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Cold pour'd the sweat in freezing rill;
keep as closely as possible to his original. The A rising wind began to sing ;
various puns, rude attempts at pleasantry, and disAnd louder, louder, louder still,
proportioned episodes, must be set down to TehuBrought storm and tempest on its wing. di's account, or to the taste of his age.
The military antiquary will derive some amuseEarth heard the call! Her entrails rend;
ment from the minute particulars which the marFrom yawning rists, with many a yell,
tial poet has recorded. The mode in which the Mix'd with sulphureous flames, ascend
Austrian men-at-arms received the charge of the The misbegotten dogs of hell.
Swiss was by forming a phalanx, which they deWhat ghastly huntsman next arose,
fended with their long lances. The gallant WinkWell may I guess, but dare not tell;
elried, who sacrificed his own life by rushing His eye like midnight lightning glows,
among the spears, clasping in his arms as many as His steed the swarthy hue of hell.
he could grasp, and thus opening a gap in these
iron battalions, is celebrated in Swiss history. The wildgrave flies o’er bush and thorn,
When fairly mingled together, the unwieldy length With many a shriek of helpless wo;
of their weapons,
and cumbrous weight of their deBehind him hound, and horse, and horn,
fensive armour, rendered the Austrian men-at-arms And, “ Hark away, and holla, ho !”
a very unequal match for the light-armed mounWith wild despair's reverted eye,
taineers. The victories obtained by the Swiss over Close, close behind, he marks the throng, the German chivalry, hitherto deemed as formiWith bloody fangs, and eager cry,
dable on foot as on horseback, led to important In frantic fear he scours along.
changes in the art of war. The poet describes the
Austrian knights and squires as cutting the peaks Still, still shall last the dreadful chase,
from their boots ere they could act upon foot, in Till time itself shall have an end :
allusion to an inconvenient piece of foppery, often By day they scour earth's cavernd space,
mentioned in the middle ages. Leopold III., ArchAt midnight's witching hour ascend.
duke of Austria, called “ The handsome man-atThis is the horn, and hound, and horse,
arms,” was slain in the battle of Sempach, with the That oft the lated peasant hears ;
flower of his chivalry.
When the wild din invades his ears.
'Twas when among our linden trees
The bees had housed in swarms,
( And gray-hair'd peasants say that these
Betoken foreign arms,)
The land was all in flame;
With all his army came.
The Austrian nobles made their vow,
So hot their hearts and bold,
With clarion loud, and banner proud,
From Zurich on the lake,
In martial pomp and fair array,
Their onward march they make. his countrymen, both for his powers as a Meister.
“Now list ye, lowland nobles all singer, or minstrel, and his courage as a soldier ;
Ye seek the mountain strand,
Nor wot ye what shall be your lot
In such a dangerous land.
“I rede ye, shrive you of your sins
Before you further go;
A skirmish in Helvetian hills
May send your souls to wo.” scribes, and in which his country's fortune was secured, may confer on Tehudi's verses an interest “ But where now shall we find a priest, which they are not entitled to claim from their Our shrift that he may hear?” poetical merit. But ballad poetry, the more lite “The Switzer priest* has ta’en the field, rally it is translated, the more it loses its simpli He deals a penance drear. city, without acquiring either grace or strength; and therefore some of the faults of the verses must * All the Swiss clergy who were able to bear arms fought be imputed to the translator's feeling it a duty to l in this patriotic war.
He and his squire a fisher call'd,
(His name was Hans Von Rot,) “ For love, or meed, or charity,
Receive us in thy boat.”
* In the original, Haasenstein, or Hare-stone.
+ This seems to allude to the preposterous fashion, during the middle ages, of wearing bools with the points or peaks turned upwards, and so long that, in some cases, they were fastened to the knees of the wearer with small chains. When they alighted to fight upon fooi, it would seem that the Austrian gentlemen found it necessary to cut off these peaks, that they might move with the necessary activity.
A pun on the archduke's name, Leopold.
Their anxious call the fisher heard,
And glad the meed to win,
* A pun on the Urus, or wild bull, which gives name to the canton of Uri.
“ Two gilded fishes in the lake
This morning have I caught, Their silver scales may much avail,
Their carrion flesh is naught.” It was a messenger of wo
Has sought the Austrian land; “Ah! gracious lady, evil news !
My lord lies on the strand,
“ At Sempach, on the battle field,
His bloody corpse lies there." “Ah, gracious God !" the lady cried,
What tidings of despair !"
