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"O mony a horse ran masterless,
Towers wood-girt Harden, far above the vale,
And clouds of ravens o'er the turret sail :
A hardy race who never shrunk from war,
The Scott, to rival realms a mighty bar, “ John o' Brigham there was slane,
Here fixed his mountain home, a wide domain,
And rich the soil had purple heath been grain :
But what the niggard ground of wealth denied,
From fields more blessed, his fearless arm supplied.” Lay bleeding on the grund that day. “ The Captain was run through the thick of the thigh,
This castle is worthy of notice from its picAnd broken was his right leg bane;
turesque situation, and from the romantic and If he had lived this hundred years,
precipitous dell in front of it, which is covered He had ne'er been loved by woman again. with fine timber. It is also remarkable for pos" Hae back the kye !' the Captain said ;
sessing a lobby paved with marble, and the hall * Dear kye, I trow, to some they be !
has its ceiling decorated with some remarkably For gin I suld live a hundred years, There will ne'er fair lady smile on me.'
fine old plaster mouldings. Over one of the
chimney-pieces is an earl's coronet, and the let“ Then word is gane to the Captain's bride,
ters W. E. T., for “Walter, Earl of Tarras." Even in the bower where that she lay, That her lord was prisoner in enemy's land,
This was Walter Scott of Highchester, husband Since into Tividale he had led the way.
of Mary, Countess of Buccleuch, who was so "I wad lourd have had a winding-sheet,
created in 1660, And helped to put it ower his head,
The town of Hawick presents an extremely Ere he had been disgraced by the Border Scot,
rough-looking exterior, and its river, the Slitterig, Whan he ower Liddel his men did lead!'
which here joins the Teviot, possesses somewhat “ There was a wild gallant amang us a',
of the same character. Its people, however, are His name was Watty wi' the Wudspurs,
remarkable as being sound and original thinkers. Cried— On for his house in Stamgirthside,
During the Ilon. John Elliot's election, some If ony man will ride with us?"
years ago, when the county was contested, these “When they cam' to the Stamgirthside,
gentlemen did try to wash Toryism out of some They dang wi' trees, and burst the door ;
of his opponents by gently dipping them in their They loosed out a' the Captain's kye, And get them forth our lads before.
euphoniously-named stream. Whether they were
successful or not, we cannot tell, but certain it is “ There was an auld wyfe ayont the fire,
that John Elliot came in upon the occasion of A wee bit o' the Captain's kinWhae dar loose out the Captain's kye,
this last election, and now sits as member for Or answer to him and his men ?'
Roxburghshire, without any opposition whatso
Hawick is a considerable place for manu«It's I, Watty Wudspurs, loose the kye, I winna layne my name frae thee ;
factures, but it has every prospect of rising into a And I will loose out the Captain's kye,
great manufacturing town, as it will soon have In scorn of a' his men and he.'
the advantage of a railway which is now making “Whan they cam' to the fair Dodhead,
to it from Edinburgh. In the times of Border They were a welcum sight to see;
warfare, it must have had many a thump, and For instead of his ain ten milk kye,
very little peace.
But it would seem to have Jamie Telfer has gotten thirty and three.
been well constructed in those days for the kind “ And he has paid the rescue shot,
of usage to which it was, doubtless, daily subBaith with gowd and white monie ;
jected. Mr. Chambers tells us that “ the And at the burial o' Willie Scott,
houses were built like towers, of hard whinstones, I wat was many a weeping e'e."
and very thick in the wall, vaulted below, no After extracting and then reperusing this door to the street, but with a pended entry giving ballad, we are disposed not to grudge its length, access to a court-yard behind, from which the for we consider it to be one of the best of the second flat of the building was accessible by a class to which it belongs, and that it affords the stair ; and the second flat communicated with the truest picture of the eternal turmoil that prevailed lower only by a square hole through the arched in those times. The anxiety with which each ceiling. The present head inn, called “the Tower,' respective baron asks the question, “ Whae's this was a fortress of a better order, belonging to the brings the fraye to me?” proves how formidable superior of the burgh, and it was the only house they were in the habit of considering what the not consumed in 1570 by the army of the Earl of
This last-mentioned house was a freconsequences of the “ fraye” were likely to be, Sussex.” and of course accounting for their unwillingness quent residence of Anne, Duchess of Buccleuch too rashly to involve themselves in them.
