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The number of slain on either side was heavy. That of the Scots amounted, in all, probably to from 10,000 to 12,000 men. “Of Scots lay slayne full XII thousands,

And XI earls, the soothe for to say ;
XIII lords, and three bishops, as I understand,
With two abbots, which have learned a new play,
They should have been at home for peace to pray,
Wherefore they were this wise punished by right;
So thy helpe, O Lord, preserved our prince his right.”

On the English side the number of slain has been estimated at considerably less than the Scots, although, considering the manner in which the Scots fought, especially during the latter part of the conflict, when the English must have

tions occurred between the time they left Edinburgh and the day of battle. 40,000 foot, and 4000, or, at most, 5000 horse-soldiers would be the limit of James' force when brought into the field. The English would perhaps not quite equal that number, but would certainly not be far short of it.

In ballad, in song, and in story has Flodden been immortalized. It is said indeed that more poetry has been written about Flodden Field than any other battle since the days of Homer; and that the effect of the battle was felt for generations after ; and even at this day in Scotland, Flodden cannot be mentioned without a sen

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susfered much greater loss proportionately than their opponents, their total loss was probably very nearly, if not quite, equal to that of the Scots.

As to the number of men which composed the respective armies before the commencement of the battle, bistory does not enlighten us with any degree of precision. Although it has been estimated, and correctly so, that 100,000 men left the Borough Moor, it is certain that not half that number passed in battle array before the proud monarch on Branxton Ridge. Large numbers of these consisted of waggoners, sutlers, servants, and camp-followers; while many deser

sation of terror and sorrow. Sir Walter has said that there is scarcely a Scottish family of eminence who does not number an ancestor killed at Flodden.

"To town and tower, to town and dale,

To tell red Flodden's dismal tale,
And raise the universal wail.
Tradition, legend, time and song,
Shall many an age that wail prolong :
Still from the sire the son shall hear
Of stern strife, and carnage drear,

Of Flodden's fatal field,
Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear,

And broken was her shield.”
Riddell, the great genealogist, says, “The

more I look into any Scottish charter-chest, the degraded; her commerce and her agriculture more I am sensibly struck ; almost every dis- neglected. Henceforth her historic page aspires tinguished Scottish family having then been little to glory; but still continues deeply to prematurely deprived of an ancestor or member.” interest by the peculiarity, and variety, and even

Not only families suffered the loss of individual by the tragical nature of its events.” members but communities suffered in much Flodden Hill, on which the Scots fixed their larger measure. The shire of Selkirk was one camp a few days before the battle, is now entirely of these. Out of a considerable force of stalwart covered with trees. It is approached from the yeomen, many of whom formed part of the main Wooler road by a carriage drive, which king's body-guard, comparatively few returned ; encircles nearly the whole of Flodden Hill, and and the burgess roll of Selkirk was reduced to a on the west end approaches the rock, which is mere fraction.

