A woeful place was that, I ween, As sorrow could desire, For nodding to the fall was each crumbling wall, It fell upon a summer's eve, While on Carnethy's head The last faint gleams of the sun's low beams And the convent-bell did of vespers tell Newbattle's oaks among; And mingled with the solemn knell, The heavy knell-the choir's faint swell, Deep sunk in thought, I ween, he was, Until he came to that dreary place Which did all in ruins lie. He gazed on the walls, so scathed with fire, With many a bitter groan; And there was aware of a Gray Friar,* Resting him on a stone. "Now Christ thee save! (said the Gray Brother), Some pilgrim thou seem'st to be" But in sore amaze, did Lord Albert gaze, Nor answer again made he. * The crime attributed to the Chief, was that of treacherously setting fire to a mansion in the night, and preventing all succour, by which means the whole of the inhabitants miserably perished. We may, therefore, suppose that the author intends this friar to represent some one of the murdered persons.-ED. "O, come ye from east, or come ye from west, Or bring relics from over the sea? Or, come ye from the shrine of St. James the Divine, Or St. John of Beverly?" "I come not from the shrine of St. James the Divine ; Nor bring relics from over the sea I bring but a curse, from our father the Pope, "Now, woeful pilgrim, say not so, And shrive thee so clean of thy deadly sin, "And who art thou, thou Gray Brother! That I should shrive to thee? When He, to whom are given the keys of earth and heaven, Hath no power to pardon me!" "O, I am sent from a distant clime, And all to absolve a foul-foul crime, The pilgrim kneeled him on the sand, When on his neck an ice-cold hand Did that Gray Brother lay. BORDER MINSTRELSY. THE FATAL HORSE.* BY W. HAYLEY. OF creatures that to man attend, Bless'd they who shield a steed from woe, By age from toil released! And hated be the proud, who shew No mercy to their beast! A wretch once doomed, though rich and strong, His faithful horse to bleed; But tell his fate, my moral song, For that atrocious deed! A Kentish Knight of ancient race; Prone to indulge the passions fell, Sir Geoffrin his name, * In some parish on the Kentish coast, of which the Editor regrets to have forgotten the name, (it will probably be found in "Lambard's Perambulation," or a County History), there has been found a tradition, corresponding in some measure with this ballad. In the church, on an altar-tomb, is the recumbent effigy of a Knight, having a horse's head carved by his side, which is confessedly not a crest; a similar emblem is seen in other parts of the church; and the vane on the tower, which is very ancient, represents the same figure. From these circumstances, it is familiarly called in the vicinity, the Horse-Church.-ED. Against a priest indulged his rage, To shield a widow's helpless age, His avarice withstood. With abject choler, fierce and hot, The priest, who, on that very ground, The wretch was seized with shame and fear, 'T was gallant Harold, in that day Near Geoffrin's high tower. The royal mercy to surprise, He now resolves with speed; "Haste, hither bring (he wildly cries), My strongest, favourite steed." It was a steed of noblest kind In spirit and in limb, On which the desperate knight designed Now by the swelling ocean's side, He mounts his courser brave! Spurs him with domineering pride, Used to his bold caprices oft, The courser tossed his mane aloft, The knight now flourishes his sword, The wondrous sight strikes all on board, The sailors round their Sovereign crowd, Now hails the knight's approach aloud, "Provoked by villains, one I slew, And own him rashly slain; Hence to thy clemency I flew, My pardon to obtain!" Now, by St. George! thou venturous Knight, Thy steed hath nobly done; Swim back, and pardon make thee light, Thy pardon he has won!" The knight now with a joyous spring, Then, blessing thrice his gracious King, Now, as he touched his native sand, And near his castle gate, And mocked her mournful state. Woman, thy threats touch me no more, My brave horse brings me safe to shore, |