and Monmouth, widow of the royal but unfortuThe Borthwick Water joins the Teviot imme- nate Monmouth who was executed. This proud diately opposite to Goldielands, where stands dame used to occupy a raised state chair, with a Harden Castle, an ancient Border fortress. Ley canopy over it, and, taking to herself all the rank den, in his “ Scenes of Infancy,” thus describes of a princess, she made all those stand who came it:
into her presence.
There is a well-preserved moat hill at the head "Where Bortho hoarse, that loads the meads with sand, of the town. Here it was that the brave Sir
Rolls her red tide to Teviot's western strand,
his capacity of Sheriff of Teviotdale, when he was
set on and seized by Sir William Douglas, who mentos of the perishable nature of all earthly thought he should himself have had that office things, and the little mouldering heaps to which bestowed upon him, and who threw him, horse they are attached, being well calculated to soften and man, into a dungeon of Hermitage Castle, and touch the heart of solitary meditation. and there left him to die by starvation.
This is one of those families which may be In the song of “ Andrew and his Cutty Gun," said to belong to or to be the property of Scotland, we have Hawick especially noticed in the verse, and of which she has reason to be proud. It has “Blythe, blythe, and merry was she,
produced brave, and wise, and patriotic men, likeBlythe was she butt and ben,
wise contributed its proportion to the poetry of the And weel she lo'ed a Hawick gill,
harmonious Teviotdale, as the following beautiful And leuch to see a tappit hen."
pastoral song, written by Sir Gilbert Elliot, the These are all measures of liquors, and the Hawick grandfather of the present Earl, may sufficiently gill was distinguished by being double the size of prove :any other gill.
"My sheep I neglected, I broke my sheep hook, There are several places and things deserving
And all the gay haunts of my youth I forsook : notice as we proceed down the river, but from our No more for Amynta fresh garlands I wore; having not long ago visited Minto, we are so full
Ambition, I said, would soon cure me of love, of that noble residence, that we cannot bring our
But what had my youth with ambition to do?
Why left I Amynta? why broke I my vow? selves to bestow on anything else either time or space, both being rather scarce with us. Minto “Through regions remote in vain do I rove, is indeed a superb place. Its grand natural fea
And bid the wide world secure me from love.
Ah ! fool to imagine, that aught could subdue tures of beauty are, first, its picturesque range of
A love so well founded, a passion so true! crags, which are seen over all the country, and
Ah! give me my sheep, and my sheep-book restore, which have been planted with so much judgment, And I'll wander from love and Amynta no more ! and secondly, its deep glen. Scott celebrates the
" Alas! 'tis too late at thy fate to repine! former, in the following verses, in his " Lay of the
Poor shepherd, Amynta no more can be thine! Last Minstrel" :
Thy tears are all fruitless, thy wishes are vain, “ On Minto Crags the moonbeams glint,
The moments neglected return not again.
Ah! what had my youth with ambition to do,
Why left I Amynta! why broke I my vow."
In quoting this song, Sir Walter Scott hints
at the gratifying fact that the Muse has not Cliffs, doubling, on their echoes borne,
altogether deserted the family, which may lead The terrors of the robbers' horn ;
us to hope for future productions of their family. Cliffs which for many a later year
There is something really remarkable in the
poetical atmosphere which may be said to hang • Ambition is no cure for love.''
