Merrie Carlisle W St

M ERRI E CARLISLE

A N D

POEMS OF TRADITION

HUGH EALCONER \ ,

inister o f th e resb teria n Ch urch o f E n land C a rlisle M P y g , ;

” o f Th e M aid o f Sh ulam a nd The Unﬁnished Sympho ny .

S econd Edition R evised.

CARL ISL E

GLI S H S R E E . S ON S , 11 EN T T

1914.

AT CARLI LE S ,

THE F DS PHYSICIANS RIEN , ,

WHOSE K INDNES S HAS BEEN so UNFAILING

DU HI S PROTRACTED ILL ES S RING N , C O N T E N T S .

Dedication

POEMS OF L OCAL TRADITION Merrie Carlisle w St . Cuthbert and St . Herbert on the S ifts

Sauceries Mary , Queen of Scots , at the

’ Kinmon t Willie s Toast George Fox and th e Carlisle Friends Major Ba nald MacPh erson on the Duke Cumberland

’ The Brampton Girl s Fear

’ The Burning of the Hexha m Bairns (Red Ker o

’ a C N Lindsey s L ment (Haughton astle , orth Tyne!

D w D The erwent ater Lights ( ilston Castle , South Tyn e! The Gilsla nd Question

P OEMS OF THE CHRISTIAN TRADITION The Proprietor The Old Age Pensioner Charity Death of a Poet — Poems of the Chr istian Tradition continued. The Reign of Man Beethoven ’ s Portrait Th e Councillor Welcome to the Latest Arri val Mother and Son Father and Daughter Triptych of Childhood

’ The Ph ilosoPh er s Dream Unconscious Inﬂuence The Curate ’ s Love

’ Don Juan on Sir Walter Scott s Quatrain to Woman Summer Song Old Age and Youth by the sea De Profundis To my Sister Agnes

HYMN S

Christmas Easter

The Ministry of An gels

The Final Vision I n hoc sign o victor RAT ON LIST OF IL LUS T I S .

Portrait of Author

Carlisle in 1745

Sauceries and Sta nwix from Carlisle Castle

K ’ Fourteenth Century House , ing s Arms

’ Major Macdonald s Cell , Carlisle Castle

s 1745 Highmore House , Carli le , in Bonnie Prince Charlie

Bewcastle Cross (East Front! Bewcastle Cross (West Front!

Dilston Castle

G d The Popping Stone, ilslan

1745 Town Hall , Carlisle , in P R OL G O US GALEATUS .

This little volume may need a helmeted prologue to vindicate its publication .

It is printed in the hope that it may serve the great cause of local patriotism . In two recent lectures o n the value of local tradition the writer ventured to recite to large popular audiences some o f the

o s . f llowing pieces , with their prose preface He was s urprised by the enthusiasm evoked , by a request for publication , and even by a remonstrance that more a ball ds had not been given . An illustrated version of on e e of u piece was print d as a set pict re post cards , a n i d cop es have been sold . It then occurred to him that singers in the 20th century might do

on o ld to well occasion , like the minstrels , recite their verses to the people , who seem to cherish a

for - o r — g reat liking verse , sung spoken provided the s ubject awaken their interest . Also that a brief r ec ord of his experience might be of service to some

o i of reader whose proper v cation , unl ke that the w riter , is poetry . It may be urged that local tradition has only a limited appeal . But the universal may shine through the particular , and the ideal through the concrete ld ce . o instan Was it not said of , History is but ” Philosophy teaching by examples ? Or it may b e said that the poet should help people , and especially

o young f lk , to contemplate the spectacle of life with appropriate emotions as it is lived at present , or will be in the near future , rather than as it was in

e the past . But they will best understand and serv — — their own generation at home and overseas whose sympath etic imagination has ﬁrst been exercised on

own o the records of their c untryside , and the vividly

d o coloure experience of their f rbears Happily ,

of from its wealth historic monuments , no country is better ﬁtted than our own to develop in the citizens of the future that power of the mind to project itself

c of e into the onsciousness others , and see life as th y

of t see it , which is the secret good manners and wor hy

rv social se ice .

Is not the time at hand when classic al ﬁgures as poetic symbols shall abdicate , letting familiar typical national ﬁgures reign in their stead ? Is n o t

of ro e Mary , Queen Scots , as symbolical a tragic he in as Iphigenia or (Enone ? A Cromwell or a Nelson as poetic a hero as Achilles or Hector ? Raleigh or Livingstone as typical a wanderer as Jason or Uly ssas ? Robert Burns as ideal a lyrist as Sappho ? Tyrtaeus The devotion of o ur poets in time — past to classical themes as if these alone embo died — the ideal and unive rsal has rendered poetry caviare

A of to the general . change poetic symbols from the unknown to the familiar might mean much for the interest of the democracy in poetry . At any rate there is no reason why poetry sho uld not appeal to the million as well as to the cultured few . If they but read aright the signs of our time , our younger poets should soon come into their kingdom .

Let them don their singing robes for the people , not

of for a small exclusive coterie . Is it not foolish Church and State to ignore the measureless potencies of social service wrapped up in popul a r song ? Is not one half of the Old Testament p oetry ? And in

of our the light this fact , is it not surprising that

its d s British Church history , with stirring episo e , and

of above all the romance of the last century Missions ,

o has not been sung int the popular heart , but still i ? remains , poet cally speaking, virgin soil

To the pieces on local tr adition the writer adds some others indicating more deﬁnitely his attitude u to life , and s ggesting, however brokenly, some aspects of that supreme interpreter of experience — our greatest tradition and heritage the Christian

o evangel of the most blessed G d . The helmeted ” o prologue , then , may perhaps vindicate this b ok

of as the plea of a provincial voice that poets , as old , sing an d recite their verse to the people , not to a

a clique , and th t due recognition of the exceeding — of — o o t b e value tradition l cal , nati nal , Chris ian made by a democratic age , which looks with infectious

to eagerness the future, and has set its hand in earnest to the titanic task of social reconstruction .

In the ﬁrst section o f this volume some of the

e pieces were originally compos d in the Scots dialect , but these have been modiﬁed to save th e reader from the distraction of footnotes explaining the vernacular .

In the second section the texts were an afterthought . The pieces were written on some spontaneous impulse and then fo und susceptible of Scripture texts , as indeed are all the poems in both sections .

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Unconsciously , the writer s outlook has been coloured by the measure of his apprehension of the Christian d view . In simple truth , apart from that , he coul

of make nothing life and death at all , but would be

of utterly in the dark , and driven to despair his

- ‘ brother men and himself . The Evangel is his all .

But it is inﬁnite .

’ The writer s thanks are due to the Rev . A . E . m Bloxso e D . D . o f Day , , for the photograph

’ the fourteenth century house in King s Arms.

to Lane , now printed for the ﬁrst time ; the

o o Rev . David Connor for the use f his plates f the

v for Bewcastle Cross ; to the Rev . J . E . Mc . ittie ,

of the photograph Hexham Abbey ; to J . P . D . for Wheatley , Esq . , permission to reproduce various photographs relating to Prince Charlie ; to Me ssrs . t J . Russell Sons for permission to use their por rait of the writer ; to Messrs . Gibson , of Hexham , and

of Messrs . Nicholson Cartner , Carlisle , for photo

st Giln ockie th e graphs of Dil on Castle , Tower ,

e and S a uceries Popping Ston , the ; to his dear friend Canon Rawnsley for constant interest and valuable

ilﬁlla n oo G . suggestions ; and to Revs . J . , G . J G d m a n an d . c , J E . Falconer for kind help in corre ting

e 1 proofs . What a deal of kindn ss there is in the world Th e writer puts on record this testimony (pro bably

as b o his l t! , that as a traveller from oyho d in many

his - lands , he has found t kindness of his brother men absolutely unfailing , and their varied talent passing wonderful . He is sorry to leave them so soon . God

s of bless them all . Could the vast kindlines the

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b e on . human heart but focussed somehow life , half of the ills that aﬁlict long - sn ﬁ erin g mankind l ’ — tack ed concertedly and in God s name would . vanish like vapour .

' MERRIE CARLISLE .

“ The epithet merrie deno tes the celebrity of the City in the olden time for deeds of warlike daring that still stir the blood like the sound of a trumpet .

Especially for gallant defence was Carlisle famous , an d in the long list of her besiegers are the names of

of William the Lion , Alexander II , the Earl Buchan ,

Wallace , Bruce , Douglas , Cromwell , Lesly , and the

of Duke Cumberland . Among her muniments is a

r 1314 charter , dating f om , whose initial letter vividly portrays the successful defence of the City by Andrew

o de Har la , the governor , against King Robert the

Bruce , fresh from his triumph at Bannockburn , and eager to avenge the cruel execution of his brothers

of Thomas and Edward , at Carlisle , in the last year

Edward I . In the annals of Carlisle the most

m c o f ro antic episodes are the residen e Mary , Queen

of th e 1568 Scots , in castle , during May and June , ; 14 MERRIE CARLI SLE AN D POEMS o r TRAD IT IO N .

the rescue from one of the castle dungeons of

o Kin mon t Willie , the dreaded Scots freeb oter , by

bold B uccleuch his Warden , and the young bloods “ o 1596 of the clan Sc tt, in April , when keen Scrope was th e English Warden ; and the triumphal entrance of Bonnie Prince Charlie in No vember 1745 , on a white charger , and preceded by a hundred pipers .

In Roman times Carlisle was an important

i es m litary base , and later an eccl iastical centre ; but under the Danes it became a waste , and for several centuries was merely a ruinous bit o f British Strath “ a clyde . Carlisle and the district round it , s ys

n ot Mr . Freeman , do ﬁgure in the Domesday Book ” Survey . In the Saxon Chronicle , under date

D 1092 A . . , is this brief signiﬁcant entry In this year the King William , with a large army , went north to Carlisle , and drove out Dolphin that before

th e governed e land , and set his own men in the castl , and then returned hither southward . And a vast n umber of rustic people with wives and with

h e cattle , sent thither to dwell there in order to till the land In the middle of the 12th century King

D avid of Scotland held court in the Border City ,

received papal legates , and knighted Prince Henry

f . o England He died in Carlisle in 1153 . Under 14 King Edward I , in the ﬁrst decade of the th century , the City reached its climax of brilliancy .

