blithe But, O! how changed since yon night! Gladly I turn me from the sight, Unto my tale again. XXXVI. Short is my tale :-Fitz-Eustace' care and even the circumstance of his returning unhurt, and loaded with spoil, from so fatal a conflict, rendered the propagation of any calumny against him easy and acceptable. Other reports gave a still more romantic turn to the King's fate, and averred that James, weary of greatness after the carnage among his nobles, had gone on a pilgrimage, to merit absolution for the death of his father, and the breach of his oath of amity to Henry. In particular, it was objected to the English, that they could never show the token of the iron belt; which, however, he was likely enough to have laid aside on the day of battle, as encumbering his personal exertions. They produce a better evidence, the monarch's sword and dagger, which are still preserved in the Herald's College in London. Stowe has recorded a degrading story of the disgrace with which the remains of the unfortunate monarch was treated in his time. An unhewn column marks the spot where James fell, still called the King's Stone. 1 This storm of Lichfield cathedral, which had been gar But, thanks to Heaven, and good Saint Chad, A guerdon meet the spoiler had!) There erst was martial Marmion found, His hands to Heaven upraised; risoned on the part of the King, took place in the Great Civil War. Lord Brook, who, with Sir John Gill, commanded the assailants, was shot with a musket-ball through the vizor of his helmet. The royalists remarked, that he was killed by a shot fired from St. Chad's Cathedral, and upon St. Chad's day, and received his death-wound in the very eye with which, he had said, he hoped to see the ruin of all the cathedrals in England. The magnificent church in question suffered cruelly upon this and other occasions, the principal spire being ruined by the fire of the besiegers. And thus, in the proud Baron's tomb, The lowly woodsman took the room. XXXVII. Less easy task it were, to show Lord Marmion's nameless grave, and low.1 But every mark is gone; Time's wasting hand has done away The simple Cross of Sybil Grey, And broke her font of stone: But yet from out the little hill Oozes the slender springlet still. And shepherd boys repair To seek the water-flag and rush, And plait their garlands fair; 1 ["A corpse is afterwards conveyed, as that of Marmion, to the Cathedral of Lichfield, where a magnificent tomb is erected to his memory, and masses are instituted for the repose of his soul; but by an admirably imagined act of poetical justice, we are informed that a peasant's body was placed beneath that costly monument, while the haughty Baron himself was buried like a vulgar corpse, on the spot on which he died.-Monthly Review.] 2 [MS. "They dug his bed e'en where he lay."] 8 [MS." But yet where swells the little hill."] That holds the bones of Marmion brave.— With thy heart commune, and be still. Thou left'st the right path for the wrong; XXXVIII. I do not rhyme to that dull elf, That all through Flodden's dismal night, That, when brave Surrey's steed was slain, 'Twas Wilton mounted him again; 'Twas Wilton's brand that deepest hew'd,2 He was the living soul of all; 1 [MS" If thou should'st find this little tomb, Beware to speak a hasty doom."] 2 [MS." He hardest press'd the Scottish ring; 'Twas thought that he struck down the King."] With bearings won on Flodden Field. To whom it must in terms be said, Paint to her mind the bridal's state; That it was held enough to say, "Love they like Wilton and like Clare!" L'ENVOY. TO THE READER. WHY then a final note prolong, 1 Used generally for tale, or discourse. |