THE VISION OF DON RODERICK, AND OTHER POEMS. EDINBURGH : Printed by James Ballantyne & Co. THE VISION OF DON RODERICK, AND OTHER POEMS. Moo BY WALTJR SCOTT, ESQ. THE SECOND EDITION. EDINBURGH : PRINTED FOR AND SOLD BY JOHN BALLANTYNE AND CO., EDINBURGH : ALSO BY LONGMAN AND CO., WILLIAM MILLER, WHITE AND CO., AND GALE AND CO., LONDON. 1811. Annex ADVERTISEMENT. THE Publishers have been enabled to add to the present Edition of Don Roderick, several of Mr Scott's smaller Poems, which, though they have before been published se- parately, are not to be found elsewhere in a collected state. 2123803 CONTENTS. THE VISION OF DON RODERICK. PAGE. Introduction 17 The Vision 27 Conclusion < 71 Notes .., 85 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. The Palmer rt 135 The Maid of Niedpath 139 Wandering Willie 144 Hunting Song 14-8 The Violet 151 To a Lady, with Flowers from a Roman Wall... 153 The Bard's Incantation 154- The Resolve 159 Epitaph 163 TO JOHN WHITMORE, ESQ. AND TO THE COMMITTEE OF SUBSCRIBERS FOR RELIEF OF THE FORTUGUEZE SUFFERERS, IN WHICH HE PRESIDES, THIS POEM, COMPOSED FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE FUND UNDER THEIR MANAGEMENT, IS RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED BY WALTER SCOTT. THE following Poem is founded upon a Spanish Tradition, particularly detailed in the Notes ; but bearing, in general, that Don Roderick, the last Gothic King of Spain, when the Invasion of the Moors was impending, had the temerity to descend into an ancient vault, near Toledo, the opening of which had been denounced as fatal to the Spanish monarchy. The legend adds, that his rash curiosity was mortified by an em- blematical representation of those Saracens, who, in the year 714, defeated him in battle, and reduced Spain under their dominion. I have presumed to prolong the Vision of the Revolutions of Spain down to the present eventful crisis of the Peninsula ; and to di- vide it, by a supposed change of scene, into THREE PERIODS. The FIRST of these repre- [ 12 ] sents the Invasion of the Moors, the Defeat and Death of Roderick, and closes with the peaceful occupation of the country by the Victors. The SECOND PERIOD embraces the state of the Peninsula, when the conquests of the Spaniards and Portugueze in the East and West Indies had raised to the highest pitch the renown of their arms ; sullied, how- ever, by superstition and cruelty. An allu- sion to the inhumanities of the Inquisition terminates this picture. The LAST PART of the Poem opens with the state of Spain pre- vious to the unparalleled treachery of BUONA- PARTE ; gives a sketch of the usurpation at- tempted upon that unsuspicious and friendly kingdom, and terminates with the arrival of the British succours. It may be farther pro- per to mention, that the object of the Poem is less to commemorate or detail particular incidents, than to exhibit a general and im- pressive picture of the several periods brought upon the stage. I am too sensible of the respect due to the Public, especially by one who has already experienced more than ordinary indulgence, 9 [ 13 ] to offer any apology for the inferiority of the poetry to the subject it is chiefly designed to commemorate. Yet I think it proper to mention, that while I was hastily executing a work, written for a temporary purpose, and on passing events, the task was most cruelly interrupted by the successive deaths of Lord President BLAIR, and Lord Viscount MEL- VILLE. In those distinguished characters, I had not only to regret persons whose lives were most important to Scotland, but also whose notice and patronage honoured my en- trance upon active life ; and I may add, with melancholy pride, who permitted my more advanced age to claim no common share in their friendship. Under such interruptions, the following verses, which my best and hap- piest efforts must have left far unworthy of their theme, have, I am myself sensible, an appearance of negligence and incoherence, which, in other circumstances, I might have been able to remove. EDINBURGH, June 24>, 1811. THE VISION OF DON RODERICK, Quid dignum mcmorare tuis, Hispania, terris, Vox humana valet ! CLAUDIAN. INTRODUCTION. i LJIVES there a strain, whose sounds of mounting fire May rise distinguished o'er the din of war, Or died it with yon master of the Lyre, Who sung beleaguered Ilion's evil star ? Such, WELLINGTON, might reach thee from afar, Wafting its descant wide o'er Ocean's range ; Nor shouts, nor clashing arms, its mood could mar, All as it swell'd J twixt each loud trumpet- change, That clangs to Britain victory, to Portugal revenge ! 18 INTRODUCTION. II. Yes ! such a strain, with all o'erpowering mea- sure, Might melodize with each tumultuous sound, Each voice of fear or triumph, woe or pleasure, That rings Mondego's ravaged shores around ; The thundering cry of hosts with conquest crown'd, The female shriek, the ruin'd peasant's moan, The shout of captives from their chains unbound, The foil'd oppressor's deep and sullen groan, A Nation's choral hymn for tyranny o'erthrown. III. But we, weak minstrels of a laggard day, Skill'd but to imitate an elder page, Timid and raptureless, can we repay The debt thou claim'st in this exhausted age ? INTRODUCTION. 19 Thou givcst our lyres a theme, that might engage Those that could send thy name o'er sea and land, While sea and land shall last ; for Homer's rage A theme ; a theme for Milton's mighty hand- How much unmeet for us, a faint degenerate band ! IV. Ye mountains stern ! within whose rugged breast, The friends of Scottish freedom found repose ; Ye torrents ! whose hoarse sounds have soothed their rest, Returning from the field of vanquish'd foes j Say, have ye lost each wild majestic close, That erst the choir of bards or druids flung, What time their hymn of victory arose, AndCattraeth's glens with voice of triumph rung, And mystic Merlin harp'd, and grey-hair'd Llywarch sung. 20 INTRODUCTION. V. O ! if your wilds such minstrelsy retain, * As sure your changeful gales seem oft to say, When sweeping wild and sinking soft again, Like trumpet-jubilee, or harp's wild sway ; If ye can echo such triumphant lay, Then lend the note to him has loved you long ! Who pious gather'd each tradition grey, That floats your solitary wastes along, And with affection vain gave them new voice in song VI. For not till now, how oft so'er the task Of truant verse hath lightened graver care, From muse or sylvan was he wont to ask, In phrase poetic, inspiration fair 5 9 INTRODUCTION. 