MERRIE CARLISLE .

Merrie Carlisle , Border City , Valiant name in vivid ditty

Blithely sung of old

o Warden f a gallant story ,

r - Rich in de ring do and glory ,

Fare on ever bold .

Hill and fell , thy trusty warders ,

’ O er o thine abbey, tower, bridge , b rders ,

Keep their watch afar '

n an d Leal in daw noonday splendour,

o f w Leal in hour t ilight tender,

of And midnight star .

Bright and broad thine Eden river Winds mid holme and scaur for ever

By th e castl e hill ; Subtly with thine annals blending

e Music , murmur d in her wending

To the Solway still .

On his wedding, day Sir Walter

Led h i s dear love to thine altar , Fair romantic town

Len t his great name to thy story , To the glamour and the glory

Of thy long renown .

of S cots Mary , Queen , dwelt in thee

Swift her captive eyes to win thee , Bright eyes dark with fate ;

Edward , Cromwell , aye victorious ,

e Bonni Charlie , nine months glorious ,

Galloped through thy gate .

Glint of helm and armour glancing

Eden saw , and chargers prancing In the tourney ﬁght ;

Wh en stark reivers drave the cattle Eden heard their stout spears rattle

N orth war n d through the ight .

d wa s i E en heard , when morn break ng ,

’ Kin mon t Willie s Warden waking Keen Scrope from his dream While the laughing rescuers follow Bold Buccleuch swift as the swallow

’ Skims o er holme and stream . 18

o n Peel and castle thy border ,

of Relics an ancient order,

Frown forlorn to - day ;

Valour casts its slough of rudeness ,

Yet abides th e soul of goodness

Though its forms decay .

Merrie Carlisle , Border City ,

Valiant name in vivid ditty Blithely sung of Old

o Warden f a gallant story ,

- Rich in derring do and glory , b Fare on ever old . 19

LAST MEETING OF ST . CUTHBERT AN D AD 685 ST . HERBERT AT CARLISLE , . .

The Venerable Bede so loved the memory of

of St . Cuthbert that he persuaded the brothers “ Lindisfarne to enrol his name amo ng their own in ” the white book of their holy congregation . Both “ ” “ in his Ecclesiastical History and his Life of

St . Cuthbert he tells the exquisite story concerning ” the venerable priest of the name of Herbert , who

of Go d had long been united to the man , Cuthbert , in the bond Of spiritual friendship , and who , leading a solitary life in an island in the large marsh from which the Derwent rises , used to come to him every year and receive from him admonitions in the way of e n f t ter al li e . When this man heard that Cuthber

o was st pping in Carlisle , he came , according to his custom, desiring to be kindled up more and more by his whol es ome exhortations in aspiring after he ave nly

of things . When these two had drunk deeply the

of cup celestial wisdom , Cuthbert said , among other

‘ s thing , Remember , brother Herbert , that you ask m e concerning whatever undertaking you may have

o u in hand , and that y speak to me about it now, because after we shall have separated we shall see

o I i each ther no more in this life . am certa n that

’ a the time of my death approaches . Upon he ring these words Herbert threw himself at his feet with

- I ou tears and lamentations , saying , beseech y by 20 MERRIE CARLISLE AN D POEMS OF TRA D ITI O N .

to of the Lord not leave me , but be mindful your companion , and pray the Almighty Goodness that as we have served Him together on earth we may at the

’ same time pass to heaven to see His light . The

o m to Bish p (Cuthbert! applied hi self prayer , and having presently had intimation in spirit that he had

of Obtained what he asked the Lord , he said , Rise , brother, and do not weep , but rejoice , because the

’ Heavenly Goodness has granted what we desired . The event proved the truth of this promise and prophecy , for they never met again , but their souls departed from their bodies at on e and the same

o on 20th m ment of time , that is the March , and were joined together in a heavenly vision and translated at th e same time by angels to the heavenly kingdom .

For eight years Cuthbert lived alone on a little

island near Lindisfarne , in a hut open to the sky , whence he heard no voices but those Of the winds ,

- the waves , and the sea mews . Herbert also dwelt in solitariness on his island in Derwentwater . The absolute isolation Of the two anchorites makes their

r passionate f iendship , with its inward depth and its

r p esentiment Of immortality, all the more touching . It shines like a star amid the darkness and tempest

- T of the early middle ages . h e date of their meeting 685 ” we may ﬁx as June , and its place as the Swifts , or th i kerb holmes to e east of the bridge near R c y .

Cuthbert spake , Brother dear , I feel mine hour is near ,

N 0 more Shall we meet here .

of Soul my soul thou art , If aught be on thy heart

Speak now , for soon we part .

Leave me not , Herbert cried ,

My father , brother, guide ,

on Like none earth beside .

Yet, if it must be , pray That on thy dying day

I too may go thy way .

Silence fell for a space , Stone still was Eden ’ s face While Cuthbert sought this

A Skylark thrilled the air Above the green holme whe re

The brothers knelt in prayer .

The Skylark left the sky And laid his music by ;

Then Herbert sighed a sigh . 23

o Rej ice , dear heart , rejoice ,

Cried Cuthbert , for the voice h W ispers thou hast thy choice .

It shall be even so ;

Know , brother , surely know I Thou goest when go .

fo r Christ praised they this word ,

Far in the spirit heard ,

- By home fore feeling stirred .

Th ey parted , and Bede saith , When Cuthbert sank in d eath

Herbert breathed his last breath .

Was it on that same night The brother saw a light

s ? At Melrose , pa sing bright

Two saints in shining state

Swift angels bore , elate ,

Up to a golden gate .

Thence a great glory broke Trumpets in loud peal spoke ;

Whereon the brother woke . 24

SOL VJAY MOSS .

1542 A . D .

Be tween Gretna and Longtown the So lway Moss stretches northward to the Langholm hills . It is 1542 fringed with young birches . In November ,

of r of King James V (father Ma y , Queen Scots! sent a large army from Ca erlav erock to invade England .

He gave orders that a herald should proclaim Oliver i Sinclair , his favourite , generalissimo . This fool sh proclamation enraged his proud nobles and turned 300 his army into an agitated mob . Just then

English cavalry , under Dacre and Musgrave , advanced to reconnoitre . Seeing the Sco ts in

c e confusion , they harged , scatter d Scottish

a. . troops , and took thousand prisoners The tidings fell like a thunderbolt on Ca erlaverock . The

’ in e . e king s h art was broken In a few w eks he died ,

- ﬁ rst of the thirty year his age . This crushing defeat exposed Scotland for years to a terrible spoliation and III humiliation at the hands of King Henry V . In our Bo rder annals there is not a more signal illus tration of the weakness and madness of di sun i on than

the disaster at the Solway Moss . 25

SOLWAY MOSS

1 42 A D V B 5 . . NO EM ER ,

Grow, birches , grow, Seed out to left and right Cover this Solway Mo ss m Like a dead face fro sight .

Spread , birches , spread , Spread quickly and afar O hide these bare peat hags

From sun and moon and star .

This moor beheld

Disunion poison power ; Down went a nation ’ s pride

on e o In cha tic hour .

Ten thousand broke Befor e three hundred men ;

Harry, the Tudor King ,

a Bled Scotland white ag in . 26

Rode from the ﬁeld

- A rider anguish tossed , To carry to his King

The tidings all is lost .

Red sank the sun In th e No ve mber sea ;

’ a Redder monarch s shame,

Caerlaverock . , in thee

Spread , birches , spread , Spread quickly and afar O hide this So lway Moss From sun and moon and

Carlisle Castle

E n tra n ce Ga teway a n d K eep

S a uc eries a n d S tan w ix From Carlisle Castle

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l S t It is strange to ref ect that , although Mary tuar

n ot - h ad n at Carlisle was yet twenty six , she bee t two t hrice wedded , the most brilliant ﬁgure in cour s , present at two battles waged in her behalf , an

in an instrument vast political designs , accused

. to criminal , an escaped captive One is tempted ask , what were the deeper tho ughts concerning life of a '

so personality widely experienced , so variously gifted , and so evilly circumstanced . It is , perhaps , signiﬁcant that after leaving Carlisle Mary

of n appeared to be sympathetic to the Church Engla d ,

’ 9 “ c n to a re eived an E glish chaplain, and grew ” of a good liking the common pr yer . 29

MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS , AT THE SAUCE RI E S .

O river , sister river ,

Changing, unchanging ever,

enfoldeth ! Fie , mud thy flow

Nay , pardon sweet , it holdeth

i o Brave l keness f clean sky .

m e Prithee co e tell me , riv r , — Sooth t o my heart deliver When to thy bank I hie

r Our cu rent , shall it never Without mud mirror sky ?

F or ever and for ever,

Without a reason why ,

Shall mud , dear heart . belie Our kinship with clean sky ?

e our s O swe theart , spate change Scare away skyey things ; — Joy a n ce afar it ranges

o — L ve ? fame have plaguey wings . t Never heless , O river ,

A voice within me ever,

Albeit I know not why , Whispers me and a ssureth

That what alone endureth ,

Brave sister , is clean sky .

a ssureth Yea , the calm voice ,

Albeit I know not why , Alone at last endureth

n sk or . Nor cloud , mud , but y 30

i Pr thee , come tell me , river , What this same voice may be ; F or ever and for ever

ﬂowest Thou to the sea , Th ence doth some whisper carry Tidings of heart that feels

Madam , we wait

Nay marry , W e hear how yon bell peals . ’ n o our Twas t will to tarry .

Natheless , fair sir , we know

owe What duty thou dost . Thanks for this timely call !

Attend him , maidens all .

0 river , sister river ,

Changing , unchanging ever ,

on on Roll , dear heart , roll

Pardon , I must be gone .

Thou wottest well , I ween , ’ I m but a captive Queen .