known by the name of “The King's Chair." Of the dire results of this disaster, which Earthworks in the shape of irregular mounds are plunged the nation into mourning and despair, still traceable, indicating the position of the no more telling or pathetic description can be Scottish camp. given than that of Pinkerton, the gisted his. On the brow of the hill, surrounded and protorian:“No event more immediately calamitous tected by an elegantly-built, substantial wall, is than the defeat of Flodden darkens Scottish The "Well of Sybil Grey," (erroneously so called, annals. Shrieks of despair resounded through as the spring from which Marmion is said to the kingdom. Wives, mothers, daughters, rushed have drunk is near the village of Branxton.) into the streets, and highways; tearing their hair, The following words are engraved on the inindulging all the distraction of sorrow, while each terior surface of the wall :invoked some favourite name, a husband, a son, “Driuk wcary | pilgrim | drink and stay a father, a brother, a lover, now blended in one Best | by the | well | of | Sybil | Grey." bloody mass of destruction. While the pleasing The sparkling stream issues from a huge mass labours of harvest were abandoned, while an of solid rock, and would doubtless be used by awful silence reigned in the former scenes of the Scots to quench their thirst previous to their rural mirth, the castle and the tower echoed to encountering the Southern host on the plain the lamentations of noble natrons and virgins ; below. the churches and chapels were filled with Seated by the well of Sybil Grey, and viewing melancholy processions, to deprecate the divine the landscape to the east and north we behold a vengeance, and to chant with funereal music the scene of surpassing beauty. On the east, flowing masses of the slain. Nor amid the pangs of northward, are seen, though only at rare interprivate distress was the monarch forgotten; the vals, the glistening waters of the sluggish Till, valiant, the affable, the great, the good ; who in meandering along the thickly wooded dell. The an evil hour, had sacrificed to precipitation a strong battlements of Ford Castle stand out in reign of virtues; who in the vigour of his life bold relief against a mass of thick wood which had fallen in a foreign land, and whose mangled clothes the rising bank beyond the Till. Away body was the prey of his enemies. The national to the north-east we see Barmoor Wood, where sorrow was heightened by terror at the scene the English army encamped the night before the which seemed ready to open, of servitude, and battle. Almost directly north is Sandyford on of ruin. France, itself endangered, could afford the Till, where the English vanguard crossed, no aid ; the English monarch might little regard and at once took up their position near the the ties of blood, but might wrest from his infant village of Branxton. Farther north, and within nephew a kingdom left defenceless by the loss a mile of “Tweed's fair river,” is Twizel Bridge, of its peers and best warriors. Even now the over which Surrey's rearguard passed. philosophers, and the historians, may regard this The small village of Branxton stands about a crisis as the most fatal which ever attacked the mile directly south of the main road from Wooler prosperity of Scotland. The reign of James IV. to Cornhill, and four miles south east of Cold. is allowed to have been the period of the highest stream. “Piper's Hill," a conical-shaped rising national success, and a summit from which the ground stands a few hundred yards south-west of public fortune was gradually to decline, till, in Branxton Church. Towards this point the the present (18th) century, it again began to armies gradually moved, and at its southern base ascend. The defeat at Flodden, the death of is supposed to have been waged the keenest the king, left the country a prey to foreign part of the conflict. It is said also that the king intrigues, which continued till Scotland ceased fell in thù vicinity of “Piper's Hill," and this to form a separate kingdom ; her finances were fact invests the particular spot with special exhausted; her leaders corrupted; her dignity interest to Scotchmen. Heaps of bones and

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Under the Shadow of the Moat. An exile stands upon a foreign shore,

Callants whom fate or fortune have allured, Where restless billows dash themselves to And led beyond the range of “Drums and spray ;

Where wave on wave keep up incessant roar, - To new environments become inured,
But all unheeded and unseen are they ;

And mingle with the world's ignoble strifes. For swifter than the swallow southward flies Yet are there ever in their hearts enshrined, At Winter's near approach, his heart has Visions of Teri-land, with many a thought sought

Of friends and friendships they have left behind, With yearning throb the town that snugly lies Beneath the shadow of the auld green Moat. Beneath the shadow of its auld green Moat.

Callants have wandered in a roving quest “Ah me,” he murmurs, “how my being thrills, To every land 'neath Heaven's almighty dome,

And longs to linger by the limpid streams; And far and near, in north, south, east and west, To roam at random o'er the moors and hills, Some gutter-bluid has made itself a home.

That I, since youth, have only seen in dreams. And thus from all the earth where man resides, I long to tread each storied street and wynd,

Fond hearts are ever turning to the spot Anon revisit every hallowed spot,

Where, into Silvery Teviot, Slitrig glides With fading phantoms of the past entwined, Beneath the shadow of the auld green Moat. Beneath the shadow of the auld green Moat.”


Discovery of ani Ancient Cist near the bronze age, and is probably the burying bawick.

place of a great chief or prince. The "find,"

which has been described as one of the most N 12th November last, an interesting dis remarkable associated with the Borders, has O covery was made at Belvidere on the Cavers created much interest in the district, and Dr.

Estate about three miles from Hawick. Christison's report is looked for with great exBelvidere is a small wood on Cavers Mains farm pectation by local archæologists. on the south side of the river Teviot, and forms a small plateau jutting out somewhat from the NEW MUSIC: The Cornets Lancers' Quadrille, general slope of the dale. As its name implies, is a new piece of music just published by the it commands magnificent views in every well-known Border firm, Messrs. W.& J.Kennedy, direction, embracing nearly the whole of Teviot Hawick. The feature of the piece, which is well dale. A mound marked on the Ordnance Map harmonized and not too difficult, is the weaving as an Ancient Fort, and hitherto regarded as a in of the airs wbich have been played at the British or Roman Camp, has long occasioned Hawick Common Riding for hundreds of years. speculation among the few who were aware of The portrait group of “Callants” who have its existence. Situated some distance from the carried the “ Colour" includes two fathers, two public road, and concealed by the trees, planted sons, and two cornets who have celebrated their probably by a former proprietor for its protection, jubilee as cornets, and the pictorial representation the tumulus has hitherto attracted little attention alone, apart from the music, makes the piece of among archæologists. On the occasion of their considerable value to all interested in the visit to the neighbourhood last summer, the ancient Common Riding celebrations. We feel subject was brought under the notice of the sure that these Lancers will make a welcome Berwickshire Naturalists' Club, but want of time addition to the dance programmes of many prevented their visiting it. The attention of Border gatherings at hame and awa'. Mrs. Palmer Douglas, proprietor of Cavers, and her cousin, Captain Hamilton Anderson, having