over this favoured region of Teviotdale. WhereThe great extent of its woodland scenery it owes the Muse's inspiration. Let us now cross the
cver we go, we seem to find some rare instance of to the industry and taste of its various proprie- river to the pretty little village of Denholm, and tors. The crags are extremely romantic in them- there we find the birth-place of the justly-celeselves, and the legend which Scott tells us is brated Dr. John Leyden. Alas! this precious attached to them, namely, that a small plat- scion of poesy was by necessity transplanted to form, on a projecting rock, commanding a grand the hotter regions of India, where he afterwards prospect, is called “Barnhill's Bed,” from a robber of that name, the remains of whose strong in the tone of despair that runs through the fol
died; and there is something truly heart-sinking tower are still to be seen beneath the overhanging lowing beautiful and touching verses, in which he cliffs, add to theirinterest. The remnants of another tower, called Minto Crags, are still to be seen on been compelled to make for the miserable golden
contemplates the dreadful sacrifice which he has the rocky summit.
coin which he holds in his hand:The timber all throughout the park and pleasure ground is of a very grand description, but its growth, in the deer, narrow, and winding
“Slave of the dark and dirty mine,
What vanity hath brought thee here? glen below the house, is, in many instances, stu- How can I bear to see thee shine pendous. Some of the silver firs and larches are
So bright, that I have bought so dear. especially wonderful, and we have little hesitation The tent ropo's flapping lone I hear, in pronouncing that the latter must be nearly,
For twilight converse arm in arm ;
The jackall's shriek assails mine ear, if not altogether, coeval with those of Dunkeld,
When mirth and music wont to charm. to which, with perhaps the exception of the great one on the lawn near the spot where old Dunkeld
“ By Cherical's dark wandering streams, house stood, most of them appear to us to be
Where cane-tufts shadow all the wild ! superior. Here, as at Castle Craig, an old ruined What visions haunt my waking dreams, church, with its churchyard, have been made
Of Teviot loved while yet a child ! excellent use of in forming a beautiful and pictu
Of castled rocks stupendous pil'd,
By Esk or Eden's classic wave! resque spot in the midst of the pleasure ground,
Where loves of youth and friendship smiled, the grave-stones, with their rude but forcible me
Uncursed by thee, vile yellow slave
name. Willie was instantly devoted to be “Fade day-dreams sweet, from memory fade
hanged at the fair at Jedburgh, and, by way of The perishid bliss of youth's first prime,
a last dying speech, he gave forth a long ballad. That once so bright on fancy play'd,
Of this we shall only give the following stanza as
“The lasses of Ousenam water
Are rugging and riving hair,
And a' for the sake of Willie,
His beauty was so fair :
Llis beauty was so fair,
And comely for to see,
And drink will be dear to Willie,
When · Sweet-milk' gars him die.”
The Vale of the Teviot, as we proceed downWhich oboe were leading stars to mine ; wards to Ancrum Bridge, is wide and expanded, ller fond heart throbs with many a fear!
richly cultivated, and ornamented on both sides I cannot bear to see thee shine !
by the extensive plantations of Chesters, and
other gentlemen's seats. The river is broad, clear, "Ita! com'st thou now so late to mock
and sparkling; and the scenery, as it is usually This wither'd, sinking heart forlorn!
seen, is riante and cheerful. But we cannot avoid Now that my form the winter shock
noticing that, as we were returning towards JedOf sun rays tipt with death hath borne!
burgh froin our visit to Minto, we saw it under From love, from friendship, country, torn, circumstances that produced one of the grandest
To memery's fond regrets a prey.
effects we ever witnessed. In a space of time so Go mis thee with thy kindred olay!”
