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man, on a given signal, put to his mouth a large horn which hung by his side, and altogether they blew as loudly as possible. This they repeated at regular intervals which caused a tremendous noise, and created the utmost consternation in the English ranks. Still they approached, but, on seeing the excellent arrangements of the enemy—their strong position, the large earthworks which protected their camp, and the dead bodies of their comrades lying thickly around—they grew faint-hearted. Consulting together, they resolved to retreat. Once more the Scots were masters of the situation. They had routed one English army and scared away a second. Their task was done, and at once they began to make preparations for their return home.

Sir Ralph Percy, who had been severely wounded. was still a prisoner in the hands of the Scots. He begged for liberty to return to the most convenient place in Northumberland, where his wounds would be best attended to. To this. the Scots readily assented. They prepared a litter, and, in a manner befitting his rank and prowess, he was carefully conveyed to Newcastle.

On the English side there were left dead on the field, including those slain in the pursuit, 1,040 men. About 1,000 were wounded. The Scots had over too slain, and 200 taken prisoners. They were too precipitate in following up the pursuit, hence the proportionately large number made captive.

The work of burying the dead occupied some time, after which the victors followed the ancient custom of marking off the place to posterity; and especially as a memorial of their fallen chief, they prepared an upright stone, and a suitable socket or base. This they erected on the spot where Douglas fell. That memorial, unfortunately, disappeared more than a hundred years ago, and a modern cross, now erroneously called “Percy Cross,” was erected some years later at a place mid-way between the site of the old “battle stone" and the present turn-pike road. The modern cross stands in a thin plantation, three quarters of a mile west of the village of Otterburn, and a hundred paces from the road, from which it is easily seen in passing. It consists of a roughly built circular pedestal about five feet high. In the centre of this is placed the socket which belonged to the old “ battle stone" (the only part of the old memorial extant). Into this socket is fixed a shaft which tapers to a point at the top, the total length of which is nine and a half feet. This stone is nothing else than an old architrave from the kitchen fire-place of Otterburn Hall.

There is another interesting memorial of the

battle on the north side of the road, about a mile west of the battlefield, consisting of a large semi circular seat cut in free stone. Into the back of the seat three slabs of a darker stone are set, on which are carved the following words. That to the left runs thus :

“Give me the making of the

people's songs, and I will let
who will make their laws.

“ANDREW FLETCHER."
The centre one reads :-

“On these fields on the

Toth August, 1388, the battle
of Otterburn was fought,
and deeds were done
which in the noblest of
English ballads live

immortally recorded." (The date of the battle given above is, without doubt, incorrect. The most reliable, as well as the greater number of, authorities are agreed that the correct date is 19th August).

The one on the right bears a sentence from Sir Philip Sidney :

“I never heard the old song

of Percy and Douglas, that
I found not my heart more

moved than with a trumpet." At the right side of the seat is a Latin inscription, declaring that this memorial was erected five hundred years after the battle by “ W.HJ.” The three concluding letters are the initials of the then member of Parliament for Gateshead_ Mr. James.

Two days after the battle, the Scots, having enclosed in coffins the bodies of Douglas and the two squires who fell with him, started for Scotland. They had constructed slender biers by means of which the coffins were conveyed

along.

“Then on the morne they mayde them beerys

Of byrch and haysell graye;
Many a wydowe with wepying teyres

Ther makes they fette awaye." Resting mid-way over night, they arrived at Melrose on the evening of the following day. An elaborate ceremony befitting the rank and power of Douglas, and the circumstances of his death, was performed in the Abbey church in presence of the whole army. The remains were placed in a tomb beside the high altar. The place is still marked off, and sacredly observed as the grave of a distinguished member of a no less distinguished family. The bloodstained banner, beside which on the field of battle, he had acquitted himself so nobly, was suspended over the remains. This pennon, the identical relic which Douglas captured from Percy before the gates of Newcastle, is carefully and reverently preserved in Cavers House, the

By lone St. Mary's lake, we pass;

Through Yarrow Braes we stray ; In Ettrick Shaws, we chant again

The Shepherd's tuneful lay.

By Tweed's fair stream, we fondly pause,

And on its glories dwell,
And think of him of Abbotsford

Who loved it all so well.