21 Careless he gave his numbers to the air, They came unsought for, if applauses came ; Nor for himself prefers he now the prayer ; Let but his verse befit a hero's fame, Immortal be the verse ! forgot the poet's name. VII. Hark, from yon misty cairn their answer tost : " Minstrel ! the fame of whose romantic lyre, Capricious swelling now, may soon be lost, Like the light flickering of a cottage fire ; If to such task presumptuous thou aspire, Seek not from us the meed to warrior due : Age after age has gather'd son to sire, Since our grey cliffs the din of conflict knew, Or, pealing through our vales, victorious bugles blew. 22 INTRODUCTION. VIII. '* Decayed our old traditionary lore, Save where the lingering fays renew their ring, By milk-maid seen beneath the hawthorn hoar, Or round the marge of Minchmore's haunted spring ; Save where their legends grey-hair'd shepherds sing, That now scarce win a listening ear but thine, Of feuds obscure, and border ravaging, And rugged deeds recount in rugged line, Of moonlight foray made on Teviot, Tweed, or Tyne. IX. " No ! search romantic lands, where the near Sun Gives with unstinted boon ethereal flame, Where the rude villager, his labour done, In verse spontaneous chaunts some favoured name; INTRODUCTION. 23 Whether Olalia's charms his tribute claim, Her eye of diamond, and her locks of jet ; Or whether, kindling at the deeds of Graeme, He sing, to wild Morisco measure set, Old Albin's red claymore, green Erin's bayonet ! X. " Explore those regions, where the flinty crest Of wild Nevada ever gleams with snows, Where in the proud Alhambra's ruin'd breast Barbaric monuments of pomp repose ; Or where the banners of more rutliless foes Than the fierce Moor, float o'er Toledo's fane, From whose tall towers even now the patriot throws An anxious glance, to spy upon the plain The blended ranks of England, Portugal, and Spain. 24 INTRODUCTION. XI. " There, of Numantian fire a swarthy spark Still lightens in the snn-burnt native's eye; The stately port, slow step, and visage dark, Still mark enduring pride and constancy. And, if the glow of feudal chivalry Beam not, as once, thy nobles' dearest pride, Iberia ! oft thy crestless peasantry Have seen the plumed Hidalgo quit their side, Have seen, yet dauntless stood 'gainst fortune fought and died. XII. " And cherished still by that unchanging race, Are themes for minstrelsy more high than thine, Of strange tradition many a mystic trace, Legend and vision, prophecy and sign j INTRODUCTION. Where wonders wild of Arabesque combine With Gothic imagery of darker shade, Forming a model meet for minstrel line. Go, seek such theme !" the Mountain Spirit said : With filial awe I heard I heard, and I obeyed. THE VISION OF DON RODERICK, i. XVEARING their crests amid the cloudless skies, And darkly clustering in the pale moonlight, Toledo's holy towers and spires arise, As from a trembling lake of silver white. Their mingled shadows intercept the sight Of the broad burial-ground outstretched below, And nought disturbs the silence of the night ; All sleeps in sullen shade, or silver glow, All save the heavy swell of Teio's ceaseless flow. 28 THE VISION OF II. All save the rushing swell of Teio's tide, Or, distant heard, a courser's neigh or tramp ; Their changing rounds as watchful horsemen ride, To guard the limits of King Roderick's camp. For, through the river's night-fog rolling damp, Was many a proud pavilion dimly seen, Which glimmer'd back, against the moon's fair lamp, Tissues of silk and silver twisted sheen, And standards proudly pitch'd, and warders armed between. III. But of their Monarch's person keeping ward, Since last the deep-mouth'd bell of vespers toll'd, The chosen soldiers of the royal guard Their post beneath the proud Cathedral hold : DON RODERICK. 29 A band unlike their Gothic sires of old, Who, for the cap of steel and iron mace, Bear slender darts, and casques bedeck'd with gold, While silver-studded belts their shoulders grace, Where ivory quivers ring in the broad falchion's place. IV. In the light language of an idle court, They murmur'd at their master's long delay, And held his lengthen 'd orisons in sport : " What I will Don Roderick here till morning stay, To wear in shrift and prayer the night away ? And are his hours in such dull penance past For fair Florinda's plunder 'd charms to pay ?" Then to the east their weary eyes they cast, And wish'd the lingering dawn would glimmer forth at last. 30 THE VISION OF V. But, far within, Toledo's prelate lent An ear of fearful wonder to the King j The silver lamp a fitful lustre sent, So long that sad confession witnessing : For Roderick told of many a hidden thing, Such as are lothly uttered to the air, When Fear, Remorse, and Shame, the bosom wring, And Guilt his secret burthen cannot bear, And Conscienceseeks in speech a respite from Despair. VI. Full on the Prelate's face, and silver hair, The stream of failing light was feebly roll'd ; But Roderick's visage, though his head was bare, Was shadow'd by his hand and mantle's fold. DON RODERICK. 31 While of his hidden soul the sins he told, Proud Alaric's descendant could not brook, That mortal man his bearing should behold, Or boast that he had seen, when conscience shook, Fear tame a monarch's brow, remorse a warrior's look, VII. The old man's faded cheek waxed yet more pale, As many a secret sad the king bewray'd ; And sign and glance eked out the unfinished tale, When in the midst his faultering whisper staid. " Thus royal Witiza* was slain," he said ; * The predecessor of Roderick upon the Spanish throne, and -lain by his connivance, as is affirmed by Rodriguez of Toledo, the father of Spanish history. 32 THE VISION OF " Yet, holy father, deem not it was I." Thus still Ambition strives her crimes to shade " Oh rather deem 'twas stern necessity ! Self-preservation bade, and I must kill or die. VIII. " And, if Florinda's shrieks alarmed the air, If she invoked her absent sire in vain, And on her knees implored that I would spare, Yet, reverend priest, thy sentence rash refrain ! All is not as it seems the female train Know by their bearing to disguise their mood:" But Conscience here, as if in high disdain, Sent to the Monarch's cheek the burning blood He stay'd his speech abrupt and up the Prelate stood. DOX RODERICK. 33 IX. " O hardened offspring of an iron race ! What of thy crimes, Don Roderick, shall I say ? What alms, or prayers, or penance can efface Murder's dark spot, wash treason's stain away ! For the foul ravisher how shall I pray, W T ho, scarce repentant, makes his crime his boast ? How hope Almighty vengeance shall delay, Unless, in mercy to yon Christian host, He spare the shepherd, lest the guiltless sheep b. 4. p. 23. NOTES. 101 Note III. ... the Teclir war-cry and the Lelies yell. St. XIX. p. 40. The tecbir, (derived from the words Alia acbar, God is most mighty, ) was the original war-cry of the Saracens. It is celebrated by Hughes in the Siege of Damascus : We heard the Tecbir; so these Arabs call Their shout of onset, when with loud appeal They challenge heaven, as if demanding conquest. The Lelie, well known to the Christians during the cru- sades, is the shout of Alia ilia Alia, the Mahomedan con- fession of faith. It is twice used in poetry by my friend, Mr W. Stuart Rose, in the Romance of Partenopex, and in the Crusade of St Lewis. 