And my restless sprite on the beacon's height, At our trysting place," for a certain space, But I had not had power to come to thy bower, Love master'd fear-her brow she cross'd; "Who spilleth life, shall forfeit life; That lawless love is guilt above, He laid his left palm on an oaken beam; The lady shrunk, and fainting sunk, For it scorch'd like a fiery brand. The sable score, of fingers four, There is a nun in Dryburgh bower, There is a monk in Melrose tower, That nun, who ne'er beholds the day," That monk the bold Baron. FROM CADYOW CASTLE. THE ruins of Cadyow or Cadzow Castle, the ancient baronial residence of the family of Hamilton, are situated upon the precipitous banks of the river Evan, about two miles above its junction with the Clyde. It was dismantled, in the conclusion of the Civil Wars, during the reign of the unfortunate Mary, to whose cause the house of Hamilton devoted themselves with a generous zeal, which occasioned their temporary obscurity, and very nearly their total ruin. In detailing the death of the Regent Murray, which is made the subject of the following ballad, it would be injustice to my a Trysting-place--Place of rendezvous, reader to use other words than those of Dr Robertson, whose account of that memorable event forms a beautiful piece of historical painting :— "Hamilton of Bothwellhaugh was the person who committed this barbarous action. He had been condemned to death soon after the battle of Langside, as we have already related, and owed his life to the Regent's clemency. But part of his estate had been bestowed upon one of the Regent's favourites, who seized his house, and turned out his wife, naked, in a cold night, into the open fields, where, before next morning, she became furiously mad. This injury made a deeper impression on him than the benefit he had received, and from that moment he vowed to be revenged of the Regent. Party rage strengthened and inflamed his private resentment. His kinsmen, the Hamiltons, applauded the enterprise. The maxims of that age justified the most desperate course he could take to obtain vengeance. He followed the Regent for some time, and watched for an opportunity to strike the blow. He resolved at last to wait till his enemy should arrive at Linlithgow, through which he was to pass in his way from Stirling to Edinburgh. He took his stand in a wooden gallery, which had a window towards the street; spread a feather-bed on the floor to hinder the noise of his feet from being heard; hung up a black cloth behind him, that his shadow might not be observed from without; and after all this preparation, calmly expected the Regent's approach, who had lodged, during the night, in a house not far distant. Some indistinct information of the danger which threatened him had been conveyed to the Regent, and he paid so much regard to it, that he resolved to return by the same gate through which he had entered, and to fetch a compass round the town. But, as the crowd about the gate was great, and he himself unacquainted with fear, he proceeded directly along the street; and the throng of people obliging him to move very slowly, gave the assassin time to take so true an aim, that he shot him, with a single bullet, through the lower part of his belly, and killed the horse of a gentleman who rode on his other side. His followers instantly endeavoured to break into the house whence the blow had come; but they found the door strongly barricadoed, and, before it could be forced open, Hamilton had mounted a fleet horse, which stood ready for him at a back passage, and was got far beyond their reach. The Regent died the same night of his wound."-History of Scotland, book v. CADYOW CASTLE. ADDRESSED TO THE RIGHT HON. LADY ANNE HAMILTON. WHEN princely Hamilton's abode Then, thrilling to the harp's gay sound, And echoed light the dancer's bound, But Cadyow's towers, in ruins laid, Yet still, of Cadyow's faded fame, For thou, from scenes of courtly pride, And mark the long forgotten urn. Then, noble maid! at thy command, Where, with the rock's wood-cover'd side, And feudal banners flaunt between: Where the rude torrent's brawling course Was shagg'd with thorn and tangling sloe, "Tis night-the shade of keep and spire Is chequering the moonlight beam. Fades slow their light; the east is gray; The drawbridge falls-they hurry out— Urge the shy steed, and slack the rein. First of his troop, the Chief rode on;" His shouting merry-men throng behind; "The head of the family of Hamilton, at this period, was James, Earl of Arran, Duke of Chatelherault, in France, and first peer of the Scottish realm. In 1569, he was appointed by Queen Mary her lieutenant-general in Scotland, under the singular title of her adopted father. The steed of princely Hamilton Was fleeter than the mountain wind. From the thick copse the roebucks bound, Mightiest of all the beasts of chase, The Mountain Bull comes thundering on. Fierce, on the hunter's quiver'd band, Aim'd well, the Chieftain's lance has flown; Sound, merry huntsmen! sound the pryse!" Tis noon-against the knotted oak Proudly the Chieftain mark'd his clan, "Why fills not Bothwellhaugh his place, Stern Claud replied,' with darkening face, "At merry feast, or buxom chase, No more the warrior wilt thou see. "Few suns have set since Woodhouselee Saw Bothwellhaugh's bright goblets foam, a The note blown at the death of the game. See Note 1 of the "NOTES TO CADYOW CASTLE" in the Appendix. The figures of reference throughout the poem relate to further Notes in the Appendix. When to his hearths, in social glee, The war-worn soldier turn'd him home. "There, wan from her maternal throes, His Margaret, beautiful and mild, Sate in her bower, a pallid rose, And peaceful nursed her new-born child. "O change accursed! past are those days: "What sheeted phantom wanders wild, Where mountain Eske through woodland flown? Her arms enfold a shadowy child Oh! is it she, the pallid rose? "The wilder'd traveller sees her glide, He ceased-and cries of rage and grief And half unsheathed his Arran brand. But who, o'er bush, o'er stream and rock, Whose cheek is pale, whose eyeballs glare, FROM THE GRAY BROTHER. THE Pope he was saying the high, high mass, All on Saint Peter's day, With the power to him given, by the saints in heaven, To wash men's sins away. The Pope he was saying the blessed mass, And the people kneel'd around, And from each man's soul his sins did pass, |