By moonlight once again we see

St. David's ruined pile; And hear the White Monks masses sing

Within the lofty aisle.

ancestral home of the descendants of the hero
of Otterburn.
“Green Cavers, hallow'd by the Douglas name,

Tower from thy woods ! assert thy former fame !
Hoist the broad standard of thy peerless line,

Till Percy's Norman banner bow to thine!” It would not be easy to decide whether the net result of this event was gain or loss to the victors. It is doubtful, indeed, if the victory can be considered as adequate compensation for the loss of Scotland's bravest and most experienced soldier and chieftain. There was no great national issue at stake as in the case of Bannock burn or even Halidon Hill; and so it may be said that, while the country sustained an irreparable loss in the death of Douglas, the victory had no lasting salutary effect in preserving it from the consequences of Southern usurpation and intrigue. Neither did it result in the display of a more pacific spirit on the part of the Scots towards their Southern neighbours. The restless, unsubdued spirit of the Border reivers was ready to break out afresh on the first opportunity. With scarcely sufficient interval for breathing space, they were again on the warpath, marching across the Border, harassing and plundering their old enemy. But, be it loss or gain, posterity has no more brilliant example of individual prowess and indomitable courage and heroism, than that displayed on the field of Otterburn.

No. III.-Homildon Hill next month.

Of Border feud and foray wild

We dream, of Flodden field, And Ancrum Moor and Redswire Raids.

These quarrels now are healed.

Again we see the dear old home;

We children on the green, The old folks gaze with smiling looks,

Upon the cheerful scene.

And as our hearts fill up with joy,

At mem'ries of the past, We wish anew, but wish in vain,

That youth might longer last.

Then starting from these day-dreams sweet,

We find our youth has gone ; That work and duty must be met,

Tho' exiled and alone.

Tbe Eriled Borderer. Away from dear old Borderland,

Our thoughts oft sadly stray To that loved home of childhood's years,

Where life was young and gay. The sun then seemed to shine more bright,

The moon to shine more clear, And musing on the lovely scenes,

Quick starts th' unwonted tear.

But who shall say those dreams are vain ?

Traditions of the past
Shall mould the lives of coming men,

As long as time shall last.

Then let us with brave Border hearts,

Our work and duty do,
Where'er our lot, whate'er our task,

Be honest through and through.

Our glorious record of the past,

Unsullied by a stain, Let's hand it down from sire to son,

And long may it remain,

In fancy once again, we walk

By Teviot's murm'ring stream,
And watch the ripples as they glint

In sunlight's fading beam.
Or climb the lofty Cheviot's brow,

And mark the swelling vales,
The streamlet's course, the shaggy woods,

The grassy hills and dales. From Eildon's peaks the landscape round,

With glistening eyes, we view, And conn its many beauties rare,

Tho' old, yet ever new.

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LIST OF CONTENTS. Sir CHARLES TENNANT, BART. By WM. SANDERSON. (Portrait and Illustrations), - . 101 CANOBIE DICK: A LEGEND OF THE EILDONS. By the EDITOR, - - - - - - 104 BORDER BATTLES AND BATTLEFIELDS: OTTERBURN (Concluded). By JAMES ROBSON. (Illustrated), 106 THE EXILED BORDERER. By DHU-GLAS ELWANI, - - EDITORIAL NOTICES AND LIST OF CONTENTS, - - - - . . .

. . 110 CAERLANRIG : A NOVEL. By Sir GEORGE DOUGLAS, Bart., THE PRINCIPAL AND THE SCHOOL-BOY. (Illustrated), - . THE ABBEYS OF THE BORDER. No. 1.-MELROSE. By JAMES THOMSON. (Illustrated), 116 THE QUARRY MASTER : A BORDER STORY. By ALEXANDER SELKIRK,

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Caerlanrig, A Hovel.
BY SIR GEORGE DOUGLAS, BART.,

Author of "The New Border Tales," “ The Fireside Tragedy."
CHAP. III.

“ Then let them set to work, at once, to clear

away the snow. While you have been away, I YN a very short time, a small relieving party have noticed that the wind has changed-we

had been got together. They were shall have a thaw before morning.”

armed with spades and shovels, and, “It has set in already, my lord,” observed lighted by lanterns, set out from the inn-taking Jeffrey, who stood uncovered by the carriage, their way over the snow, under the guidance of and who had stooped down and taken up some Lord Beltrees' son. They travelled westward, snow in his hand. the road in that direction being one of the main “Is that Jeffrey ? Ah, I remember you! entrances to Scotland from Carlisle and the Come, get me out of this hobble, and we'll surrounding country.

renew acquaintance at Rest-and-be-thankful As they trudged along, the landlord spoke. afterwards." “ They say that misfortunes never come singly,” The voice which spoke out of the carriage quoth he, “and from two accidents having revealed plainly the exhaustion of suffering in happened near my house within such a short the speaker. But no less plainly was it the voice time, it looks as if the saying was true.”