102 NOTE S. Note IV. By Heaven, the Moors prevail ! the Christians yield ! Their coward leader gives for flight the sign ! The sceptered craven mounts to quit thejield Is not yon steed Orelia ? Yes, 'tis mine ! St. XXI. p. 41. Count Julian, the father of the injured Florinda, with the connivance and assistance of Oppas, Archbishop of Toledo, invited, in 1713, the Saracens into Spain. A con- siderable army arrived under the command of Tarik, or Tarif, who bequeathed the well-known name of Gibraltar (Gibel al Tarik, or the mountain of Tarik) to the place of his landing. He was joined by Count Julian, ravaged Andalusia, and took Seville. In 714 they returned with a still greater force, and Roderick marched into Andalu- sia at the head of a great army to give them battle. The field was chosen near Xeres, and Mariana gives the follow- ing account of the action : " Both armies being drawn up, the king, according to NOTES. 103 the custom of the Gothic kings, when they went to battle, appeared in an ivory chariot, clothed in cloth of gold, en- couraging his men ; Tarif, on the other side, did the same. The armies thus prepared, waited only for the signal to fall on ; the Goths gave the charge, their drums and trum- pets sounding, and the Moors received it with the noise of kettle-drums. Such were the shouts and cries on both sides, that the mountains and valleys seemed to meet. First they began with slings, darts, javelins, and lances, then came to the swords ; a long time the battle was dubious ; but the Moors seemed to have the worst, till D. Oppas, the Archbishop, having to that time concealed his treachery, in the heat of the fight, with a great body of his followers, went over to the infidels. He joined Count Julian, with whom was a great number of Goths, and both together fell upon the flank of our army. Our men, terrified with that unparalleled treachery, and tired with fighting, could no longer sustain that charge, but were easily put to flight. The k ing performed the part not only of a wise general 104 NOTE S. but of a resolute soldier, relieving the weakest, bringing on fresh men in place of those that were tired, and stop- ping those that turned their backs. At length, seeing no hopes left, he alighted out of his chariot for fear of being taken, and mounting on ahorse, called Orelia, he withdrew out of the battle. The Goths, who still stood, missing him , were most part put to the sword, the rest betook them- selves to flight. The camp was immediately entered, and the baggage taken. What number was killed is not known : I suppose they were so many it was hard to count them ; for this single battle robbed Spain of all its glory, and in it perished the renowned name of the Goths. The king's horse, upper garment, and buskins, covered with pearls and precious stones, were found on the bank of the river Gua- delite, and there being no news of him afterwards, it was supposed he was drowned passing the river." MARIANA'S History of Spain, book vi. chap. 9. Orelia, the courser of Don Roderick, mentioned in the text, and in the above quotation, was celebrated for her NOTES. 105 speed and form. She is mentioned repeatedly in Spanish romance, and also by Cervantes. - Note V. When for the light Bolero ready stand The Mozo blithe with gay Muchacha met. St. XXXIII. p. 49. The Bolero is a very light and active dance, much prac- tised by the Spaniards, in which castanets are always used. Mozo and Muchacha are equivalent to our phrase of lad and lass. Note VI. While trumpets rang, and heralds cried, " Castile." St. XLIII. p. 55. The heralds at the coronation of a Spanish monarch proclaim his name three times, and repeat three times the word Castillo, Castillo, Castilla ; which, with all other ce- 106 NOTES. remonies, was carefully copied in the mock inauguration of Joseph Buonaparte. Note VII. High blazed the luar, and long, and jar, and imde. St. XL VIII. p. 59. Those who were disposed to believe that mere virtue and energy are able of themselves to work forth the salva- tion of an oppressed people, surprised in a moment of con- fidence, deprived of their officers, armies, and fortresses, who had every means of resistance to seek in the very mo- ment when they were to be made use of, and whom the nu- merous treasons among the higher orders deprived of confi- dence in their natural leaders, those who entertained this enthusiastic but delusive opinion, may be pardoned for ex- pressing their disappointment at the protracted warfare in the peninsula. There are, however, another class of per- sons, who, having themselves the highest dread or ve- neration, or something allied to both, for the power of NOTES. 107 the modem Attila, will nevertheless give the heroica] Spaniards little or no credit for the long, stubborn, and unsubdued resistance of three years to a power before whom their former well-prepared, well-armed, and nume- rous adversaries fell in the course of as many months. While these gentlemen plead for deference to Buonaparte, and crave Respect for hfc great place and bid the devil Be duly honoured for his burning throne, it may not be altogether unreasonable to claim some mo- dification of censure upon those, who have been long and to a great extent successfully resisting this great enemy of mankind. That the energy of Spain has not uniformly been directed by conduct equal to its vigour, has been too obvious ; that her armies, under their complicated disad- vantages, have shared the fate of such as were defeated after taking the field with every possible advantage of arms and discipline, is surely not to be wondered at. But that a nation, under the circumstances of repeated discom- JOff NOTES. fiture, internal treason, and the mismanagement incident to a temporary and hastily-adopted government, should have wasted, by its stubborn, uniform, and prolonged re- sistance, myriads after myriads of those soldiers who had overrun the world that some of its provinces should, like Galicia, after being abandoned by their allies, and overrun by their enemies, have recovered their freedom by their own unassisted exertions ; that others, like Catalonia, undismay- ed by the treason which betrayed some fortresses, and the force which subdued others, should not only have conti- nued their resistance, but have attained over their victorious enemy a superiority, which is even now enabling them to besiege and retake the places of strength which had been wrested from them, is a tale hitherto untold in the revolu- tionary war. To say that such a people cannot be subdued, would be presumption similar to that of those who pro- tested that Spain could not defend herself for a year, or Portugal for a month ; but that a resistance which lias been continued for so long a space, when the usurper, ex- NOTES. 