And loud, and high, and strange, they rung, Tall wax'd the Spirit's altering form, Rain beats, hail rattles, whirlwinds tear, But not a lock of Moy's loofe hair Wild mingling with the howling gale, The voice of thunder fhook the wood, Next dropp'd from high a mangled arm, Oft Oft o'er that head, in battling field, Stream'd the proud creft of high Benmore; Woe to Moneira's fullen rills! E'en the tired pilgrim's burning feet And we-behind the chieftain's fhield O hone a rie! O hone a rie! The pride of Albin's line is o'er; We ne'er fhall fee Lord Ronald more! The fimple tradition upon which the preceding ftanzas are founded, runs as follows. While two Highland hunters were paffing the night in a folitary bathy (a hut built for the purpose of hunting), and making merry over their venison and whisky, one of them expreffed a wish that they they had pretty laffes to complete their party. The words were scarcely uttered, when two beautiful young women, habited in green, entered the hut, dancing and finging. One of the hunters was feduced by the fyren who attached herself particularly to him, to leave the hut: the other remained, and, fufpicious of the fair feducers, continued to play upon a trump, or Jew's harp, fome ftrain confecrated to the Virgin Mary. Day at length came, and the temptress vanished. Searching in the foreft, he found the bones of his unfortunate friend, who had been torn to pieces and devoured by the Fiend into whose toils he had fallen. The place was, from thence, called the Glen of the Green Women. No. XXI. THE EVE OF SAINT JOHN. ORIGINAL.-WALTER SCOTT. t Smaylhome, or Smallholm Tower, the scene of the following Bal lad, is situated on the northern boundary of Roxburghshire, among a cluster of wild rocks, called Sandiknow-Crags, the property of Hugh Scott, Esq. of Harden. The tower is a high square building, surrounded by an outer wall, now ruinous. The circuit of the outer court being defended, on three sides, by a precipice and morass, is only accessible from the west, by a steep and rocky path, The apartments, as usual, in a Border Keep, or fortress, are placed one above another, and communicate by a narrow stair; on the roof are two bartizans, or platforms, for defence or pleasure. The inner door of the tower is wood, the outer an iron grate; the distance between them being nine feet, the thickness, namely, of the wall. From the elevated situation of Smaylho'me Tower, it is seen many miles in every direction, Among the crags by which it is surrounded, one more eminent called the Watchfold, and is said to have been the station of a beacon in the times of war with England. Without the towercourt is a ruined Chapel. A THE Baron of Smaylho'me rofe with day, He fpurr'd his courser on, Without stop or stay, down the rocky way. He went not with the bold Buccleuch, He went not 'gainst the English yew To lift the Scottish spear. Yet his plate-jack* was braced, and his helmet was laced, At his faddle-gerthe was a good steel sperthe, The Baron return'd in three day's fpace, And his looks were fad and four, And weary was his courfer's pace As he reached his rocky tower, He came not from where Ancram Moor + Where the Douglas true, and the bold Buccleuch, Yet was his helmet hack'd and hew'd, His acton pierced and tere; *The plate-jack is a coat armour; the vaunt brace (avant-bras), armour for the fhoulders and arms; the fperthe, a battle-axe. A. D. 1555, was fought the battle of Ancram Moor, in which Archibald Douglas Earl of Angus, and Sir Walter Scott of Buccleuch, routed a fuperior English army, under Lord Ralph Ivers, and Sir Brian Latoun. |