short that it appeared almost momentary, a clear
bright sky was overshadowed by an inky curtain, The chief hill of Teviotdale, called Ruberslaw, as if the change had been produced by dropping which possesses a strongly-marked character of a scene in a theatre. This soon spread itself its own, rises a little way to the south of Den- like a canopy over the whole hemisphere, and its holm, and presents a striking feature to be seen intense blackness was broken up in several places from all parts of the country. It is said that the with great irregular streaks of a lurid fiery Indian celebrated Covenanter, Peden, used to hold his red, as if dashed on it in mere idle whim, by the conventicles in different parts of this hill. We hogtool of some playful artist. Under the hedge, cannot help feeling a deep sympathy with those at the upper end of a steepish hill, was a small congregations of modern times who cannot ob- gipsy encampment, which we had noticed by the tain sites for the erection of churches, where way as we went. But now the squalid owner of they may peacefully worship God in their own the tent, cart, and pony pasturing, had kindled way. But how much more dreadful were the per- a large bickering fire, by which he sat carelessly secutions of those older times! The poor people, smoking, whilst his wife lay sound asleep in the of both sexes, and of all ages, were driven by door of the tent, half within and half without, the ruthless sword of the dragoon from the moor with a babe in her arms. All at once, the lightto the moss, and from the moss to the ravine, ning began to flash from the sky, and the distant and where the question was not regarding a site thunder rolled grandly away, and flash after for the church, but a site on which the poor fash, and peal after peal, succceded each other pious peasant might seat his person, to listen to for a considerable time. We, of course, made the the edifying prelections of his venerable pastor, best of our way, under the apprehension that, as and where a service begun in prayer and praise the carriage was open, the ladies of the party to the most High God, frequently ended in the were about to be drowned in a deluge. But brutal and bloody slaughter of the helpless and strange to say, not a drop of rain fell; although the innocent.
the darkness became such, as night approached, A little way below the village of Denholm, the that we could not possibly have proceeded but for river Teviot receives the Rule as a tributary. a pair of lamps, on the mail-coach construction, Its name, of Gaelic origin, means the rumbling- with which the carriage is provided. noised river, and is exactly descriptive of the The Teviot is formed from the north, by the character of the stream, which rushes over a beautiful water of Ale, a little above Ancrum rough, rocky channel, filled with boulders, and pro- Bridge. We remember, in those days of our ducing a tremendous din. This stream is cele- piscatory excursions to Melrose, that, having brated from its association with Walter Scott's started from home one evening after supper, and “Jovial Harper”-“Rattling Roaring Willie.” walked all night with a companion, we reached Having quarrelled at a drinking bout with one that sweet spot in the morning, and having made of his own profession, who had the strange an excellent breakfast, whilst our friend went to soubriquet of "Sweet-milk," owing to his having bed to recruit his strength, we prepared for a long come from a place on the Rule water of that day's angling. On this occasion, we procured a name, they instantly proceeded to settle the very decent, respectable, and sober man, as an matter by mortal duel, when “Sweet-milk” was attendant, a souter from Selkirk, whose name we killed close to a thorn tree which still bears his regret much has escaped our memory, so that we
cannot now record it, as we should have much was safe in his creel. We had many a failure wished to have done. By his advice, we resolved before we could succeed in catching one, whilst to try the upper part of the water of Ale, and ac. the souter never missed ; but at length we hit cordingly we walked round by Saint Boswells, upon the way; and so we proceeded with our and then joining that stream, we proceeded to fish guide, gently shifting our position in the pool as it upwards. The day unfortunately was cloudless, we exhausted each particular spot, until the and we had no sport, but we were charmed with souter's creel would hold no more, and ours was our walk. For one long stretch, if we remember more than half filled with trouts, most of which right, we wandered along, through sweet-scented were about three quarters of a pound in weight; meadows, with the stream running deep and clear, and, very much delighted with the novelty of our and with its waters almost level with the grassy sport, we made our way back to Melrose, by the plain through which they flowed. Trouts