Nevertheless , O river ,

The voice within me ever ,

n o Albeit I know t why , Whispers me and a ssureth Alone at last endureth

N or n or . cloud , mud , but sky Whence the calm voice and why

e and O sw etheart , by by

e The sea may make r ply .

’ KI N M ON T WILLIE S TOAST .

in mon It is odd to ﬁnd K t Willie ﬁguring, as hero

— - in ecclesiastical history a moss trooping Armstrong wh o robbed his neighbours of life as well as property . Archbishop Spottiswood devotes some sympathetic

e pag s to the reiver , and the Scots Presbyterian

F or e ministers also took his side . he had b en taken

of for by Salkeld Corby , deputy Lord Scrope the

‘ of . English Warden , in ﬂagrant violation border truce The law of th e marches was that the truce held till

of sunrise after the day meeting , and Salkeld seized Kin mon t as he was riding home to Morton - ou -the

on Kersh O e Sark the evening Of the truce at p , in

f s Liddesdale . A ter vain prote ts , Buccleuch , the

e m to ou of Scots Warden , det r ined pluck his man t

’ of the lion s den , to wit the Castle Carlisle , where

Kinmon t to lay in irons , doomed execution at

of Harraby . So with a band young bloods , chieﬂy

of own h e e Scotts his clan , crossed the Eden b low f 1 th 1 9 Stanwix , just before the dawn o 3 April 5 6 ,

Kin mon t penetrated the Castle , and carried away

a of Willie , irons and all , without spilling drop

’ Bu cleu h English blood . c c s strategy was apparently this With on e half of the rescue party he sta tioned t himself to the nor h of the castle wall , and ﬁlled the misty night with trumpet calls and shouts of

m o co mand . Scrope and his ofﬁcers rushed t that quarter and tried to estimate the numbers and

of formation the Scots . Meanwhile the other half

’ of Buccleuch s men stole round to th e west wall , N 32 MERRIE CARLISLE AND POEMS OF TRAD IT IO .

’ ' s e ' a r cal d it , ran to their comr de s prison , and ca ried o him Off . The p stern by which they made their triumphant exit may still be seen .

t They say tha Red Rowan, the starkest man in ” Tev iotdale Kin mon t , carried on his shoulders , with his irons or spurs still on , and Sir Walter Scott

“ tells us that these were knocked O ff by the smith at a cottage near Longtown . Sir Walter also mentions t tha , some years later , when Queen Elizabeth demanded of Buccleuch how he dared to undertake an enterprise so desperate and presumptuous ?” the Scots Warden turned away her wrath by th e bold a answer , Madam , what is it that a man d res not ” do With such men , said Elizabeth our of to a lord in waiting , brother Scotland might ” r e shake the ﬁ m st throne in Europe .

’ The contemporary historians extol B uccleuch s of exploit as the most daring deed the age , and one enthusiast declares that the like of it was never

r done since the memo y of man , no not in Wallace ” a is f d y . It was the last achievement o Border chivalry . To us the glorious feature of the rescue

of s is not simply its daring , but the spirit comrade

h . wh o s ip it displays Buccleuch stood by his man , ,

o n . his part , was ready to render his chief any service

This personal interest , this human touch , this loyalty Of man to man is worth remembering in the 20th — h century , when at times though there is so muc — to o kindliness everything seems g by machinery , and the machines act like men and the men like machines , and apparently the only bond between men ” is the cash nexus .

r Lord Scrope , your ope

n or m Frights not , can dis ay ” ’ b Marchmen , quo I , and by and y

’ ” Moonlight again we ll hae .

” ’ l uo Moonlight q he ,

at ? Thief, wouldst thou mock me

’ W i o e moon and sun thou wilt be d n , ” Kin mon n t o . , Harraby

That nicht , that nicht , Crowbars and axes banged ;

’ I heard Red Rowan s voice sing oot

’ ” Kin mon t n , thou se o be hanged .

- - Rug tug , rug tug ,

They tugged ma irons in vain , Syn e Rowan heaved me on his back

Gin I had been a wean .

’ uo Sit free , q he ,

Saddle nor bridle ask ,

’ o Wow , but thae mighty spurs y ours

Gie me an unco task . Shoulders and neck

’ ’ Like Rowan s ne er h ae

I n Teviotdal The starkest man e,

And toughest nag yet seen . 35

Thanks , Scrope , cried I , F or board and lodging free !

o Gin ye should want the bill paid , Scr pe ,

In Scotland visit me .

Keen Scrope , Keen Scrope ,

’ What 0 the moonlight no o ? ? And wu ddy tree on Ha irrib ie ” Man , ye forgot Buccleuch .

Flashed red ﬁre ﬂame

Fra Carlisle beacon licht , And syne the muckle auld town bell

’ ’ ’ w Waked a the bells i fricht .

- - Ding dong , ding dong ,

Went keep and minster bells ,

- - Clang , clang , ding dong , ding dong

Oct to the misty fells .

Bold , bold Buccleuch ,

a G rt blaw a bugle blast ,

’ Syne wi the lave to Eden fo rd

R o Red wan galloped fast . Pl ash through the sp a te

We plunged to Stanwix brae , Then skirled anither slogan blast

To blaw the wat away . 36

Mount , lads , and ride ,

Spak up the bold Buccleuch , When I have said on e parting word

To bid Lord Scrope adieu . ” Warden , he cried,

Be it by thee confessed ,

’ We Spilt n o drop 0 English blood ” When harrying thy nest .

ow ! W , sic a ride Until the morning broke

’ Upon a sleepy blacksmith s cot ; Th e loon was soon awoke . Crash gaed a spear

’ Cl ose by the guidwife s head

to Oot tumbled smith , syne ceased

An d ﬁled ma irons instead .

Doon fell the gy ves .

’ Gin da wn in wasna sweet ? I louped upon the dewy grass

To feel I Owned my feet .

Free , hand and foot , What can wi’ that compare ?

I mounted on a four- legged nag N or fashed Red Rowan mair 37

Morton - on - Sark i ’ W its blue reek again , The Wife and bairns and dogs and O gin they weren a fain '

od - ! Go bye, Carlisle Rescued by bold Buccleuch !

’ F or 0 men mettle , leal and stark ,

He does what man may do .

e Que n B ess , Queen Bess , (Sic tidings quickly run! Has speired Buccleuch h ow he daur do

The great deed he has done . ” Dare , madam , dare (To face her was nae fun! And what is there a man won ’ t dare ? ’ w Fair was th e Queen s heart on .

’ Hear him , quo she ,

C Unto her hamberlain , W i’ good ten thousand men like

’ ul We d r e the earth and main .

o u Hon r Buccleuch ,

’ W h o honours Scotland s name ;

n oo It smells sweet in ilka land ,

’ — 0 The rose knightly fame . 38

’ a ,

‘ “ Toast a ince mair Bold Buccleuch !

’ F or e lads o m ttle , leal and stark ,

He does wh at man may do .

’ Drink deep , drink deep ,

- Let ilk man drain ilk cup , wi’ Up , pledge Buccleuch mug

S y n c turn the beaker up .

' ’ F u r n h n u r H u K n s A m L n s o tee t Ce t y o se , i g r s a e . Carli le

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of . x Gate , at the top Rickergate Brow From Fo s “ ” Journal we learn that one musqueteer w a s stationed

o of th e at the door of his r om , a second at the foot

e a Fox w as stair , and a third at the str et door . L ter , sent down to the loathsome basement chamber or

- o dungeon , amongst the moss tro pers , thieves , and

o w as d to murderers . Fo d hande him by his friends

of s through the bars the prison window , and prie ts ” t of s came o the grates to dispute . One his convert

n wh o was a y outh named James Par el , afterwards b ecame a preacher and perished t ruelly at Colchester .

Bad as the Carlisle gaol was , the prisoners , says

to Fox , were all made very loving and subject me , ” s f f r Th e and ome o them were convinced O the t uth . gaolers , however , were extremely brutal , and it comforts on e to learn that just before Fox was set

c n at liberty , the Governor , ac ompanied by A thony

Pearson a justice Of the peace in three counties , wh o was convinced at Appleby by James N aylor a n d

How ill wh o Francis g , were then prisoners there and — brought before him came down to see the dungeon , expressed great indignation at its condition , and sent on of e the two gaolers there to try it for himself .

— — It was natural that Fox Of all men s hould describe the co ndition of men as that of spirits in ” prison , who can only be set free by the voice of Him who carries the keys at His girdle , and has His

of witness in the human heart , by the inner light the

Spirit . 41

G EORGE F O! AND THE CARLISLE FRIENDS .

1653 .

Kind friends , once in a dungeon

Below a castle stair, I saw some stra nge wall scratches

h ow And asked these came there .

a Ah , once there was a c ptive ,

e My gaoler fri nd replied , Who went mad in this dungeon

Wrestling to win outside .

With his p oor frantic ﬁngers

He made the marks you see ,

Digging into the stone - wo rk

! f In fren y to be ree .

- He dug and tore the stone work,

a Then g ve as reason why ,

’ I m boring through this hell -wall

’ TO see the bright blue sky .

o G od gaoler friend , thy story ,

I said , doth make me sad ; What are we all but captives Wh o oftentimes go mad ? 42

Fain would poor souls in prison Escape their proper doom ; They cannot quit their dungeon

for Save it be their tomb .

Only on e Voice availeth To set the captive free

r Thank God , we hear it c ying , t ’ o . Lo k , sinner , un o Me

A waft of power still cometh With that Voice from o n high

dis arteth Our dungeon roof p , We see the Open sky

Our dungeon doors ﬂy open ,

We step outside again ;

And then our word wins entrance

Into the hearts of men .

But pity most poor captives

To lust and pomp and pelf , Stung with n o noble frenzy

To of quit the cell self .

’ M a o r M d n d s a s j ac o al Cell , C rlisle Ca tle

Th e va rious de vices shown were done b y captive Oj icers of the “ ” P rin ce Cha rlie rising 43

MAJOR R AN AL D MACPHERSON ON

THE DUKE OF CUMBERLAND .

