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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: The Goblin Groom - a Tale of Dunse - -Author: R. O. Fenwick, Esq. - -Release Date: December 16, 2021 [eBook #66950] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Charlene Taylor and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team - at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images - generously made available by The Internet Archive/American - Libraries.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE GOBLIN GROOM *** - - - - - THE GOBLIN GROOM; - - A Tale - - OF DUNSE. - - BY - - R. O. FENWICK, ESQ. - - - _Thus, while I ape the measure wild - Of tales that charmed me yet a child, - Rude though they be, still with the chime - Return the thoughts of early time._--SCOTT. - - - EDINBURGH: - - PRINTED BY ALEX. LAWRIE & CO. - - FOR ALEX. LAWRIE, EDINBURGH; - AND - J. RIDGWAY, LONDON. - - 1809. - - - - - TO THOSE ADMIRERS - - OF ENGLISH POETRY - - WHO WISH TO SEE IT RESTORED TO ITS - - “_OLD STYLE OF PATHOS_,” - - THE FOLLOWING POEM - - IS RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED - - BY - - THE AUTHOR. - - - - -ADVERTISEMENT. - - -_The Author of the Goblin Groom can, on no consideration, be induced to -follow the example of the amiable and justly celebrated Madame de -Genlis, who, in her Historical Romance of the Chevaliers du Cygne, -observes,--“Enfin l’ideè de faire mourir l’heroine de l’histoire des les -premieres pages, et cependant de s’occuper d’elle jusqu’ a la fin, est -peutetre assez neuve pour meriter quelqu’ indulgence.” Could he, on the -contrary, prolong the precious life of his exalted hero, but for a -single day, he should feel more real delight, than the indulgence due to -the most afflicting novelty can possibly confer. But though unable to -guard him from the blow, which the unrelenting hand of time must one day -inflict, the author can at least promise, if he shall himself survive -the catastrophe, to restore him to the respectful consideration of his -readers, in a form at once congenial to the spirit of poetry, and -suitable to the taste and temper of the times. To some of his readers, -it may be necessary to remark, which must readily occur to the attention -of the critic, that his true hero is only to be discovered, by the -frequent allusions to his high rank and acknowledged virtues; and having -thus divested the Goblin of the precedency, which he might otherwise -appear to have usurped, it now only remains to give his readers a -general idea of the story. It turns on the several incidents of a -fox-chace, but is called a Tale of Dunse, because in that favourite_ -RENDEZVOUS _of the lovers of the chace, the Goblin first made his -appearance. That the minds of his readers may be as perfectly prepared, -as he could wish, for the manners of the age in which it is laid, he -apprizes them, that the poem opens on the last day of April 1806, and -concludes with the death of a fox on Flodden Field twenty-four hours -thereafter. The country over which he has accompanied his elfin fay and -merry pack, he has viewed with the rapid glance of a sportsman, and -therefore trusts, that his hasty and imperfect sketch will not be -regarded with the too scrupulous eye of rigid criticism. With all its -faults, but without further apology, he commits it to its fate, and, -notwithstanding the protecting influence of wire-wove,--broad -margin,--high price,--and hot-press, he is not without feeling some -apprehensions concerning its success._ - - - - -CONTENTS. - - - PAGE - -_Introduction to Canto First_--TO WALTER MARROWFAT, _Gardener to -his Grace the Duke of B-- --h_ 1 - -CANTO I. THE HOSTEL, OR INN, 13 - -_Introduction to Canto Second_--TO BENJAMIN BUFFET, _Butler to his -Grace the Duke of B-- --h_ 37 - -II. THE FOX CHACE, 47 - -_Notes to Canto First_ 81 - - _Canto Second_ 103 - - - - -ERRATA. - - -Page 40, line 1, _for_ mintrel’s _read_ minstrel’s. -Pages 53 and 57, head line, _for_ FOX-CHASE _read_ FOX-CHACE. -Page 72, line 5, note, _for_ son _read_ sont. - 83, line 9, _for_ Anceps _read_ Auceps. - - - - -THE GOBLIN GROOM. - - -Introduction to Canto First. - - - - -TO WALTER MARROWFAT, - -_GARDENER TO HIS GRACE THE D-- OF B-- --H_. - - - _Edinburgh._ - - Walter, at last, in order due, - The minstrel tunes his harp to you; - The very notes of friendship dear, - Are cordial to a poet’s ear: - Then why, my Walter, should I care - From whence you come, or who you are. - What! tho’ no royal blood should flow - Thro’ veins of blue and breast of snow: - Tho’ lowest of the low you be, - Still you shall hear my minstrelsy: - Enough to me it is that you - Are vassal to the bold B-- --h; - For to my heart they still are dear, - Who serve that stout, that valiant peer. - But now, my friend, ’tis right to ask, - How thrives your culinary task? - Seems it to me the cultured soil, - Should glow beneath your sun-burnt toil. - I see thy face with ruddy glow - Smile on the rising cabbage row; - And now, methinks, I feel thy glee, - For I, my friend, can feel like thee, - E’en at the peeping of a pea; - Just when the germ has broke the soil, - The very sight repays thy toil. - O, Cultivation! Ceres’ child, - Foe to the hill and desert wild! - Foe to the mountain and the moor, - Friend to the hungry and the poor! - But let me not, with thoughts elate, - Forget my Walter’s garden gate: - Of all the gates so wonderous fair - Here round the princely dwelling, - My Watty’s gate, beyond compare, - All these is far excelling![1] - But I forgot the garden fair, - And sought the barren mountain bare. - O’er Tiviot’s hills, I bent my way, - Forgetful of my minstrel lay; - Nor thought I much of this or that, - Till fancy painted Marrowfat. - She painted Walter as I’ve seen, - When weeding D-- --h’s walks so green; - To noble dames, just bent to bow; - Dejected head, erected hoe, - Proclaimed respect to ladye fair, - And shewed her that defence was there. - ’Twas diffidence and manly pride, - That bows, yet shews the power to chide. - Above the common height of man, - My Walter stands at least a span: - A brow of jet, a fiery eye, - Like planet in a sable sky, - Shone from my fancy’s painted chief; - And then, to give the scene relief, - A nose projecting curvedly; - The nose befitting well the eye. - Vails it not me, alas! to speak - Of bushy lip, or cherry cheek; - To say I saw my Walter smile, - I’d rather pause a little while: - For bootless is the task to paint, - When fancy’s self is far too faint, - To shew the gardener of B-- --h, - In form exact, and colours true. - How happy passed my early days, - With thee in D-- --h’s groves of bays; - When slinking sly, from bush to bush, - We sought to catch the nestling thrush; - Or when supported, friend, by thee, - I climbed the giant cherry-tree; - Or ran a race, dear Wat, with you, - To please the gallant young B-- --h. - The bower was still, and all was hushed, - ’Twas eve, and modest nature blushed; - The crimson setting of the sun, - Waved o’er the night-cloud’s visage dun, - And all creation, so serene, - Enjoyed the still, the lovely scene. - The thrush, upon the hazel bough, - Pour’d calmly forth her evening vow, - And every bird, from tree to tree, - Joined in the heavenly melody; - What heart so fraught with woe or care, - But might have tasted pleasure there. - Such, Watty, was the night when we - Pursued the humming bumble bee;[2] - When you averred the beast[3] could sting, - And I responded, no such thing! - “The question fierce, the stern reply,” - Was heard to sound ’twixt U and I.[4] - Anon: my Watty dared to fight - The fancied foeman Wallace wight; - And I, if pleasing mem’ry hold. - Dared to the combat, Bruce the bold. - Perhaps, my friend, you’ll wish to know - Th’ event of each successive blow; - How Bruce, transported, swore he’d die, - But never, never yield or fly; - How Wallace to the combat flew, - With fancied pride, but courage true. - Alas! my friend, your hopes are vain, - For friendship still forbids the strain: - The tale, alas! would only tend - To make a foeman of a friend. - And whilst I live, and whilst I breathe, - I swear it is so much beneath - The soul of man, to harbour hate - Against the good, against the great, - That I will ne’er to man disclose - The purport of these bloody blows. - Enough! enough! it is to me - To hate the name of bumble bee. - - - - -THE GOBLIN GROOM. - -CANTO FIRST. - -The Hostel, or Inn. - - - - -THE GOBLIN GROOM. - - - - -CANTO FIRST. - -The Hostel, or Inn. - - -I. - - Joy reign’d in Dunse’s[5] distant seat, - Thro’ tavern, market place, and street, - The scene of many a valiant feat - In days of distant yore. - But now those distant days are fled, - Peace rears again her placid head, - And gory feud I hope is staid - To plague the land no more. - Where garden is, was place of tilt - Or tournament, where blood was spilt; - Where stain’d was many a foeman’s hilt - With blood of knight laid low; - Now peeps the pea, from glowing bed, - Forgetful of December dread; - The broader bean, her leaf has spread - Th’ unhallow’d spot to show. - - - II. - - Now why are Dunse’s people glad, - Who once were wont to be so sad; - How was the feudal hatred staid - That waste their lovely fields had laid; - Why rolls the Whittadder[6] so white, - The scene of many a bloody fight; - And how has peace reception found - On such unhallowed bloody ground? - I may not tell the change of time; - It ill becomes my minstrel rhyme: - ’Twere impious surely to relate - The fancied works of fancied fate. - Enough, the bloody feud is staid; - Enough, the sword aside is laid; - And Whittadder long may’st thou flow - With spotless wave and crystal tide; - And may’st thou never, never know, - Again the strife of border side. - - -III. - - The sun o’er Dunse’s hills of grey, - Had nearly shed his parting light, - Save to the west, one lingering ray, - Seemed to forbid th’ approach of night; - And Lammermoor, with transient smile, - Now lighted up her visage bleak, - And every distant hill, the while, - Shone with a vivid, passing streak; - And Tweed’s broad river, from afar, - Blazed like a beacon flame of war: - Sure ’twould have pleased your heart to see - So much of grandeur, so much glee. - ’Twas so to Dunse, when keen of sport - The Lothian sportsmen bent their way; - Her hostel then became a court; - If courts are jovial, courts are gay. - But why need I pretend to tell, - What to each chief or squire befel - In journeying that way. - - -IV. - - Thronged was the hostel’s chambered space, - With peer, with baron, knight, and squire, - And many a waiting man in lace - Stood ready round the kitchen fire, - Attentive to the jirking wire; - For each attendant knew full well - The jirking of his master’s bell. - I’ll say the sportsmen all are dressed, - Have doffed their morning’s spattered vest, - And after salutation meet, - And question after lady fair, - Each at the board has ta’en his seat; - For ev’ry sportsman had his chair. - - -V. - - Perchance, my friend, you’d have me name - Each, after each, in his degree; - Or even say from whence they came; - Alas! that must not, may not be. - In truth, I only know a few - Of all the gallant, noble crew: - But he, the chieftain of them all, - Is absent from the festival, - The heir of bold B-- --h. - - -VI. - - Why stands that chair - So empty there, - Whilst anxious eyes are cast around; - And looks that show - They do not know - Where one so worthy may be found? - The chair, they vow, shall empty stand, - To shew their loyalty and truth; - For each and all, this huntsman-band, - Admired and loved the gallant youth; - And said they, with a passing tear, - “How much we miss his presence here.” - - -VII. - - Four-and-twenty huntsmen keen - Round the table sat, I ween; - Four-and-twenty footmen neat, - Plied the beer, and served the meat: - Landlady, and daughter fair - Paid their due obedience there. - Well I ween, each gallant youth, - Cast an eye upon the maid; - Each thought his look, in real truth, - By the maiden’s well repaid: - One alone, of all the crew, - More than all the others knew; - What he knew, I may not tell, - But the maiden knew full well. - - -VIII. - - Fish, from Dunbar’s rocky shore, - Stood the president before, - If my mem’ry do not fail, - Sent by noble L-- --le. - In the centre, soup was seen - Smoking, from a vase of snow. - Beef, at bottom, fat and lean,-- - Beef of Indian Buffalo. - This was sent by T-- --le’s peer - To augment the sportsman’s cheer; - T-- --le, sprung from mighty H--y, - Foremost in the border day. - Tarts and pastry sent, I ween, - By the lady De G-- --ne. - - -IX. - - ’Tis not for me to say what more - The hostess’ care supplied; - But welcome free, and open door, - And pease, from D-- --h’s garden store, - Were seen on every side: - So one and all, at once agreed, - That bold B-- --h had earlier seed - Than any northward of the Tweed. - - -X. - - The dinner’s o’er, the circling glass - Now full, now emptier, passes round, - As strikes the ear, the pleasing sound - Of jovial song, or toasted lass: - But short, alas! this tabled glee; - For who the coming woe might see! - - * * * * * - - --Said I, D-- --h’s much honoured chair - Might not be filled by any there; - And, said I, it was right that he, - Though absent from the company, - With honour due should treated be; - D-- --h, so honoured for his worth, - For rank, for titles, and for birth, - Had not an equal here on earth, - To fill his vacant chair: - So one and all, with one consent, - Their voice have given, and vote have lent, - To let the seat be bare: - - (Friend Walter, I am certain quite, - You’ll say both voice and vote went right). - - -XI. - - But why that hollow note of woe, - That stops of wine the genial flow; - Why shrinks the late convivial throng, - And why has silence banished song; - And why is horror’s aching stare - Sent wildly to the empty chair: - Oh! why is every eyebrow knit, - When turned to where D-- --h should sit.-- - - * * * * * - - The chair is filled! a stranger sat - Upon the honoured seat; - Nor deigned he to doff his hat, - Though more than one had hinted that - Respect was always meet. - But he was heedless of them all, - And thrice he gazed round the hall, - But ne’er a word did he let fall: - Whilst thus he sat, whilst thus he gazed, - The goodly throng were all amazed;-- - - -XII. - - And marvelled they, how this could be, - And how he entered none might say; - And some averred a sprite was he, - And others swore he was a fay: - And all agreed ’twas passing strange, - And marvellous withall, - That either sprite or fay should range - Into a festal hall: - Nor could the wisest present name - From whence he sprung, or how he came. - - -XIII. - - He was of little form, and tight; - His weight, if man, had been full light: - In short, he was a sportsman-sprite. - A pea-green jerkin on his back - All dabbled by a splashing hack; - His dirty boots, his leathers long - With crimson whip-cord tied; - His straight necked spurs, and heavy thong, - Proclaimed him formed to ride: - And he had ridden far that day, - For he was daubed, and splashed with clay. - - -XIV. - - The circling glass again goes round, - As fear in wine and use is drowned: - The goblin sprite enjoys each joke, - Though never once the while he spoke, - But lent a civil listening ear, - Resolved minutely all to hear; - And every toast with ready will - His elfin hand consents to fill. - Heavens! what a wondrous draught he drew - When e’er they toasted bold B-- --h. - - -XV. - - Oh! ’twould have done you good to see - How keen, how long, how heartily - He pushed the liquor round: - He never left or spilt a drop; - He never let the bottle stop, - Nor uttered a sound. - And, strange to tell, the jovial fay, - Though fond of wine, had nought to say. - A man of words might never learn - To be so wondrous taciturn. - And now the song, with jovial strain, - Awakened midnight’s dull repose; - Though many pleaded colds in vain, - Ayes had the ’vantage still of noes: - And thus may rulers ever be - Supported by majority.[7] - - -XVI. - - Dear unto me, my native land, - Is every field of thy wide realm; - And dearer still the guardian hand - That holds the way-directing helm; - And now I love thee ten times more, - When threatened is thy rocky shore: - When waves on every side assail, - And adverse winds and tides prevail. - But why should I with sorrow’s flow - Bewail my much loved country’s woe, - And all her coming danger tell; - Enough to me it is to know - I love my native country well. - - -XVII. - - The song went round, the Goblin Groom - Still plied the wine in festal room; - And bumper after bumper flew; - It was I ween a jovial crew.-- - What chance had mortal man at drink - With one of charmed degree; - I cannot say, but needs must think - That chance but small could be. - And so it proved, and so they found, - E’er thirty bumper toasts went round. - - -XVIII. - - Why need I tell, why need I show - Humanity debased, laid low; - How some beneath the table lay; - How others strove to get away, - And, tumbling headlong on the floor, - Ne’er reached the fated festal door; - Whilst stammering, incoherently, - Towards the goblin turned an eye; - Still saw him quaff the liquor down; - Still saw him smile, still saw him frown, - As fancied joke, or fancied toast, - Or fancied anger, ruled him most: - And thus he toasting bumpered on, - As long as he was looked upon. - - -XIX. - - And many say they heard the splash, - And jingle of the elfin glass, - Long after all the rest were dead, - And carried lifeless into bed: - But none may tell, for none can say, - Where the unhallowed goblin lay: - But he had beat the sportsmen all, - At drinking in the festal hall; - And soon I’ll show, if luck betide, - How this elf goblin dared to ride.[8] - But now I’ve left them all at rest: - Where is the greatest, and the best? - He, amid D-- --h’s lovely groves, - With virtuous footsteps strays the while, - And woos the graces, and the loves, - With many a courtly winning smile. - - -XX. - - Long mayst thou flourish, gallant peer, - For Caledonia owns thee dear, - And bids her fav’rite minstrel tell, - How that she loves her hero well; - Though polished mail no more shall grace, - Oh! S--tt, thy ancient chieftain race: - No more the splintered spear shall sound - On N-- --k’s green or D-- --h’s ground: - These days are past, and with them, too, - The deeds their chiefs were wont to do: - The towering plume, and nodding crest, - Have with their wearers gone to rest; - And ease and peace may now be seen - In every hamlet, wood, or green. - But nowhere are they seen so true - As round the mansion of B-- --h; - Where patriarchal peace is found, - And care in rosy liquor drowned; - Where all of this illustrious line - Together sup, together dine. - And now I’ll cease my minstrel lay, - For time it is I should give up, - But once again, D-- --h, I’ll say, - Long may you dine, long may you sup. - - -END OF CANTO FIRST. - - - - -THE GOBLIN GROOM. - - -Introduction to Canto Second. - - - - -TO BENJAMIN BUFFET, - -_BUTLER TO HIS GRACE THE D--OF B-- --H._ - - - _Edinburgh._ - - The cracking cork has pleased my ear, - Has silenced grief, has banished fear; - Has made dark winter’s dreary night - Seem to my senses noonday bright. - December’s cold was then forgot; - The wine was good, the fire was hot: - Thus many a heedless evening flew, - In table-talk, dear Ben, with you. - Though mentioned last in mintrel’s lay, - First in my heart you hold the sway: - For love and interest must combine; - And you are love, and interest wine: - And what must make you still more dear, - They say you have your master’s ear; - And if this rumour, Ben, be true, - Speak well of me to bold B-- --h. - Pleasing to me is every scene, - Where, with my dearest friends, I’ve been. - I love the green, I love the grove, - The cavern vast, the neat alcove, - The mountain high, the valley low, - The scenes of friendship all may show. - These scenes I’ve loved, and still adore, - But, Oh! I love the pantry more. - There have I sat, there have I sung, - Have twirled a cork, or rolled a bung; - As infant fancy played her part, - That was a coach, this was a cart. - Those were the days of childish youth, - That promised parts, that promised truth; - For fancy shewed herself in play, - E’en in my earliest infant day: - When older grown, the pantry still - Was dear to me, against my will. - What there was done, I may not tell; - It might not please your master well; - So please me joy, or pierce me woe, - The bold B-- --h shall never know. - Enough, the claret is not there; - But you and I both had a share. - And joy, you know, by danger bought, - Is always sweeter, dearer thought: - Regrets for past mistakes are vain, - And pleasure often follows pain. - Pleasure is but an empty sound, - And surely never yet was found: - It reigns but in the poet’s brain; - Reality is always pain: - And reasoning thus, it is my plan, - To be as merry as I can: - And though they say the claret went, - I don’t repine, I won’t repent. - It scarcely seems a summer’s day, - Though years and years have past away, - Since in the pantry’s snug retreat, - I, at the fire, first took my seat. - Oh! how I loved those moments dear; - Oh! how your lessons pleased my ear. - How oft you spoke of N-- --k’s tower, - Forgetful of the midnight hour; - Of noble dames, of valiant knights, - Of bloody fields, and listed fights; - Of ancient manners, past and fled; - How S--tts, victorious, fought and bled; - In every combat, strife, or fight, - S--tt was victorious, S--tt was right. - And said I to myself, that they - Shall one time hear my minstrel lay: - That all my powers should then combine, - To praise B-- --h’s illustrious line. - Yet whilst I sing the noble race, - My humbler friend shall have a place. - What though the oak be grand to see? - The humbler shrub is dear to me. - The sturdy oak unused to bend, - Too stately looks to be my friend. - So I’m content, and amply paid, - To crouch beneath the expansive shade. - There, wondring at the form sublime, - To friendship’s heights, I dare not climb; - And so I tune my humbler lays, - To notes of wonder, notes of praise. - And thus the minstrel’s efforts tend, - To claim a patron, not a friend. - In you, dear Ben, the shrub I see, - That lowly bows his head like me: - And thus I choose thee for my friend; - For both alike are doomed to bend: - And whilst we bend, and whilst we bow, - The adverse winds may rage and blow. - We need not fear misfortune’s stroke, - While couched beneath the stately oak: - And may that oak long live and last, - That guards us from misfortune’s blast. - Dear Ben, the oak shall have his due, - If bows, and flattering praise will do. - And those, you know, who bow and bend, - Ne’er want a patron, or a friend. - - - - -THE GOBLIN GROOM. - - - - -CANTO SECOND. - -The Fox-Chace. - - - - -THE GOBLIN GROOM. - -CANTO SECOND. - -The Fox-Chace. - - -I. - - Now crows the cock in Dunse’s streets; - The twittering sparrow morning greets; - The braying ass his trumpet blew, - For well the morning air he knew; - And hies the hostler to his care, - With bosom light as morning air. - The ruddy streaks of infant day - On Lammer’s hills and Chiviot’s play; - And freshly blows the morning breeze, - From Firth of Forth to German seas. - - -II. - - The kennelled pack, with conscious ear, - Well know the huntsman to be near; - Their deep-toned notes, in concert rise, - As to the door each staunch hound flies; - And merry were the huntsman’s cries: - Full well he knew to cheer each hound, - Or quell his riot, by the sound - Of angry word, or cracking thong. - But now the pack as round they crowd, - In notes melodious, and loud, - Pour forth their morning song. - And, on my soul, the sound was dear, - And transport to the huntsman’s ear. - Out dashed the pack, a stauncher crew - Ne’er snuffed the pearly morning-dew: - And soon the huntsman’s sounding thong - Has checked the ardour of the throng: - In meet procession, quiet, slow, - Behind their master’s horse they go: - His two assistants after ride, - To bring them all to cover side. - - -III. - - Meanwhile the hostled sportsmen rise, - With bosoms light, but heavy eyes; - For last night’s liquor still remained, - And some would liked to’ve lain in bed, - To ease a fevered, aching head; - But manly pride such ease disdained. - So all have risen, and all have dressed, - In jockey cap, and scarlet vest; - And now they’re met, and seated all - At breakfast, in the festal hall: - And question after question passed, - Who saw the goblin jockey last? - Disputes arise, but all agree - That mortal man he could not be; - And cried they, with a jovial air, - Faith, but he drank his liquor fair! - The hostess enters in to say, - The Goblin Groom had gone away, - And who his share of drink should pay. - And all agree ’twas passing fair, - As he had filled great D-- --h’s chair, - That his account for jovial cheer, - Should be discharged by D-- --h’s peer. - - -IV. - - The hacks are pacing now before - The Hostel’s arch projecting door; - Full twelve miles off the cover lay; - The hunters went at peep of day: - And some, I’m told, went over night, - To be in better hunting plight. - Each sportsman mounts his cover steed, - And through the town with fiery speed, - Spurs on his ready hack: - One thinks a canter gives him grace, - Another thinks a trot the pace, - And knowingly looks back; - And pleased he looks, in sooth to find - His cantering comrade left behind. - Now one, now t’other takes the lead, - As jockey whim directs the speed. - - -V. - - At Ladykirk the cover lay, - Where, steep and high, a birken brae - Hangs o’er the river Tweed: - Hence many a fox the hounds have driven, - Whose dirtied brush has oft been given, - The foremost horseman’s meed. - This bank, in former days, has been - Sad witness of a different scene; - When Norham’s border castle rang - With England’s war foreboding clang; - When threatened feud was heard to sound - Defiance to the Scottish ground; - When cannon roared from Norham’s wall, - The English border clans to call: - Then flew the fox this brae of birk, - And far from Scottish Ladykirk; - And sought he, much against his will, - The safe retreat of Chiviot hill. - - -VI. - - Hither the hounds have bent their way, - And hither come the sportsmen gay: - Sure such a sight was never seen, - At tournament, or listed green. - The neighing steeds were seen to prance, - As through the copse-wood green they came: - The sounding whip displaced the lance, - And sport has banished feudal flame. - In every face a smile of joy, - From titled peer, to huntsman-boy; - In every eye a flash of fire; - A flash of hope, but not of ire: - In every heart joy’s transport bounds, - As into cover dash the hounds: - And in they dash with such a clang, - That Norham’s empty castle rang: - And every bush in tremor shook, - And every sapling waved on high; - Each horseman gazed with eager look, - Or listened for the joyous cry: - And sideways on their steeds they sat, - With side-placed cap, or side-placed hat. - - -VII. - - But when they hear the well known hound - Proclaim the rascal to be found, - High beats each gallant sportsman’s heart - To take the lead, or have the start. - And now the banks of Ladykirk - Ring with the pack’s melodious cry; - And waves its head, each verdant birk, - To merry notes of extacy. - O! how the hounds together dash, - And make the greenwood cover crash. - Poor Reynard! all your hopes are vain; - In vain you strive to tarry here; - Go seek the fields, or plains so drear; - At Ladykirk you can’t remain; - To Tweed’s green banks now bid adieu, - They ne’er again shall greet your view; - No more her murm’ring streams shall cheer, - With soothing notes, your listening ear. - - -VIII. - - Now peeping from the copse