we western side of the Eildon hills, and greatly astosaw in plenty, but the rogues only laughed at us nished our companion with the slaughter we had when we offered them either a fly or a worm. made, seeing that he had been out angling for a On we walked, however, until our friend, the couple of hours in the Tweed, without catching a souter, suddenly stopping, and peering cautiously single fin. over the enamelled bank, into the water, waved The Ale water is really a lovely stream; but, to us to approach, and pointed out a large pike perhaps, the beauties it displays all around the which lay on the mud at the bottom, within a house of Kirklands, the charming residence of foot of the side we stood on, and at a depth of our much-valued friend, Mr. John Richardson, some three feet, or a little more. He seemed to are more striking than most of the other parts of be a fish of some seven or eight pounds weight. it. The banks are steep and richly wooded, and Back the souter led us from the side of the stream. the river sweeps around the grounds of Kirklands “We shall soon have that fellow,” said he; and, so as almost to make a peninsula of them. The sitting down on the grass, he shortened his rod house, of one of Blore's Elizabethan plans, stands to the length of the butt piece, and then he quickly on a fine terrace, commanding a long reach of tied three large hooks back to back, put a sinker the river downwards, and the wooded park of to them, and fixed them to the end of his reel line. Ancrum on its eastern side. In a most pictuBoth of us then approached the edge of the bank, resque spot, immediately under the eye, lies the whence we still saw the pike quietly reposing in his church, with its neat and well-kept churchyard. old position. Dropping his hooks gently into the We know very few residences anywhere more water a little beyond him, he guided them towards delightful; and then the host himself !-a host the broadside of the fish, and then giving a power- indeed in himself—for more highly relished as ful jerk, he, to his great surprise, whisked him his conversation must always be when it is enquite out of the water, and over his head, to the full joyed here among the scenes that he loves, it is extent of the line; and owing to his force not being yet such as might make us forget our situation, if sufficiently resisted, the worthy souter fell smack in the midst of one of the most dull and barren on the broad of his back upon the green sward. scenes of nature. The personal friend of Scott, On picking up the prize, it turned out to be one and of every really intellectual being that has of those thin slabs which an expert carpenter cuts existed, or that does exist, during his time, and off the side of a log that he is preparing for saw- estimated by all of these as of the highest mental ing, by squaring; and certainly we must confess powers, he is of manners the most modest, simple, that, when stuck up on edge in the mud, at the and unassuming. Even at the risk of offending bottom of the water, head and tail regularly up him, however, we must here introduce a small and down stream, its deceptive appearance was copy of verses, written to supply words to one of complete.
the Scottish songs in our worthy and venerable This disappointment, which produced much friend Mr. George Thomson's edition, which may laughter, only whetted the worthy souter's desire prove that, in settling in Teviotdale, he was quite to have fish somehow or other; and, accordingly, fitted to take his place among its numerous poets, having made our way up the stream as far as past, present, or to come :Midlem bridge and mill, we came to a very long gravelly-bottomed pool, of an equal depth all “O Nancy, wilt thou leave the town, over, of from three to four feet. Here the souter
And go with me where Nature dwells?
I'll lead thee to a fairer scene seated himself; and, shortening both our rods,
Than painter feigns or poet tells. and fitting each of them with the three hooks tied back to back, he desired us to follow him,
“Iu Spring, I'll place the snow-drop fair and then waded right into the middle of the pool.
Upon thy fairer, sweeter breast ;
With lovely roses round thy head, The whole water was sweltering with fine trouts,
At Summer eve, shalt thou be drest. rushing in all directions from the alarm of our intrusion among them. But after we had stood
“ In Autumn, when the rustling leaf
Shall warn us of the parting year, stock-still for a few minutes, their alarm went
I'll lead thee to yon woody glen, off, and they began to settle each individually in
The red-breast's evening song to his own place. There's a good one there,” said the souter, pointing to one at about three yards
" And when the Winter's dreary nig
Forbids us leave our shelter'da from him ; and, throwing the hooks over him, he
Then, in the treasure of thy minejini'd, jerked him up, and in less than six seconds he