U 174 . A GUST 6 CARLISLE . One o f the haunting sights in the C astle is th e work done on the walls betw een their cells by Major of T en drish e Macdo nald , y , and gallant captiv officers of the Prince Charlie rising . With sharpened nails or other instruments they carved the Percy a a of e and D cre arms , the insigni th ir regiments , the

v To martyrdom of St . Sebastian , and various de ices . think of those brave fellows and their execrable on e as doom makes feel , with Waverley, if one could

- e r . n ver enter Ca lisle again Thirty one executions ,

to e o th e and skulls afﬁxed her gat s , bl tted hideously a of r t o chiv lrous name ou Border City . Af er Cull den , Th e such barbarous vengeance was inexcusable . of efferies Duke Cumberland , like Judge J , overdid w n t . his part . They disho oured o noble vocations

18th 1745 e On Monday , November , Prince Charli entered Carlisle in triumph and won favour by his te h e gallant bearing and fair dealing . A month la r returned through the City close pressed by the Duke 4 o f . o f 00 Cumberland The garrison men , which in

o e o . an evil m m nt he left behind , were s on prisoners ’ l 6th 1746 e On April , , Prince Charlie s nterprise was d a irretrievably ruine at Culloden ; yet , months l ter,

of - s in August that year , ninety six Carlisle prisoner

to - ac were sentenced death , an d thirty one were tually

o . murdered in cold blo d , after a formal trial ’ u e on h is b ut C mb rland set kinsman s head , to their eternal honour not a single clansman would

betray his prince . 44

J R AN AL D MA OR MACPHERSON ,

I N AS PRISONER CARLISLE C TLE ,

ND C OF U 1746 U ER SENTEN E DEATH , A GUST , ON

THE DUKE OF CUMBERLAND .

f Some birds a front the sunshine ,

Some ﬁshes foul the seas , Snakes desecrate the mountains And plagues pollute the breeze 0 Be thy name named , Cumberland ,

With noxious things like these .

N ot red Culloden slakes thee ,

Thy slogan is kill , kill , Let Highland bloo d m ake redder

Each heather moor and hill .

ac o 0 Till cr k of do m , Cumberland ,

Be thy name Butcher still .

Thou settes t store of money

’ Upon thy kinsman s head , But who of all the clansmen Will sell his Prince for bread ?

Thou hast thy lucre , Cumberland ,

They have white souls instead .

Thou canst not stain the honour

Of gallant captive foes , Although thou doom their bodies TO feed foul carrion crows A blot on her escutcheon

a To thy name C rlisle owes .

Brave seas encompass England ,

an Brave b s in Scotland stand ,

N e O wave thy sham will cover , N O hill stream cleanse thy hand Disowned is scarlet Cumberland

o By cean and by land .

o S me birds affront the sunshine ,

Some ﬁshes foul the seas ,

Snakes . de secrate the mountains And plagues pollute the breeze

a 0 Be thy n me named , Cumberland ,

With noxious things like these . 4 6

’ THE BRAMPTON GIRL S FEAR .

Brampton , an ancient town nine miles east

- two north east Of Carlisle , ﬁgures in the rebellions of t 1 15 t l 18 h . 7 the century In Mr . Foster ook forma

command of the Jacobite Army at Brampton , and proclaimed the Pretender kin g before the assemb led

w a o it s cro d in the market place . The J c b e were soon defeated at Preston .

In 1745 Prince Charles Stuart too k up his quarters at Brampton in a house in High Cross

o Street . The Mayor and Corporation f Carlisle

Of presented the keys the City to Prince Charlie , on Th e their knees , at Brampton . following is an entry in the session records of the Presby terian

1745 : 10 a nd Church at Brampton for Novr . a s 17 ei . No sermon . The Minister b h g. out of town ” because ye Rebels were in it . The Presbyteri ans

were loyal Hanoverians , but many others in the little town were partisans of the Stuart Prince .

When , after Culloden, six rebels were hanged

a Of in Br mpton by order of Cumberland , the terror all who had favoured Bonnie Prince Charlie may

r readily be imagined . This widely prevailing fea

of is the motive the following little song . ‘ ’ B o n n ie P ri n c e Ch arlie

F m n o n E . a i ina i u P . J . Ca ni n Ho wa s ro or g l p ct re , the property f g rd , q , C b Ca Cumb e a n or y stle , rl d

’ THE BRAMPTON GIRL S FEAR .

’ ’ o ur lonn in In green , a the lang day ,

’ an d wa s Kye hev been lowin , dowie ,

’ ’ h e Eerily lowin a t day lang,

’ s i s Sair it mi g e me something is wrang .

It was at Lammas Jamie set sail , ! ! How the wind whistled Wow , sic a wail

’ a S dly we parted , ne er a word since ;

o c e . And he loved Charlie , the B nnie Prin

owd ain ce In the ruin , was a kirk,

r e Sweetly we t ysted , just befor mirk ,

Till through the window , ruined lang syne , Stars keeked and tented his vow and mine

’ ’ b e faith fu faithfu Aye to , till death ,

Leal to each other to o ur last breath . 0 but our heart ﬁlled ! weren a we fain ?

J e Would I might clasp thee , ami , again .

’ o Wakin at midnight , l nesome I weep ,

e Were but my heart light , sound I should sl ep ;

’ Sadly we parted , ne er a word since

0 ru ed ? hev they g pp him , true to his Prince

’ our u a In green lo nin the lang day , b Kye hev een lowin dowie and wae ,

’ ’ a th e Eerily lowin day lang,

’

mis i es . Sair it g me , something is wrang 4 8

THE THREE CROSSES OF THE SOLWAY .

The ﬁrst of the three famous cro sses within sight of the Solway is at Gosforth , in West Cumberland , and may be distinguished as the Saga Cross . It

of is not a Pagan but a Christian monument , Irish 11th workmanship, and dating probably from the

n ot century . Yet the scenes portrayed are from the

’ o m Gospels , but fr the Vala s prophecy concerning “ e the twilight of the gods , the ﬁnal battle betw en the good gods of Valhalla and the powers of hell .

c to A cording Norse mythology , it is only at inﬁnite cost that the reign of right is ﬁnally established . In

- a . . . an epoch making paper , the l te Rev W S C alverley interpreted the Gosforth monolith as

or or teaching that Christ , not Odin Thor , Vidar

of Balder , is Conqueror Death and Hell , and

Redeemer of the World . To minds steeped in Norse mytholo gy the Gosforth cross spoke in a language

or they could understand , and drew parallels showed contrasts between the heathen and the Christian faith .

The second cross stands in the Parish Church i d at Ruthwell , Dumfr esshire , and may be name the ” Runic Cross with the Saxon Lay of the Holy Rood . Its date is generally assigned to the last decades of 7 th the century . The Anglian workmanship is

e ro m exquisite , and the scenes repres nted are mainly f

A N D o r A 49 MERRIE CARLISLE POEMS TR DITION .

t e h Gospels . But the special interest of the monument is that the Runic inscription is , beyond doubt , a

u l e q otation from an ear y English poem by Ca dmon, o r possibly by Cynewulf . The beautiful fancy of the mod e s t , once a ﬂourishing tre , de cribing h e awful

Burden it had to bear, and its sympathy with the

Cru ciﬁed sorrows of the , recalls the sorrow of nature

of for the death Balder the Good , in the Norse 7 . th as my thology Apparently in the century , 11th in the , the Christian missionaries or artists set the faith in relief against a background of pagan story .

The third cross is at Bewcastle , in North Cum

n is m Al cfrith son of Osw berla d , and a me orial to , y ,

ee and King of Deira . It has b n called the noblest

on Christian monument this side of the Alps , and

A D its generally received date is 670 . In his youth

Alcfrith to of went over Penda , the Pagan King

’ C n eb ur a . Mercia , and married y g , Penda s daughter

! s r won Later , he became ealou ly Ch istian , to the

P ea da — faith , Prince of Mercia who was baptised

- Osw in the Tyne , near the Roman wall and with y ,

W in wa ed defeated and slew Penda , at , near Leeds , in 664 655 A . D . In the great Easter controversy , in ,

Osw Alcfrith . y and took Opposite sides The sire , who had been educated at Iona , and spoke Gaelic , sympathised with the Columban missionaries ; the — — son intimate friend of W ilfrith was a hot partisan 50 MERRIE CARLISLE A N D POEMS o r TRADITION .

of Rome . Their strife was bitter , and possibly the

popular mind saw , in a ﬁery comet and a terrible

of plague those days , a judgment of heaven upon a monarch who lived at war with his own father .

The vine - scroll o n the Bewcastle memorial

of monument , and the knotwork symbol the Trinity ,

of are unsurpassed English workmanship . But the

western face is most signiﬁcant . The upper panel

represents S . John the Baptist and the Lamb ; the

middle panel the Risen Christ , with right hand up

in s e lifted bles ing , left hand holding a scroll , and fe t treading down swine or dragons ; and the lower panel

o n — a ﬁgure with bird left wrist probably St . John

n the Evangelist and his eagle , but possibly Ki g

Alcfrith and his hawk . Beneath the central panel

: Hwa etred W oth ar are runes to this effect , g , and

Olfwolth u S et up this lofty standard in memory of

Alcfrith l n sw O . , ate Ki g and son of y Pray for (the

high sin of his soul . Other names on the cross

C n eb ur a C n eswith a E c frith W ulfh ere. are y g , y , g , and

The monument proclaims Christ , not Odin , is Lord t of . Light and Life, and Vic or over evil What is

of remarkable , those ancient crosses give no hint the later adoration of the Virgin , and invocation Of saints . They portray the Risen Christ as Himself the sum

and substance of the Christian Evangel . Christendom

may yet deem this simple early faith an ample creed . B ew castle Cros s (W e st Fro n t!

5 1

THE BEWCASTLE CROSS .

70 A D 6 . .

HW AE T R E D

SPEAK S T H E ERE CTION OF TH E ME MORI AL COLU MN

T o

AL CFR I TH K I G OF R A . , N DEI

I .