so green, - The Fox’s cunning head is seen, - His ready ears turned back: - His open mouth his terror shows; - For time put off, full well he knows, - Will bring the eager pack. - So down towards the Tweed he steels, - With outstretched brush, and nimble heels; - When, hark! a horseman from below - Has given the welcome Tallyho! - Amazement filled the listening crew; - The note was strange, the voice was new: - Wondered they much who it could be - That shouted with such melody; - For such a voice, or such a sound, - Ne’er till this moment cheered a hound. - - -IX. - - And round they gazing looked, when, lo! - The Goblin Groom is seen below, - Dressed as he was last night; - Save that a cap, place hat, he wore, - And neater looked he than before, - His leathers were more tight. - He strode a poney, lank and lean, - That looked as if astray ’t had been: - Dun was its hue, with flowing mane; - The tail was black, and like a train - Swept far behind the scented plain, - Save, when at speed, he whisking spread - It round the Goblin’s fated head; - Or to the spur, the sure reply - Was lashed across the Goblin’s thigh: - On every side, above, below, - The whisking tail was seen to flow. - - -X. - - Said I the Fox towards the Tweed - Had urged with fear his utmost speed; - And that the hounds approaching nigh - Had bid the cowering ruffian fly; - And that the Goblin Groom had seen - Him leave his haunts of copse-wood green; - Had seen him leave the bank so steep, - And stem the tide so broad and deep; - And that he ready staid below - To give the welcome Tallyho! - - -XI. - - No sooner had the shout been given, - Than to the hilt the spurs were driven: - The lank-lean poney knew full well - The signal for the chace; - And only those who’ve seen may tell - The issue of the race. - But Norham’s castle saw the start, - And knows the Goblin did his part; - At least she knows, if it may be - That Castles are allowed to see, - That first the Goblin saw the find, - And left the boldest far behind. - - -XII. - - Into the river, broad and deep, - Beneath old Norham’s ruined keep, - Where the descent appears most steep, - The gallant pack have dashed: - In likewise dashed the Elf and horse, - Quite heedless of the torrent’s force; - And as they stemmed the river’s course - His tail the poney lashed. - The Goblin Groom now screamed a scream; - For Goblins hate a running stream; - And, if the truth my records say, - The Elfin Poney neighed a neigh. - - -XIII. - - O! ’twas a gallant sight, and brave, - To see them stem the chrystal wave: - But now the tide and stream have bore - The Groom and pack to England’s shore: - The other sportsmen, round about, - With hurried speed, have ta’en their route; - For well they knew th’ attempt were vain - Here the English side of Tweed to gain; - And so they’ve gone a mile below, - Where gurgling Tweed runs on more slow; - And much they marvel, all the way, - How crossed that gallant daring fay. - - -XIV. - - Meanwhile the hounds round Norham’s base - Have ta’en their way with eager pace; - Have hurried on with ready will - To where the Tweed receives the Till: - Through Tillmouth’s wooded banks they fly, - Whilst Echo answers to the cry;[9] - And then they seek the higher lands, - Where Twizel’s lordly castle stands: - High on her wood surrounded mead, - She views at once both Till and Tweed: - Two fairer streams ne’er met, I ween, - In such a grand and lovely scene; - Where braes and banks, and woods combine, - And swiftly gliding waters shine; - Where distant hills and mountains rise, - And fade beneath th’ expansive skies. - - -XV. - - The Goblin Groom has led the van - O’er hill and dale, through grove and glen; - And as the breast-high scent they ran, - Nor yawning ditch nor boggy fen, - Nor thickset-hedge, nor strong built wall, - Could stop his bold career; - His Elfin Steed disdained to fall, - And dashed impetuous at them all, - Determined each to clear. - And thus he hilter skilter flew, - And distanced all the huntsmen-crew; - Whilst much they wondered such a steed - So well could leap and take the lead. - - -XVI. - - From lordly Twizel’s wide domain, - An opener country now they gain; - No longer dells obstruct the sight: - The fields were large, the soil was light; - The eager hounds increase their pace; - The gallop now becomes a race: - But vain it were for horse to try - To race with one that seemed to fly: - And oft the Goblin looked in rear - As if he sought great D-- --h’s Peer: - For be it known, and it is true, - The Goblin honoured bold B-- --h; - And had he come t’enjoy the chace, - The Goblin sure had slacked his pace; - For, Goblin as he was, he knew - Respect to rank is always due. - - -XVII. - - Past Duddo’s black and ruined tower - The hard pressed Fox has bent his way; - Past Etal’s town and Etal’s bower, - Which in the neighb’ring valley lay: - Climbed they the hills so steep and fair, - Which over Ford’s proud castle stare; - And pleased was every eye, I ween, - Whilst glanced along the princely scene. - The castle first attracts the eye, - In all her ancient majesty: - Meandering Till’s impetuous flow, - Runs wildly in the vale below; - And mountains bleak, and hills of green, - Diversify the giant scene. - Such is the wide domain and hall - Of John the Peer of Delaval. - - -XVIII. - - And now the country bleaker grew, - As to the upland grounds they drew; - A barren waste, so bleak and drear, - Is seen on every side: - No objects to the sight appear - The eye to glad, or heart to cheer, - In all the desert wide. - The ocean blue, with clustered isles,[10] - The only feature here that smiles; - Here glouring[11] o’er the German flood, - Bare Barmoor’s baby castle stood, - With pallid face of new built woe, - Sad contrast to the moor below. - The owner saw the hounds run by, - And, from a tower, joined in the cry; - Wondered he much who it could be - That led the joyous revelry: - To right, or left, the leading hound, - The Goblin Groom was always found. - “Oh!” cried the squire of Barmoor bare, - “Oh! like yon Elf, that I were there!” - Amazement seized his soul to find - The others were a mile behind. - - -XIX. - - From Barmoor’s bare and shrubless hill, - The hounds have doubled back to Till, - And seem to make for Chiviot hill. - Ah! hapless Fox, and dost thou know, - That fated Flodden lies below; - And does not dark foreboding fear - Warn thee that fated Flodden’s near; - And art thou doomed so soon to yield - Thy life on Flodden’s fated field. - - -XX. - - And now old Milfield’s town they gain, - And reach dark Flodden’s dreary plain, - Where, in full cry, and all abreast, - The hounds the wily villain pressed: - The Goblin Groom still keeps his place, - And glories in the varying chace; - No demi volte, nor demi air; - No high curvett, nor terre-a-terre; - No hand to guide the gay croupade, - Nor heel to aid the balotade; - No capriole his skill to shew; - He these disdained, with pas et saut.[12] - Stiff on his stirrups, standing now, - He scorns to touch the saddle bow; - His elbows squared, and head awry, - As if he rode a race; - But none might know, for none might spy, - The Goblin’s spell-bound face: - For were he sprite, or were he fay, - He only shewed his back that day. - - -XXI. - - And now the Fox is losing ground; - Now strains his speed each eager hound; - Now at his brush the foremost prest; - Now at his side, now at his breast; - And now despair o’ercoming fright, - The crafty Fox turns round to fight; - But soon by numbers overthrown, - He yields his life without a groan. - Thus fell the Fox, and, hate aside, - We’ll say, at least, he nobly died. - - -XXII. - - Down from his Poney jumped the Elf, - When, lo! the Poney disappeared; - And now the Goblin Groom himself - Has ta’en the brush, the hounds has cheered; - Has bowed his head to Chiviot gray, - And vanished from the light of day: - And when the distanced horsemen neared - The bloody scene on Flodden’s plain, - No vestige of the Elf appeared; - The Poney too, was sought in vain. - Loud howled each hound; I will presume - They howled at loss of Goblin Groom; - And well they might, for such a fay - Ne’er rode before on hunting day; - And hounds, like ladies fair, I’m told, - Dote on the daring and the bold; - And than the Goblin, we’ll agree, - A bolder there could never be. - - -XXIII. - - On Flodden’s field there stands a bush, - A willow bush where sedges grow, - The fav’rite haunt of Friar Rush:[13] - This bush the neighb’ring shepherds know: - ’Twas here the hounds had killed their prey, - And vanished here the Goblin fay; - And, even to this very day, - The passing shepherd calls the bush, - The Winning-Post of Friar Rush; - And, therefore, I may well presume, - That Friar Rush was Goblin Groom. - - -XXIV. - - I do not rhyme to that dull clown - That has no fancy of his own; - Who thinks on Flodden’s dreary plain - The wearied hunters still remain, - Because not mentioned in my strain; - Who cannot figure in his mind, - That they returned to Dunse and dined; - That flowing bumpers then went round - To every horse, to every hound; - That e’en midst jokes, and converse hot. - The Goblin Groom was not forgot; - And that they sat ’twixt hope and fear, - To see his Elfin form appear; - And that they drank, with honours due, - In three times three, the bold B-- --h; - And midst the wassel-wine and cheer, - They thought on D-- --h’s noble Peer; - And crowned in bowls of rosy wine, - The whole of that illustrious line. - - -L’Envoy, - -TO THE READER. - - Now let the Minstrel bid adieu, - With votive lays, my friends to you: - To you, my friends, he’ll now impart - The wishes of a Minstrel’s heart; - If my poor rede be dull and flat, - Pray blame my head alone for that; - But when I act a friendly part - You must not, cannot, blame my heart. - To every Peer, if Peer there be, - To read my idle minstrelsy, - Unspotted fame, and courage true, - And boundless wealth, like bold B-- --h: - To every Bard that serves his Grace, - A goodly pension or a place; - To every Gardener may there be - A Bard to sing his praise, like me; - And may the bard be favoured too, - With Gardener-friend, dear Wat, like you: - Strong head, strong liquor, and good cheer, - To every Butler, far and near, - That serves a worthy, gallant, Peer: - Long life to all; my friends adieu, - And pray with me for bold B-- --h. - - -THE END OF THE GOBLIN GROOM. - - - - -NOTES. - - - - -NOTES TO CANTO FIRST. - - -NOTE I, P. 16. - - Where garden is, was place of tilt - Or tournament, where blood was spilt; - Where stain’d was many a foeman’s hilt - With blood of knight laid low. - -The martial exercise of Tilting is said to have been introduced some -time between the years 920 and 937, by Henry I of Germany, styled -Anceps, or Falconer, but better known by the appellation of the Fowler: -his motto was, “Tardus ad vindictam, ad beneficentiam velox.”[14] He is -likewise said to have purchased the lance which pierced our Saviour’s -side, and, with it, some of the nails of the holy cross; giving in -exchange a great portion of Suabia, and other valuable gifts. - - -NOTE II, P. 23. - - In the centre, soup was seen - Smoking, from a vase of snow. - -That learned philosopher and prince of culinary perfection, Count -Rumford, has taught the world the mode of preparing ice-cream in a hot -oven, and of sending it freezing to table in a light crust of smoking -pastry. The epicurean reader will be much disappointed if he expects to -find that the above lines allude to some recent improvement in the -science of chemistry, establishing the converse of this discovery; and -that the soup at Dunse was actually served steaming to the company in an -excavated snow-ball. It is hoped, that “a vase of snow” will be allowed -as an appropriate figure for a clean white crockery tureen. - - - - -NOTE III, P. 26, 27. - - The chair is filled! a stranger sat - Upon the honoured seat; - Nor deigned he to doff his hat, - Though more than one had hinted that - Respect was always meet. - But he was heedless of them all, - And thrice he gazed round the hall, - But ne’er a word did he let fall: - Whilst thus he sat, whilst thus he gazed, - The goodly throng were all amazed.-- - -The subject of superstition, as connected with the history of man, -whether it be considered as influencing his character, or as affecting -his conduct in society, seems sufficiently important to occupy the -serious attention of the most learned investigator. It has been treated, -however, with so much ability by an elegant author of our own -times,[15] that, if not altogether exhausted, little more seems left to -the ingenuity of any succeeding writer, than to avail himself, as his -occasions may require, of the store of information thus amply afforded -him. No maxim being more certainly founded on truth, than that early -impressions are generally the most lasting. Would it not be highly -meritorious in any one equal to the task, to favour the public with new -editions of these invaluable productions, Satan’s Invisible World, and -Glanvil’s History of Witchcraft, rendered, on the modern and improved -plan of juvenile education, into easy ditties, to be sung or said by -nurse or child? Might we not then expect to see the pure principles of -poetic taste reared on the solid basis of useful knowledge? - -The following marvellous occurrence, recorded in the letter of a noble -peer, and said to be founded in fact, may appear to the reader of -prosaic fancy, as extremely dull and uninteresting; but as it has been -the ground-work of the present poem, the author cannot think of -refusing it insertion. It will likewise help to increase the volume to -that respectable size which may entitle it to the honours of Russia or -Morocco, and to a distinguished situation on the well arranged shelves -of a modern library. - - “MY DEAR SIR, - - “I obey your commands with some reluctance, in relating the story - of which you have heard so much, and to which your curiosity - appears to be so broad awake. I do it unwillingly, because such - histories depend so much upon the manner in which they are related; - and this, which I have told with such success, and to the midnight - terrors of so many simple souls, will make but a sorry figure in a - written narration.--However, you shall have it. - - - “It was in the early part of-- -- --’s life, that he attended an - hunting club at their sport, when a stranger, of a genteel - appearance, and well mounted, joined the chace, and was observed - to ride with a degree of courage and address that called forth the - utmost astonishment of every one present. The beast he rode was of - amazing powers; nothing stopped them; the hounds could never escape - them; and the huntsman, who was left far behind, swore that the man - and his horse were devils from hell. When the sport was over, the - company invited this extraordinary person to dinner; he accepted - the invitation, and astonished the company as much by the powers of - his conversation, and the elegance of his manners, as by his - equestrian prowess. He was an orator, a poet, a painter, a - musician, a lawyer, a divine; in short, he was every thing, and the - magic of his discourse kept the drowsy sportsmen awake long after - their usual hour. At length, however, wearied nature could be - charmed no more, and the company began to steal away by degrees to - their repose. On his observing the society diminish, he discovered - manifest signs of uneasiness: he therefore gave new force to his - spirits, and new charms to his conversation, in order to detain the - remaining few some time longer. This had some little effect; but - the period could not be long delayed when he was to be conducted to - his chamber. The remains of the company retired also; but they had - scarce closed their eyes, when the house was alarmed by the most - terrible shrieks that were ever heard: several persons were - awakened by the noise; but, its continuance being short, they - concluded it to proceed from a dog who might be accidentally - confined in some part of the house: they very soon, therefore, - composed themselves to sleep, and were very soon awakened by - shrieks and cries of still greater terror than the former. Alarmed - at what they heard, several of them rung their bells, and, when the - servants came, they declared that the horrid sounds proceeded from - the stranger’s chamber. Some of the gentlemen immediately arose, to - inquire into this extraordinary disturbance; and, while they were - dressing themselves for that purpose, deeper groans of despair, and - shriller shrieks of agony, again astonished and terrified them. - After knocking sometime at the stranger’s chamber-door, he answered - them as one awakened from sleep, declared he had heard no noise, - and, rather in an angry tone, desired he might not be again - disturbed. Upon this they returned to one of their chambers, and - had scarce begun to communicate their sentiments to each other, - when their conversation was interrupted by a renewal of yells, - screams, and shrieks, which, from the horror of them, seemed to - issue from the throats of damned and tortured spirits. They - immediately followed the sounds, and traced them to the stranger’s - chamber, the door of which they instantly burst open, and found him - upon his knees in bed, in the act of scourging himself with the - most unrelenting severity, his body streaming with blood. On their - seizing his hand to stop the strokes, he begged them, in the most - wringing tone of voice, as an act of mercy, that they would retire, - assuring them that the cause of their disturbance was over, and - that in the morning he would acquaint them with the reasons of the - terrible cries they had heard, and the melancholy sight they saw. - After a repetition of his entreaties, they retired; and in the - morning some of them went to his chamber, but he was not there; - and, on examining the bed, they found it to be one gore of blood. - Upon further inquiry, the groom said, that, as soon as it was - light, the gentleman came to the stable booted and spurred, desired - his horse might be immediately saddled, and appeared to be - extremely impatient till it was done, when he vaulted instantly - into his saddle, and rode out of the yard on full speed.--Servants - were immediately dispatched into every part of the surrounding - country, but not a single trace of him could be found; such a - person had not been seen by any one, nor has he been since heard - of. - - - “The circumstances of this strange story were immediately committed - to writing, and signed by every one who were witnesses to them, - that the future credibility of any one, who should think proper to - relate them, might be duly supported. Among the subscribers to the - truth of this history are some of the first names of this - century.--It would now, I believe, be impertinent to add any thing - more, than that I am, yours, &c.” - -If farther proof were necessary to shew, that the dominion of -superstition is not altogether confined, as has been erroneously -supposed, to the heroes of romance, it might be found in the learned -support afforded, but a few years ago, to the predictions of the -unfortunate Prophet Brothers: And although the sublime and simple truths -of the Christian faith have given a fatal blow to the superstitious -absurdities of more early creeds, our propensity to the marvellous, has -still retained sufficient influence, to screen from detection the -grossest impositions of the Roman Church. Among the numberless -deceptions, which Popish craft has successfully practised upon the -credulity of its votaries, one has been handed down by a venerable -historian, the insertion of which cannot fail to gratify the enlightened -commentators and note-compilers of the present age.-- - - - “Qui, cum die quadam tale aliquid foris ageret, digressis ad - ecclesiam sociis, ut dicere cœperam, et episcopus solus in oratorio - loci, lectioni vel orationi operam daret; audivit repente, ut - postea referebat, vocem suavissimam cantantium atque lætantium de - cœlo ad terras usque descendere: quam videlicet vocem ab Euro - austro, id est, ab alto brumalis, exortam, primo se audisse - dicebat, ac deinde paulatim eam sibi appropiare, donec ad tectum - usque oratorii, in quo erat Episcopus, perveniret; quod ingressa - totum implevit, atque in gyro circundedit. At ille, dum solicitus - in ea quæ audiebat, animum intenderet, audivit denuo transacto - quasi dimidiæ horæ spatio, ascendere de tecto ejusdem oratorii idem - lætitiæ canticum; et ipsa qua venerat via, ad cœlos usque cum - ineffabili dulcedine, reverti. Qui cum aliquantulum horæ quasi - attonitus maneret, et quid hæc essent solerti animo scrutaretur, - aperuit Episcopus fenestram oratorii, et sonitum manu faciens, ut - sæpius consuevit, siquis foris esset, ad se intrare præcepit. - Introivit ille concitus; cui dixit antistes: vade cito ad - ecclesiam, et hos septem fratres huc venire facito; tu quoque simul - adesto. Qui cum venissent, primo admonuit eos, ut virtutem - dilectionis et pacis, ad invicem et ad omnes fideles servarent. - Instituta quoque disciplinæ regularis, quæ vel ab ipso - didicissent, vel in ipso vidissent, vel in patrum præcedentium - factis sive dictis invenissent, indefessa instantia sequerentur. - Deinde subjunxit, diem sui obitus jam proxime instare. Namque - hospes, inquit, ille amabilis, qui fratres nostros visitare - solebat, ad me quoque hodie venire, meque de seculo evocare - dignatus est. Propter quod revertentes ad ecclesiam, dicite - fratribus, ut et meum exitum Domino precibus commendent, et suum - quoque exitum, (cujus hora incerta est), vigiliis, orationibus, - bonis operibus, prævenire meminerint. Cumque hæc et hujusmodi plura - loqueretur, atque illi, percepta ejus benedictione, jam multum - tristes exiissent, rediit ipse solus, qui carmen cœleste audierat, - et prosternens se in terram, Obsecro, inquit pater, licetne aliquid - interrogare? Interroga, inquit, quod vis. At ille, Obsecro, inquit, - ut dicas, quod erat canticum illud lætantium, quod audivi, - venientium de cœlis super oratorium hoc, et post tempus redeuntium - ad cœlos. Respondit ille; Si vocem carminis audivisti, et cœlestes - supervenire cœtus cognovisti, præcipio tibi in nomine Domini, ne - hoc cuiquam, ante meum obitum, dicas. Revera autem Angelorum fuere - spiritus, qui me ad cœlestia, quæ semper amabam ac desiderabam, - præmia vocare venerunt; et post dies septem se redituros, ac me - secum adducturos esse promiserunt. Quod quidem ita ut dictum ei - erat opere completum est. Nam confestim languore corporis tactus - est, et hoc per dies ingravescente, septimo (ut promissum ei - fuerat) die, postquam obitum suum dominici corporis, et sanguinis - perceptione munivit, soluta ab ergastulo corporis anima sancta, - ducentibus (ut credi fas est), angelis comitibus, æterna gaudia - petivit.” - - E HIST. ECCLES. VENER. BED. - - - - -NOTE IV, P. 28. - - A pea-green jerkin on his back, - All dabbled by a splashing hack.-- - -The dress of this little stranger, and his manner of introducing himself -to the festival, must satisfy the reader that the Goblin Groom is one -of those supernatural sportsmen usually termed Fairies. In the sequel, -however, it will appear evident, that he owes his origin to the hardy -race of northern Elves, rather than to the more delicate family of -eastern Peris.[16] - -The existence of the Fairy, like that of the Mermaid, no longer rests on -the credulity of the ignorant, but is confirmed and established by -attestations no less respectable than the affidavits so frequently made -before the Lord Mayor of London, in support of the infallibility of a -quack and his nostrums. - -In the isle of Man, where sportsmen of more tangible materials enjoy a -temporary security, these little supernaturals, probably under similar -circumstances, find an agreeable retreat. In the Minstrelsy of the -Scottish Borders, on the unrefuted authority of Mr. Waldron, we have -the following interesting particulars.-- - - “Like the FELD ELFEN of the Saxons, the usual dress of the Fairies - is green; though, on the moors, they have been sometimes observed - in heath-brown, or in weeds dyed with the stoneraw, or lichen. They - often ride in invisible procession, when their presence is - discovered by the shrill ringing of their bridles. On these - occasions, they sometimes borrow mortal steeds; and when such are - found at morning, panting and fatigued in their stalls, with their - manes and tails dishevelled and entangled, the grooms, I presume, - often find this a convenient excuse for their situation; as the - common belief of the elves quaffing the choicest liquors in the - cellars of the rich, (see the story of Lord Duffus below), might - occasionally cloak the delinquencies of an unfaithful butler. - - “The Fairies, beside their equestrian processions, are addicted, it - would seem, to the pleasures of the chace. A young sailor, - travelling by night from Douglas, in the Isle of Man, to visit his - sister, residing in Kirk Merlugh, heard the noise of horses, the - holla of a huntsman, and the sound of a horn. Immediately - afterwards, thirteen horsemen, dressed in green, and gallantly - mounted, swept past him. Jack was so much delighted with the sport, - that he followed them, and enjoyed the sound of the horn for some - miles; and it was not till he arrived at his sister’s house that he - learned the danger which he had incurred. I must not omit to - mention, that these little personages are expert jockeys, and scorn - to ride the little Manks ponies, though apparently well suited to - their size. The exercise, therefore, falls heavily upon the English - and Irish horses brought into the Isle of Man. Mr. Waldron was - assured by a gentleman of Ballafletcher, that he had lost three or - four capital hunters by these nocturnal excursions. - - WALDRON’S WORKS, P. 132.” - - - -It is to be lamented, for the comfort of that valuable class of society -denominated Hunting-Grooms, that their masters do not look into the -casualties of their studs with the discriminating eye of the worthy -gentleman of Ballafletcher. - - -NOTE V, P. 29. - - And every toast with ready will - His elfin hand consents to fill. - Heavens! what a wondrous draught he drew - Whene’er they toasted bold B-- --h. - -Monsieur Mallet, the learned author of the ingenious work on Northren -Antiquities, seems to consider Fairies and Elves as synonymous terms. In -his remarks on the ninth fable of the Edda, we find him thus expressing -himself.--“ALFHEIM signifies, in Gothic, the abode of the Genii, that -is, the Fairies of the male-sex.” To prove the Gothic origin of our Elf, -we need only appeal to the devotion he shews to the bottle. His conduct -at the Dunse Festival is truly northern, and the mighty Thor himself, -the great champion of Scandinavian revelry, could not have displayed -greater zeal in emptying the enchanted horn.--But of this the reader may -judge by perusing the Gothic fable.-- - - - THE TWENTY-FIFTH FABLE. - - _Of the Trials that Thor underwent._ - - “Then the king asked Thor, in what art he would choose to give - proof of that dexterity for which he was so famous. Thor replied, - that he would contest the prize of drinking with any person - belonging to his court. The king consented, and immediately went - into his palace to look for a large horn, out of which his - courtiers were obliged to drink when they had committed any - trespass against the customs of the court.[17] This the cup-bearer - filled to the brim, and presented to Thor, whilst the king spake - thus.