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four pages of such common-place declamation as, had it been sufficiently sonorous, might have been recited with great effect before the subscribers to the Literary Fund, but, being as : deficient in sound as in sense, is equally unfit for public applause and for private gratification :

The second epistle opens again with « chance and change :" but it cannot be denied that the mode in which it is introduced is new and poetical. The comparison of Ettricke forest, now open and naked, with the state in which it once was, covered with wood, the favourite resort of the royal hunt, and the refuge of daring outlaws,-leads the poet to imagine an antient thorn gifted with the powers of reason, and relating the various scenes which it has witnessed during a period of three hundred years. A melancholy train of fancy is naturally encouraged by the idea :.

When, musing on companions gone,
We doubly feel ourselves alone,
Something, my friend, we yet may gain,
There is a pleasure in this pain:
It soothes the love of lonely rest,
Deep in each gentler heart impressed.
'Tis silent amid worldly toils,
And stifled soon by mental broils ;
But, in a bosom thus prepared,
Its still small voice is often heard,
Whispering a mingled sentiment,
'Twixt resignation and content.
Oft in my mind such thoughts awake,
By lone St. Mary's silent lake;
Thou know'st it well,—nor fen, nor sedge,
Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge;
Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink
At once upon the level brink;
And just a trace of silver sand
Marks where the water meets the land.
Far in the mirror, bright and blue,
Each hill's huge outline you may view,
Shaggy with heath, but lonely bare,
Nor tree, nor bush, nor brake is there,
Save where, of land, yon slender line
Bears thwart the lake the scattered pine.
Yet even this nakedness has power,
And aids the feeling of the hour:
Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy,
Where living thing concealed might lie;
Nor point, retiring, hides a dell,
Where swain, or woodman lone, might dwell;
There's nothing left to fancy's guess,
You see that all is loneliness :


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And silence aids, though these steep hills
Send to the lake a thousand rills;
lo summer tide, so soft they weep,
The sound but lulls the ear asleep;
Your horse's hoof-tread sounds too rude,

So stilly is the solitude.'
A few of the lines which follow breathe as true a spirit
of peace and repose, as even the simple strains of our vener.
able Walton :

. If age had tamed the passions' strife,
And fate had cut my ties to life,
Here, have I thought, 'twere sweet to dwell,
And rear again the chaplain's cell,
Like that same peaceful hermitage,
Where Milton longed to spend his age.
'Twere sweet to mark the setting day,
On Bourhope's lonely top decay ;
And, as it faint and feeble died,
On the broad lake, and mountain's side,
To say, “ Thus pleasures fade away;
Youth, talents, beauty, thus decay,
And leave us dark, forlorn, and grey;"-
Then gaze on Dryhope's ruined tower,
And think on Yarrow's faded Flower ;
And when that mountain-sound I heard,
Which bids us be for storm prepared,
The distant rustling of his wings,
As up his force the Tempest brings,
"Twere sweet, ere yet his terrors rave,
To sit upon the Wizard's grave;
That Wizard Priest's, whose bones are thrust
From company of holy dust;
On which no sun beam ever shines-
(So superstition's creed divines,)
Thence view the lake, with sullen roar,
Heave her broad billows to the shore,
And mark the wild swans mount the gale,
Spread wide through mist their snowy sail,
And ever stoop again, to lave
Their boboms on the surging wave :
Then, when, against the driving hail,
No longer might my plaid avail,
Back to my lonely home retire,
And light my lamp, and trim my fire:
There ponder o'er some mystic lay,
Till the wild tale had all its sway,
And, in the bittern's distant shriek,
I heard unearthy voices speak,
And thought the Wizard Priest was come,
To claim again his ancient home!




And bade my busy fancy range,
To frame him fitting shape and strange,
Till from the task my brow I cleared,
And smiled to think that I had feared.

• But chief, 'twere sweet to think such life,
(Though but escape from fortune's strife,)
Something most matchless good, and wise,
A great and grateful sacrifice ;
and deem each hour, to musing given,

A step upon the road to heaven' With regard to the other introductory episties, it may suffice to observe that none of them are, in our opinion, equally poetical with that which we have just mentioned. “ Chance and change" are still, more or less, the subject of all ; and it is somewhat remarkable that five, out of the six, commence with a winter-piece.

We now attend to the poem itself; the fable of which we shall analyze previously to pointing out those peculiarities which must be noticed in order to justify our preceding censure.

The hero is a purely fictitious character,-an English Baron in high credit at the court of Harry the Eighth, who is sent by his sovereign to inquire into the reason of the hostile preparations made by James the Fourth of Scotland. He is first introduced to us on his arrival at Norham Castle, where he is hospitably welcomed by Sir Hugh Heron, the Commander of the place, and lodged for the night. The description of his person is very picturesque :

• Along the bridge Lord Marmion rode,
Proudly his red-roan charger trod,
His lielm hung at the saddle bow;
Well, by his visage, you might know
He was a stalworth knight, and keen,
And had in many a battle been ;
The scar on his brown cheek revealed
A token true of Bosworth field ;
His eye-brow dark, and ege of fire,
Shewed spirit proud, and prompt to ire;
Yet lines of thought upon his cheek,
Did deep design and counsel speak.