109 rept during the short-lived Austrian campaign, had no other enemies on the continent, should be now less successful, when repeated defeats have broken the reputation of the French armies, and when they are likely (it would seem almost in desperation) to seek occupation elsewhere, is a prophecy as improbable as ungracious. And while we are in the humour of severely censuring our allies, gallant and devoted as they have shewn themselves in the cause of na- tional liberty, because they may not instantly adopt those measures which we in our wisdom may deem essential to success, it might be well, if we endeavoured first to resolve the previous questions, 1st, Whether we do not at this moment know much less of the Spanish armies than of those of Portugal, which were so promptly condemned as totally inadequate to assist in the preservation of their country ? 2d, Whether, independently of any right we have to offer more than advice and assistance to our inde- pendent allies, we can expect that they should renounce entirely the national pride, which is inseparable from pa- 110 NOTES. triotism, and at once condescend not only to be saved by our assistance, but to be saved in our own way ? 3d, Whe- ther, if it be an object, (as undoubtedly it is a main one,) that the Spanish troops should be trained under British discipline, to the flexibility of movement, and power of rapid concert and combination, which is essential to mo- dern war ; such a consummation is likely to be produced by abusing them in newspapers and periodical publications ? Lastly, Since the undoubted authority of British officers makes us now acquainted with part of the horrors that at- tend invasion, and which the Providence of God, the va- lour of our navy, and perhaps the very efforts of these Spaniards, have hitherto diverted from us, it may be mo- destly questioned whether we ought to be too forward to estimate and condemn the feeling of temporary stupefac- tion which they create ; lest, in so doing, we should re- semble the worthy clergyman, who, while he had himself never snuffed a candle with his fingers, was disposed se- 6 NOTES. Ill verely to criticise the conduct of a martyr who winced a little among his flames. Note VIII. They IKOH not Zaragoza, but her children's Uoody tomb. St. LI. p. 61. The interesting account of Mr Vaughan has made most readers acquainted with the first siege of Zaragoza. The last and fatal siege of that gallant and devoted city is de- tailed with great eloquence and precision in the " Edin- burgh Annual Register" for 1809, a work in which the affairs of Spain have been treated of with attention corre- sponding to their deep interest, and to the peculiar sources of information open to the historian. The following are a few brief extracts from this splendid historical narrative : " A breach was soon made in the mud walls, and then, as in the former siege, the war-was carried on in the streets and houses ; but the French had been taught by experience that in this species of warfare the Zaragozans derived a 112 NOTES. superiority from the feeling and principle which inspired them, and the cause for which they fought. The only means of conquering Zaragoza was to destroy it house by house, and street by street, and upon this system of de- struction they proceeded. Three companies of miners and eight companies of sappers , carried on this subterra- neous war ; the Spaniards, it is said, attempted to oppose them by countermines : these were operations to which they were wholly unused, and, according to the French statement, their miners were every day discovered and suffocated. Meantime the bombardment was incessantly kept up. * Within the last 4-8 hours,' said Palafox, in a letter to his friend General Doyle, ' 6000 shells have been thrown in, two-thirds of the town are in ruins, but we shall perish under the ruins of the remaining third rather than surrender.' In the course of the siege above 17,000 bombs were thrown at the tflwn ; the stock of powder with which Zaragoza had been stored was exhausted ; they had none at last, but what they manufactured day by day ; and 7 NOTES. 118 no other cannon-balls than those which were shot into the town, and which they collected and fired back upon the enemy." In the midst of these horrors and privations, the pesti- lence broke out in Zaragoza. To various causes, enume- rated by the annalist, he adds, "scantiness of food, crowded quarters, unusual exertion of body, anxiety of mind, and the impossibility of recruiting their exhausted strength by needful rest in a city which was almost incessantly bombarded, and where every hour their sleep was broken by the tremendous explosion of mines. There was now no respite, either by day or night, for this devoted city ; even the natural order of light and darkness was destroyed in Zaragoza ; by day it was involved in a red sulphureous atmosphere of smoke, which hid the face of heaven ; by night the fire of cannons and mortars, and the flames of burning houses, kept it in a state of terrific illumination." " When once the pestilence had begun it was impossible 114 NOTES. to check its progress, or confine it to one quarter of the city. Hospitals were immediately established, there were above thirty of them ; as soon as one was destroyed by the bombardment, the patients were removed to another, and thus the infection was carried to every part of Zaragoza. Famine aggravated the evil; the city had probably not been sufficiently provided at the commencement of the siege, and of the provisions which it contained, much was destroyed in the daily ruin which the mines and bombs effected. Had the Zaragozans and their garrison pro- ceeded according to military rules, they would have sur- rendered before the end of January ; their batteries had then been demolished, there were open breaches in many parts of their weak walls, and the enemy were already within the city. On the 30th above sixty houses were blown up, and the French obtained possession of the mo- nasteries of the Augustines and Las Monicas, which ad- joined each other, two of the last defensible places left. The enemy forced their way into the church ; every co- NOTES. 115 lumn, every chapel, every altar, became a point of defence, which was repeatedly attacked, taken, and retaken; the pavement was covered with blood, the aisles and body of the church strewed with the dead, who were trampled under foot by the combatants. In the midst of this con- flict, the roof, shattered by repeated bombs, fell in ; the few who were not crushed, after a short pause, which this tremendous shock and their own unexpected escape occa- sioned, renewed the fight with rekindling fury : fresh par- ties of the enemy poured in ; monks, and citizens, and sol- diers came to the defence, and the contest was continued upon the ruins, and the bodies of the dead and the dy- ing." Yet, seventeen days after sustaining these extremities, did the heroic inhabitants of Zaragoza continue their de- fence ; nor did they then surrender until their despair had extracted from the French generals a capitulation, more honourable than has been granted to fortresses of the first order. 