--Whoever is a good drinker, will empty that horn at a single - draught; some persons make two of it; but the most puny drinker of - all can do it at three. Thor looked at the horn, and was astonished - at its length;[18] however, as he was very thirsty, he set it to - his mouth, and, without drawing breath, pulled as long and as - deeply as he could, that he might not be obliged to make a second - draught of it; but when he withdrew the cup from his mouth, in - order to look in, he could scarcely perceive any of the liquor - gone. To it he went again with all his might, but succeeded no - better than before. At last, full of indignation, he again set the - horn to his lips, and exerted himself to the utmost to empty it - entirely: then looking in, he found that the liquor was a little - lowered; upon this, he resolved to attempt it no more, but gave - back the horn. I now see plainly, says the king, that thou art not - quite so stout as we thought thee; but art thou willing to make - any more trials? I am sure, says Thor, such draughts as I have been - drinking, would not have been reckoned small among the Gods. - - MALLET’S NORTH. ANTIQ. VOL. II, P. 126-127.” - - - - - - -NOTES TO CANTO SECOND. - - -NOTE I, P. 60. - - He strode a poney, lank and lean, - That looked as if astray ’t had been; - Dun was its hue, with flowing-mane; - The tail was black, and like a train-- - -Contrary to the custom of the Manx Fairies, it might be inferred, that -our Groom had just returned from the sanctuary of sportsmen, with a nag -of the native breed. But having already made considerable progress in -establishing the origin of the rider, we shall now take some pains in -proving to our readers the pedigree of the steed: and in asserting him -to be from the stock of the far-famed Sleipner, we hope to be borne out -by his performances, and confirmed by probability in our opinion. The -circumstance of that noted stallion having had eight legs, does not in -the least degree weaken our belief in the genuine descent of the -Goblin’s poney; for, reasoning by analogy, we have never yet heard of a -parent with a wooden-leg transmitting timber-toes to posterity. - -To those sportsmen who confine their genealogical inquiries to the -general stud-book and racing-calendar, we present, in the words of the -Gothic Edda, the history of a horse, more famed than the Childer’s Barb, -or the Godolphin Arabian.-- - - - HISTORIA VICESIMA PRIMA. - - _Quomodo Loco procreavit equum Sleipnerum cum Svadilfaro._ - - “Faber quidam Asas adveniens, ad urbem illis ædificandam per tres - annos sese obtulit, eamque adeo munitam, ut tuta esset ab - incursionibus Gigantum. Mercedem vero laboris Frejam postulavit, ut - et lunam solemque. Dii vero, inito consilio, paciscuntur; si vero - quid laboris prima die æstatis superesset, præmium amitteret; - nullius vero opera ei uti liceret. Hic de auxilio equi sui - Svadelfari tantum pactus fuit. Omnia vero hæc fiebant, dirigente et - instigante Locone. Hic urbam ædificaturus, noctu per equum lapides - attraxit. Asis mirum videbatur, eam tam magnos adferre montes; nec - non equum plus, quam fabrum, conficere. Pacto autem multi - interfuere testes: quippe cum gigas videretur non satis tutus inter - Asas, si hic esset, Toro domum reverso. Qui jam mari Baltico - trajecto, hinc per amnes et fluvios ad Asiam progressus, (quod - priscis Austerveg audit) bellum cum gigantibus gessit. Urbs fuit - munita et tam alta, ut perspicere non valeres. Tribus vero reliquis - fabro diebus, Dii congregati solia sua ascendentes quæsiverunt, - quisnam auctor esset, ut Freya in Jotunheimiam elocaretur? ut et - aer perderetur, inducta cœlo calligine, sublatum solem et lunam - dando gigantibus. Illos vero inter conventum fuit, Loconem hoc - dedisse consilium. Dicebant, eum misera morte afficiendum esse, - nisi rationem, qua faber mercedem amitteret, inveniret, adjicientes - fore ut statim illum comprehenderent. Examinatus vero jurejurando - promisit se effecturum, ut faber mercede frustraretur, quicquid - tandem huic negotio impenderet. Fabro autem lapidis advehendi - causa, cum Svadilfaro, egressuro, ex sylva prosiliit equa quædam - solitaria, equo adhinniens. Quam conspicatus equus, in furorem - actus, rupto fune, eam adcurrit, jam in sylvam accelerantem, - insequente fabro, equum assecuturo. Equa vero totam per noctem - discurrente, faber impeditus fuit, quominus, hac nocte, una cum die - sequente, opus, uti antea, fuerit continuatum. Quo cognito, animo - percellitur giganteo. Quo viso, juramentis non parcentes Torum - invocarunt: qui statim adveniens, vibrato in aera malleo, dataque - mercede, occisum fabrum in Niflheimium detrusit. Loconi vero cum - Svadilfaro res fuit, ut equuleum genuerit nomine Sleipnerum, octo - habentem pedes. - - EDDA, FAB. XXI, OPERA ET STUDIO JO. GORANSON.” - - - - -NOTE II, P. 63. - - The Goblin Groom now screamed a scream; - For Goblins hate a running stream; - And, if the truth my records say, - The Elfin Poney neighed a neigh. - -The terror of the inhabitants of Alfheim, or Fairy land, for running -water, has been too often asserted to require much comment. Unlicensed -spirits, that wander on the face of the earth, with intentions injurious -to mankind, are always represented as tortured with hydrophobia. The -author cannot hope that he has painted the Goblin’s terror in all the -glowing colours of a Burns,[19] or with the finer tints of a Scott; yet -he flatters himself some beauty may be found, by the admirers of -pleonastic redundancy, in the passage expressive of the horror of the -horse and rider; and he feels that, in this judgment, he will be -supported by the most classical authorities in the English language; -_e.g._ - - -GILES SCROGGINS. - - Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown, - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; - The fairest wench in all the town, - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; - He bought a ring with posie true, - “If you loves I as I loves you, - “No knife can cut our love in two.” - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido. - - But scissars cut as well as knives, - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; - And quite unsartin’s all our lives, - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; - The day they were to have been wed, - Fate’s scissars cut poor Giles’s thread, - So they could not be mar-ri-ed. - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido. - - Poor Molly laid her down to weep, - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; - And cried herself quite fast asleep, - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; - When, standing all by the bed-post, - A figure tall her sight engrossed, - And it cried, I beez Giles Scroggins’ Ghost! - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido. - - The Ghost it said, all solemnly, - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; - O Molly, you must go with I! - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; - All to the grave, your love to cool.-- - She says, I am not dead, you fool!-- - Says the Ghost, says he, Vy that’s no rule. - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido. - - The Ghost he seized her, all so grim, - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; - All for to go along with him; - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido. - “Come, come, said he, ere morning beam.”-- - “I vont!” said she, and she screamed a scream-- - Then she woke and found she dreamed a dream. - Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido. - -And again,-- - - With rapid round the Baron bent; - He sighed a sigh, he prayed a prayer; - The prayer was to his patron Saint, - The sigh was to his lady fair. - - LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL. - - -NOTE III, P. 66. - - And thus he hilter skilter flew, - And distanced all the huntsmen-crew. - -We cannot give a better idea of the hilter skilter mode of riding with -hounds, than by quoting the truly classical words of an accomplished -Leicestershire sportsman, who is equally celebrated as a painter and a -poet.-- - - And next in the cluster - See Wor’ster and Muster; - Now Muster sets Wor’ster, - Now Wor’ster beats Muster; - Now Muster is first, Sir, - And Wor’ster is burst, Sir: - Such bunglers as those are - Ought both to be curst, Sir. - -Although we in general disapprove of Parodies, the above is so -excellent, and so applicable to our subject, that we sacrifice our -principles for the gratification of our readers. - - -NOTE IV, P. 72. - - No demi volte, nor demi air; - No high curvett, nor terre-a-terre; - No hand to guide the gay croupade. - Nor heel to aid the balotade; - No capriole his skill to shew; - He these disdained, with pas et saut. - -It must be truly gratifying to yeomanry officers, and those who have not -had the advantages of an equestrian education, that, in works of fancy, -they may be at once amused and instructed with valuable hints on -horsemanship; and believing, as we do, that those who have feasted on -the pages of Marmion are now enabled to take a leading part in a meslee -or fight, we shall proceed to forward them in their pursuits, by -recommending to their attention Astley’s explanation of the Croupade. - -The Tailor too of Brentford will be enjoyed with greater glee, when the -spectators do not curb their mirth by a fellow-feeling for the Cockney -equestrian. - - - “CROUPADE. - - “The horse leaps into the air with all his feet off the ground at - one and the same time, and without stretching out those behind: by - an attention to this action, much good might result to the cavalry; - and here I will relate a manœuvre, to which I often had recourse in - 1761, and at other periods of the seven years war. I instructed my - horse to strike an object, or objects, at the will of the rider, - within a given distance, before, behind, or together; and necessity - furnished me with the idea. - - “In patroling, a soldier sometimes wants a guide, and gentle means - often prove ineffectual to induce a peasant to quit his bed, at - the dead of the night, for the accommodation of others,--to - dismount for the purpose of procuring admittance into a house, at - such a time, barred and bolted within, and perhaps in an enemy’s - country, would be dangerous. I knew my duty, and, ere this, my - horse knew his. On approaching the door, I caused him to strike it - with his fore-feet; and if this did not answer my purpose, (for it - would sometimes fail), I faced him about, when, with his croup, he - would break the door in pieces: this he would accomplish in a few - moments, to the surprise and terror of the inhabitants: on the - other hand, when upon the defensive, no person could approach me - without danger; and when on the offensive, and animated at my - pleasure, to the highest pitch, he would strike in every direction, - and clear his way! - - ASTLEY’S EQUESTRIAN EDUCATION, P. 177.” - - - -We do not remember that La Broue has any where pointed out the -application of this useful air du Manège, as the French term it. - - -NOTE V, P. 74. - - Loud howled each hound; I will presume - They howled at loss of Goblin Groom; - And well they might, for such a fay - Ne’er rode before on hunting day;-- - -Though not exactly authorized by the writer of the following poem, yet -we cannot think he will take offence at our availing ourselves of its -beauties, to illustrate the fidelity and attachment of the canine -species to their masters, and those who have shared with them in the -dangers and fatigues of the chace. We extract this poem from a Calcutta -Gazette of 1807.-- - - -BETH-GELERT, - -OR - -THE GRAVE OF THE GREYHOUND.[20] - - The spearmen heard the bugle sound, - And cheerly smiled the morn, - And many a brach, and many a hound, - Obeyed Llewelyn’s horn. - - And still he blew a louder blast, - And gave a lustier cheer, - “Come, Gelert, come, wer’t never last - “Llewelyn’s horn to hear. - - “Oh! where does faithful Gelert roam, - “The flower of all his race? - “So true, so brave; a lamb at home, - “A lion in the chace!” - - ’Twas only at Llewelyn’s board - The faithful Gelert fed; - He watched, he served, he cheered his lord, - And sentineled his bed. - - In sooth he was a peerless hound, - The gift of royal John; - But now no Gelert could be found, - And all the chace rode on. - - And now, as o’er the rocks and dells - The gallant chidings rise, - All Snowdon’s craggy chaos yells - The many mingled cries! - - That day Llewelyn little loved - The chace of hart or hare, - And scant and small the booty proved, - For Gelert was not there. - - Unpleased, Llewelyn homeward hied: - When, near the portal seat, - His truant Gelert he espied - Bounding his lord to greet. - - But, when he gained his castle door, - Aghast the chieftain stood; - The hound all o’er was smeared with gore, - His lips, his fangs, ran blood. - - Llewelyn gazed with fierce surprise:-- - Unused such looks to meet, - His fav’rite checked his joyful guise, - And crouched and licked his feet. - - Onward in haste Llewelyn past, - And on went Gelert too, - And still, where’er his eyes he cast, - Fresh blood-gouts shocked his view. - - O’erturned his infant’s bed he found, - With blood-stained covert rent; - And all around, the walls and ground - With recent blood besprent. - - He called his child, no voice replied; - He searched with terror wild; - Blood, blood he found on every side; - But no where found his child. - - “Hell-hound! my child by thee’s devoured!” - The frantic father cried; - And to the hilt his vengeful sword - He plunged in Gelert’s side. - - His suppliant looks, as prone he fell, - No pity could impart: - But still his Gelert’s dying yell - Passed heavy o’er his heart. - - Aroused by Gelert’s dying yell - Some slumberer wakened nigh: - What words the parent’s joy could tell - To hear his infant’s cry! - - Concealed beneath a tumbled heap, - His hurried search had missed: - All glowing from his rosy sleep, - The cherub boy he kissed. - - Nor scath had he, nor harm, nor dread; - But the same couch beneath - Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead, - Tremendous still in death. - - Ah, what was then Llewelyn’s pain! - For now the truth was clear; - His gallant hound the wolf had slain, - To save Llewelyn’s heir. - - Vain, vain was all Llewelyn’s woe: - “Best of thy kind adieu! - “The frantic blow, which laid thee low, - “This heart shall ever rue.” - - And now a gallant tomb they raise, - With costly sculpture deckt; - And marbles storied with his praise, - Poor Gelert’s bones protect. - - There never could the spearman pass, - Or forester, unmoved; - There oft the tear-besprinkled grass - Llewelyn’s sorrow proved. - - And there he hung his horn and spear, - And there, as evening fell, - In Fancy’s ear he oft would hear - Poor Gelert’s dying yell. - - And till great Snowdon’s rocks grow old, - And cease the storm to brave, - The consecrated spot shall hold - The name of “Gelert’s Grave!” - - -NOTE VI, P. 76. - - The passing shepherd calls the bush, - The Winning-Post of Friar Rush;-- - -This Friar, or “esprit follet,” is a gentleman of as many names and -titles as any Spanish Grandee; “Will o’ the Wisp,” however, is the name -he is best known by, when stript of his ecclesiastical honours: he has -always been considered a tricky knave, and is thus spoken of in -Marmion.-- - - Better we had through mire and bush - Been lanthorn led by Friar Rush. - -MARMION, CANTO IV, P. 187. - - -NOTE VII, P. 79. - - To every Bard that serves his Grace, - A goodly pension or a place;-- - -We here call upon our readers, to attend to the origin of the word Bard; -inasmuch as, that term has become applicable to poem-mongers in general. -The learned Mr. Prideaux informs us,-- - - “BARDUS possessed his father Druis’ place. To his ancestors - Phylosophy, Magick, Politicks, Rites and Ceremonies, this man added - Poetry, and set all their excellencies at a higher key. 2. From him - we have the ancient Bardi, the chroniclers of all heroick actions, - and commenders of their performers, to the imitation of their - posterity, whom an ancient poet thus bespeaketh,-- - - Vos quoq. qui fortes animas belloq. peremtas, - Laudibus in longum vates deducitis ævum. - Plurima securi fudistis carmina Bardi. - - Then you brave Bards securely song, - The praise of dead Pears; - In lofty strains, for to prolong - Their fame for many years. - - 3. Their esteem was such amongst the greatest commanders, that if - two armies were even at push of pike, and a Bard had step’d in - between them, they would have held their hands, harkened to their - advice, and not have offered to strike until he were out of danger. - 4. Famous amongst those Bards (before the coming of our Saviour) - were held Plenidius and Glaskirion, and of late years, Davye Dee, - David ap Williams and others. They say the island Bardsey had - Bardorum Insula, its name, from them, and Aquila, Perdix, Patrick, - Maddoch, and both the Merlins the wisards, were from this - institution.” - - PRIDEAUX’S INTRODUCTION TO HISTORY, P. 255-256. - - - -Although the terms Bard and Poet are those in more general use to -express the rhyme-weaving brotherhood, yet there are words of Gothic -origin which may still be found of uncommon meaning, and, on certain -occasions, even more significant than the former. Thus, a dame -declaiming in heroics to her waiting-women and children, is denominated -a Scold, from the Scalds or Poets of Iceland; and the term Bragger may, -from “Brage” of the Goths, be employed to designate a blustering -Poetaster, who claims, for alleged facility and unquestionable length of -composition, the applause reserved for creative genius and continued -exertion. - - -THE END. - - -_Printed by Alex. Lawrie & Co. Edinburgh._ - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[1] In this happy manner of expressing his admiration of the object -before him, the author assures his readers, that he lays no claim to -originality. - -[2] Bumble or bumbart bee. _Vide_ Dr. Jamieson’s Dictionary. - -[3] North of the Tweed _beast_ is applied, as a general term, to -animals, without distinction. - -[4] The following anecdote, with many others equally interesting, is -recorded in a very _rare_ work, to be found in few _collections, however -excellent_. A gentleman and his friend, passing along Oxford Road, were -stopped by an immense crowd near Hyde Park, and, on inquiring into the -cause, were told that a person of the name of Vowel was leading to -execution at Tyburn. “I wonder what vowel it can be,” (cried the one). -“It is neither U nor I, (replied the other), so let us pass on.” JOE -MILLER, a very old edition. - -[5] Dunse, supposed to be derived from the old Celtic word _Dun_, a -hill, is situated in the centre of the county of Berwick, near to the -Lammermoor hills,--is famous for its _cabbages_,--from its being the -birth-place of _Duns Scotus_,--and from the number of _alehouses_ which -it contains. For an account of its places of ancient strength, _vide_ -Statistical Account of Scotland, vol. iv. - -[6] Whitadder and Blackadder, probably corruptions of Whitewater and -Blackwater, two streams which, uniting in their course, empty themselves -into the Tweed a little above Berwick. - -[7] Those who feel with the author on this subject, will consult, with -peculiar pleasure, the general tenor of our Parliamentary Reports. - -[8] - - O fortes pejoraque passi - Mecum sæpe viri nunc vino pellite curas - Cras ingens iterabimus æquor. - - HOR. ODE 7, LIB. 1. - - -[9] Et vox assensu nemorum ingeminata remugit. - - GEORG. III. - - -[10] The Fern Islands. - -[11] Looking intensely. Dr. Jamieson gives the following authority for -this meaning of the word.-- - - “He girnt, he _glourt_, he gapt, as he war weid.” - DUNBAR, MAITLAND POEMS, p. 77. - - -[12] - - Il monte avec la main les eperons et gaule, - Le cheval de pegase qui volle en capriole, - Il monte si haut qu’il touche de sa teste les cieux, - Et par ses merveilles ravit en extasses les Dieux, - Les chevaux corruptible qui la bas sur terre son - En courbettes demi-airs terre-à-tere vont - Avec humilite soumission et bassesse, - L’adorer, comme Dieu et auteur de leur adresse. - - _See a General System of Horsemanship, &c. - by the DUKE OF NEWCASTLE._ - - -[13] Alias “Will o’ the Wisp,”--alias, in Scotland, “Spunkie.” The -reader who is anxious for farther information on this interesting -subject is referred to the notes on MARMION. - -[14] Hedio. Sleidan. - -[15] SCOTT. _Vide_ Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, vol. ii. - -[16] By some etymologists of that learned class, who not only know -whence words come, but also whither they are going, the term _Fairy_, or -_Faërie_, is derived from _Faë_, which is again derived from _Nympha_. -It is more probable the term is of oriental origin, and is derived from -the Persic, through the medium of the Arabic. In Persic, the term _Peri_ -expresses a species of imaginary being, which resembles the Fairy in -some of its qualities, and is one of the fairest creatures of romantic -fancy. - - _MINSTRELSY OF THE SCOTTISH BORDER, p. 115-116._ - - -[17] Our modern Bachanals will here observe, that punishing by a bumper -is not an invention of these degenerate days. The ancient Danes were -great Topers. - -[18] The drinking vessels of the northern nations were the horns of -animals, of their natural length, only tipt with silver, &c. 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Fenwick, Esq.</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: December 16, 2021 [eBook #66950]</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Character set encoding: UTF-8</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: Charlene Taylor and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.)</div> - -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE GOBLIN GROOM ***</div> -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="c"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" height="500" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h1>THE GOBLIN GROOM;</h1> - -<p class="cb"><span class="big"><span class="eng">A Tale</span> -<br /><br /> -OF DUNSE.<br /><br /> -<small>BY</small><br /><br /> - -R. O. FENWICK, Esq.</span></p> - -<hr class="full20a" /> - -<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Thus, while I ape the measure wild</i></span><br /> -<i>Of tales that charmed me yet a child,</i><br /> -<i>Rude though they be, still with the chime</i><br /> -<i>Return the thoughts of early time.</i>—<span class="smcap">Scott.</span> -</div></div> - -<hr class="full20b" /> - -<p class="c"><b>EDINBURGH:</b><br /><br /> - -<small>PRINTED BY ALEX. LAWRIE & CO.<br /><br /> - -FOR ALEX. LAWRIE, EDINBURGH;<br /> -<small>AND</small><br /> -J. RIDGWAY, LONDON.</small><br /> -——<br /> -1809.<br /><br /><br /><br /> -<small>TO THOSE ADMIRERS<br /><br /> - -OF ENGLISH POETRY<br /><br /> - -WHO WISH TO SEE IT RESTORED TO ITS<br /><br /> - -“<span class="big"><i>OLD STYLE OF PATHOS</i></span>,”<br /><br /> - -THE FOLLOWING POEM<br /><br /> - -IS RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED<br /><br /> - -BY<br /><br /></small> - -THE AUTHOR.</p> - -<h2><a name="ADVERTISEMENT" id="ADVERTISEMENT"></a>ADVERTISEMENT.</h2> - -<p class="nind"><i><span class="smcap">The</span> Author of the Goblin Groom can, on no consideration, be induced to -follow the example of the amiable and justly celebrated Madame de -Genlis, who, in her Historical Romance of the Chevaliers du Cygne, -observes,—“Enfin l’ideè de faire mourir l’heroine de l’histoire des les -premieres pages, et cependant de s’occuper d’elle jusqu’ a la fin, est -peutetre assez neuve pour meriter quelqu’ indulgence.” Could he, on the -contrary, prolong the precious life of his exalted hero, but for a -single day, he should feel more real delight, than the indulgence due to -the most afflicting novelty can possibly confer. But though unable to -guard him from the blow, which the unrelenting hand of time must one day -inflict, the author can at least promise, if he shall himself survive -the catastrophe, to restore him to the respectful consideration of his -readers, in a form at once congenial to the spirit of poetry, and -suitable to the taste and temper of the times. To some of his readers, -it may be necessary to remark, which must readily occur to the attention -of the critic, that his true hero is only to be discovered, by the -frequent allusions to his high rank and acknowledged virtues; and having -thus divested the Goblin of the precedency, which he might otherwise -appear to have usurped, it now only remains to give his readers a -general idea of the story. It turns on the several incidents of a -fox-chace, but is called a Tale of Dunse, because in that favourite</i> -<small>RENDEZVOUS</small> <i>of the lovers of the chace, the Goblin first made his -appearance. That the minds of his readers may be as perfectly prepared, -as he could wish, for the manners of the age in which it is laid, he -apprizes them, that the poem opens on the last day of April 1806, and -concludes with the death of a fox on Flodden Field twenty-four hours -thereafter. The country over which he has accompanied his elfin fay and -merry pack, he has viewed with the rapid glance of a sportsman, and -therefore trusts, that his hasty and imperfect sketch will not be -regarded with the too scrupulous eye of rigid criticism. With all its -faults, but without further apology, he commits it to its fate, and, -notwithstanding the protecting influence of wire-wove,—broad -margin,—high price,—and hot-press, he is not without feeling some -apprehensions concerning its success.</i></p> - -<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS.</h2> - -<table cellpadding="3"> - -<tr><td colspan="3">  </td><td class="rt"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> - -<tr><td colspan="2">  </td><td class="pdd"><i>Introduction to Canto First</i>—<span class="smcap">To Walter Marrowfat</span>, <i>Gardener to his Grace the Duke of B— —h</i></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_1">1</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td rowspan="4" valign="top">CANTO</td><td class="rt">I.</td><td class="pdd"> <span class="smcap">The Hostel, or Inn</span>,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_13">13</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td colspan="1">  </td><td class="pdd"><i>Introduction to Canto Second</i>—<span class="smcap">To Benjamin Buffet</span>, <i>Butler to his Grace the Duke of B— —h</i></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_37">37</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td class="rt">II.</td><td class="pdd"> <span class="smcap">The Fox Chace</span>,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_47">47</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td colspan="1">  </td><td class="pdd"><i>Notes to Canto First</i></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_81">81</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td colspan="2">  </td><td class="pdd"><i>Notes to Canto Second</i></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_103">103</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<h2><a name="ERRATA" id="ERRATA"></a>ERRATA.</h2> - -<table cellpadding="1"> -<tr><td align="left">Page 40, line 1, <i>for</i> mintrel’s <i>read</i> minstrel’s.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Pages 53 and 57, head line, <i>for</i> <small>FOX-CHASE</small> <i>read</i> <small>FOX-CHACE</small>.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Page 72, line 5, note, <i>for</i> son <i>read</i> sont.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2.2em;">83, line 9, <i>for</i> Anceps <i>read</i> Auceps.</span></td></tr> -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_1" id="page_1">{1}</a></span></p> - -<h1>THE GOBLIN GROOM.</h1> - -<hr class="full20a" /> -<p class="c"><span class="eng">Introduction to Canto First.