Shall Nature's charms be all
The village of Ancrum, which stands on the the two Wardens of the Marches, for the redressright bank of the stream, is somewhat picturesque, ing of wrongs and punishing of crimes, ended and it has an air of antiquity about it which ren- in bloody slaughter :ders it interesting. Thomson, the poet of “the Seasons," spent much of his time in the manse,
THE RAID OF THE REIDSWIRE. with Mr. Cranstoun, the then clergyman of the " The seventh of July, the suith to say, parish. The house stands at no great distance At the Reidswire the tryst was set ; from the wooded brink of the sandstone cliffs that Our wardens they affixed the day,
And as they promised, so they met. line and overhang the river upon that side for
Alas ! that day I'll ne'er forget! more than a mile. There are some caves in the Was sure sae feared, and then sae faineface of the cliff, and in one of these, accessible They came theare justice for to gett, through the brushwood from above, Thomson was Will never green to come again. fond of sitting to indulge his reveries. His name “ Carmichael was our warden then, is carved on the roof, as it is believed, by his own He caused the country to conveen ;
And the Laird's Wat, that worthie man, hand. The view he must have enjoyed from this
Brought in that sirname weil beseem : his rocky retreat was extremely beautiful ; for,
The Armstranges, that aye hae been looking perpendicularly down upon the stream A hardy house, but not a hail, which ran along the base of the cliffs, his eye The Elliot's honours to maintain, could roam over the whole length and breadth of Brought down the lave o' Liddesdale. the extensive haugh on the Ancrum side of the - Then Tividale came to wi' spied ; river, with the lawn and noble timber of the park The Sheriffe brought the Douglas down, rising from the farther side of it. The haugh is Wi' Cranstane, Gladstain, good at need,
Baith Rowle water, and Hawick town, cut off at its lower end by the cliffs of sandstone
Beangiddart bauldly made him boun, rising grandly and picturesquely from the river's
Wi' a' the Turmbills, stronge and stout; brink, and these are curiously perforated with The Rutherfoords, with grit renoun, caverns, some of which open one into another. Convoy'd the town of Jedbrugh out. The angling on the Ale about Kirklands and
“Of other clans I cannot tell, Ancrum is quite excellent, as both Mr. Richardson Because our warning was not wideand Sir William Scott can testify, though we do
Be this our folks hae ta'en the fell, not understand that the trouts are very large.
And planted down pallioner, there to bide ;
We looked down the other side,
And saw como bocasting ower the brae,
“ It grieved him sair that day, I trow, The park is extensive, and of very varied and Wi’ Sir George Vearonne of Schipsyde house ; beautiful surface, and the trees are old, and of
Because we were not men enow, the most magnificent growth. Some of the limes
They counted us not worth a louse. are peculiarly grand. The ancient mansion
Sir George was gentle, meek, and douse,
But he was hail and het as fire ; stands on a wide terreplein, overlooking both the And yet for all his cracking crouse, park and the distant country ; and Sir William He rewd the raid of the Reidswire. has had the good taste to make an addition, in " To deal with proud men is but pain ; which he has contrived to employ a large mass of For either must you fight or flee, masonry, which now looks to be the oldest part Or else no answer make again, of the castle. Adjacent to Ancrum, and on the
But play the beast, and let them be.
It was no wonder he was hie, same side of the Teviot, but lower down, and just
Ilad Tindaill, Reedsdaill, at his hand, above its junction with the Jed, stands the Mar- Wi' Cukdaill, Gladsdaill, on the lee, quis of Lothian's place of Mount Teviot, exhibit- And Hebsrime, and Northumberland, ing a cheerful, smiling appearance, and having “ Yett was our meeting meek eneugh, extensive, well-disposed, and well-grown planta- Begun wi' merriment and mowes, tions around it, and covering the rising grounds
And at the brae, aboon the heugh, behind it.
The clark sat doun to call the rowes ;
And some for kyne, and some for ewes,
Call'd in of Dandrie, Hob, and Jock-
Although we were na weel content,
Yet, by my troth, we fear'd no ill.
Some gaed to drink, and some stude still,
And some to cards and dice them spod ;
Till on ane Farnstein they filed a bill,
And he was fugitive and fled. by the Reidswire, which is a part of the face of "Carmichaell bade them speik out plainlie, the Carter mountain, about ten miles from Jed
And cloke no cause for ill nor good; burgh, celebrated as being the scene of the con
The other, answering him as vainlis,
Began to reckon kin and blood : flict described in the ancient ballad of " The Raid
He raise, and taxed him where he stood, of the Reidswire," where a friendly meeting of And bade him match him with his marrows;