116 NOTES. Who shall venture to refuse the Zaragozans the eulo- gium conferred upon them by the eloquence of Words- worth ! " Most gloriously have the citizens of Zaragoza proved that the true army of Spain, in a contest of this nature, is the whole people. The same city has also ex- emplified a melancholy, yea, a dismal truth, yet consola- tory and full of joy, that, when a people are called sud- denly to fight for their liberty, and are sorely pressed upon, their best field of battle is the floors upon which their chil- dren have played ; the chambers where the family of each man has slept (his own or his neighbours' ;) upon or under the roofs by which they have been sheltered ; in the gar- dens of their recreation ; in the street, or in the market- place ; before the altars of their temples, and among their congregated dwellings, blazing, or up-rooted. " The government of Spain must never forget Zaragoza for a moment. Nothing is wanting to produce the same effects every where, but a leading mind, such as that city was blessed with. In the latter contest this has been pro- NOTES. .117 ved ; for Zaragoza contained, at that time, bodies of men from almost all parts of Spain. The narrative of those two sieges should be the manual of every Spaniard. He may add to ft the ancient stories of Numantia and Saguntum : let him sleep upon the book as a pillow, and, if he be a devout adherent to the religion of his country, let him wear it in his bosom for his crucifix to rest upon." Note IX. the Vault of Destiny St. LXIII. p. 69. Before finally dismissing the enchanted cavern of Don Roderick, it may be noticed, that the legend occurs in one of Calderon's plays, entitled, La Virgin del Sagrario. The scene opens with the noise of the chace, and Recisundo, a predecessor of Roderick upon the Gothic throne, enters pursuing a stag. The animal assumes the form of a man, and defies the king to enter the cave, which forms the bottom of the scene, and engage with him in single combat. The king accepts the challenge, and they engage accord- 118 NOTES. ingly, but without advantage on either side, which induces the Genie to inform Recisundo, that he is not the monarch for whom the adventure of the enchanted cavern is reser- ved, and he proceeds to predict the downfall of the Gothic monarchy, and of the Christian religion, which shall attend the discovery of its mysteries. Recisundo, appalled by these prophecies, orders the cavern to be secured by a gate and bolts of iron. In the second part of the same play we are informed, that Don Roderick had removed the barrier and transgressed the prohibition of his ancestor, and had been apprized by the prodigies which he discovered of the ap- proaching ruin of his kingdom. NOTES ON THE CONCLUSION. Note I. While downward on the land his legions press. Before them it taas rich "with vine andjlock, And smiled like Eden in her summer dress ; Behind their "wasteful march, a reeking "wilderness. St. II. p. 72. I have ventured to apply to the movements of the French army that sublime passage in the prophecies of Joel, which seems applicable to them in more respects than that I have adopted in the text. One would think their ravages, their military appointments, the terror which they spread among invaded nations, their military discipline, their arts of po- 120 NOTES. litical intrigue and deceit, were distinctly pointed out in the following verses of Scripture : 2. " A day of darknesse and of gloominesse, a day of clouds and of thick darknesse, as the morning spread upon the mountains : a great people and a strong, there hath not been ever the like, neither shall be any more after it, even to the yeares of many generations. 3- " A fire devoureth before them, and behind them a flame burneth : the land is as the garden of Eden before them, and behinde them a desolate wildernesse, yea, and nothing shall escape them. 4. " The appearance of them is as the appearance of horses and as horsemen, so shall they runne. 5. " Like the noise of chariots on the tops of mountains, shall they leap, like the noise of a flame of fire that de- voureth the stubble, as a strong people set in battel array. 6. " Before their face the people shall be much pained : all faces shall gather blacknesse. 7. " They shall run like mighty men, they shall clinabe NOTES. 121 the wall like men of warre, and they shall march every one in his wayes, and they shall not break their ranks. 8. " Neither shall one thrust another, they shall walk every one in his path : and when they fall upon the sword they shall not be wounded. 9. " They shall run to and fro in the citie : they shall run upon the wall, they shall climbe up upon the houses : they shall enter in at the windows like a thief. 10. " The earth shall quake before them, the heavens shall tremble, the sunne and the moon shall be dark, and the starres shall withdraw their shining." In verse 20th also, which announces the retreat of the northern army, described in such dreadful colours, into * " land barren and desolate," and the dishonour with which God afflicted them for having " magnified themselves to do great things," there are particulars not inapplicable to the retreat of Massena : Divine Providence having, in all ages, attached disgrace as the natural punishment of cru- elty and presumption. 122 NOTES. Note II. The rudest centinel in Britain lorn, Gave his poor crust to feed some wretch forlorn. St. VII. p. 75. Even the unexampled gallantry of the British array in the campaign of 1810-11, although they never fought but to conquer, will do them less honour in history than their humanity, attentive to soften to the utmost of their power the horrors which war, in its mildest aspect, must always inflict upon the defenceless inhabitants of the country in which it is waged, and which, on this occasion, were ten- fold augmented by the barbarous cruelties of the French. Soup-kitchens were established by subscription among the officers, wherever the troops were quartered for any length of time. The commissaries contributed the heads, feet, &c. of the cattle slaughtered for the soldiery : rice, vege- tables, and bread where it could be had, were purchased by the officers. Fifty or sixty starving peasants were daily fed at one of these regimental establishments, and X O T E S. 123 carried home the reliques to their famished households. The emaciated wretches, who could not crawl from weak- ness, were speedily employed in pruning their vines. While pursuing Massena, the soldiers evinced the same spirit of humanity, and, in many instances, when reduced themselves to short allowance, from having out-marched their supplies, they shared their pittance with the starving inhabitants who had ventured back to view the ruins of their habitations, burned by the retreating enemy, and to bury the bodies of their relations whom they had butchered. Is it possible to know such facts without feeling a sort of confidence, that those who so well deserve victory are most likely to attain it ? It is not the least of Lord Welling- ton's military merits, that the slightest disposition towards marauding meets immediate punishment. Independently of all moral obligation, the army which is most orderly in a friendly country, has always proved most formidable to an armed enemy. 