His forehead, by his casque worn bare,
His thick moustache, and curly hair,
Coal-black, and grizzled here and there,

But more through toil than age;
His square-turned joints, and strength of limb,
Shewed him no carpet knight so trim,
But, in close fight, a champion grim,

In camps, a leader sage.

His accoutrements and 'retinue are painted with equal spirit, and equal attention to character, and the description of his entertainment at the castle, which occupies the largest part of the canto, transports the reader to the scene which is represented, and makes him in imagination a partaker of the old baronial state and merriment, Marmion demands a guide to conduct him to Edinburgh, and is answered:

“ For such like need, my lord, I trow,
Norbam can find you guides enow;
For here be some have pricked as far,
On Scottish ground, as to Dunbar;
Have drunk the monks of Sr. Bothau's al,
Aud driven the beeves of Lauderdale ;
Harried the wives of Greenlaw's goods,

And given them light to set their hoods." - .
Marmion expresses his admiration of the qualifications
of his proposed conductors,--but prudently reflects that, as
he is going on a message of peace, it would be better to be
seen in more peaceable company. Ile therefore solicits a
less dangerous associate :

A Herald were ny fitting guide,
Or Friar, sworn in peace to bide;
Or Pardoner, or travelling Priest,

. Or strolling Pilgrim, at the least.' This request produces some very lively satirical verses on the manners of the clergy. One friar, who would otherwise have answered the purpose to admiration, is fully as quarrel. some as the joily • Harriers of the Wifes of Greenlaw's goods :' - the chaplain of the castle has never been seen since the last siege, which induced him to abandon his flock and take up a more secure residence in one of the stalts of Durham cathedral; .. Our Norham Vicar, woe betide,

Is all too well in case to ride ;'and Friar John of Tilmouth, the fitest of all men, has had private reasons for keeping snug on this side of Tweed, ever since he was found shrieving the Wife of old Bughtrig. In this extremity, a Palmer, who, after having visited all the most celebrated shrines on the continent, happens to be at that moment lodged in the castle of Norham on his way to Saint Andrew's, and is perfectly well acquainted with every step of the road, is chosen for the purpose required. As this personage is one of the most essential characters in the history, it becomes necessary, in order to make our accoun

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more clear, to mention some preceding events which, in the poem itself, are but partially revealed before the final denoue. ment.

Some years previous to the period at which the tale opens, Lord Marmion had seduced a nun of Fontevraud, named Constance de Beverley; who, having filed with him from her convent, continued to attend him in the disguise of a page. Her faithless lover, however, afterward grows enamoured of the person and possessions of Clara de Clare, sole heiress of the great house of Gloucester, at that time betrothed to Ralph de Wilton, a noble English Baron, whose disgrace and death become necessary to the accomplishment of Marmion's purpose. With this view, he accuses de Wilton of treason before the king, forges a correspondence between him and the enemies of the state, and, overcoming him in the duel which he fights to prove the truth of his assertions, leaves him (as is supposed) dead on the field. De Wilton survives, however, unknown to his rival : but, his guilt being adjudged to be clearly proved, he finds himself condemned to wander about the world in the disguise of a Palmer, and, as such, is at last appointed in the manner above related to accompany Lord Marmion to Edinburgh. His gloomy and mysterious character (for he contrives, in course, to keep his real person concealed from his enemy,) forms one of the principal points of interest in the subsequent part of the story.

Meanwhile, Clara, having lost her lover, refuses to become the wife of his enemy, and, in order to avoid his persecutions, flies to the convent of Whitby. Constance, whose jealousy is worked up to a pitch of phrenzy by Marmion's persevering pursuit of his new mistress, endeavours to put her out of the way by poison ; and Marmion, having discovered and thwarted her design, sends her to the monastery of Lindisfarne, where he commends her (still disguised “ in man's attire," as Mr. Braham says,) to the protection of the blind abbot of Saint Cuthbert.

Canto II. leads us, very abruptly, (since we are not previ. ously informed of the circumstances now detailed,) from Mar. mion to the Abbess of Whitby; who, accompanied by Clara and other sisters of the convent, is on her voyage to Lindis. farne : being summoned (as Mr. Scott, somewhat hudibrastie cally observes,)

There with Saint Cuthbert's Abbot old,
And Tynemouth's prioress, to hold
A chapter of Saint Benedict,
For Inquisition stern and strict
On two Apostates from the faith,
And, if need were, to doom to death.' (p. 82.)


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