of one accustomed to command, and to command These were his spoken words; but all the not others only. The accent of self-possession while he held in reserve, for his own private use, in the face of difficulties and annoyances was the more comfortable adage that “'tis an ill wind perfect-the finished result of the discipline of that blows nobody good."

high breeding of the old school. After walking the best part of a mile, they at Encouraged and directed by Morden, and the length beheld the carriage half-buried in the landlord, the men now set to work with a will, snow before them. As they came up to it, one and ere very long had shovelled away the greater of the window-glasses was lowered, and a voice part of the obstructing snow. Then the coachfrom the interior addressed Morden.

man whipped up his horses, and the animals “You have found the house and brought started forward, pulling from the collar ; the men back the men ?"

laid their hands on the spokes of the wheels, and “ Yes, father.”

with an effort and a shout the carriage was drawn clear. By this time the change of weather was warming-pan in the bed. Your lordship may feel beyond doubt. The air had grown milder, and quite easy about the sheets, which are well aired.” the snow felt soft, and began to “ball ” beneath "Ah, that is comfortable! This is your wife, the tread. The distance to the inn was traversed Jeffrey ? Well, I will go upstairs at once-give at a foot's pace.

me your arm, Eustace.” It was now near midnight, yet they found the The servants had by this time disposed of house lighted up and astir. The name of their load of leathern valises, dressing-cases, Beltrees had acted like a spell upon the brisk dispatch-boxes, fur rugs, and the like; so the and bustling Mrs. Jeffrey, who had awakened old nobleman passed out of the kitchen, and Mar’an, and resumed the labours of the day with began slowly to climb the stairs, supported by redoubled energy, after the briefest of nocturnal his son, preceded by Mrs. Jeffrey bearing a respites.

light, and followed by the landlord. The horses having drawn up at the inn-door, Now facing the top of the stairs was the door Jeffrey carefully assisted the invalid to alight of the bedroom which had been spoken of as from the carriage; and then, stepping before him the west room, and as she went first with the into the house, turned and bowed to the ground. light, the landlady was surprised to observe that,

“Welcome back to your own country, and notwithstanding the lateness of the hour, the your own people, my lord!”

door stood slightly open. Within the room “Thank you, Jeffrey, thank you! Yes, I am there seemed to be no light save that of a anxious to see Beltrees once more.”

dying fire, yet, in the narrow aperture, the A wistful pathos in the cadence of the shadow of a human figure could be distinctly speaker's voice told plainly enough what he seen. This surprised the landlady less. Like forebore to add, namely that he knew full well most of the rest of us, she probably argued of for what purpose he had come home.

the actions of others from her own. Or, if not Lamps were alight in the kitchen, and a that, at any rate it has generally been admitted bright fire burned on the hearth, so that as his that, from the days of Eve downward, curiosity lordship unfastened the long gaberdine in which has borne a large part among feminine motives. he was enveloped, the emaciation of his tall and What more natural, then, than that the strange distinguished figure was revealed, not less than lady, disturbed in her slumbers by the bustle of the traces left on his fine features by the heart so queerly-timed an arrival at the inn, should malady which from time to time agonized his have risen from her bed and stationed herself at a frame. He sank into a chair, whilst Jeffrey coign of vantage to observe who the new-comers com passionately marvelled at the change in him. might be. And, as for her reasons for conceal

There now entered the kitchen Jacques ment, these were not difficult to surmise, for at Mignon, his lordship’s French valet, and another this late hour of the night her toilet was probably servant, laden with baggage. The valet was imperfect. looking exceedingly depressed, as though he Meantime, the progress of the party on the believed himself to have been carried off into staircase was slow, for they took their time from servitude in some land of eternal snows, and his lordship, who paused on every third or fourth despaired of ever again gladding his eyes with a step to rest and take breath. He was chatting sight of the Boulevards. He was silent, but pleasantly to Jeffrey all the while, and the private behind his black moustache were the words, opinion of the landlord, who was charmed with formed if not uttered, “ Que diable fais-je dans his condescension, was that his lordship had cette galère ?"

greatly mellowed under the influence of age and Having recovered his breath, Lord Beltrees ill-health. Well, Mrs. Jeffrey had reached the resumed.

landing, and the others were following her at “I should dearly have liked to sit up to drink their own pace, when she turned round so as to a glass of wine with you, Jeffrey, and talk over throw the light of the candle on the staircase. old times. Ah! those old times, what times It fell full on the face of the old nobleman, who they were! But I believe the best thing I can happened to be saying at that moment, “I do is to go to bed as soon as possible. Which wonder if you remember an otter-hunt, Jeffrey, room can you give me?”.

one very hot day in August, it must be thirty This was Mrs. Jeffrey's department, and years ago, when the hounds had met at accordingly she stept forward.