Hwa etred W oth a r Olfwolth u , g , and Have hewn this slender shaft of stone

With English craft , and carved thereon

n These sacred ﬁgures , sig s , and runes ,

of Alcfrith u In memory ,

Kin g of . Once O , and son Oswin

Eke that it be a standard proud ,

In shape a lofty victor rood , — Sign wherein Christians conquer foes , As Oswald did at Heaven ﬁeld

to Where his folk may press with joy , Strong in that faith which triumph won

Alcfrith u And endless praise for .

Battle he waged for the White Christ , f With sword Of steel and sword o truth .

A nation to the faith he drew .

L O , in the river , at the Wall , P ea da of Mercia was bapti! ed

h is With all nobles , thanes and thralls ,

’ ’ iv n Alcfri th u By Christ s grace , g through ;

Who prayed that for his soul ye pray . 52

II .

’ C n eb ur a b elov d y g was his Queen ,

’ of M ercia s Daughter Penda , king .

’ ’ Not their s was Penda s pagan creed ;

Look on this rood and understand .

What Baldr could not be Christ was ,

The Lamb Of God , stainless and white , I Vh O wrought redemption for mankind .

o f Not Odin is the lord light ,

O But Christ is Sun f Righteousness . — — ’ Not Igdrasil the sun god s horse ,

Whose loud hooves through the welkin ring ,

Its homeland , for it is but wind Harnessed by Odin for a steed

I s master Of all things that breathe ; Giver and Lord of Life is Christ

m n ot Whose emble is the rude Ash ,

e Wood of ﬁerce jav lin and spear ,

B ut clusters of the peaceful Vine .

N O maw of Hel - wolf shall devour

’ ’ Earth , sky , and ev n Valhalla s halls ,

Sating itself with latest breath ,

Of dying men and dying gods ,

t Hel For Chris hath conquered Death and .

h - Be old the Hel wolves neath His feet .

Alcfrith I Vh ite waged war for the Christ ,

An r d p ayed that for his soul ye pray .

Wherefore the dweller in his soul

Alcfrith ﬁeril Looked forth on y , Most like that red and angry star Which whitened faces through the land

Before the late black year of plague ,

Foul as the Grendel of the fen .

for Alcfrith Give heed that ye pray ,

F or his sin , for his soul , and theirs

I Vh ose names are graven on this Rood .

Alcfri th swiu went hence ere O .

Dying , he asked that men should set Within this border of the realm

of A pillar tall carven stone ,

a o Sh ped as a R od , a banner proud

Whereon the folk might look with joy,

And none should worship pagan gods .

a o Eke th t runes might be graved there n ,

Naming a s on e with him in faith

E c frith W ulfh ere His brothers g , and ,

C n eb ur C n eswith a Queen y g , Princess y ,

Hwa etred W oth ar lfwolt u , g , and O h .

Thereafter , ere the silence fell ,

for He prayed ye his soul should pray , When far from forests he had fared

And fells, to king and hawk once dear .

Hex h am A b b ey

F rom a n old prin t 55

! THE BURNING OF THE HE HAM BAIRNS .

’ O (Red Ker Urr Haugh . !

We may date the last three centuries of Border

u o f 1296 warfare from the r thless sack Berwick in , ” by Edward I . Seventeen thousand persons , says “ of or Ty tler, without distinction age sex , were w put to the sword , and for two days the city ran ith

’ o es blood like a river . A more m derate timate puts the number slain at seven thousand . One incident in p articul ar burnt itself into the popular imagi na

R ed tion . Thirty Flemish merchants , in the Hall , held out to the last against the whole English Army .

Night came , and still it was not taken . Irritated by

on this obstinate courage , the English set it ﬁre , and buried its faithful defenders in the burning ruins .

s The day was Good Friday . The Scot soon took

. of o merciless revenge An army , chieﬂy Gall way

o men , under the Earls of Ross , Menteith , and Ath le , m ade an inroad on England and ravaged Redesdale a n T n edal d e. y At Hexham they burnt the monastery , and shutting a number of song school children in a

on of hall , set it ﬁre in revenge for the burning the

Flemish merchants . Th e following lines impute the

of e t o c instigation this terrible de d o a Gall way S ot , 5 6 MERRIE CARLISLE AN D POEMS OF TR ADITION .

o f n rr Red Ker Bra ded Lea , near the Haugh of U ,

th e and suggest that , even in that ferocious age , g eneral conscience felt that so inhuman a crime against childhood must be overtaken by retribution .

too not This incident would be grim to recall , did it

of e illustrate the folly human veng ance , and the tendency of one merciless deed to give birth to another . If there be any warrant in nature for such

me out poetic justice as was ted to Red Ker , it is certainly a benignant provision that the race Of the

- cruel is short lived . 5 7

’ RED KER O URR HAUGH .

D O on ye mind yon tree Branded Lea ,

’ o Red Ker Urr Haugh ,

Yon o ak sae weird it maks ye feared ?

n By the big stane it stands ala e ,

b ars n White , withered , blasted as ba e ,

’ O Red Ker Urr Haugh .

s on e Ilk bird ye ee aye shuns y tre ,

’ Red Ker o Urr Haugh ;

They winna sing on a. cursed thing .

The lightning struck where strong it stood ,

The lightning withered up its blood ;

’ 0 Blasted , it kens the fear hell ,

’ - itsel And , ghost like , shivers at ,

’ R o ed Ker Urr Haugh .

ou Do ye mind y work near Hexham Kirk ,

’ O Red Ker Urr Haugh ,

’ Between the gloami n and th e mirk ?

’ The Sang Schule bairns were in their ha ;

’ an d m Wha roared , Up , Scots , ﬁre the a , Mind Holy Friday and burn awa ’

’ O Red Ker Urr Haugh . 58

Oftwhiles ye see y ou cursed tree

’ O Red Ker Urr Haugh ,

Yon o ak sae weird it m aks ye feared !

Nae birdie sings there shade n or shin e ;

’ ’ ' N or bairn will sing 0 Red Ker s line ;

Ilk bonnie wee thing ye maun tine . The lightning struck where strong

The lightning whiles dries up the blood ;

’ s 0 Bla ted , it kens the fear hell ,

’ - itsel And , ghost like , shivers at ,

’ O Red Ker Urr Haugh .

’ LINDSEY S LAMENT .

O Tyn e rins slow and drumlie

’ Below the Castle wa ;

’ h starvit T ey ve Archie Armstrong ,

’ ’ O The bravest them a .

’ ’ ’ wa ukin They couldna tak him ,

h ru e I n T ey g pp d him his sleep , Syne brocht him ower at sunrise

In chains to Haughton keep .

He try sted me for Friday

Beneath th e capon tree ; O never more will Archie

’ ’ oamin wi Keep gl tryst me .

Birds sing within the greenwood , Lambs Skip upon the lea ;

I gave my troth to Archie ,

O gin I could but dee .

They locked him in their dungeon

Below the castle stair ,

‘ ’ Woe s me , it was a Friday

starvi When Archie t there . 61

fo He cried in vain r water ,

a r In v in he c ied for bread , wi’ He wrastled sair hunger,

On Friday he lay deid .

Lang syne ma minnie said it , O why did I forget ?

’ ' fo r Ne er mak a tryst Friday,

It never prospered yet .

’ fa r on Black the cu se Haughton , 0 let it soon begin ,

’ Black fa the curse on Haugh ton

And sink his soul for sin .

Let aye a wraith ilk midnight

’ ee Fricht Haughton s een frae sl p , Let aye a wraith at midnight

Scare Haughton in his keep .

They say he didna mean it ,

And gie his knaves the blame , Wha left the reiver foodless

When Haughton was fra hame .

I never will believe it ; 0 let the curse begin , Black fa ’ the curse ilk midnight

On Haughton and his kin . 62

’ I ve put the curse upon him , The curse that never fails ; I sp ak it ere the blood dried

Upon the ﬁnger nails .

’ ’ w wi s O what s rang the unshine ,

’ ’ That I m sae sick 0 life ?

’ ’ 0 wi th e S what s wrang kylark , It stabs me like a knife ?

’ 0 what can ail the dawn in Was a in ce so fresh and sweet ?

’ And what can ail the gloamin ?

O gin I could but greet .

’ Ma heart s like stane within me , I never loved but ane ;

’ ’ ’ I m done wi love and likin ;

I canna love again .

0 for the try st on Friday Beneath the capon tree ;

I gave my troth to Archie ,

o And c anna thole n r dee .

a nd drumlie O Tyne rins slow ,

’ B wa elow the Castle ,

’ me for r Wae s Archie Armst ong ,

’ ’ O e a The brawest th m . 63

BATTLE MARCH OF THE COVENANTERS .

The Covenanters were mainl y West Country

o peasants and farmers , g aded into rebellion by religious Oppression on the part of the State . When men like Brown of P ri esth ill were shot at their f o w arm d or , and young omen like Margaret Wilson were drowned in the Solway , the Covenanters felt i that there was nothing for it but to ﬁght and d e .

s s Their cau e , like the gra s , would but grow the thicker the oftener it was mown down . The language of the Covenanters is coloured by the graphic

of of imagery the Old Testament . They dreamt a

i r t me when Scotland would exult in f eedom , like a ” b in d o let l ose , satirised their opponents , content ” th e with civil and religious tyranny , as Issachar , ” e two a ass couching betw en his burdens , and l uded the faithful as Naphtali ” the valiant wrestler for right . There is , I believe , a tradition that they marched into battle singing the twenty -third psalm to a tune which repeats the last two lines of each

a n h as st za , and in it the shrill note of pipes and the of roll drums .

r a s Regarding the Covenanters , Robert Bu ns , in

of most matters , speaks from the heart the Scottish people

The So lemn Leag ue and Covenant — N ow brings a smil e now brings a tear ; e too was s But sacred fre dom , , their , ’ th ou rt If a slave , indulge thy sneer . 64

R BATTLE MARCH OF THE COVENANTE S .

Lift high our Covenanting ﬂag

In face of all o ur foes ;

o o ur a Their gain is l ss , and loss g in , The mown grass thicker grows

our n Their gain is loss , and loss gai ,

The mown grass thicker gro ws .

