Of that famed wizard's mighty lore, Through many a maze the winning song Till bent at length the listening throng His ancient wounds their scars expand She comes, she comes!-like flash of flare She comes, she comes!-she only came She saw him die: her latest sigh Joined in a kiss his parting breath: The gentlest pair that Britain bare, There paused the harp; its lingering sound The silent guests still bent around, For still they seemed to hear. Then woe broke forth in murmurs weak On Leader's stream, and Learmont's tower, In camp, in castle, or in bower Lord Douglas in his lofty tent, When footsteps light, across the bent, He starts, he wakes:-" What, Richard, hol Arise, my page, arise! What venturous wight, at dead of night, Dare step where Douglas lies?" Then forth they rushed: by Leader's tide. A selcouth sight they see A hart and hind pace side by side As white as snow on Fairnalie. Beneath the moon, with gesture proud, Nor scare they at the gathering crowd, * Wondrous. To Learmont's tower a message sped, First he woxe pale, and then woxe red, The elfin harp his neck around, And on the wind, in doleful sound, Then forth he went; yet turned him oft To view his ancient hall; On the gray tower, in lustre soft, And Leader's waves, like silver sheen, "Farewell, my father's ancient tower! "The scene of pleasure, pomp, or power, Thou never more shalt be. "To Learmont's name no foot of earth Shall here again belong, And on thy hospitable hearth The hare shall leave her young. "Adieu! Adieu!" again he cried. The hart and hind approached the place. And there, before Lord Douglas' face, Lord Douglas leaped on his berry-brown steed, But, though he rode with lightning speed, Some said to hill, and some to glen, Their wondrous course had been; But ne'er in haunts of living men WAR SONG OF THE ROYAL EDINBURGH LIGHT DRAGOONS. THE following War-song was written during the apprehension of an invs. sion. The corps of volunteers, to which it was addressed, was raised in 1797, consisting of gentlemen, mounted and armed at their own expense. It still subsists, as the Right Troop of the Royal Mid-Lothian Light Cavalry, commanded by the Hon. Lieutenant-Colonel Dundas. The noble and constitu`tional measure of arming freemen in defence of their own rights, was nowhere more successful than in Edinburgh, which furnished & force of 3000 armed and disciplined volunteers, including a regiment of cavalry, from the city and county, and two corps of artillery, each capable of serving twelve guns. To such a force, above all others, might, in similar circumstances, be applied the exhortation of our ancient Galgacus: "Proinde ituri in aciem, et majores vestros et posteros cogitate." To horse! to horse! the standard flies, The Gallic navy stems the seas, From high Dunedin's towers we come, Our casques the leopard's spoils surround, Though tamely crouch to Gallia's frown Their ravished toys though Romans mon, Oh, had they marked the avenging call Shall we, too, bend the stubborn head, Dress our pale cheek in timid smile, Or brook a victor's scorn? *The Royal colours. The allusion is to the massacre of the Swiss guards, on the fatal 10th August 1792. It is painful, but not useless to remark, that the passive temper with which the Swiss regarded the death of their bravest countrymen, mercilessly slaughtered in discharge of their duty, encouraged and authorised the progressive injustice by which the Alps, once the seat of the most virtuous and free people on the Continent, at length have been converted into the citadel of a foreign and military despot. A state degraded, is half-enslaved. No! though destruction o'er the land The sun, that sees our falling day, For gold let Gallia's legions fight, If ever breath of British gale Or footstep of invader rude, With rapine foul, and red with blood, Then farewell, home! and farewell, friends! Resolved, we mingle in the tide, To horse! to horse! the sabres gleam; TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS OF GERMAN BALLADS. THE CHASE. THIS and the following ballad were first published anonymously in a small book, entitled, "The Chase and William and Helen;" two ballads, from the German of Gctted Augustus Bürger. Edinburgh: Printed by Mundell and Son, Bank Close, for Manners and Miller, Parliament Square; and sold by T. Cadell, jun., and W. Davies, in the Strand, London. 1796. 4to. It goes generally by the title, "The Wild Huntsman."] THIS is a translation, or rather an imitation of the "Wilde Jäger" of the German poet Bürger. The tradition upon which it is founded bears, that formerly a Wildgrave, or keeper of a royal forest, named Falkenburg, was so much addicted to the pleasures of the chase, and otherwise so extremely profligate and cruel, that he not only followed this unhallowed amusement on the Sabbath, and other days consecrated to religious duty, but accompanied it with the most unheard-of oppression upon the poor peasants who were under his vassalage. When this second Nimrod died, the people adopted a superstition, founded probably on the many various uncouth sounds heard in the depth of a German forest during the silence of the night. They conceived they still heard the cry of the Wildgrave's hounds; and the well-known cheer of the deceased hunter, the sounds of his horse's feet, and the rustling of the branches before the game, the pack, and the sportsmen, are also distinctly discriminated; but the phantoms are rarely, if ever visible. Once, as a benighted Chasseur heard this infernal chase pass by him, at the sound of the halloo with which the Spectre Huntsman cheered his hounds, he could not refrain from crying, “Glück zu Falkenburg!" [Good sport to ye, Falkenburg!] "Dost thou wish me good sport?" answered a hoarse voice; "thou shalt share the game;" and there was thrown at him what seemed to be a huge piece of foul carrion. The daring Chasseur lost two of his best horses soon after, and never perfectly recovered the personal effects of this ghostly greeting. This tale, though told with some variations, is universally believed all over Germany. The French had a similar tradition concerning an aërial hunter, whe infested the forest of Fountainbleau. |