</span></p> -<hr class="full20b" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_2" id="page_2">{2}</a></span>  </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_3" id="page_3">{3}</a></span>  </p> - -<h2><a name="TO_WALTER_MARROWFAT" id="TO_WALTER_MARROWFAT"></a>TO WALTER MARROWFAT,<br /><br /> -<i>GARDENER TO HIS GRACE THE D— OF B— —H</i>.</h2> - -<p class="r"> -<i>Edinburgh.</i><br /> -</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Walter</span>, at last, in order due,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The minstrel tunes his harp to you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very notes of friendship dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are cordial to a poet’s ear:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then why, my Walter, should I care<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From whence you come, or who you are.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What! tho’ no royal blood should flow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro’ veins of blue and breast of snow:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_4" id="page_4">{4}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho’ lowest of the low you be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still you shall hear my minstrelsy:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enough to me it is that you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are vassal to the bold B— —h;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For to my heart they still are dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who serve that stout, that valiant peer.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now, my friend, ’tis right to ask,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How thrives your culinary task?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seems it to me the cultured soil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should glow beneath your sun-burnt toil.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see thy face with ruddy glow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smile on the rising cabbage row;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now, methinks, I feel thy glee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I, my friend, can feel like thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en at the peeping of a pea;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_5" id="page_5">{5}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just when the germ has broke the soil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very sight repays thy toil.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O, Cultivation! Ceres’ child,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foe to the hill and desert wild!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foe to the mountain and the moor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Friend to the hungry and the poor!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But let me not, with thoughts elate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forget my Walter’s garden gate:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all the gates so wonderous fair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here round the princely dwelling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Watty’s gate, beyond compare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All these is far excelling!<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I forgot the garden fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sought the barren mountain bare.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_6" id="page_6">{6}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er Tiviot’s hills, I bent my way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgetful of my minstrel lay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor thought I much of this or that,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till fancy painted Marrowfat.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She painted Walter as I’ve seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When weeding D— —h’s walks so green;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To noble dames, just bent to bow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dejected head, erected hoe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proclaimed respect to ladye fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shewed her that defence was there.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas diffidence and manly pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bows, yet shews the power to chide.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Above the common height of man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Walter stands at least a span:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A brow of jet, a fiery eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like planet in a sable sky,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_7" id="page_7">{7}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shone from my fancy’s painted chief;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then, to give the scene relief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A nose projecting curvedly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nose befitting well the eye.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vails it not me, alas! to speak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of bushy lip, or cherry cheek;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To say I saw my Walter smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’d rather pause a little while:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For bootless is the task to paint,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When fancy’s self is far too faint,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To shew the gardener of B— —h,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In form exact, and colours true.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How happy passed my early days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With thee in D— —h’s groves of bays;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When slinking sly, from bush to bush,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We sought to catch the nestling thrush;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_8" id="page_8">{8}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or when supported, friend, by thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I climbed the giant cherry-tree;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or ran a race, dear Wat, with you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To please the gallant young B— —h.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bower was still, and all was hushed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas eve, and modest nature blushed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The crimson setting of the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waved o’er the night-cloud’s visage dun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all creation, so serene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enjoyed the still, the lovely scene.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thrush, upon the hazel bough,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pour’d calmly forth her evening vow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every bird, from tree to tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Joined in the heavenly melody;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What heart so fraught with woe or care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But might have tasted pleasure there.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_9" id="page_9">{9}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such, Watty, was the night when we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pursued the humming bumble bee;<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you averred the beast<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> could sting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I responded, no such thing!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The question fierce, the stern reply,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was heard to sound ’twixt U and I.<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Anon: my Watty dared to fight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fancied foeman Wallace wight;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_10" id="page_10">{10}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I, if pleasing mem’ry hold.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dared to the combat, Bruce the bold.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps, my friend, you’ll wish to know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th’ event of each successive blow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How Bruce, transported, swore he’d die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But never, never yield or fly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How Wallace to the combat flew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fancied pride, but courage true.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas! my friend, your hopes are vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For friendship still forbids the strain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tale, alas! would only tend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make a foeman of a friend.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whilst I live, and whilst I breathe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I swear it is so much beneath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soul of man, to harbour hate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against the good, against the great,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_11" id="page_11">{11}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I will ne’er to man disclose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The purport of these bloody blows.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enough! enough! it is to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hate the name of bumble bee.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_13" id="page_13">{13}</a></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_12" id="page_12">{12}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h1>THE GOBLIN GROOM.</h1> - -<h2><a name="CANTO_FIRST" id="CANTO_FIRST"></a>CANTO FIRST.</h2> - -<hr class="line20" /> - -<p class="cb"><span class="eng">The Hostel, or Inn.</span></p> - -<hr class="line20" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_14" id="page_14">{14}</a></span>  </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_15" id="page_15">{15}</a></span>  </p> - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Joy reign’d in Dunse’s<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> distant seat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro’ tavern, market place, and street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scene of many a valiant feat<br /></span> -<span class="i6">In days of distant yore.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_16" id="page_16">{16}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now those distant days are fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peace rears again her placid head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gory feud I hope is staid<br /></span> -<span class="i6">To plague the land no more.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where garden is, was place of tilt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or tournament, where blood was spilt;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where stain’d was many a foeman’s hilt<br /></span> -<span class="i6">With blood of knight laid low;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now peeps the pea, from glowing bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgetful of December dread;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The broader bean, her leaf has spread<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Th’ unhallow’d spot to show.<br /></span> -</div> -</div></div> - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now why are Dunse’s people glad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who once were wont to be so sad;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_17" id="page_17">{17}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">How was the feudal hatred staid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That waste their lovely fields had laid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why rolls the Whittadder<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> so white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scene of many a bloody fight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how has peace reception found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On such unhallowed bloody ground?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I may not tell the change of time;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It ill becomes my minstrel rhyme:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twere impious surely to relate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fancied works of fancied fate.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enough, the bloody feud is staid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enough, the sword aside is laid;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Whittadder long may’st thou flow<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With spotless wave and crystal tide;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_18" id="page_18">{18}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And may’st thou never, never know,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Again the strife of border side.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sun o’er Dunse’s hills of grey,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had nearly shed his parting light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save to the west, one lingering ray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seemed to forbid th’ approach of night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Lammermoor, with transient smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now lighted up her visage bleak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every distant hill, the while,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shone with a vivid, passing streak;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Tweed’s broad river, from afar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blazed like a beacon flame of war:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sure ’twould have pleased your heart to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So much of grandeur, so much glee.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_19" id="page_19">{19}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas so to Dunse, when keen of sport<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Lothian sportsmen bent their way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her hostel then became a court;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If courts are jovial, courts are gay.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But why need I pretend to tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What to each chief or squire befel<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In journeying that way.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thronged was the hostel’s chambered space,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With peer, with baron, knight, and squire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many a waiting man in lace<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stood ready round the kitchen fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Attentive to the jirking wire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For each attendant knew full well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The jirking of his master’s bell.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_20" id="page_20">{20}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll say the sportsmen all are dressed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have doffed their morning’s spattered vest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And after salutation meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And question after lady fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each at the board has ta’en his seat;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">For ev’ry sportsman had his chair.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Perchance, my friend, you’d have me name<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each, after each, in his degree;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or even say from whence they came;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Alas! that must not, may not be.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In truth, I only know a few<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all the gallant, noble crew:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he, the chieftain of them all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is absent from the festival,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The heir of bold B— —h.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_21" id="page_21">{21}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Why stands that chair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So empty there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst anxious eyes are cast around;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And looks that show<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They do not know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where one so worthy may be found?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The chair, they vow, shall empty stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To shew their loyalty and truth;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For each and all, this huntsman-band,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Admired and loved the gallant youth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And said they, with a passing tear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“How much we miss his presence here.”<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_22" id="page_22">{22}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Four-and-twenty huntsmen keen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round the table sat, I ween;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Four-and-twenty footmen neat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plied the beer, and served the meat:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Landlady, and daughter fair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Paid their due obedience there.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Well I ween, each gallant youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Cast an eye upon the maid;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each thought his look, in real truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">By the maiden’s well repaid:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One alone, of all the crew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than all the others knew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What he knew, I may not tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the maiden knew full well.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_23" id="page_23">{23}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fish, from Dunbar’s rocky shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood the president before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If my mem’ry do not fail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sent by noble L— —le.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the centre, soup was seen<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Smoking, from a vase of snow.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beef, at bottom, fat and lean,—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Beef of Indian Buffalo.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This was sent by T— —le’s peer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To augment the sportsman’s cheer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">T— —le, sprung from mighty H—y,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foremost in the border day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tarts and pastry sent, I ween,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the lady De G— —ne.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_24" id="page_24">{24}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IX.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis not for me to say what more<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hostess’ care supplied;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But welcome free, and open door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pease, from D— —h’s garden store,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were seen on every side:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So one and all, at once agreed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bold B— —h had earlier seed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than any northward of the Tweed.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>X.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">The dinner’s o’er, the circling glass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now full, now emptier, passes round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As strikes the ear, the pleasing sound<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of jovial song, or toasted lass:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_25" id="page_25">{25}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But short, alas! this tabled glee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For who the coming woe might see!<br /></span> - -<span class="i6">————<br /></span> - -<span class="i0">—Said I, D— —h’s much honoured chair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might not be filled by any there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, said I, it was right that he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though absent from the company,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With honour due should treated be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">D— —h, so honoured for his worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For rank, for titles, and for birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had not an equal here on earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To fill his vacant chair:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So one and all, with one consent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their voice have given, and vote have lent,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To let the seat be bare:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_26" id="page_26">{26}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Friend Walter, I am certain quite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You’ll say both voice and vote went right).<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But why that hollow note of woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That stops of wine the genial flow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why shrinks the late convivial throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And why has silence banished song;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And why is horror’s aching stare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sent wildly to the empty chair:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! why is every eyebrow knit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When turned to where D— —h should sit.—<br /></span> -<span class="i6">————<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The chair is filled! a stranger sat<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Upon the honoured seat;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_27" id="page_27">{27}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor deigned he to doff his hat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though more than one had hinted that<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Respect was always meet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he was heedless of them all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thrice he gazed round the hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ne’er a word did he let fall:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst thus he sat, whilst thus he gazed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The goodly throng were all amazed;—<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And marvelled they, how this could be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And how he entered none might say;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some averred a sprite was he,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And others swore he was a fay:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all agreed ’twas passing strange,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And marvellous withall,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_28" id="page_28">{28}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That either sprite or fay should range<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Into a festal hall:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor could the wisest present name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From whence he sprung, or how he came.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He was of little form, and tight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His weight, if man, had been full light:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In short, he was a sportsman-sprite.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A pea-green jerkin on his back<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All dabbled by a splashing hack;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His dirty boots, his leathers long<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With crimson whip-cord tied;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His straight necked spurs, and heavy thong,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Proclaimed him formed to ride:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_29" id="page_29">{29}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he had ridden far that day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he was daubed, and splashed with clay.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The circling glass again goes round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As fear in wine and use is drowned:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The goblin sprite enjoys each joke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though never once the while he spoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But lent a civil listening ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resolved minutely all to hear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every toast with ready will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His elfin hand consents to fill.