124 NOTES. Note III. . vain-glorious Fugitive ! St. VIII. p. 76. The French conducted this memorable retreat with much of the fanfarronade proper to their country, by which they attempt to impose upon others, and perhaps on themselves, a belief that they are triumphing in the very moment of their discomfiture. On the 30th March > 1811, their rear guard was overtaken near Pega by the British cavalry. Being well posted, and conceiving them- selves safe from infantry, (w ho were indeed many miles in the rear,) and from artillery, they indulged themselves in parading their bands of music, and actually performed " God save the King." Their minstrelsy was however deranged by the undesired accompaniment of the British horse-artillery, on whose part in the concert they had not calculated. The surprise was sudden, and the rout com- plete; for the artillery and cavalry did execution upon them for about four miles, pursuing at the gallop as often as they got beyond the range of the guns. NOTES. 125 Note IV. Vainly thy squadrons hide Assuava's plain, And front thefljing thunders as they roar, With frantic charge and tenfold odds, in vain ! St. X. p. 77. In the severe action of Fuentes d'Honoro, upon 5t May, 1811, the grand mass of the French cavalry attack- ed the right of the British position, covered by two guns of the horse-artillery and two squadrons of cavalry. After suffering considerably from the fire of the guns, which an- noyed them in every attempt to formation, the enemy turned their wrath entirely towards them, distributed brandy among their troopers, and advanced to carry the field-pieces with the desperation of drunken fury. They were in no ways checked by the heavy loss which they sustained in this daring attempt, but closed, and fairly mingled with the British cavalry, to whom they bore the proportion of ten to one. Captain Ramsay, ( let me be permitted to name a gallant countryman,) who command- 126 NOTES. ed the two guns, dismissed them at the gallop, and, put- ting himself at the head of the mounted artillerymen, or- dered them to fall upon the French, sabre- in-hand. This very unexpected conversion of artillerymen into dragoons contributed greatly to the defeat of the enemy, already disconcerted by the reception they had met from the two British squadrons ; and the appearance of some small rein- forcements, notwithstanding the immense disproportion of force, put them to absolute rout. A colonel or major of their cavalry, and many prisoners, (almost all intoxicated) remained in our possession. Those who consider for a moment the difference of the services, and how much an artilleryman is necessarily and naturally led to identify his own safety and utility with abiding by the tremendous implement of war, to the exercise of which he is chiefly, if not exclusively, trained, will know how to estimate the presence of mind which commanded so bold a manreuvre, and the steadiness and confidence with which it was exe- cuted. 5 NOTES. 127 Note V. And tvhat avails thee that,Jbr Cameron slain. Wild from his plaided ranks the yell was given St. X. p. 77- The gallant Colonel Cameron was wounded mortally during the desperate contest in the streets of the village called Fuentes d'Honoro. He fell at the head of his na- tive Highlanders, the 71st and 79th, who raised a dreadful shriek of grief and rage. They charged, with irresistible fury, the finest body of French grenadiers ever seen, being a part of Buonaparte's selected guard. The officer who led the French, a man remarkable for stature and symme- try, was killed on the spot. The Frenchman who stepped out of his rank to take aim at Colonel Cameron, was also bayonetted, pierced with a thousand wounds, and almost torn to pieces by the furious Highlanders, who, under the command of Colonel Cadogan, bore the enemy out of the contested ground at the point of the bayonet. Massena pays my countrymen a singular compliment in his account 128 NOTES. of the attack and defence of this village, in which, he says, the British lost many officers, and Scotch. Note VI. O tu/io shall grudge him Albuera's bays. Who brought a race regenerate to the fold, Roused them to emulate their fathers? praise, Tempered their headlong rage, their courage steel'd. St. XIV. p. 80. Nothing during the war of Portugal seems, to a distinct observer, more deserving of praise, than the self-devotion of Field-Marshal Beresford, who was contented to under- take all the hazard of obloquy which might have been founded upon any miscarriage in the highly-important ex- periment of training the Portugueze troops to an improved state of discipline. In exposing his military reputation to the censure of imprudence from the most moderate, and all manner of unutterable calumnies from the ignorant and malignant, he placed at stake the dearest pledge which a 8 NOTES. 129 military man had to offer, and nothing but the deepest conviction of the high and essential importance attached to success can be supposed an adequate motive. How great the chance of miscarriage was supposed, may be es- timated from the general opinion of officers of unquestioned talents and experience, possessed of every opportunity of information ; how completely the experiment has succeed- ed, and how much the spirit and patriotism of our ancient allies had been under-rated, is evident, not only from those victories in which they have borne a distinguished share, but from the liberal and highly honourable manner in which these opinions have been retracted. The success of this plan, with all its important consequences, we owe to the indefatigable exertions of Field-Marshal Beresford. 130 NOTES. Note VII. i a race renowned of old, Whose txiar-cry oft has 'waked the battle-stuett. St. XVII. p. 82. This stanza alludes to the various achievements of the warlike family of Graeme, or Grahame. They are said, by tradition, to have descended from the Scottish chief, under whose command his countrymen stormed the wall built by the Emperor Severus between the firths of Forth and Clyde, the fragments of which are still popularly call- ed Graeme's Dyke. Sir John the Graeme, " the hardy, wight, and wise,'* is well known as the friend of Sir Wil- liam Wallace. Alderne, Kilsyth, and Tibbermuir, were scenes of the victories of the heroic Marquis of M.optrose. The pass of Killy-crankie is famous for the action betweea King William's forces and the Highlanders in 1689, " Where glad Dundee in faint huzzas expired." It is seldom that one line can number so many heroes, NOTES. 131 and yet more rare when it can appeal to the glory of a living descendant in support of its ancient renown. The allusions to the private history and character of General Grahame may be illustrated by referring to the eloquent and affecting speech of Mr Sheridan, upon the vote ef thanks to the Victor of Barosa. THE END OF DON RODERICK. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE PALMER. " \J OPEN the door, some pity to shew, '* Keen blows the northern wind ; " The glen is white with the drifted snow, " And the path is hard to find. " No Outlaw seeks your castle gate, " From chasing the king's deer, " Though even an Outlaw's wretched state " Might claim compassion here. 136 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. " A weary Palmer, worn and weak, " I wander for my sin ; " O open for Our Lady's sake, ' A pilgrim's blessing win ! " I'll give you pardons from the pope, ' And reliques from o'er the sea, " Or if for these you will not ope, " Yet open for charity. " The hare is crouching in her form, '* The hart beside the hind ; " An aged man, amid the storm, " No shelter can I find. " You hear the Ettrick's sullen roar, " Dark, deep, and strong is he, MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 137 , " And I must ford the Ettrick o'er, " Unless you pity me. * " The iron gate is bolted hard, " At which I knock in vain ; " The owner's heart is closer barr'd, " Who hears me thus complain. " Farewell, farewell ! and Mary grant, " When old and frail you be, " You never may the shelter want, " That's now denied to me." The Ranger on his couch lay warm, And heard him plead in vain j But oft amid December's storm, He'll hear that voice again : 133 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. For lo, when through the vapours dank, Morn shone on Ettrick fair, A corpse amid the alders rank, The Palmer welter'd there. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 13> THE MAID OF NEIDPATH. 1 HERE is a tradition in Tweeddale, that, when Neidpath Castle, near Peebles, was inhabited by the Earls of March, a mutual passion subsisted between a daughter of that no- ble family, and a son of the laird of Tushielaw, in Ettricke Forest. As the alliance was thought unsuitable by her parents, the young man went abroad. During his absence, the lady fell into a consumption ; and at length, as the only means of saving her life, her father consented that her lover should be recalled. On the day when he was ex- pected to pass through Peebles, on the road to Tushielaw, the young lady, though much exhausted, caused herself to be carried to the balcony of a house in Peebles, belonging 12 140 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. to the family, that she might see him as he rode past. Her anxiety and eagerness gave such force to her organs, that she is said to have distinguished his horse's footsteps at an incredible distance. But Tushielaw, unprepared for the change in her appearance, and not expecting to see her in that place, rode on without recognising her, or even slackening his pace. The lady was unable to support the shock, and, after a short struggle, died in the arms of her attendants. There is an incident similar to this traditional tale in Count Hamilton's " Fleur d'Epine." MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 141 THE MAID OF NEIDPATH. O LOVERS' eyes are sharp to see, And lovers' ears in hearing ; And love, in life's extremity, Can lend an hour of cheering, Disease had been in Mary's bower, And slow decay from mourning, Though now she sks on Neidpath's tower, To watch her love's returning. All sunk and dim her eyes so bright, Her form decayed by pining, 1 H2 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Till through her wasted hand, at night, You saw the taper shining ; By fits, a sultry hectic hue Across her cheek was flying ; By fits, so ashy pale she grew, Her maidens thought her dying. Yet keenest powers, to see and hear, Seemed in her frame residing ; Before the watch-dog pricked his ear, She heard her lover's riding ; Ere scarce a distant form was ken'd, She knew, and waved to greet him ; And o'er the battlement did bend, As on the wing to meet him. He came he passed an heedless gaze, As o'er some stranger glancing ; MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 1*8 Her welcome, spoke in faultering phrase, Lost in his courser's prancing The castle arch, whose hollow tone Returns each whisper spoken, Could scarcely catch the feeble moan, Which told her heart was broken, MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. WANDERING WILLIE. ALL joy was bereft me the day that you left me, And climbed the tall vessel to sail yon wide sea ; O weary betide it ! I wandered beside it, And banned it for parting my Willie and me. Far o'er the wave hast thou followed thy fortune, Oft fought the squadrons of France and of Spain ; Ac kiss of welcome's worth twenty at parting, Now I hae gotten my Willie again. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. l *H When the sky it was mirk, and the winds they were wailing, I sat on the beach wi' the tear in my e'e, And thought o' the bark where my Willie was sailing, And wished that the tempest could a* blaw on me. Now that thy gallant ship rides at her mooring, Now that my wanderer's in safety at hame, Music to me were the wildest winds roaring, That e'er o'er Inch Keith drove the dark ocean faem. When the lights they did blaze, and the guns they did rattle, And blithe was each heart for the great victory, In secret I wept for the dangers of battle, And thy glory itself was scarce comfort to me. K 146 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. But now shalt thou tell, while I eagerly listen, Of each bold adventure, and every brave scar ; And, trust me, I'll smile, though my een they may glisten ; For sweet after danger's the tale of the war. And oh, how we doubt when there's distance 'tween lovers, When there's naething to speak to the heart thro* the e'e ; How often the kindest, and warmest, prove rovers, And the love of the faithfullest ebbs like the sea. Till, at times, could I help it ? I pined and I pon- dered, If love could change notes like the bird on the tree MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 147 Now I'll ne'er ask if thine eyes may hae wandered, Enough, thy leal heart has been constant to me. Welcome, from sweeping o'er sea and through channel, Hardships and danger despising for fame, Furnishing story for glory's bright annal, Welcome, my wanderer, to Jeanie and liaine ! Enough now thy story in annals of glory Has humbled the pride of France, Holland, and Spain ; No more shalt thou grieve me, no more shalt thou leave me, I never will part with my Willie again. 