Varrow Braes. recently been directed to it, an investigation was made. It was found that the whole of the Poets have sung the silence of thy hills, central mound was composed of stones, forming And how the air in Yarrow-land hangs mute a cairn about 6 feet deep, over a covered tomb O’er scenes, where fierce with savage hate, or cist. The cist itself was 3 ft. 8 in. long by Men strove in blood to end dispute. 2 st. 4 in. wide, and about 3 ft. deep. The

Whence came, sweet vale, the sadness on thy upper stone covering, estimated to weigh about

face, a ton, was 7 ft. long, 2 ft. 9 in. wide, and from

Art thou still broodiug o'er the brave in sleep, 16 to 18 inches thick. Below this was a thinner slab, 6 ft. by 2 ft. 6 in. Inside the cist was

Hath life no anodyne for grief, found a wonderfully perfect skeleton (in a sort

Stirring the quiet's unplumbed deep. of sitting posture with legs crossed) of a highly With memories of a race dead ages since, developed man, apparently of great brain power. Their passions and their woes, with what high The teeth, especially the under ones, were well mood preserved. In addition to the skeleton, there They wrought their deeds in Border-war, were a number of calcined bones and two bone And with what reckless speed they wooed. or horn pins shewing evident traces of manu

Across the placid pools, and up the slopes, facture. The whole were carefully removed for

With swift and silent step, the shadows chase, examination by Dr. Christison, Edinburgh (who

Nor “note” the birds, with folded wings, was present at the opening), and the stones were replaced. In the course of the proceedings

How quickly noon-tide steals apace. a number of photographs were taken by Mr. J. Alack ! thy rounded hills are but grave mounds, E. D). Murray, photographer, Hawick, and these This valley but a city of the dead, should prove of great interest to archæologists. A mystic glamour clings around, Among others present besides Dr. Christison And makes us pace with stealthy tread. were Captain and Mrs. Palmer Douglas, Mr. Walter Haddon, factor, Cavers, Mrs. Craig,

By lone historic haughs and fields and streams, Rev. W. A. Johnman, Ex-Provost Watson and

Where nodding in the sun the hare-bell dips Mr. Robert Murray, Hawick, Dr. Haddon,

To every wind, the ripening corn Denholm, Mr. Robert Elliot, farmer, Cavers

Singeth its joy from golden lips. Mains, &c. The tomb is believed to be one of



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Caerlanrig, A Povel.
Author of “The New Border Tales,” “The Fireside Tragedy''

draggled appearance, and amid the shifts with CHAPTER IX.

which their hard life made them acquainted, LEASED as at first I had been with the had lost much of the instinctive refinement

freedom and constantly changing scenery proper to their sex. Both men and women

of the gipsy-life, its petiy dishonesty and were alike as vain as peacocks-positively subits desw'uvrement ended by wearying and dis- sisting upon applause, and forever talking of gusting me; and as time went on I saw more themselves; but on the other hand, to do them and more clearly that I had no true sympathy justice, one and all were animated by a genuine with my associates. “After all,” said I to my enthusiasm for their art. This enthusiasm remyself, “it is intelligence that makes us human, ceived a powerful stimulus from the central and surely intelligence was meant to serve some figure of the group; and, indeed, I believe that better purpose than that of getting the better of if ever genius struggled against adverse surour neighbours !” So, in quest of change, at roundings it was in the person of Alonzo Brough horse-fair, I joined a company of stroll- Montacute, as our manager chose professionally ing-players, who had erected their booth near to style himself. He was, in truth, a man of our tents, and whose performances had inter- extraordinary parts; and, but for his unfortunate ested me exceedingly.

failing of intemperance, and the drag of a large I suppose that in themselves the ruck of the family and an ill-suited yoke-fellow, must, I performers differed little from the generality of believe, have written his name large across the such vagabonds as are to be met with upholding annals of the English stage. At the time when the art of Thespis under difficulties in out of we became acquainted, he was already somethe way corners of the country. But at that what advanced in life, and his corpulence time, of course, I thought otherwise. The men unfitting him to appear in the character of a possessed in common an addiction to dissipa- hero or a lover, he was generally seen in the tion; whilst the women, though plucky and part of a king or of the the “heavy father” of good comrades, were mostly of somewhat the play-in which he excelled any actor I have

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