Now would you know the minstrel wight,
Who sings of strife so stern,
A burgher of Lucerne.
The night he made the lay,
Where God had judged the day.
Nennius. Is not peace the end of arms?
The following war-song was written during the THE MAID OF TORO.
apprehension of an invasion. The corps of volun
teers, to which it was addressed, was raised in O low shone the sun on the fair lake of Toro, 1797, consisting of gentlemen, mounted and armed And weak were the whispers that waved the dark at their own expense. It still subsists, as the Right wood,
Troop of the Royal Mid-Lothian Light Cavalry, All as a fair maiden bewilder'd in sorrow,
commanded by the honourable Lieutenant-colonel Sorely sigh’d to the breezes, and wept to the Dundas. The noble and constitutional measure, of flood.
arming freemen in defence of their own rights, was “O saints ! from the mansions of bliss lowly bend- nowhere more successful than in Edinburgh, which
furnished a force of 3000 armed and disciplined Sweet virgin! who hearest the suppliant's cry;
volunteers, including a regiment of cavalry, from Now grant my petition, in anguish ascending,
the city and county, and two corps of artillery, My Henry restore, or let Eleanor die !
each capable of serving twelve guns. To such a
force, above all others, might, in similar circumAll distant and faint were the sounds of the battle, stances, be applied the exhortation of our ancient With the breezes they rise, with the breezes Galgacus : “Proinde ituri in aciem, et majores vesthey fail,
tros et posteros cogitate.” Till the shout, and the groan, and the conflict's dread rattle,
To horse! to horse! the standard flies, And the chase's wild clamour, came loading the The bugles sound the call ; gale.
The Gallic navy stems the seas, Breathless she gazed on the woodlands so dreary; The voice of battle's on the breeze, Slowly approaching a warrior was seen;
Arouse ye, one and all!
From high Dunedin's towers we come,
A band of brothers true;
We boast the red and blue.*
MAC-GREGOR'S GATHERING. WRITTEN FOR ALB YN'S ANTHOLOGY.
Air-Thain' a Grigalach.*
Though tamely crouch to Gallia's frown
Dull Holland's tardy train ;
And foaming gnaw the chain ;
THESE verses are adapted to a very wild, yet lively gathering-tune, used by the Mac-Gregors. The severe treatment of this clan, their outlawry, and the proscription of their very name, are alluded to in the ballad.
0! had they mark'd th’avenging callt
Their brethren's murder gave, Disunion ne'er their ranks had mown, Nor patriot valour, desperate grown,
Sought freedom in the grave !
Shall we, too, bend the stubborn head,
In freedom's temple born,
Or brook a victor's scorn?
No! though destruction o'er the land
Come pouring as a food,
And set that night in blood.
The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the
brae, And the clan has a name that is nameless by day!
Then gather, gather, gather, Gregalach!
Gather, gather, gather, &c.
Then haloo, Gregalach ! haloo, Gregalach !
Haloo, haloo, haloo, Gregalach, &c.
We're landless, landless, landless, Gregalach!
Landless, landless, landless, &c.
Then courage, courage, courage, Gregalach!
Courage, courage, courage, &c.
For gold let Gallia's legions fight,
Or plunder's bloody gain ;
Nor shall their edge be vain.
If ever breath of British gale
Shall fan the tri-colour,
Pollute our happy shore
While there's leaves in the forest, and foam on the
Come then, Gregalach! come then, Gregalach !
Then farewell home! and farewell friends!
Adieu each tender tie!
To conquer or to die.
To horse! to horse! the sabres gleam;
High sounds our bugle call ; Combined by honour's sacred tie, Our word is, Laws and Liberty!
March forward, one and all !
Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall
career, O'er the peak of Ben Lomond the galley shall
Then gather, gather, gather, Gregalach !
* The royal colours.
MACKRIMMON'S LAMENT. + The allusion is to the massacre of the Swiss guards, on the fatal 10th of August, 1792. It is painful, but not use
Air-Cha till mi tuille.t less, to remark, that the passive temper with which the Swiss regarded the death of their bravest countrymen,
MACKRIMMON, hereditary piper to the laird of mercilessly slaughtered in discharge of their duty, encouraged and authorized the progressive injustice by which Macleod, is said to have composed this lament the Alps, once the seat of the most virtuous and free peo- when the clan was about to depart upon a distant ple upon the continent, have, at length, been converted into the citadel of a foreign and military despot. A state
* "The Mac-Gregor is come.” degraded is half enslaved.
+ “We return no more.'