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Here stayed their talk,-for Marmion
Gave now the signal to set on.
The Palmer shewing forth the way,
They journeyed all the morning day.

IV. The green-sward way was smooth and good, Through Humbie’s and through Saltoun's wood; A forest glade, which, varying still, Here gave a view of dale and hill; There narrower closed, till over head A vaulted screen the branches made.. “ A pleasant path,” Fitz-Eustace said ; “ Such as where errant knights might see Adventures of high chivalry; Might meet some damsel flying fast, With hair unbound, and looks aghast; And smooth and level course were here, In her defence to break a spear. Here, too, are twilight nooks and dells ; And oft, in such, the story tells,

The damsel kind, from danger freed,
Did grateful pay her champion's meed.”—

He spoke to cheer Lord Marmion's mind :
Perchance to shew his lore designed ;

For Eustace much had pored
Upon a huge romantic tome,
In the hall-window of his home,
Imprinted at the antique dome

Of Caxton or De Worde.
Therefore he spoke,—but spoke in vain,'
For Marmion answered nought again.

Now sudden distant trumpets shrill,
In notes prolonged by wood and hill,

Were heard to echo far;
Each ready archer grasped his bow,
But by the flourish soon they know,

They breathed no point of war.
Yet cautious, as in foeman's land,
Lord Marmion's order speeds the band,


Some opener ground to gain; .
And scarce a furlong had they rode,
When thinner trees, receding, shewed

A little woodland plain.
Just in that advantageous glade,
The balting troop a line had made,
As forth from the opposing shade

Issued a gallant train.


First came the trumpets, at whose clang
So late the forest echoes rang ;
On prancing steeds they forward pressed,
With scarlet mantle, azure vest ;
Each at his trump a banner wore, .
Which Scotland's royal scutcheon bore :
Heralds and pursuivants, by name
Bute, Islay, Marchmount, Rothsay, came

In painted tabards, proudly showing
Gules, Argent, Or, and Azure glowing,

Attendant on a King-at-arms, Whose hand the armorial truncheon held, That feudal strife had often quelled,

When wildest its alarms.

He was a man of middle age;
In aspect manly, grave, and sage,

As on king's errand come ; But in the glances of his eye, · A penetrating, keen, and sly

Expression found its home;
The flash of that satiric rage,
Which, bursting on the early stage,
Branded the vices of the age,

And broke the keys of Rome.
On milk-white palfrey forth he paced;
His cap of maintenance was graced

With the proud heron-plume.

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From his steed's shoulder, loin, and breast,

Silk housings swept the ground,
With Scotland's arms, device, and crest,

Embroidered round and round.
The double tressure might you see,

First by Achaius borne,
The thistle, and the fleur-de-lis,

And gallant unicorn. .
So bright the King's armorial coat,
That scarce the dazzled eye could note,
In living colours, blazoned brave,
The Lion, which his title gave.
A train, which well beseemed his state,
But all unarmed, around him wait.
Still is thy name in high account,

And still thy verse has charms,

Sir David Lindesay of the Mount, .: Lord Lion King-at-arms !

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