Caerlanrig..." "It is very unfortunate that the west room J ust then, from the door which stood ajar is occupied, my lord, by a lady who arrived by behind her, the landlady heard a sound which the coach this afternoon. But the fire in the east made her heart leap. It was that of a painful room is burning up well, and I have put the gasp, followed by a prolonged rustling of drapery. As I have said, Mrs, Jeffrey was at first a know her own mind. To which honest Jeffrey, good deal startled by the sound. But she had who had grown fat on easy living, replied with self-command enough to say nothing, and a great yawn, that fine company was all very quickly recollecting herself, she came to the well in its way, but that for his part he was glad conclusion that her lady visitor must have had he was not often called upon to sit up so late at a relapse to the weakness of the afternoon, and night, with the prospect of rising so early the fainted again. And with this conclusion came next day. But whatever may have been the an impulse of impatience. For landladies are good man's objections to late hours, it was but human after all, all things are relative, and obvious that one at least of his visitors did not it must be admitted that in Mrs. Jeffrey's estima- share them. After attending his father upstairs, tion the last arrivals at the inn had cast the the Master of Beltrees had returned to the brilliant guest of the afternoon completely into kitchen, refreshed and debonair, and more the shade. However, nobody but herself volatile than before. appeared to have heard the ill-omened sounds, “If his lordship can live without eating,” he which was fortunate; for it would be very exclaimed, “I'm sure it's more than I can do," regrettable that Lord Beltrees should be dis. and having eagerly declined the offers of tressed by a disagreeable scene which might be Mrs. Jeffrey, he called to Jacques, and desired avoided. Accordingly she resolved to say that the valet would make him an omelette as nothing about what she had heard for the quickly as possible. present, to see his lordship safely to his room, Eggs were broken, accordingly, and soon an and then to return to the assistance of the appetizing odour pervaded the kitchen. Meanfainting lady.

time the landlady, not exactly best pleased that Having discharged her duties, then, as quickly her services had been passed over, laid the table as might be, she opened the door of the west in the parlour for one. room without knocking, and entered. She was “Why, I cannot eat without talking !” exconsiderably taken aback to find Mrs. Allonby claimed Morden, when he saw this. "I posi

-not extended senseless on the floor in a tively require conversation at a repast, or at the robe-de-chambre, as she had expected, but fully worst a listener. Lay places for two at once, attired, a-foot, and busily occupied in gathering if you please, and send Jeffrey here ... But together and replacing in her trunk the few no; he is half-asleep already-it would be articles which had been taken from it.

cruelty to keep him from his bed. Where “I am sure I beg your pardon, madam,” said is the young man whom I saw just now, who the worthy woman in some confusion, “I feared opened the door to me when I knocked ? Tell that you were unwell.”

hin I request the pleasure of his company." “Not at all,” returned the stranger lady Since the arrival of Lord Beltrees' party at coldly, though the pallor of her countenance the inn, Lawson had remained in the backsorely belied her words. “On the contrary, I ground; but he now made his re-appearance, feel so completely restored that I am anxious to nothing loth. Whilst assisting to release the proceed on my journey with the least possible carriage, he had exchanged a few remarks with delay."

Morden, and either had been favourably imHere again was a surprise for Mrs. Jeffrey, pressed with the other. for until now the lady had said not a word about “ It is very kind of you, sir, to give me your departing, and had indeed seemed utterly care company,” said Eustace politely, as he motioned less whether she ever reached her journey's end his guest to a seat, “I only regret that I have or not.

so little to offer you. I am given to understand But now her tone was entirely changed. that, in the department of the kitchen, Scotland Since it was impossible to leave the inn at once, affords only raw material, and even that only in she earnestly enquired what was the earliest coarse kinds. (Yes, I have not been misinhour at which she could start the next morning, formed. Here is a sample of the bread of the and being assured that the Coach would be country; heavy, moist, spongy-only fit to be ready at daybreak, before closing her door for eaten after being well toasted.). However, althe night she repeatedly commanded the land- most every Frenchman has a light hand for an lady to see that she was waked in good time. omelette, and I've little doubt that in favourable

When the landlord and his wife were by circumstances that fellow of ours could turn themselves again, Mrs. Jeffrey observed that out as many as from five-and-twenty to thirty she was now more than ever convinced that different kinds. I desired him also to fry me a their visitor must be some very fine lady in- few slices of sobrazada, a Spanish sausage, deed, because it was evident that she did not manufactured from acorn-fed pork. It is my

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