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heavens! what a wondrous draught he drew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When e’er they toasted bold B— —h.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_30" id="page_30">{30}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh! ’twould have done you good to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How keen, how long, how heartily<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He pushed the liquor round:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He never left or spilt a drop;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He never let the bottle stop,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor uttered a sound.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, strange to tell, the jovial fay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though fond of wine, had nought to say.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A man of words might never learn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be so wondrous taciturn.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And now the song, with jovial strain,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Awakened midnight’s dull repose;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though many pleaded colds in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Ayes had the ’vantage still of noes:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_31" id="page_31">{31}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus may rulers ever be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Supported by majority.<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dear unto me, my native land,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is every field of thy wide realm;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dearer still the guardian hand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That holds the way-directing helm;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now I love thee ten times more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When threatened is thy rocky shore:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When waves on every side assail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And adverse winds and tides prevail.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But why should I with sorrow’s flow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bewail my much loved country’s woe,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_32" id="page_32">{32}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all her coming danger tell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enough to me it is to know<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I love my native country well.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The song went round, the Goblin Groom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still plied the wine in festal room;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bumper after bumper flew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was I ween a jovial crew.—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What chance had mortal man at drink<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With one of charmed degree;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I cannot say, but needs must think<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That chance but small could be.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so it proved, and so they found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’er thirty bumper toasts went round.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_33" id="page_33">{33}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why need I tell, why need I show<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Humanity debased, laid low;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How some beneath the table lay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How others strove to get away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, tumbling headlong on the floor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er reached the fated festal door;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst stammering, incoherently,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Towards the goblin turned an eye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still saw him quaff the liquor down;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still saw him smile, still saw him frown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As fancied joke, or fancied toast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or fancied anger, ruled him most:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus he toasting bumpered on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As long as he was looked upon.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_34" id="page_34">{34}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIX.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And many say they heard the splash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And jingle of the elfin glass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long after all the rest were dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And carried lifeless into bed:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But none may tell, for none can say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the unhallowed goblin lay:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he had beat the sportsmen all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At drinking in the festal hall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soon I’ll show, if luck betide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How this elf goblin dared to ride.<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now I’ve left them all at rest:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where is the greatest, and the best?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_35" id="page_35">{35}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He, amid D— —h’s lovely groves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With virtuous footsteps strays the while,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And woos the graces, and the loves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With many a courtly winning smile.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XX.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Long mayst thou flourish, gallant peer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Caledonia owns thee dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bids her fav’rite minstrel tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How that she loves her hero well;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though polished mail no more shall grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! S—tt, thy ancient chieftain race:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more the splintered spear shall sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On N— —k’s green or D— —h’s ground:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These days are past, and with them, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The deeds their chiefs were wont to do:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_36" id="page_36">{36}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The towering plume, and nodding crest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have with their wearers gone to rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ease and peace may now be seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every hamlet, wood, or green.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But nowhere are they seen so true<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As round the mansion of B— —h;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where patriarchal peace is found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And care in rosy liquor drowned;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where all of this illustrious line<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Together sup, together dine.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And now I’ll cease my minstrel lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">For time it is I should give up,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But once again, D— —h, I’ll say,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Long may you dine, long may you sup.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="fint">END OF CANTO FIRST.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_37" id="page_37">{37}</a></span>  </p> - -<h1>THE GOBLIN GROOM.</h1> - -<hr class="full20a" /> -<p class="c"><span class="eng">Introduction to Canto Second.</span></p> -<hr class="full20b" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_38" id="page_38">{38}</a></span>  </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_39" id="page_39">{39}</a></span>  </p> - -<h2><a name="TO_BENJAMIN_BUFFET" id="TO_BENJAMIN_BUFFET"></a>TO BENJAMIN BUFFET,<br /><br /> -<i>BUTLER TO HIS GRACE THE D—OF B— —H.</i></h2> - -<p class="r"> -<i>Edinburgh.</i><br /> -</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> cracking cork has pleased my ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has silenced grief, has banished fear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has made dark winter’s dreary night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seem to my senses noonday bright.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">December’s cold was then forgot;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wine was good, the fire was hot:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus many a heedless evening flew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In table-talk, dear Ben, with you.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_40" id="page_40">{40}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though mentioned last in mintrel’s lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First in my heart you hold the sway:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For love and interest must combine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you are love, and interest wine:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what must make you still more dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They say you have your master’s ear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if this rumour, Ben, be true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speak well of me to bold B— —h.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pleasing to me is every scene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where, with my dearest friends, I’ve been.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I love the green, I love the grove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cavern vast, the neat alcove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mountain high, the valley low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scenes of friendship all may show.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These scenes I’ve loved, and still adore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, Oh! I love the pantry more.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_41" id="page_41">{41}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">There have I sat, there have I sung,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have twirled a cork, or rolled a bung;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As infant fancy played her part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That was a coach, this was a cart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those were the days of childish youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That promised parts, that promised truth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For fancy shewed herself in play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en in my earliest infant day:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When older grown, the pantry still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was dear to me, against my will.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What there was done, I may not tell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It might not please your master well;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So please me joy, or pierce me woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bold B— —h shall never know.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enough, the claret is not there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But you and I both had a share.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_42" id="page_42">{42}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And joy, you know, by danger bought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is always sweeter, dearer thought:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Regrets for past mistakes are vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pleasure often follows pain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pleasure is but an empty sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And surely never yet was found:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It reigns but in the poet’s brain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reality is always pain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And reasoning thus, it is my plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be as merry as I can:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though they say the claret went,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I don’t repine, I won’t repent.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It scarcely seems a summer’s day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though years and years have past away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since in the pantry’s snug retreat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I, at the fire, first took my seat.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_43" id="page_43">{43}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! how I loved those moments dear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! how your lessons pleased my ear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How oft you spoke of N— —k’s tower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgetful of the midnight hour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of noble dames, of valiant knights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of bloody fields, and listed fights;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of ancient manners, past and fled;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How S—tts, victorious, fought and bled;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every combat, strife, or fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">S—tt was victorious, S—tt was right.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And said I to myself, that they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall one time hear my minstrel lay:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That all my powers should then combine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To praise B— —h’s illustrious line.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet whilst I sing the noble race,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My humbler friend shall have a place.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_44" id="page_44">{44}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What though the oak be grand to see?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The humbler shrub is dear to me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sturdy oak unused to bend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too stately looks to be my friend.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So I’m content, and amply paid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To crouch beneath the expansive shade.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, wondring at the form sublime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To friendship’s heights, I dare not climb;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so I tune my humbler lays,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To notes of wonder, notes of praise.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus the minstrel’s efforts tend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To claim a patron, not a friend.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In you, dear Ben, the shrub I see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That lowly bows his head like me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus I choose thee for my friend;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For both alike are doomed to bend:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_45" id="page_45">{45}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whilst we bend, and whilst we bow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The adverse winds may rage and blow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We need not fear misfortune’s stroke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While couched beneath the stately oak:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And may that oak long live and last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That guards us from misfortune’s blast.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dear Ben, the oak shall have his due,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If bows, and flattering praise will do.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And those, you know, who bow and bend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er want a patron, or a friend.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_47" id="page_47">{47}</a></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_46" id="page_46">{46}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_GOBLIN_GROOM" id="THE_GOBLIN_GROOM"></a>THE GOBLIN GROOM.</h2> - -<h2><a name="CANTO_SECOND" id="CANTO_SECOND"></a>CANTO SECOND.<br /><br /> -The Fox-Chace.</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_48" id="page_48">{48}</a></span>  </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_49" id="page_49">{49}</a></span>  </p> - -<h1>THE GOBLIN GROOM.</h1> - -<p class="c">CANTO SECOND.<br /><br /></p> - -<hr class="line20" /> -<p class="c"><span class="eng">The Fox-Chace..</span></p> -<hr class="line20" /> - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Now</span> crows the cock in Dunse’s streets;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The twittering sparrow morning greets;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The braying ass his trumpet blew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For well the morning air he knew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hies the hostler to his care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With bosom light as morning air.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ruddy streaks of infant day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Lammer’s hills and Chiviot’s play;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_50" id="page_50">{50}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And freshly blows the morning breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Firth of Forth to German seas.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The kennelled pack, with conscious ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well know the huntsman to be near;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their deep-toned notes, in concert rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As to the door each staunch hound flies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And merry were the huntsman’s cries:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full well he knew to cheer each hound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or quell his riot, by the sound<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Of angry word, or cracking thong.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But now the pack as round they crowd,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In notes melodious, and loud,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Pour forth their morning song.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_51" id="page_51">{51}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, on my soul, the sound was dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And transport to the huntsman’s ear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out dashed the pack, a stauncher crew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er snuffed the pearly morning-dew:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soon the huntsman’s sounding thong<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has checked the ardour of the throng:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In meet procession, quiet, slow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behind their master’s horse they go:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His two assistants after ride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bring them all to cover side.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Meanwhile the hostled sportsmen rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With bosoms light, but heavy eyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">For last night’s liquor still remained,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_52" id="page_52">{52}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And some would liked to’ve lain in bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To ease a fevered, aching head;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But manly pride such ease disdained.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So all have risen, and all have dressed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In jockey cap, and scarlet vest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now they’re met, and seated all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At breakfast, in the festal hall:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And question after question passed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who saw the goblin jockey last?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Disputes arise, but all agree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That mortal man he could not be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cried they, with a jovial air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faith, but he drank his liquor fair!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hostess enters in to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Goblin Groom had gone away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And who his share of drink should pay.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_53" id="page_53">{53}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all agree ’twas passing fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As he had filled great D— —h’s chair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That his account for jovial cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should be discharged by D— —h’s peer.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The hacks are pacing now before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Hostel’s arch projecting door;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full twelve miles off the cover lay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hunters went at peep of day:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some, I’m told, went over night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be in better hunting plight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each sportsman mounts his cover steed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the town with fiery speed,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Spurs on his ready hack:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_54" id="page_54">{54}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">One thinks a canter gives him grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Another thinks a trot the pace,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And knowingly looks back;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pleased he looks, in sooth to find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His cantering comrade left behind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now one, now t’other takes the lead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As jockey whim directs the speed.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At Ladykirk the cover lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where, steep and high, a birken brae<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Hangs o’er the river Tweed:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hence many a fox the hounds have driven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose dirtied brush has oft been given,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The foremost horseman’s meed.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_55" id="page_55">{55}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">This bank, in former days, has been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sad witness of a different scene;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Norham’s border castle rang<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With England’s war foreboding clang;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When threatened feud was heard to sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Defiance to the Scottish ground;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When cannon roared from Norham’s wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The English border clans to call:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then flew the fox this brae of birk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And far from Scottish Ladykirk;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sought he, much against his will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The safe retreat of Chiviot hill.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hither the hounds have bent their way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hither come the sportsmen gay:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_56" id="page_56">{56}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sure such a sight was never seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At tournament, or listed green.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The neighing steeds were seen to prance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As through the copse-wood green they came:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sounding whip displaced the lance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sport has banished feudal flame.