Our saints were drowned in Wigtown Bay

They live for evermore ,

On after time their praise will break ,

- As waves break ou the shore m On after ti e their praise will break ,

on As waves break the shore .

On moor and hill His martyrs fall ,

Whose blood cries from the clod ;

o n h Their bright souls reign with saints igh ,

And shine as stars of God

o Their bright souls reign with saints n high .

of And shine as stars God . 65

on of They shine glen and hill home ,

on They shine shore and sea , And with the sons of morning sing The new song Of the free And with the sons of morn ing sing

The new song of the free .

Upon high places o f the ﬁeld

do Let us valiantly ,

b in d o Till Scotland , like a let l ose Exults in liberty

e Till Scotland , like a hind let loos , u Ex l ts in liberty .

Couching beneath his burdens twain , Let Issachar lie low ! But in God ’ s Name wi ll Naphtali Still wrestle with the foe But in God ’ s Name will Naphtali

Still wrestle with the foe .

The lion slinks back to his den ,

to The leopard his hill ,

of Go d a Before the ﬁre th t burns , To ward His people still

of God Before the ﬁre that burns ,

TO ward His people still . 66

of From tyrant force , and craft hell ,

o of And maw f beast prey , His glorious arm His ﬂock shall

Harried in Galloway : His glorious arm His ﬂock sh all

Harried in Galloway .

(All reverently unbonneting . !

I ’ Yea . though walk in death s dark

Yet will I fear none ill ;

rod For thou art with me , and Thy

And staff me comfort still !

For thou art with me , and Thy

And staff me comfort still .

THE DERWENTWATER LIGHTS .

The young Earl of Derwentwater owned esta tes

o at Keswick , but Dilston Castle in N rthumberland

was his favourite home . He was exceedingly bel oved by his tenants and neighbours . In the

of 1715 Jacobite Rebellion , which ended disastrously

e at Preston , Derw ntwater was the most heroic 24th leader . He was executed at Tower Hill , 1716 February That night , it is said , there

a of a r s th e was brilliant display auror bo eali , and northern streamers are still known on Tyneside as

the Derwentwater lights Educated in France ,

the young Earl married a French lady , and at

Kes wick she was bitterly blamed for instigating hi m to e reb l , bidding him , when he hesitated , exchange

e his sword for her fan . So k en was the feeling that

the young widow was forced to withdraw from

i e on n Kesw ck to Dilston Castl , the Ty e , where she

was more kindly received . According to tradition ,

of e u n the mind the unfortunate lady b came nhi ged , and sometimes at night she might be seen standing

on o n Dilston Tower with lighted t rch , or wanderi g

u r as ad d . thro gh the g ounds , if seeking for her de lor 68

D E R VE NTW ATE THE V R LIGHTS .

B R 24T E 171 FE RUA Y 6 .

Strange lights in the February sky ! ? Friend , what can it mean

ol Glimmering over d Dilston Tower ,

Strange lights yestreen .

Dule , dule within Dilston Tower , What tears there will be ! 0 Derwentwater , our loving Earl ,

- Clay cold lies he .

- Gold bright were his sunny locks ,

Blue , blue were his een, Kindlier smile and a kindlier hand

Never were seen .

Larks over the London Tower Sang sweet in the sun ;

0 e n Derwentwat r , how sweet their so g

When thine was done .

Will never a bonny bird Sing what he would say ?

Sing a kind word to his lady dear

In dule and wae . Lone robin upon her sill

P eek s aye at the pane ;

’ This is the owercome 0 his song ” Never again .

0 never will lark and merle ,

’ N or 0 bird the spring ,

’ Waken the ear 0 her sleeping Earl T o hear them sing .

Strange lights in the Febru ary sky ! What tale do they tell ? Angels are signalling Dilston Tower

“ ’ ’ ” All s well , all s well .

’ ’ All s well wi the bonny Earl ;

’ h is Woe s me for queen ,

for s Wringing her hands his voice , his mile ,

An d een glancing .

Dule , dule , up in Dilston Tower , Black sorrow and dule ;

Black it will be in the summer time ,

Blacker at Yule . White , white upon Dilston Tower ,

“ Torch light in her hand ,

Seeking her lord in the mirk midnight ,

’ - Ghost like she ll stand .

Lone , gliding round Dilston Tower ,

for Looks she her mate, Seeking him still in each bower an d

And at each gate .

S alt tears by the Derwent Lake , Soft tears by the Tyne ; Gentle and simple on hill and dale f ’ Mourn Radcli fe s line .

Strange lights in the February sky ! ? Friend , what can it mean

' ' o All bright up y nder , but deid mirk here

Strange lights yestreen . 7 1

THE GILSLAND QUESTION .

In Guy Mannering Sir Walter Scott describes w ith zest the wild moorland and mountain country

a bout Bewcastle and Gilsland . It was at Gilsland ,

’ its with its Spa and Mumps Ha , popping stone and l o of I rth in ovely w oded glen the g , that , in his twenty

a wh o t a seventh year , he met the l dy af erwards bec me his wife . Gilsland sets Scott before the imagination l i n th e ever attractive character of a youthful wooer ; and one wonders h ow so great an artist and so gallant a man put the question , the answer to which Yes o — r NO is so f ateful to an ardent lover . Gilsland t r at o wn radition , greatly da ing , asserts that its popping stone Scott ’ s question received a happy a nswer from Miss Carpenter , whom he afterwards m at arried the Abbey Church of Carlisle . 72

THE GILSLAND QUESTION .

” N O is a sky of winter

Freezi ng a midnight sea ;

Yes is a burst -o f summer

’ And the blue waves glinting glee

Is it winter and midnight , maiden ,

Or summer and noon for me ?

Silent awhile is the maiden

Beside the Gilsland stone ;

- Then her eyes shine love laden , w Yes is the choice they o n .

So it was noon and summer ,

Unchanging with the sun ,

F or hearts that heard the music

Waking when love was won .

R I D A . QUE N D , PRINCESS OF MERCIA 1 A 8 9 D .

the 9th At Clent , in Worcestershire , in century ,

b o a chapel was erected to St . Kenelm the y King

e a os of of M rci , youngest and m t pathetic British s t of ain s , who at the age seven was murdered by the c of ue n drida v raft Princess Q , his sister , that her lo er

of might come to the throne . Toward the end the 1 t 8 h century , some workmen , while excavating f th e ruined monastery o Winchcomb , in which ,

c ac ording to the monkish chronicles , the body of

th e boy -king had been buried beside that of h is f ﬁ ather , lighted on a little stone co f n beside a larger o n e , under the eastern window of the Church . They

raised the lid . Within were a little dust , frag ments o f - bone and skull , and a long bladed knife , which fell

to r in pieces in the attempt emove it .

The monkish version of the story is that a white

’ d d on ove eposited the altar of St . Peter s at Rome

a scroll on which was insc ribed a Saxon couplet

i n Caub a e - o In Clent , g , Kenelm , King b rne ,

L th th o rn s - e off . y under a , his head shorne 7 AN D r 4 MERRIE CARLISLE POEMS o TRADITION .

The Pope ordered the Mercian ec clesiastics to make

i o of dil gent search for the b dy the slain prince ,

e and pri sts , monks , and canons, with the Bishop of t Mercia at their head , proceeded for hwith in long

to ‘ c ow procession the forest . There they found a

lowing pitifully beside wh a t seemed a newly - laid

d w e so . a s of The earth removed , the body the princ

discovered , the bells of the neighbouring churches “ straightway began to ron gen a peale without

’ ” n ma ne s help , and a beautiful spring of water burst out e of the excavated h ollow . For many c nturies

’ a St . Kenelm s Well was resort of pilgrims , and an 1 i annual fair was held there till the year 784 . B rd

e to and beast , tr e and spring, conspired with man

th e to e bring hidden crime light, as if nature wer

a an d of s alert , aw re , and resolute , the soul thing were moral . It is a beautiful mediaeval gloss on th e ” : text Be sure your sin will ﬁnd you out .

’ o W e s me , O woful hunting day,

My son , thy brother , was the prey .

th e e Who proﬁts if child be d ad ,

’ Wilt thou n et rule in Kenelm s stead

0 would thy sire were with us still ,

Then had thy W ulfh ere wrought no ill

Against our house : nor had his knife

’ o Cropp ed the sweet bud f Kenelm s life .

’ e In Ken lm s blood , to be a King,

Would W ulfh ere dip my bridal ring ?

W hat found they underneath the thorn

’ - b Thy brother s head , who was king orn

e a His h ad , his body , and knife

’ ’ W ulfh ere s wh o taketh , thee to wife T hese things found in the mead of kine

’ W olfh ere e n s . Prove guilt , and lik wise thi e

ar uen drida to a He ken, Q , th t bell ,

What tale doth its slow tolling tell ?

Wh o knoweth what the church bells toll ?

’

I f e God es o . Ken lm s dead , r t his s ul 77

Name not that Name ; he sleepeth well .

uen drida to of Q wakes ﬁre hell .

’ Yea f e , kind earth s gi ts henc forth unite

To o h ld thy guilt before thy sight .

Hereafter sh all thy haunted mind Hear his voice wail in every wind

Hereafter everv living well

’ Shall of thy dark crime s foulness tell

Hereafter shall th e thorn in flower

Confront thee with thy judgment h our

low Hereafter , when the cattle ,

Th y conscience shall sweet hope forgo

e Hereafter , when the church b lls toll,

Thou shalt bewail thy death - doo med soul

for e Lost , lost ever , ev r lost ,

Fro m pang to pang of torment tossed

’ of Toll , bell , toll o er the mead kine

uen drida And let Q read the sign .

THE OLD AGE PENSIONER . ENDURE HARDNESS

a H rd hit , he did not fate indict ; De eming that life is ordered right

By One Whose plan is inﬁnite ,

He hoped , and hid his hurt from sight

- e Like that true tempered Bord r knight ,

e wn e Born do at suns t in the ﬁght ,

Who lay still in th e cold moonlight

And bled into his armour bright .

