeked stiff and dead, on a der-where the strong, lively imagery, hassoc of straw in some churl's barn. and familiar diction of the old ballads So I shall e'en ride on, and see the last still maintain their ground against the of a noble and a hopeless cause." He classic elegance and melody of modern drew his hat over his brow; while I verse. I drew back a little ; and shak- endeavoured to cheer him by describing ing the old man by the hand, said, the numbers, resources, and strength of “ Many years have passed, Harpur Har- the party. And I expressed rather my berson, since I listened to thy minstrel hope, than firm belief, when I assured skill at Lanercost; and I thought thou him, “ that there was little doubt that badst gone, and I should never see thee the house of Selby would lift its head again. Thy song has lost some of its again and flourish, and that the grey ancient grace and military glee since hairs of its ancient and faithful minstrel thou leftest my father's hall.” “ Deed, would go down in gladness and glory to my bonnie lady,” said the borderer, the grave."

the grave.” He shook his head, yet with a voice suppressed and melancho- seemed almost willing to believe, for a ly, while something of his ancient smile moment against his own presentiment, brightened his face for a moment, in the picture of future glory I had " sangs of sorrow and dule have been drawn-it was but for a moment. rifer with me than ballads of merriment “ 'Deed no—'deed no, my bonnie, bonand mirth. It's long now since I rode nie lady, it canna-canna be; glad and fought by my gallant master's side, would I be could I credit the tale, that when the battle waxed fierce and des- our house would hold up its head again, perate ; and my foot is not so firm in high and lordly. But I have too strong the stirrup now, nor my hand so steeve faith in minstrel prediction, and in the at the steel, as it was in those blessed dreams and visions of the night, to give and heroic days. It's altered days with credence to such a pleasing thought. It Harpur Harberson, since he harped was not for naught that horsemen rode afore the nobles of the north, in the in ranks on Soutra side last night, home of the gallant Selbys, and won where living horsemen could never urge the cup of gold. I heard that my bonnie a steed, -and that the forms and semJady and her gallant cousin were on blances of living men were visible to horseback ; so I e'en put my old frail me in this fearful procession. Nor was body on a frail horse, to follow where I it for nought that my grandfather, old minstrel Harberson, caused himself to tered unwilling words—words of sad be carried in his last hour to the summit import, the fulfilment of which is at of Lanercost-hill; that he might die hand. I shall repeat you the words ; looking on the broad domains of his they are known but to few, and have master. His harp—for his harp and been scorned too much by the noble he were never parted—his harp yielded race of Selby. involuntary sounds, and his tongue ut

I rede ye, my lady— rede ye, my lord,
To put not your trust in the trumpet and sword;
To follow no banner that comes from the flood,
To march no more southward to battle and blood.
League not with Dalzell-po, nor seek to bę fording
The clear stream of Derwent with Maxwell and Gordon,-
To a Forester's word draw nor bridle nor glaive,-
Shun the gates of proud Preston, like death and the grave-
And the Selbys shall flourish in life and in story,

While eagles love Skiddaw-and soldiers love glory. “ These are the words of my ances- er armed with sword and pistol and tor-what must be must-I shall meet carabine—the latter with gun and thee again at the gates of Preston.” As spear. It was a fair sight to see so he uttered these words he mingled with many gentlemen dressed in the garb of the ranks of horsemen under the banner other days—some with head and bosom of a border knight, and I rode up to the pieces of burnished mail : others with side of my cousin and his companion. slouched hats and feathers, and scarlet