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every face a smile of joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From titled peer, to huntsman-boy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every eye a flash of fire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A flash of hope, but not of ire:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every heart joy’s transport bounds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As into cover dash the hounds:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in they dash with such a clang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Norham’s empty castle rang:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And every bush in tremor shook,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And every sapling waved on high;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_57" id="page_57">{57}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each horseman gazed with eager look,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Or listened for the joyous cry:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sideways on their steeds they sat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With side-placed cap, or side-placed hat.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But when they hear the well known hound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proclaim the rascal to be found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High beats each gallant sportsman’s heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To take the lead, or have the start.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And now the banks of Ladykirk<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Ring with the pack’s melodious cry;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And waves its head, each verdant birk,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To merry notes of extacy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O! how the hounds together dash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make the greenwood cover crash.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_58" id="page_58">{58}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor Reynard! all your hopes are vain;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In vain you strive to tarry here;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Go seek the fields, or plains so drear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Ladykirk you can’t remain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Tweed’s green banks now bid adieu,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They ne’er again shall greet your view;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more her murm’ring streams shall cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With soothing notes, your listening ear.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now peeping from the copse so green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Fox’s cunning head is seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His ready ears turned back:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His open mouth his terror shows;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For time put off, full well he knows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will bring the eager pack.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_59" id="page_59">{59}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So down towards the Tweed he steels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With outstretched brush, and nimble heels;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When, hark! a horseman from below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has given the welcome Tallyho!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amazement filled the listening crew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The note was strange, the voice was new:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wondered they much who it could be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That shouted with such melody;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For such a voice, or such a sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er till this moment cheered a hound.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IX.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And round they gazing looked, when, lo!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Goblin Groom is seen below,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dressed as he was last night;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_60" id="page_60">{60}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save that a cap, place hat, he wore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And neater looked he than before,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His leathers were more tight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He strode a poney, lank and lean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That looked as if astray ’t had been:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dun was its hue, with flowing mane;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tail was black, and like a train<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swept far behind the scented plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save, when at speed, he whisking spread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It round the Goblin’s fated head;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or to the spur, the sure reply<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was lashed across the Goblin’s thigh:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On every side, above, below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whisking tail was seen to flow.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_61" id="page_61">{61}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>X.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Said I the Fox towards the Tweed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had urged with fear his utmost speed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that the hounds approaching nigh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had bid the cowering ruffian fly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that the Goblin Groom had seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him leave his haunts of copse-wood green;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had seen him leave the bank so steep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stem the tide so broad and deep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that he ready staid below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To give the welcome Tallyho!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No sooner had the shout been given,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than to the hilt the spurs were driven:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_62" id="page_62">{62}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The lank-lean poney knew full well<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The signal for the chace;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And only those who’ve seen may tell<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The issue of the race.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Norham’s castle saw the start,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And knows the Goblin did his part;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At least she knows, if it may be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Castles are allowed to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That first the Goblin saw the find,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And left the boldest far behind.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Into the river, broad and deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath old Norham’s ruined keep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the descent appears most steep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The gallant pack have dashed:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_63" id="page_63">{63}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In likewise dashed the Elf and horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quite heedless of the torrent’s force;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as they stemmed the river’s course<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His tail the poney lashed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Goblin Groom now screamed a scream;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Goblins hate a running stream;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, if the truth my records say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Elfin Poney neighed a neigh.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O! ’twas a gallant sight, and brave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see them stem the chrystal wave:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now the tide and stream have bore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Groom and pack to England’s shore:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The other sportsmen, round about,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With hurried speed, have ta’en their route;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_64" id="page_64">{64}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For well they knew th’ attempt were vain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here the English side of Tweed to gain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so they’ve gone a mile below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where gurgling Tweed runs on more slow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And much they marvel, all the way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How crossed that gallant daring fay.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Meanwhile the hounds round Norham’s base<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have ta’en their way with eager pace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have hurried on with ready will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To where the Tweed receives the Till:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through Tillmouth’s wooded banks they fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst Echo answers to the cry;<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_65" id="page_65">{65}</a></span><br /></span> - -<span class="i0">And then they seek the higher lands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Twizel’s lordly castle stands:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High on her wood surrounded mead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She views at once both Till and Tweed:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two fairer streams ne’er met, I ween,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In such a grand and lovely scene;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where braes and banks, and woods combine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swiftly gliding waters shine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where distant hills and mountains rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fade beneath th’ expansive skies.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Goblin Groom has led the van<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O’er hill and dale, through grove and glen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as the breast-high scent they ran,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor yawning ditch nor boggy fen,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_66" id="page_66">{66}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor thickset-hedge, nor strong built wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Could stop his bold career;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His Elfin Steed disdained to fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dashed impetuous at them all,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Determined each to clear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus he hilter skilter flew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And distanced all the huntsmen-crew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst much they wondered such a steed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So well could leap and take the lead.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From lordly Twizel’s wide domain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An opener country now they gain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer dells obstruct the sight:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fields were large, the soil was light;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_67" id="page_67">{67}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eager hounds increase their pace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gallop now becomes a race:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But vain it were for horse to try<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To race with one that seemed to fly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And oft the Goblin looked in rear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if he sought great D— —h’s Peer:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For be it known, and it is true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Goblin honoured bold B— —h;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And had he come t’enjoy the chace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Goblin sure had slacked his pace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For, Goblin as he was, he knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Respect to rank is always due.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Past Duddo’s black and ruined tower<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hard pressed Fox has bent his way;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_68" id="page_68">{68}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Past Etal’s town and Etal’s bower,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Which in the neighb’ring valley lay:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Climbed they the hills so steep and fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which over Ford’s proud castle stare;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pleased was every eye, I ween,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst glanced along the princely scene.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The castle first attracts the eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all her ancient majesty:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meandering Till’s impetuous flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Runs wildly in the vale below;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mountains bleak, and hills of green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Diversify the giant scene.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such is the wide domain and hall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of John the Peer of Delaval.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_69" id="page_69">{69}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now the country bleaker grew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As to the upland grounds they drew;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A barren waste, so bleak and drear,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is seen on every side:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No objects to the sight appear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The eye to glad, or heart to cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In all the desert wide.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ocean blue, with clustered isles,<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The only feature here that smiles;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here glouring<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> o’er the German flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bare Barmoor’s baby castle stood,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_70" id="page_70">{70}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With pallid face of new built woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sad contrast to the moor below.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The owner saw the hounds run by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, from a tower, joined in the cry;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wondered he much who it could be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That led the joyous revelry:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To right, or left, the leading hound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Goblin Groom was always found.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Oh!” cried the squire of Barmoor bare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Oh! like yon Elf, that I were there!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amazement seized his soul to find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The others were a mile behind.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIX.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From Barmoor’s bare and shrubless hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hounds have doubled back to Till,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_71" id="page_71">{71}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seem to make for Chiviot hill.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah! hapless Fox, and dost thou know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That fated Flodden lies below;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And does not dark foreboding fear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Warn thee that fated Flodden’s near;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And art thou doomed so soon to yield<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy life on Flodden’s fated field.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XX.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now old Milfield’s town they gain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And reach dark Flodden’s dreary plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where, in full cry, and all abreast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hounds the wily villain pressed:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Goblin Groom still keeps his place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And glories in the varying chace;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_72" id="page_72">{72}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No demi volte, nor demi air;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No high curvett, nor terre-a-terre;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No hand to guide the gay croupade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor heel to aid the balotade;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No capriole his skill to shew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He these disdained, with pas et saut.<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stiff on his stirrups, standing now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He scorns to touch the saddle bow;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His elbows squared, and head awry,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">As if he rode a race;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_73" id="page_73">{73}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">But none might know, for none might spy,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The Goblin’s spell-bound face:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For were he sprite, or were he fay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He only shewed his back that day.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now the Fox is losing ground;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now strains his speed each eager hound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now at his brush the foremost prest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now at his side, now at his breast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now despair o’ercoming fright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The crafty Fox turns round to fight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But soon by numbers overthrown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He yields his life without a groan.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus fell the Fox, and, hate aside,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ll say, at least, he nobly died.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_74" id="page_74">{74}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Down from his Poney jumped the Elf,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">When, lo! the Poney disappeared;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And now the Goblin Groom himself<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Has ta’en the brush, the hounds has cheered;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has bowed his head to Chiviot gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And vanished from the light of day:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And when the distanced horsemen neared<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The bloody scene on Flodden’s plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No vestige of the Elf appeared;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The Poney too, was sought in vain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loud howled each hound; I will presume<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They howled at loss of Goblin Groom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And well they might, for such a fay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er rode before on hunting day;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_75" id="page_75">{75}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hounds, like ladies fair, I’m told,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dote on the daring and the bold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And than the Goblin, we’ll agree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A bolder there could never be.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">On Flodden’s field there stands a bush,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A willow bush where sedges grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fav’rite haunt of Friar Rush:<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i4">This bush the neighb’ring shepherds know:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas here the hounds had killed their prey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And vanished here the Goblin fay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, even to this very day,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_76" id="page_76">{76}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The passing shepherd calls the bush,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Winning-Post of Friar Rush;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, therefore, I may well presume,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Friar Rush was Goblin Groom.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXIV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I do not rhyme to that dull clown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That has no fancy of his own;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who thinks on Flodden’s dreary plain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wearied hunters still remain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because not mentioned in my strain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who cannot figure in his mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That they returned to Dunse and dined;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That flowing bumpers then went round<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To every horse, to every hound;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_77" id="page_77">{77}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That e’en midst jokes, and converse hot.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Goblin Groom was not forgot;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that they sat ’twixt hope and fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see his Elfin form appear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that they drank, with honours due,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In three times three, the bold B— —h;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And midst the wassel-wine and cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They thought on D— —h’s noble Peer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And crowned in bowls of rosy wine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whole of that illustrious line.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_78" id="page_78">{78}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><span class="eng">L’Envoy,</span></h2> - -<p class="c">TO THE READER.</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now let the Minstrel bid adieu,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With votive lays, my friends to you:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To you, my friends, he’ll now impart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wishes of a Minstrel’s heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If my poor rede be dull and flat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pray blame my head alone for that;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when I act a friendly part<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You must not, cannot, blame my heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To every Peer, if Peer there be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To read my idle minstrelsy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unspotted fame, and courage true,<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_79" id="page_79">{79}</a></span><span class="i0">And boundless wealth, like bold B— —h:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To every Bard that serves his Grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A goodly pension or a place;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To every Gardener may there be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Bard to sing his praise, like me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And may the bard be favoured too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Gardener-friend, dear Wat, like you:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strong head, strong liquor, and good cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To every Butler, far and near,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That serves a worthy, gallant, Peer:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long life to all; my friends adieu,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pray with me for bold B— —h.