CHARITY .

I S SE A W I D . YONDER THE , GREAT AND E

Ribs of a wr ec k from a far b ank of sand

th e th e Scowl at shore , when water is low ; School urchins wade through the wide poo ls and stand

on Perched the grim wreck , and waving their hand

es too ' Beckoning playmat timid to go .

: e a In sweeps the tide the lads scrambl and pl sh, Eager the sheltering seabeach to win ;

e e On com the roll rs with thundering crash ,

’ th c 110 Hiding e wre k neath their ga p and dash ,

Covered as charity covers a sin . 83

THE DEATH OF A POET .

T HE C F H A BE I V D REATION ITSEL ALSO S LL DEL ERE .

Calm as the mount a in was th e l och ; Blue sky was mirrored in the water As deeply as a father ’ s mind f Within the being o his d aughter . High vision held the noontide hour ;

A skylark , soaring from the heather ,

e By song reveal d what birch and pine , h Moor , loc , and mountain saw together.

Warm odours from the breath of June Stole wooingly upon the senses ; Blithe brooklets tinkled elﬁn peals

To o j y , in all its moods and tenses ; d Sudden a sha e and tremor fell , The rosy ch eek of joy was paling With shoot and pang of chilling fe ar ;

Above the loch a hawk was sailing .

saw Appalled , moor , loch , and mountain

a Dark de th slow in the welkin wheeling , To strike their soaring poet down ;

- Their lorn heart thrilled with fellow feeling .

Kind nature , subject to decay , On tiptoe stands the day awaiting When social fellowship shall be

Secure from death disintegrating . 84

THE REIGN OF MAN .

T P UT H I S F T HOU HAST ALL THINGS UNDER EE . I

God of w the sun , the stars , the ind ,

The mountains and the sea , What end was present to Thy mind When Thy hand fashioned me ?

I do not , like Thy stars and sun ,

A punctual course fulﬁl ,

N or , as Thy winds and waters , run

- to Swift paced do Thy will .

A sentinel I do not keep

The watch appointed men ,

As , leal in waking and in sleep ,

Thy mountains ward a glen .

Th Well may y steadfast heaven smile ,

And earth and sea be glad ,

But rebel man , rebuked meanwhile , Is by their joy left sad

Sad as a ruined temple , lone ’ s Mid de olate sand dunes ,

of - Or relic lorn standing stone ,

- With wind eroded runes .

In Him ev’ n now in kingly state Man rules yon world and this : The open secret of his fate

No wakeful ear can miss .

A hearing ear still gives to man An understanding soul ;

' L ove s eaks : p if heard , her whispers

Cast bright beams on the goal .

Will thou to hear : He is not dumb ; Vision attends His voice ;

What men contemplate they become ,

Be life or death their choice .

Only adore thou and be still The desert shrub shall ﬂame

With ﬁre of dawn , and sky and hill

Kindle beneath the same .

In all things shall thy quickened sight A look of promise see ; The world in resurrection light

Is big with things to be .

And life , like that Red Sea of old ’ Smitten by Moses rod ,

Opens to let the way unfold .

’ Thine end ? Man s reign in God. 87

’ BEETHOVEN S PORTRAIT .

K H SH E B RA E T E CRUSE .

I Here frowns a demigod

of Strong with the strength hills ,

of Fierce with the rage seas , Sad with the sadness o f life ; Yet with benignant hand Bringing to mortal men

i o G ft f Promethean ﬁre ,

Flame of a quenchless h ope .

of of Lord the realm sound , f Trod he the world o men , Exile from some fair star

e Where is no sp ech but song .

Stricken by cruel fate ,

Deaf to dear sounds of earth ,

Prisoned within himself ;

’ Yet in Go d s gentleness Heard he as no man heard Strains of the melody Sung by bright sons of God

- Over a world new born . 88

III

L o of , at the touch his art — Sounding deep places within , Gifting the Spirit with wings

Grow we new men to ourselves ;

o f Pass the strait limits sense , Stir with a tumult of hopes

Exultantly sure of their crown ;

Catch the far gleam of a world ,

v Richer , di iner than this ;

Thrill at the moan of the sea

Sundering us from its shore,

c sea of t Bla k sorrow and doub ,

Loneliness , evil and death ,

Booming in bass at our feet ;

So s ar again , envi aging

of Bright arcs rainbow and sky , J oyfully soar as we hear ,

on Far celestial heights ,

Pealing of numerous bells

Chiming. with voices afar

In the dear city of God.

THE COUNCILLOR .

W HAT SHALL A M A N BE P ROF ITED ?

-con ﬁden t Eager , self , aware , fﬁ He looks e cient and all there , The Councillor

A man of business with an air

Of having little time to Spare .

He does not quickly trust , nor deems

That any man is what he seems , The Councillor

n ot a He knows all is gold that gle ms ,

o He sees the m tes in the sunbeams .

— Blandly he says when bluntly told ,

By broken men , his soul is sold , The Co uncillor

Men must by any means m a’ke gold

Would they not be left in the cold .

Although we may not quite agree m As to just trade , take it fro me,

The Councillor,

s u to As olid tr th and plain see ,

All trade answers the golden key . 91

e Business is busin ss , that says all , Whether the fact hit y ou or gall The Councillor

a When strong men hold the market , sm ll ” Traders must needs go to the wall .

When civic ' parties are at strife

He is a power in public life , The Councillor Demonstrating; that it is rife

hi s With ills that need pruning knife .

’ of r A stout friend the poor , tis t ue ,

on ou While the main burden falls y , The Councillor :

But touch himself , he shifts his view

An d pleads that theft will never do .

on Although a man well in years ,

n ot He is wedded like his peers , The Councillor :

of on e At lives twain made he jeers , ?” Which one he says , is what he fears .

o on e A winged word ﬂies abr ad day ,

Our old friend has not long to stay , The Councillor

A fatal seizure , so they say . ” “ o ? N ot N hope then a single ray . 92

He pas sed away and left undone

Rich enterprises just begun . Poor Councillor ! Men asked then what he lost or won

th e sun Whose work had ceased beneath .

He did not take bad luck with grace , S ome whispered , but with angry face , The Councillor As Swift ’ s rat made a ﬁerce grimace ” When dying in a poisoned place .

’ Others replied , Let dead men s faults

Be buried with them in their vaults . Poor Councillor ! Whose life is free from base assaults By knaves whose own life badly halts ?

Of sorners there is never dearth ; H on e made and paid his way earth , The Councillor A thrifty nature from his birth ; Know ye n ot what our friend died worth

Of hearts that loved him do ye wist

: Asked others Is he really missed , The Councillor ? Or set ye his name in their list Whose soul the golden idol kissed ?”

AL WELCOME TO THE LATEST ARRIV .

T N O V TH E I WHERE HERE IS ISION PEOPLE PER SH . m Welco e, welcome to our planet,

Darling child ,

Starry heavens overspan it,

o G d gave it to men to man it .

Though our wide domain be vaster ,

b o Gallant y ,

our c an e Than cloudy mind mast r ,

is Mind clearing fast and faster .

e as ratest L st the good best thou ,

of Child earth ,

of e Know all things love is great st ,

And its best gifts are its latest .

a ma to our a Th t we y win h ven ,

o Sailor b ld ,

t r s S o m are sent us to be brave in .

Perils only daunt the craven .

our For the end of all testing ,

Scholar bright,

to Is make us rich , investing

In the truest , fairest, best thing . 95

e When we reach our d stination ,

a - He ven born , We shall know the high vocation

a Set before e ch man and nation .

on Only one thing our planet ,

a Gall nt boy ,

‘ so a we Is b se that , when scan it ,

a Plain it is th t men must ban it .

’ of Tis suspicion our mission , Heaven -born

’ Faith is ever life s condition ,

o Lack f vision is perdition .

sh arest Life , with springs in God , thou ,

r Da ling child , When to l ove and serve thou darest

w re t Then the crown of life thou ea s . 96

MOTHER AND SON .

H I S C F AS ONE W HOM MOTHER OM ORTETH .

In Paradise , beneath the trees

o Where leaves of healing gr w ,

Sh e we aves a coronal of these

And rests from care and woe

o Then s ftly sings , Time , speed away , ” e e da Bring him , dear Tim , to endl ss y .

Th e sh e waters listen while sings , ' e Wh rein , to mother eyes:

fa r off e Remembered , , form r things

Are mirrored heavenly - wise

Louder she sings , Time , speed away , 0 ” bring him soon to endless day .

A glory brightens , saints surround

The mother by the strea m :

With song the blessed ﬁelds resound ,

While Splendours glance and gleam ,

t e s Sof singing , Time , sp ed fa t away ,

e to e da Bring him , dear Tim , endl ss y .

FATHER AND DAUGHTER .

T A S C I THOUGH A HILD .

do Why you say the sunshine ,

- Father, is bright to day

A little maid makes sunshine ,

Or drives it clean away .

She frowns—the dark clouds gather And h eavy is the air She smiles- the black clouds scatter

And all is fresh and fair .

c Is that the se ret, father , You told me I should know The way to make ﬁne we a ther

Co o ? me , and bad weather g

I think you mean our temper Makes things look dark or bright

oo — If g d why there is sunshine , — ” If bad why it is night .

’ You ve read my riddle , dearie, Wi nn i ng the promised prize Yet only eight blue summers

S two hine in your blue eyes . 99

TRIPTYCH OF CHILDHOOD .

OF C I S K SU H THE INGDOM .

I .

u estion Q .

Whence , little one , whence

Art thou c ome here ?

Did some white ray p a ss

’ O er the sea of glass

a And dis ppear,

To gleam out on earth

Through th e gates of birth

As the infant grace

Of thy sweet face Caught in the soft mesh Of fading ﬂesh

For m any a year Of time and space ? 100

II .

S on g.

As a bird within the nest

’ Safe beneath its mother s breast

e G ntly cared for goes to rest ,

e Sl ep, little one , sleep .