It is not my wish to relate all I heard, vests—and all with short cloaks or manand describe all I saw on my way south- tles, of velvet or woollen, clasped at ward; but our array was a sight worth the bosom with gold, and embroidered seeing, and a sight we shall never see each according to their own or their again--for war is now become a trade, mistress's fancy. A body of three hunand men are trained to battle like hounds dred chosen horsemen, pertaining to to the hunting. In those days the no- my Lord Kenmure, marched in front, ble and the gentle, each with his own singing, according to the fashion of the banner,--with kinsmen and retainers, Scotch, rude and homely ballads in came forth to battle; and war seemed honour of their leader. more a chivalrous effort than it seems One hundred horse, conducted by now-when the land commits its fame Lord Nithsdale, succeeded; those of and its existence to men hired by sound Lord Derwentwater followed—a band of trumpet and by touch of drúm. It numerous, but divided in opinion-unwas soon broad day-light; all the ad- steady in resolution, and timid in the herents of the house of Stuart had time of need and peril, like their unformoved towards Lancashire, from the tunate lord. The foot followed: a band south of Scotland and the north of En- of warriors-strange, and even savage gland; and forming a junction where in their appearance-brave and unthe Cumberland mountains slope down blenching in battle-with plaid and to the vales, now covered the road as bonnet and broadsword_bare kneed, far as my eye could reach—not in regu- and marching to a kind of wild music, lar companies, but in clusters and which, by recalling the airs of their ancrowds, with colours displayed. There cestors, and the battles in which they might be, in all, one thousand horse- fought and bled, kindles a military fury men and fifteen hundred foot, the form- and resolution which destroys all against

which it is directed. These were men the Scotch maidens say a bonnie Gorfrom the mountains of Scotland, and don; his sword had stuck half-drawn they were led by chieftain Mackintosh, from the scabbard, but for the white who was to them as a divinity-com- hand of his wife; but he that lives unpared to whom, the prince, in whose der the influence of bright eyes, Lady cause they fought, was a common being Eleanor, lives under a spell as powerful -a mere mortal. I admired the rude, as loyalty. And what would the little natural courtesy of these people, and book say of my Lord Nithsdale, with lamented the coward counsels which whom ride so many of the noble name delivered them up to the axe and the of Maxwell ? Can scorn for the conticord, without striking a single blow. nual cant and sordid hearts of some The rear accounted, in this march, with acres of psalm-singing covenanters, who an enemy behind as well as before, a haunt the hill-tops of Terreagles and post of some peril, was brought up by Dalswinton, cause the good lord to put about two hundred border cavaliers and the fairest domains on the border in their adherents; and with them rode jeopardy? Or dues he hope to regain all Walter Selby and his new companion. the

sway held by his ancestors of yore The command seemed divided among over the beautiful vale of Nith-hummany; and without obeying any one bling into dust, as he arises, the gifted chief in particular, all seemed zealous weaver who preaches, the inspired in the cause, and marched on with a cordwainer who expounds, and the uprapidity regulated by the foot. No se- start grocer who holds rule--the two rious attempt was made to impede us : former over men's minds, and the latter some random shots were fired from the over men's bodies? There's my Lord hedge rows and groves; till at length, Carnwath—" At this moment I heard after a fatiguing journey, we came with- the sounding of trumpets and the rushin sight of Preston ; and there the ene- ing of horses behind us; and ere I my made his appearance in large could turn round, my cavalier said, in masses of cavalry and foot, occupying the same equal and pleasant tone in the distant rising grounds, leaving our which he was making his curious comentry into the town free and uninter- munication of human character,-“Fair rupted. Something in my face shewed lady, here be strange auditors, some of the alarm I felt on seeing the numbers my friend General Willis's troopers and array of our enemies; this passed come to try the edges of their new not unobserved of the cavalier at my side, swords. Halbert, lead this fair lady to who said, with a smile, “ Fair lady, a place where she may see what passes you are looking on the mercenary bands -and now for the onset, Walter Selby.” which sordid wealth has marched against The latter, exchanging a glance with us ; these are men bought and sold, and me, turned his horse's head; swords who hire their best blood for a scarlet vere bared in a moment; and I heard garb and a groat. I wish I had wealth the dash of their horses, as they spurenough to tempt the avarice of men who red them to the contest, while a Scotmeasure all that is good on earth by the tish soldier hurried me towards the town. money it brings. And yet, fair one, I | I had not the courage to look backmust needs own, that our little band of the clashing of swords, the knelling of warriors is brought strangely together, carabines, the groans of the wounded, and bound by ties of a singular kind. and the battle shout of the living came It would make a curious little book, all blended in one terrible sound—iny were I to write down all the motives and heart died within me. I soon came feelings which have put our feet in the up to the Scottish mountaineers, who, stirrup. There's my Lord Kenmure- with their swords drawn, and their tara hot, a brave, and a self-willed, and gets shouldered, stood looking back on

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