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="fint">THE END OF THE GOBLIN GROOM.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_80" id="page_80">{80}</a></span>  </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_81" id="page_81">{81}</a></span>  </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_82" id="page_82">{82}</a></span>  </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_83" id="page_83">{83}</a></span>  </p> - -<hr class="line20" /> -<h2><a name="NOTES" id="NOTES"></a>NOTES.</h2> -<hr class="line20" /> - -<h2><a name="NOTES_TO_CANTO_FIRST" id="NOTES_TO_CANTO_FIRST"></a>NOTES TO CANTO FIRST.</h2> - -<h3>NOTE I, P. 16.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where garden is, was place of tilt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or tournament, where blood was spilt;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where stain’d was many a foeman’s hilt<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With blood of knight laid low.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p>The martial exercise of Tilting is said to have been introduced some -time between the years 920 and 937, by Henry I of Germany, styled -Anceps, or Falconer, but better known by the appellation of the Fowler: -his motto was, “Tardus ad vindictam, ad beneficentiam velox.”<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> He is -likewise said to have purchased the lance which pierced our Saviour’s -side, and, with it, some of the nails<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_84" id="page_84">{84}</a></span> of the holy cross; giving in -exchange a great portion of Suabia, and other valuable gifts.</p> - -<h3>NOTE II, P. 23.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the centre, soup was seen<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Smoking, from a vase of snow.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p>That learned philosopher and prince of culinary perfection, Count -Rumford, has taught the world the mode of preparing ice-cream in a hot -oven, and of sending it freezing to table in a light crust of smoking -pastry. The epicurean reader will be much disappointed if he expects to -find that the above lines allude to some recent improvement in the -science of chemistry, establishing the converse of this discovery; and -that the soup at Dunse was actually served steaming to the company in an -excavated snow-ball. It is hoped, that “a vase of snow” will be allowed -as an appropriate figure for a clean white crockery tureen.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_85" id="page_85">{85}</a></span></p> - -<h3>NOTE III, P. 26, 27.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">The chair is filled! a stranger sat<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Upon the honoured seat;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor deigned he to doff his hat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though more than one had hinted that<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Respect was always meet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he was heedless of them all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thrice he gazed round the hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ne’er a word did he let fall:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst thus he sat, whilst thus he gazed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The goodly throng were all amazed.—<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p>The subject of superstition, as connected with the history of man, -whether it be considered as influencing his character, or as affecting -his conduct in society, seems sufficiently important to occupy the -serious attention of the most learned investigator. It has been treated, -however, with so much ability by an elegant author of our<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_86" id="page_86">{86}</a></span> own -times,<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> that, if not altogether exhausted, little more seems left to -the ingenuity of any succeeding writer, than to avail himself, as his -occasions may require, of the store of information thus amply afforded -him. No maxim being more certainly founded on truth, than that early -impressions are generally the most lasting. Would it not be highly -meritorious in any one equal to the task, to favour the public with new -editions of these invaluable productions, Satan’s Invisible World, and -Glanvil’s History of Witchcraft, rendered, on the modern and improved -plan of juvenile education, into easy ditties, to be sung or said by -nurse or child? Might we not then expect to see the pure principles of -poetic taste reared on the solid basis of useful knowledge?</p> - -<p>The following marvellous occurrence, recorded in the letter of a noble -peer, and said to be founded in fact, may appear to the reader of -prosaic fancy, as extremely dull and uninteresting; but as it has been -the ground-work of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_87" id="page_87">{87}</a></span> present poem, the author cannot think of -refusing it insertion. It will likewise help to increase the volume to -that respectable size which may entitle it to the honours of Russia or -Morocco, and to a distinguished situation on the well arranged shelves -of a modern library.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"><p class="indd"> -“MY DEAR SIR,<br /> -</p> - -<p>“I obey your commands with some reluctance, in relating the story -of which you have heard so much, and to which your curiosity -appears to be so broad awake. I do it unwillingly, because such -histories depend so much upon the manner in which they are related; -and this, which I have told with such success, and to the midnight -terrors of so many simple souls, will make but a sorry figure in a -written narration.—However, you shall have it.</p></div> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>“It was in the early part of— — —’s life, that he attended an -hunting club at their sport, when a stranger, of a genteel -appearance, and well mounted, joined the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_88" id="page_88">{88}</a></span> chace, and was observed -to ride with a degree of courage and address that called forth the -utmost astonishment of every one present. The beast he rode was of -amazing powers; nothing stopped them; the hounds could never escape -them; and the huntsman, who was left far behind, swore that the man -and his horse were devils from hell. When the sport was over, the -company invited this extraordinary person to dinner; he accepted -the invitation, and astonished the company as much by the powers of -his conversation, and the elegance of his manners, as by his -equestrian prowess. He was an orator, a poet, a painter, a -musician, a lawyer, a divine; in short, he was every thing, and the -magic of his discourse kept the drowsy sportsmen awake long after -their usual hour. At length, however, wearied nature could be -charmed no more, and the company began to steal away by degrees to -their repose. On his observing the society diminish, he discovered -manifest signs of uneasiness: he therefore gave new force to his -spirits, and new charms to his conversation, in order to detain the -remaining few some time longer.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_89" id="page_89">{89}</a></span> This had some little effect; but -the period could not be long delayed when he was to be conducted to -his chamber. The remains of the company retired also; but they had -scarce closed their eyes, when the house was alarmed by the most -terrible shrieks that were ever heard: several persons were -awakened by the noise; but, its continuance being short, they -concluded it to proceed from a dog who might be accidentally -confined in some part of the house: they very soon, therefore, -composed themselves to sleep, and were very soon awakened by -shrieks and cries of still greater terror than the former. Alarmed -at what they heard, several of them rung their bells, and, when the -servants came, they declared that the horrid sounds proceeded from -the stranger’s chamber. Some of the gentlemen immediately arose, to -inquire into this extraordinary disturbance; and, while they were -dressing themselves for that purpose, deeper groans of despair, and -shriller shrieks of agony, again astonished and terrified them. -After knocking sometime at the stranger’s chamber-door, he answered -them as one awakened from sleep, de<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_90" id="page_90">{90}</a></span>clared he had heard no noise, -and, rather in an angry tone, desired he might not be again -disturbed. Upon this they returned to one of their chambers, and -had scarce begun to communicate their sentiments to each other, -when their conversation was interrupted by a renewal of yells, -screams, and shrieks, which, from the horror of them, seemed to -issue from the throats of damned and tortured spirits. They -immediately followed the sounds, and traced them to the stranger’s -chamber, the door of which they instantly burst open, and found him -upon his knees in bed, in the act of scourging himself with the -most unrelenting severity, his body streaming with blood. On their -seizing his hand to stop the strokes, he begged them, in the most -wringing tone of voice, as an act of mercy, that they would retire, -assuring them that the cause of their disturbance was over, and -that in the morning he would acquaint them with the reasons of the -terrible cries they had heard, and the melancholy sight they saw. -After a repetition of his entreaties, they retired; and in the -morning some of them went to his cham<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_91" id="page_91">{91}</a></span>ber, but he was not there; -and, on examining the bed, they found it to be one gore of blood. -Upon further inquiry, the groom said, that, as soon as it was -light, the gentleman came to the stable booted and spurred, desired -his horse might be immediately saddled, and appeared to be -extremely impatient till it was done, when he vaulted instantly -into his saddle, and rode out of the yard on full speed.—Servants -were immediately dispatched into every part of the surrounding -country, but not a single trace of him could be found; such a -person had not been seen by any one, nor has he been since heard -of.</p></div> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>“The circumstances of this strange story were immediately committed -to writing, and signed by every one who were witnesses to them, -that the future credibility of any one, who should think proper to -relate them, might be duly supported. Among the subscribers to the -truth of this history are some of the first names of this -century.—It would now, I believe, be impertinent to add any thing -more, than that I am, yours, &c.”</p></div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_92" id="page_92">{92}</a></span></p> - -<p>If farther proof were necessary to shew, that the dominion of -superstition is not altogether confined, as has been erroneously -supposed, to the heroes of romance, it might be found in the learned -support afforded, but a few years ago, to the predictions of the -unfortunate Prophet Brothers: And although the sublime and simple truths -of the Christian faith have given a fatal blow to the superstitious -absurdities of more early creeds, our propensity to the marvellous, has -still retained sufficient influence, to screen from detection the -grossest impositions of the Roman Church. Among the numberless -deceptions, which Popish craft has successfully practised upon the -credulity of its votaries, one has been handed down by a venerable -historian, the insertion of which cannot fail to gratify the enlightened -commentators and note-compilers of the present age.—</p> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>“Qui, cum die quadam tale aliquid foris ageret, digressis ad -ecclesiam sociis, ut dicere cœperam, et episcopus solus in oratorio -loci, lectioni vel orationi operam daret;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_93" id="page_93">{93}</a></span> audivit repente, ut -postea referebat, vocem suavissimam cantantium atque lætantium de -cœlo ad terras usque descendere: quam videlicet vocem ab Euro -austro, id est, ab alto brumalis, exortam, primo se audisse -dicebat, ac deinde paulatim eam sibi appropiare, donec ad tectum -usque oratorii, in quo erat Episcopus, perveniret; quod ingressa -totum implevit, atque in gyro circundedit. At ille, dum solicitus -in ea quæ audiebat, animum intenderet, audivit denuo transacto -quasi dimidiæ horæ spatio, ascendere de tecto ejusdem oratorii idem -lætitiæ canticum; et ipsa qua venerat via, ad cœlos usque cum -ineffabili dulcedine, reverti. Qui cum aliquantulum horæ quasi -attonitus maneret, et quid hæc essent solerti animo scrutaretur, -aperuit Episcopus fenestram oratorii, et sonitum manu faciens, ut -sæpius consuevit, siquis foris esset, ad se intrare præcepit. -Introivit ille concitus; cui dixit antistes: vade cito ad -ecclesiam, et hos septem fratres huc venire facito; tu quoque simul -adesto. Qui cum venissent, primo admonuit eos, ut virtutem -dilectionis et pacis, ad invicem et ad omnes fideles servarent. -Instituta quoque disciplinæ<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_94" id="page_94">{94}</a></span> regularis, quæ vel ab ipso -didicissent, vel in ipso vidissent, vel in patrum præcedentium -factis sive dictis invenissent, indefessa instantia sequerentur. -Deinde subjunxit, diem sui obitus jam proxime instare. Namque -hospes, inquit, ille amabilis, qui fratres nostros visitare -solebat, ad me quoque hodie venire, meque de seculo evocare -dignatus est. Propter quod revertentes ad ecclesiam, dicite -fratribus, ut et meum exitum Domino precibus commendent, et suum -quoque exitum, (cujus hora incerta est), vigiliis, orationibus, -bonis operibus, prævenire meminerint. Cumque hæc et hujusmodi plura -loqueretur, atque illi, percepta ejus benedictione, jam multum -tristes exiissent, rediit ipse solus, qui carmen cœleste audierat, -et prosternens se in terram, Obsecro, inquit pater, licetne aliquid -interrogare? Interroga, inquit, quod vis. At ille, Obsecro, inquit, -ut dicas, quod erat canticum illud lætantium, quod audivi, -venientium de cœlis super oratorium hoc, et post tempus redeuntium -ad cœlos. Respondit ille; Si vocem carminis audivisti, et cœlestes -supervenire cœtus cognovisti, præcipio tibi in nomine Domini, ne -hoc cuiquam, ante<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_95" id="page_95">{95}</a></span> meum obitum, dicas. Revera autem Angelorum fuere -spiritus, qui me ad cœlestia, quæ semper amabam ac desiderabam, -præmia vocare venerunt; et post dies septem se redituros, ac me -secum adducturos esse promiserunt. Quod quidem ita ut dictum ei -erat opere completum est. Nam confestim languore corporis tactus -est, et hoc per dies ingravescente, septimo (ut promissum ei -fuerat) die, postquam obitum suum dominici corporis, et sanguinis -perceptione munivit, soluta ab ergastulo corporis anima sancta, -ducentibus (ut credi fas est), angelis comitibus, æterna gaudia -petivit.”</p> - -<p class="r"> -E HIST. ECCLES. VENER. BED.<br /> -</p></div> - -<h3>NOTE IV, P. 28.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A pea-green jerkin on his back,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All dabbled by a splashing hack.—<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p>The dress of this little stranger, and his manner of introducing himself -to the festival, must satisfy the reader<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_96" id="page_96">{96}</a></span> that the Goblin Groom is one -of those supernatural sportsmen usually termed Fairies. In the sequel, -however, it will appear evident, that he owes his origin to the hardy -race of northern Elves, rather than to the more delicate family of -eastern Peris.<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a></p> - -<p>The existence of the Fairy, like that of the Mermaid, no longer rests on -the credulity of the ignorant, but is confirmed and established by -attestations no less respectable than the affidavits so frequently made -before the Lord Mayor of London, in support of the infallibility of a -quack and his nostrums.</p> - -<p>In the isle of Man, where sportsmen of more tangible materials enjoy a -temporary security, these little supernaturals, probably under similar -circumstances, find an agreeable retreat. In the Minstrelsy of the -Scottish<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_97" id="page_97">{97}</a></span> Borders, on the unrefuted authority of Mr. Waldron, we have -the following interesting particulars.—</p> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>“Like the <small>FELD ELFEN</small> of the Saxons, the usual dress of the Fairies -is green; though, on the moors, they have been sometimes observed -in heath-brown, or in weeds dyed with the stoneraw, or lichen. They -often ride in invisible procession, when their presence is -discovered by the shrill ringing of their bridles. On these -occasions, they sometimes borrow mortal steeds; and when such are -found at morning, panting and fatigued in their stalls, with their -manes and tails dishevelled and entangled, the grooms, I presume, -often find this a convenient excuse for their situation; as the -common belief of the elves quaffing the choicest liquors in the -cellars of the rich, (see the story of Lord Duffus below), might -occasionally cloak the delinquencies of an unfaithful butler.</p> - -<p>“The Fairies, beside their equestrian processions, are addicted, it -would seem, to the pleasures of the chace. A young sailor, -travelling by night from Douglas, in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_98" id="page_98">{98}</a></span> Isle of Man, to visit his -sister, residing in Kirk Merlugh, heard the noise of horses, the -holla of a huntsman, and the sound of a horn. Immediately -afterwards, thirteen horsemen, dressed in green, and gallantly -mounted, swept past him. Jack was so much delighted with the sport, -that he followed them, and enjoyed the sound of the horn for some -miles; and it was not till he arrived at his sister’s house that he -learned the danger which he had incurred. I must not omit to -mention, that these little personages are expert jockeys, and scorn -to ride the little Manks ponies, though apparently well suited to -their size. The exercise, therefore, falls heavily upon the English -and Irish horses brought into the Isle of Man. Mr. Waldron was -assured by a gentleman of Ballafletcher, that he had lost three or -four capital hunters by these nocturnal excursions.</p> - -<p class="r"> -WALDRON’S WORKS, P. 132.”<br /> -</p></div> - -<p>It is to be lamented, for the comfort of that valuable class of society -denominated Hunting-Grooms, that their<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_99" id="page_99">{99}</a></span> masters do not look into the -casualties of their studs with the discriminating eye of the worthy -gentleman of Ballafletcher.</p> - -<h3>NOTE V, P. 29.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And every toast with ready will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His elfin hand consents to fill.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heavens! what a wondrous draught he drew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whene’er they toasted bold B— —h.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p>Monsieur Mallet, the learned author of the ingenious work on Northren -Antiquities, seems to consider Fairies and Elves as synonymous terms. In -his remarks on the ninth fable of the Edda, we find him thus expressing -himself.—“<span class="smcap">Alfheim</span> signifies, in Gothic, the abode of the Genii, that -is, the Fairies of the male-sex.” To prove the Gothic origin of our Elf, -we need only appeal to the devotion he shews to the bottle. His conduct -at the Dunse Festival is truly northern, and the mighty Thor<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_100" id="page_100">{100}</a></span> himself, -the great champion of Scandinavian revelry, could not have displayed -greater zeal in emptying the enchanted horn.—But of this the reader may -judge by perusing the Gothic fable.—</p> - -<div class="blockquot"><p class="c">THE TWENTY-FIFTH FABLE.<br /><br /> -<i>Of the Trials that Thor underwent.</i></p> - -<p>“Then the king asked Thor, in what art he would choose to give -proof of that dexterity for which he was so famous. Thor replied, -that he would contest the prize of drinking with any person -belonging to his court. The king consented, and immediately went -into his palace to look for a large horn, out of which his -courtiers were obliged to drink when they had committed any -trespass against the customs of the court.<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> This the cup-bearer -filled to the brim, and presented to Thor, whilst the king spake -thus.—Whoever is a good drinker, will<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_101" id="page_101">{101}</a></span> empty that horn at a single -draught; some persons make two of it; but the most puny drinker of -all can do it at three. Thor looked at the horn, and was astonished -at its length;<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> however, as he was very thirsty, he set it to -his mouth, and, without drawing breath, pulled as long and as -deeply as he could, that he might not be obliged to make a second -draught of it; but when he withdrew the cup from his mouth, in -order to look in, he could scarcely perceive any of the liquor -gone. To it he went again with all his might, but succeeded no -better than before. At last, full of indignation, he again set the -horn to his lips, and exerted himself to the utmost to empty it -entirely: then looking in, he found that the liquor was a little -lowered; upon this, he resolved to attempt it no more, but gave -back the horn. I now see plainly, says the king, that thou art not -quite so stout as we thought<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_102" id="page_102">{102}</a></span> thee; but art thou willing to make -any more trials? I am sure, says Thor, such draughts as I have been -drinking, would not have been reckoned small among the Gods.</p> - -<p class="r"> -MALLET’S NORTH. ANTIQ. VOL. II, P. 126-127.”<br /> -</p></div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_103" id="page_103">{103}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="NOTES_TO_CANTO_SECOND" id="NOTES_TO_CANTO_SECOND"></a>NOTES TO CANTO SECOND.</h2> - -<h3>NOTE I, P. 60.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He strode a poney, lank and lean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That looked as if astray ’t had been;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dun was its hue, with flowing-mane;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tail was black, and like a train—<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p>Contrary to the custom of the Manx Fairies, it might be inferred, that -our Groom had just returned from the sanctuary of sportsmen, with a nag -of the native breed. But having already made considerable progress in -establishing the origin of the rider, we shall now take some pains in -proving to our readers the pedigree of the steed: and in asserting him -to be from the stock of the far-famed Sleipner, we hope to be borne out -by his performan<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_104" id="page_104">{104}</a></span>ces, and confirmed by probability in our opinion. The -circumstance of that noted stallion having had eight legs, does not in -the least degree weaken our belief in the genuine descent of the -Goblin’s poney; for, reasoning by analogy, we have never yet heard of a -parent with a wooden-leg transmitting timber-toes to posterity.</p> - -<p>To those sportsmen who confine their genealogical inquiries to the -general stud-book and racing-calendar, we present, in the words of the -Gothic Edda, the history of a horse, more famed than the Childer’s Barb, -or the Godolphin Arabian.—</p> - -<div class="blockquot"><p class="c">HISTORIA VICESIMA PRIMA.<br /><br /> -<i>Quomodo Loco procreavit equum Sleipnerum cum Svadilfaro.</i></p> - -<p>“Faber quidam Asas adveniens, ad urbem illis ædificandam per tres -annos sese obtulit, eamque adeo munitam, ut tuta esset ab -incursionibus Gigantum. Mercedem vero laboris Frejam postulavit, ut -et lunam solemque. Dii vero, inito consilio, paciscuntur; si vero -quid<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_105" id="page_105">{105}</a></span> laboris prima die æstatis superesset, præmium amitteret; -nullius vero opera ei uti liceret. Hic de auxilio equi sui -Svadelfari tantum pactus fuit. Omnia vero hæc fiebant, dirigente et -instigante Locone. Hic urbam ædificaturus, noctu per equum lapides -attraxit. Asis mirum videbatur, eam tam magnos adferre montes; nec -non equum plus, quam fabrum, conficere. Pacto autem multi -interfuere testes: quippe cum gigas videretur non satis tutus inter -Asas, si hic esset, Toro domum reverso. Qui jam mari Baltico -trajecto, hinc per amnes et fluvios ad Asiam progressus, (quod -priscis Austerveg audit) bellum cum gigantibus gessit. Urbs fuit -munita et tam alta, ut perspicere non valeres. Tribus vero reliquis -fabro diebus, Dii congregati solia sua ascendentes quæsiverunt, -quisnam auctor esset, ut Freya in Jotunheimiam elocaretur? ut et -aer perderetur, inducta cœlo calligine, sublatum solem et lunam -dando gigantibus. Illos vero inter conventum fuit, Loconem hoc -dedisse consilium. Dicebant, eum misera morte afficiendum esse, -nisi rationem, qua faber mercedem amitteret, inveniret, adjicientes -fore ut statim illum<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_106" id="page_106">{106}</a></span> comprehenderent. Examinatus vero jurejurando -promisit se effecturum, ut faber mercede frustraretur, quicquid -tandem huic negotio impenderet. Fabro autem lapidis advehendi -causa, cum Svadilfaro, egressuro, ex sylva prosiliit equa quædam -solitaria, equo adhinniens. Quam conspicatus equus, in furorem -actus, rupto fune, eam adcurrit, jam in sylvam accelerantem, -insequente fabro, equum assecuturo. Equa vero totam per noctem -discurrente, faber impeditus fuit, quominus, hac nocte, una cum die -sequente, opus, uti antea, fuerit continuatum. Quo cognito, animo -percellitur giganteo. Quo viso, juramentis non parcentes Torum -invocarunt: qui statim adveniens, vibrato in aera malleo, dataque -mercede, occisum fabrum in Niflheimium detrusit. Loconi vero cum -Svadilfaro res fuit, ut equuleum genuerit nomine Sleipnerum, octo -habentem pedes.</p> - -<p class="r"> -EDDA, FAB. XXI, OPERA ET STUDIO JO. GORANSON.”<br /> -</p></div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_107" id="page_107">{107}</a></span></p> - -<h3>NOTE II, P. 63.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Goblin Groom now screamed a scream;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Goblins hate a running stream;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, if the truth my records say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Elfin Poney neighed a neigh.