148 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. HUNTING SONG. W AKEN lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day, All the jolly chace is here, With hawk, and horse, and hunting spear ; Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, " Waken lords and ladies gay." Waken lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain gray, MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming : And foresters have busy been, To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chaunt our lay, " Waken lords and ladies gay." Waken lords and ladies gay, To the green wood haste away ; We can shew you where he lies, Fleet of foot, and tall of size ; We can shew the marks he made, When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed ; You shall see him brought to bay, " Waken lords and ladies gay." Louder, louder chaunt the lay, Waken lords and ladies gay ! 150 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Tell them youth, and mirth, and glee, Run a course as well as we ; Time, stern huntsman ! who can baulk, Staunch as hound, and fleet as hawk ; Think of this, and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 161 THE VIOLET. JL HE violet in her green-wood bower, Where birchen boughs with hazles mingle, May boast itself the fairest flower In glen, or copse, or forest dingle. Though fair her gems of azure hue, Beneath the dew-drop's weight reclining j I've seen an eye of lovelier blue, More sweet through wat'ry lustre shining. 152 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. The summer sun that dew shall dry, Ere yet the day be past its morrow ; Nor longer in my false love's eye Remained the tear of parting sorrow. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 158 TO A LADY, WITH FLOWERS FROM A ROMAN WALL. 1 AKE these flowers which, purple waving, On the ruined rampart grew, Where, the sons of freedom braving, Rome's imperial standards flew. Warriors from the breach of danger Pluck no longer laurels there : They but yield the passing stranger Wild-flower wreaths for Beauty's hair. 154 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE BARD'S INCANTATION. WRITTEN UNDER THE THREAT OF INVASION, IN THE AUTUMN OF 1804. 1 HE Forest of Glenmore is drear, It is all of black pine, and the dark oak-tree And the midnight wind, to the mountain deer, Is whistling the forest lullaby : The moon looks through the drifting storm, But the troubled lake reflects not her form, For the waves roll whitening to the land, And dash against the shelvy strand. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 15.1 There is a voice among the trees That mingles with the groaning oak That mingles with the stormy breeze, And the lake- waves dashing against the rock ; There is a voice within the wood, The voice of the Bard in fitful mood ; His song was louder than the blast, As the Bard of Glenmore through the forest past. " Wake ye from your sleep of death, " Minstrels an.d Bards of other days ! " For the midnight wind is on the heath, " And the midnight meteors dimly blaze : " The Spectre with his Bloody Hand,* " Is wandering through the wild woodland ; * The forest of Glenmore is haunted by a spirit called Lham- dearg, or Red-hand. 156 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. " The owl and the raven are mute for dread, " And the time is meet to awake the dead ! " Souls of the mighty ! wake and say, " To what high strain your harps were strung, " When Lochlin ploughed her billowy way, " And on your shores her Norsemen flung ? " Her Norsemen trained to spoil and blood, " Skill'd to prepare the raven's food, " All by your harpings doom'd to die " On bloody Largs and Loncarty. * " Mute are ye all ? No murmurs strange " Upon the midnight breeze sail by; * Where the Norwegian invader of Scotland received two bloody defeats. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 157 " Nor through the pines with whistling change, '* Mimic the harp's wild harmony ! " Mute are ye now ? Ye ne'er were mute, " When Murder with his bloody foot, " And Rapine with his iron hand, " Were hovering near yon mountain strand. " O yet awake the strain to tell, " By every deed in song enroll'd, " By every chief who fought or fell, " Tor Albion's weal in battle bold j " From Coilgach,* first who roll'd his car, " Through the deep ranks of Roman war, " To him, of veteran memory dear, " Who victor died on Aboukir. * The Galgacus of Tacitus. 158 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. " By all their swords, by all their scars^ " By all their names, a mighty spell ! " By all their wounds, by all their wars, " Arise, the mighty strain to tell ! '-* For fiercer than fierce Hengist's strain, " More impious than the heathen Dane, " More grasping than all-grasping Rome, " Gaul's ravening legions hither come !" The wind is hush'd, and still the lake- Strange murmurs fill my tingling ears, Bristles my hair, my sinews quake, At the dread voice of other years " When targets clash'd, and bugles rung, " And blades round warriors' heads were flung, *' The foremost of the band were we, " And hymn'd the joys of Liberty !" MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE RESOLVE. IN IMITATION OF AN OLD ENGLISH POEM. 1809. MY wayward fate I needs must plain, Though bootless be the theme ; I loved, and was beloved again, Yet all was but a dream : For, as her love was quickly got, So it was quickly gone ; No more I'll bask in flame so hot, But coldly dwell alone. 1.60 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Not maid more bright than maid was e'er My fancy shall beguile, By flattering word, or feigned tear, By gesture, look, or smile : No more I'll call the shaft fair shot, Till it has fairly flown, Nor scorch me at a flame so hot ; I'll rather freeze alone. | Each ambush'd Cupid I'll defy, In cheek, or chin, or brow, And deem the glance of woman's eye As weak as woman's vow : I'll lightly hold the lady's heart, That is but lightly won j I'll steel my breast to beauty's art, And learn to live alone. 12 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 1C1 The flaunting torch soon blazes out, The diamond's ray abides, The flame its glory hurls about, The gem its lustre hides ; Such gem I fondly deem'd was mine, And glow'd a diamond stone ; But, since each eye may see it shine, I'll darkling dwell alone. No waking dream shall tinge my thought With dyes so bright and vain, No silken net, so slightly wrought, Shall tangle me again : No more I'll pay so dear for wit, I'll live upon mine own j Nor shall wild passion trouble it,- I'll rather dwell alone. 162 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. And thus I'll hush my heart to rest, " Thy loving labour's lost j Thou shalt no more be wildly blest, To be so strangely crost : The widow'd turtles mateless die, The phoenix is but one j They seek no loves no more will I I'll rather dwell alone." MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 163 EPITAPH, DESIGNED FOR A MONUMENT IN LICHFIELD CATHE- DRAL, AT THE BURIAL PLACE OF THE FAMILY OF MISS SEWARD. AMID these Aisles, where once his precepts show*d The Heavenward path-way which in life he trod, This simple tablet marks a Father's bier, And those he loved in life, in death are near j For him, for them, a Daughter bade it rise, Memorial of domestic charities. 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