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p>The terror of the inhabitants of Alfheim, or Fairy land, for running -water, has been too often asserted to require much comment. Unlicensed -spirits, that wander on the face of the earth, with intentions injurious -to mankind, are always represented as tortured with hydrophobia. The -author cannot hope that he has painted the Goblin’s terror in all the -glowing colours of a Burns,<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> or with the finer tints of a Scott; yet -he flatters himself some beauty may be found, by the admirers of -pleonastic redundancy, in the passage expressive of the horror of the -horse and rider; and he feels that, in this judgment, he will be<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_108" id="page_108">{108}</a></span> -supported by the most classical authorities in the English language; -<i>e.g.</i></p> - -<p class="c">GILES SCROGGINS.</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fairest wench in all the town,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He bought a ring with posie true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“If you loves I as I loves you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“No knife can cut our love in two.”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But scissars cut as well as knives,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quite unsartin’s all our lives,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The day they were to have been wed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fate’s scissars cut poor Giles’s thread,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_109" id="page_109">{109}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So they could not be mar-ri-ed.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poor Molly laid her down to weep,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cried herself quite fast asleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When, standing all by the bed-post,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A figure tall her sight engrossed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it cried, I beez Giles Scroggins’ Ghost!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Ghost it said, all solemnly,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O Molly, you must go with I!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All to the grave, your love to cool.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She says, I am not dead, you fool!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Says the Ghost, says he, Vy that’s no rule.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_110" id="page_110">{110}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Ghost he seized her, all so grim,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All for to go along with him;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Come, come, said he, ere morning beam.”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I vont!” said she, and she screamed a scream—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then she woke and found she dreamed a dream.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido.<br /></span> -</div> - -And again,—<br /> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With rapid round the Baron bent;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sighed a sigh, he prayed a prayer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The prayer was to his patron Saint,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sigh was to his lady fair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i7"><small>LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL.</small><br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_111" id="page_111">{111}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>NOTE III, P. 66.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And thus he hilter skilter flew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And distanced all the huntsmen-crew.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p>We cannot give a better idea of the hilter skilter mode of riding with -hounds, than by quoting the truly classical words of an accomplished -Leicestershire sportsman, who is equally celebrated as a painter and a -poet.—</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And next in the cluster<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See Wor’ster and Muster;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now Muster sets Wor’ster,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now Wor’ster beats Muster;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now Muster is first, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Wor’ster is burst, Sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such bunglers as those are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ought both to be curst, Sir.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_112" id="page_112">{112}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<p>Although we in general disapprove of Parodies, the above is so -excellent, and so applicable to our subject, that we sacrifice our -principles for the gratification of our readers.</p> - -<h3>NOTE IV, P. 72.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No demi volte, nor demi air;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No high curvett, nor terre-a-terre;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No hand to guide the gay croupade.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor heel to aid the balotade;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No capriole his skill to shew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He these disdained, with pas et saut.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p>It must be truly gratifying to yeomanry officers, and those who have not -had the advantages of an equestrian education, that, in works of fancy, -they may be at once amused and instructed with valuable hints on -horsemanship; and believing, as we do, that those who have feasted on -the pages of Marmion are now enabled to take a<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_113" id="page_113">{113}</a></span> leading part in a meslee -or fight, we shall proceed to forward them in their pursuits, by -recommending to their attention Astley’s explanation of the Croupade.</p> - -<p>The Tailor too of Brentford will be enjoyed with greater glee, when the -spectators do not curb their mirth by a fellow-feeling for the Cockney -equestrian.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"><p class="c">“CROUPADE.</p> - -<p>“The horse leaps into the air with all his feet off the ground at -one and the same time, and without stretching out those behind: by -an attention to this action, much good might result to the cavalry; -and here I will relate a manœuvre, to which I often had recourse in -1761, and at other periods of the seven years war. I instructed my -horse to strike an object, or objects, at the will of the rider, -within a given distance, before, behind, or together; and necessity -furnished me with the idea.</p> - -<p>“In patroling, a soldier sometimes wants a guide, and gentle means -often prove ineffectual to induce a peasant<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_114" id="page_114">{114}</a></span> to quit his bed, at -the dead of the night, for the accommodation of others,—to -dismount for the purpose of procuring admittance into a house, at -such a time, barred and bolted within, and perhaps in an enemy’s -country, would be dangerous. I knew my duty, and, ere this, my -horse knew his. On approaching the door, I caused him to strike it -with his fore-feet; and if this did not answer my purpose, (for it -would sometimes fail), I faced him about, when, with his croup, he -would break the door in pieces: this he would accomplish in a few -moments, to the surprise and terror of the inhabitants: on the -other hand, when upon the defensive, no person could approach me -without danger; and when on the offensive, and animated at my -pleasure, to the highest pitch, he would strike in every direction, -and clear his way!</p> - -<p class="r"> -ASTLEY’S EQUESTRIAN EDUCATION, P. 177.”<br /> -</p></div> - -<p>We do not remember that La Broue has any where pointed out the -application of this useful air du Manège, as the French term it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_115" id="page_115">{115}</a></span></p> - -<h3>NOTE V, P. 74.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Loud howled each hound; I will presume<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They howled at loss of Goblin Groom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And well they might, for such a fay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er rode before on hunting day;—<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p>Though not exactly authorized by the writer of the following poem, yet -we cannot think he will take offence at our availing ourselves of its -beauties, to illustrate the fidelity and attachment of the canine -species to their masters, and those who have shared with them in the -dangers and fatigues of the chace. We extract this poem from a Calcutta -Gazette of 1807.—<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_116" id="page_116">{116}</a></span>  </p> - -<p>  </p> - -<p class="c">BETH-GELERT,<br /><br /> -<small>OR</small> -THE GRAVE OF THE GREYHOUND.<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The spearmen heard the bugle sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And cheerly smiled the morn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many a brach, and many a hound,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Obeyed Llewelyn’s horn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And still he blew a louder blast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And gave a lustier cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Come, Gelert, come, wer’t never last<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Llewelyn’s horn to hear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Oh! where does faithful Gelert roam,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The flower of all his race?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_117" id="page_117">{117}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“So true, so brave; a lamb at home,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A lion in the chace!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas only at Llewelyn’s board<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The faithful Gelert fed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He watched, he served, he cheered his lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sentineled his bed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In sooth he was a peerless hound,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The gift of royal John;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now no Gelert could be found,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all the chace rode on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now, as o’er the rocks and dells<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The gallant chidings rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All Snowdon’s craggy chaos yells<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The many mingled cries!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That day Llewelyn little loved<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The chace of hart or hare,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_118" id="page_118">{118}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And scant and small the booty proved,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For Gelert was not there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Unpleased, Llewelyn homeward hied:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When, near the portal seat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His truant Gelert he espied<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bounding his lord to greet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But, when he gained his castle door,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Aghast the chieftain stood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hound all o’er was smeared with gore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His lips, his fangs, ran blood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Llewelyn gazed with fierce surprise:—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unused such looks to meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His fav’rite checked his joyful guise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And crouched and licked his feet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Onward in haste Llewelyn past,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And on went Gelert too,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_119" id="page_119">{119}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still, where’er his eyes he cast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fresh blood-gouts shocked his view.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O’erturned his infant’s bed he found,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With blood-stained covert rent;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all around, the walls and ground<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With recent blood besprent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He called his child, no voice replied;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He searched with terror wild;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blood, blood he found on every side;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But no where found his child.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hell-hound! my child by thee’s devoured!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The frantic father cried;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to the hilt his vengeful sword<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He plunged in Gelert’s side.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His suppliant looks, as prone he fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No pity could impart:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_120" id="page_120">{120}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still his Gelert’s dying yell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Passed heavy o’er his heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Aroused by Gelert’s dying yell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some slumberer wakened nigh:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What words the parent’s joy could tell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To hear his infant’s cry!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Concealed beneath a tumbled heap,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His hurried search had missed:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All glowing from his rosy sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The cherub boy he kissed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor scath had he, nor harm, nor dread;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the same couch beneath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tremendous still in death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, what was then Llewelyn’s pain!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For now the truth was clear;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_121" id="page_121">{121}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His gallant hound the wolf had slain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To save Llewelyn’s heir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Vain, vain was all Llewelyn’s woe:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Best of thy kind adieu!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The frantic blow, which laid thee low,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“This heart shall ever rue.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now a gallant tomb they raise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With costly sculpture deckt;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And marbles storied with his praise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Poor Gelert’s bones protect.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There never could the spearman pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or forester, unmoved;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There oft the tear-besprinkled grass<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Llewelyn’s sorrow proved.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And there he hung his horn and spear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And there, as evening fell,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_122" id="page_122">{122}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Fancy’s ear he oft would hear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Poor Gelert’s dying yell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And till great Snowdon’s rocks grow old,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And cease the storm to brave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The consecrated spot shall hold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The name of “Gelert’s Grave!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>NOTE VI, P. 76.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The passing shepherd calls the bush,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Winning-Post of Friar Rush;—<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p>This Friar, or “esprit follet,” is a gentleman of as many names and -titles as any Spanish Grandee; “Will o’ the Wisp,” however, is the name -he is best known by, when stript of his ecclesiastical honours: he has -always been considered a tricky knave, and is thus spoken of in -Marmion.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_123" id="page_123">{123}</a></span>—</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Better we had through mire and bush<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Been lanthorn led by Friar Rush.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">MARMION, CANTO IV, P. 187.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>NOTE VII, P. 79.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To every Bard that serves his Grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A goodly pension or a place;—<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p>We here call upon our readers, to attend to the origin of the word Bard; -inasmuch as, that term has become applicable to poem-mongers in general. -The learned Mr. Prideaux informs us,—</p> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>“<span class="smcap">Bardus</span> possessed his father Druis’ place. To his ancestors -Phylosophy, Magick, Politicks, Rites and Ceremonies, this man added -Poetry, and set all their excellencies at a higher key. 2. From him -we have the ancient Bardi, the chroniclers of all heroick actions, -and commenders<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_124" id="page_124">{124}</a></span> of their performers, to the imitation of their -posterity, whom an ancient poet thus bespeaketh,—</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Vos quoq. qui fortes animas belloq. peremtas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laudibus in longum vates deducitis ævum.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plurima securi fudistis carmina Bardi.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Then you brave Bards securely song,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The praise of dead Pears;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In lofty strains, for to prolong<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Their fame for many years.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p>3. Their esteem was such amongst the greatest commanders, that if -two armies were even at push of pike, and a Bard had step’d in -between them, they would have held their hands, harkened to their -advice, and not have offered to strike until he were out of danger. -4. Famous amongst those Bards (before the coming of our Saviour) -were held Plenidius and Glaskirion, and of late years, Davye Dee, -David ap Williams and others. They say<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_125" id="page_125">{125}</a></span> the island Bardsey had -Bardorum Insula, its name, from them, and Aquila, Perdix, Patrick, -Maddoch, and both the Merlins the wisards, were from this -institution.”</p> - -<p class="r"> -PRIDEAUX’S INTRODUCTION TO HISTORY, P. 255-256.<br /> -</p></div> - -<p>Although the terms Bard and Poet are those in more general use to -express the rhyme-weaving brotherhood, yet there are words of Gothic -origin which may still be found of uncommon meaning, and, on certain -occasions, even more significant than the former. Thus, a dame -declaiming in heroics to her waiting-women and children, is denominated -a Scold, from the Scalds or Poets of Iceland; and the term Bragger may, -from “Brage” of the Goths, be employed to designate a blustering -Poetaster, who claims, for alleged facility and unquestionable length of -composition, the applause reserved for creative genius and continued -exertion.</p> - -<p class="fint">THE END.<br /><br /><br /> -<i>Printed by Alex. Lawrie & Co. Edinburgh.</i></p> - -<div class="footnotes"><p class="cb">FOOTNOTES:</p> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> In this happy manner of expressing his admiration of the -object before him, the author assures his readers, that he lays no claim -to originality.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> Bumble or bumbart bee. <i>Vide</i> Dr. Jamieson’s Dictionary.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> North of the Tweed <i>beast</i> is applied, as a general term, -to animals, without distinction.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> The following anecdote, with many others equally -interesting, is recorded in a very <i>rare</i> work, to be found in few -<i>collections, however excellent</i>. A gentleman and his friend, passing -along Oxford Road, were stopped by an immense crowd near Hyde Park, and, -on inquiring into the cause, were told that a person of the name of -Vowel was leading to execution at Tyburn. “I wonder what vowel it can -be,” (cried the one). “It is neither U nor I, (replied the other), so -let us pass on.” <span class="smcap">Joe Miller</span>, a very old edition.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> Dunse, supposed to be derived from the old Celtic word -<i>Dun</i>, a hill, is situated in the centre of the county of Berwick, near -to the Lammermoor hills,—is famous for its <i>cabbages</i>,—from its being -the birth-place of <i>Duns Scotus</i>,—and from the number of <i>alehouses</i> -which it contains. For an account of its places of ancient strength, -<i>vide</i> Statistical Account of Scotland, vol. iv.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> Whitadder and Blackadder, probably corruptions of -Whitewater and Blackwater, two streams which, uniting in their course, -empty themselves into the Tweed a little above Berwick.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> Those who feel with the author on this subject, will -consult, with peculiar pleasure, the general tenor of our Parliamentary -Reports.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> -</p> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">O fortes pejoraque passi<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mecum sæpe viri nunc vino pellite curas<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cras ingens iterabimus æquor.<br /></span> -<span class="i11">HOR. ODE 7, LIB. 1.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"> -<span class="label">[9]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -Et vox assensu nemorum ingeminata remugit.<br /> -<span class="i11">GEORG. III.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> The Fern Islands.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> Looking intensely. Dr. Jamieson gives the following -authority for this meaning of the word.— -</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“He girnt, he <i>glourt</i>, he gapt, as he war weid.”<br /></span> -<span class="i5"><small>DUNBAR, MAITLAND POEMS</small>, p. 77.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> -</p> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Il monte avec la main les eperons et gaule,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Le cheval de pegase qui volle en capriole,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Il monte si haut qu’il touche de sa teste les cieux,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Et par ses merveilles ravit en extasses les Dieux,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Les chevaux corruptible qui la bas sur terre son<br /></span> -<span class="i0">En courbettes demi-airs terre-à-tere vont<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Avec humilite soumission et bassesse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">L’adorer, comme Dieu et auteur de leur adresse.<br /><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>See a General System of Horsemanship, &c.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>by the <span class="smcap">Duke of Newcastle</span>.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> Alias “Will o’ the Wisp,”—alias, in Scotland, “Spunkie.” -The reader who is anxious for farther information on this interesting -subject is referred to the notes on <span class="smcap">Marmion</span>.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> Hedio. Sleidan.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <span class="smcap">Scott.</span> <i>Vide</i> Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, vol. ii.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> By some etymologists of that learned class, who not only -know whence words come, but also whither they are going, the term -<i>Fairy</i>, or <i>Faërie</i>, is derived from <i>Faë</i>, which is again derived from -<i>Nympha</i>. It is more probable the term is of oriental origin, and is -derived from the Persic, through the medium of the Arabic. In Persic, -the term <i>Peri</i> expresses a species of imaginary being, which resembles -the Fairy in some of its qualities, and is one of the fairest creatures -of romantic fancy. -</p> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="smcap">Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</span>, p. 115-116.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> Our modern Bachanals will here observe, that punishing by -a bumper is not an invention of these degenerate days. The ancient Danes -were great Topers.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> The drinking vessels of the northern nations were the -horns of animals, of their natural length, only tipt with silver, &c. In -York-Minster is preserved one of those ancient drinking-vessels, -composed of a large elephant’s tooth, of its natural dimensions, -ornamented with sculpture, &c. See <span class="smcap">Drake’s Hist.</span></p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> Tam O’Shanter.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> The story of this Ballad is traditionary in a village at -the foot of Snowden, where Llewelyn the Great had a house. 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