God gives His beloved sleep .

e Dream , and smile , and slumber de p ,

While their watch His angels keep

Sleep, little one , sleep .

o His own Son was nce a child ,

m un deﬁled Holy , har less , ,

And He slept and dreamt and smiled

ee on e Sl p, little , sleep .

He whom saints and angels praise,

Who the Ancient is of Days , Recollects the children ’ s ways

on e Sleep, little , sleep .

102

’ THE PHILOSOPHER S DREAM .

A lles i h ist e .

I S V N ALL A ITY .

All in the depths of darkness drear

e Where no light ver is , And unclothed spirits far and near

People the vast abyss , A dreamer writhed and wrestled sore

of Upon his bed night , Hearing about him surge and roar Th e nether inﬁnite .

Within him all his past awoke

ou f Like mist t o a sea , To wrap him in its clammy smoke

And cold obscurity . An on his record gl ared and broke

As i f of in ﬂames ire , While lightning gleams of though t

Th - e self consuming ﬁre .

On any hand N O rest fo und he ; N or in that land Of outlawry From realms of peace Shone there on e ray Hope of a day

His pain should cease . 103

He turned aye And spurned aye

His book of days bygone , Unresting While testing

Its pages everyone . At last He passed

iI O h i m To ph OS p c cal , Pain lulling an d dulling

With transcendental psalm .

What is it all but a dream—the manifold world we see VVoven of sights and of sounds only appearing to be ?

Naught but the mind exists : it moveth ever anew

of n or On through its forms thought , is an end

in view .

f Time and space , cause and e fect , beauty and duty

and God

o n u wa Lured by spectral g ides , mind treadeth the y h it ath trod .

Ro und and round on itself turneth the wheel of the

soul , Grinding phantasmal grain by forces beyond its r cont ol . 104

e ? do see Univers Nay but myself, only myself , I Phas es and shiftings and mo des alone of an inﬁnite

me .

of r Into the circle self , whose limit nowhere appea s , Shut is th e vastness of space and fulness of all the

years .

“ Out of the ci rcle Of may we endeavour to ﬂy d - t men e-t s When ! by a dea lif can rais hem elves

to sk the y .

s God to Blessed ones re t in , related alone the true ,

e He a s Fr e and at peace in a realm . where m ke

n ew things .

n th e Priso ed are we in ourselves , never beholding Face

of n Whence is oblivion self , and victory crowni g

the race .

0 a that the light might bre k , revealing the inﬁnite day ; Out from its bars and its bounds the spirit would ﬂy

away .

106

UNCONSCIOUS INFLUENCE .

OF U S I V I F NONE L ETH TO H MSEL .

What can it be to thee , sweet maid ,

a Wh t can it be to thee , That ever and aye by night and day Thy face is th e face I see ?

A ﬂower art thou upspringing

m own of Fro thine place birth ,

And hidden fragrance bringing

From sunshine , dew , and earth That the odour should go stealing

T n e e o o who wand rs by ,

And ﬁll his soul with feeling That knows not h ow to die

What can it be to thee , sweet maid , What can it be to thee ?

r a A walk and talk when ea th was g y ,

N o matter where nor when ,

Nor whether alone we too k our way

or By ocean , lake, glen ,

A walk and talk , no slighter link

two s Between ouls can be ,

To - k thee it was a glow worm blin ,

on It shines a star me . 107

n e We ever shall meet again , sw et maid ,

a We never shall meet ag in ,

But this o ld world about me

Is a new world since then . Upon it shines a glory

That was no t wont to shine Behind it lies a story I used not to divine Within it works a leaven That wrought not there before

Ab ov e ' it gleams a heaven

I did not see of yore . All this how I detected

e of At l ast touch thy power,

N ot even hast thou suspected

Unconscious as a ﬂower .

as e Unconscious a ﬂower , swe t maid ,

Unconscious as a ﬂower .

Moses came down from the mount of dread

N or wist his face did shine ,

’ N o a man can live to himself , tis s id

e And well may this thought be thine , swe t maid,

Yea let this thought be thine . 1 08

’ THE CURATE S LOVE .

To n me my love is fair , I k ow , Yet why is she so fair ?

n ot t as Her brow is so whi e snow,

N o r golden gleams her hair.

’ Her cheeks are not like roses gpiv n

To earth , when June is here , And scarce so bright as June ’ s blue

D O her blue eyes appear .

She came when faith was all but gpne

’ Amid life s storm and stress ;

Straightway my spirit leaned upo n

Her restful gentleness .

Since when , should she be near , I feel

As holy ground I trod ,

To me her face and form reveal

The tenderness of God .

110

SONG .

U THOU HAST MADE S MMER .

Springtime is over , summer is here ,

Beeches are leafy , swallows appear

Blue is the welkin , pleasant the light ,

- Sweetly the thrush sings , branch hid from

Voices are calling , maiden , to you ,

wo o Some one is waiting , eager to ;

of Passion loving stirs in the air , What beside loving merits a care ?

Down by the river where the path goes

Under a bank where violet blows ,

Were it not pleasant , maiden , to walk ,

to ? Pleasant to meet , and pleasant talk

What if his voice should whisper the word Never forgotten once it is heard ? Word tha t shall fuse two lives into on e Wha t can compare with it under the sun ? 111

OLD AGE AND YOUTH BY THE SEA .

AND THERE W AS NO MORE

a They sat them on the be ch ,

a e Old g and frolic youth ,

the Together by sea ,

The boundless summer sea .

Her venerable face Wore that tranquility

Which b eautiﬁes Old age ; Her mind was far withdrawn

From the exultant j oy

n That sparkled o the deep .

ee e She h d d not the kiss, The long and lingering kiss

With which the impassio ned tide

s so Cares ed the shore , swift

a . To cl sp , to unclasp so slow

The colour , sound and rhythm

Of voiceful ocea n waves — Were lost on her too old

see too to To , Old hear ,

To old . o old , too to feel 112

Elate , his youthful voice Brok e out in eager praise

Of the wide lordly main .

Name not the sea to me ,

! She cried , with sudden bla e

e Of vehement prot st,

Her face aglow , her mind

e Alert , alive, awar , In all its kindled depths

Name not the sea , she cried ,

The cruel , hateful sea ,

me That stabs to the heart , ” Still st abs me to the heart .

! Ama ement hushed his voice ,

Silence fell t ouched with awe .

As on e recalls a dre am

On w aking , bit by bit ,

So o h e e , sl wly, r called A tale he once h ad heard

Of her two boys , who sailed

a o Southward, long , long g ,

e And nevermor e return d .

It came back like a dream

-off Dreamt in some far night ,

a o . Dimly , long, long g

114

DE PROFUNDIS .

THE HORNS OF THE W ILD O ! EN W ANS ERED ME .

Lost ! lost ! lost !

A record stained ,

e A crown ungain d ,

s of The D ay tar salvation waned .

Hope ! hope ! hope l

S een is the stain

And crown to gain Doth not the Days tar yet remain ?

e Were it she r night ,

Without o n e star

Raying from far

Bright beams to show

Thine evil plight, And let thee know

woe Thy shame and ,

‘ I h en were thy stain And crown to gain

Q uite hid from sight . 115

Let this sustain Thy hope on earth Sense of the chain

’ Is freedom s birth . That sense doth check

o f The prince air ,

And b reak the neck

Of Giant Despair .

Hope ! h Ope ! h Ope ! While there is light

To Show the night ,

To see the stain

o And cr wn to gain ,

And fetter on thy soul remain ,

The Daystar shines , nor shines in Hope ! hope hope 116

MY SISTER AGNES WHEN MISSION FIELD IN THE

OF MADRAS .

K D CI OF TI MA E IS PLES ALL THE NA ONS .

Light of the home who art faring

Over the sundering sea ,

Home hearts with thy h eart are shari ng

o Joy in the j y that shall be .

of mom on Daughter , the waters , Pro mise of gladdening day

’ Breaking on India s daughters

e on Girds th e with song thy way .

n or Mid ight , twilight , is keeping

Glory of dawn from their eyes ;

Christ in their heart is but sleeping ,

L o , at their call He will rise .

1 18

TO THE SAME .

N I MEMORI AM .

sea Sister , a waft of fragrance from the

Quickens remembran ce of our youth in me ;

The past arises , like a dream from sleep ,

Wakened by voiceful murmur of the deep .

- - o f Behold the sea wall , net hung as yore ,

- Close to the kirk midmost the pier lined shore .

Ah , sister d ear , I see thee standing there ,

of e on A glint sunshin thy golden hair , Watching with me the ﬁshing bo ats from far

Draw nearer , till the brown sails cross a bar

Of crimsoned water , in the sunset hour ,

Beyond the three piers and Martello Tower .

Ho w eagerly we named each boat we knew , Sailed proudly by its skipper and his crew ! I see the brave bronzed faces now through te ars

- of ou - s And feel the heart throb r sea girt year .

too - Dost thou remember the net hung wall ,

’ And kirk yet hallowed by the Master s call ,

And still hear , leaning from eternity,

Th e vast and voiceful murmur of the sea ?

122

EASTER HYMN

BY MAN CAME THE RE S U RRE CTION OF THE

From our grave hath Christ arisen To the Throne of God above ; e o t Justic , wisd m , power e ernal

Are b ut ministers of love .

Angel hosts in strength excelling , m Cherubi and seraphim ,

o Mighty thrones and strong d minions ,

He is risen , worship Him .

In Christ cruciﬁed and reigning

God in Man hath set men free , ’ Free from sin s dark death and terror ;

Captive is captivity . Herein know we God the Father ; Grace is rei gni ng and shall reign ;

Glory , majesty , and honour

n To the Lamb that hath been slai .

e e T ll it to the warring p oples , Jesus died and rose for all ; At the Cross of God our Brother

Our inhuman weapons fall .

Tell the great emancipation , Till each ransomed heart and land Kiss God ’ s reconciling sceptre

Wielded by a human hand . 123

HOLY COMMUNION .

I B E OF F AM THE R AD LI E .

Our Father , in the seal and in the sign l Of ove that bled from sin to set man free ,

e Pres nted in this holy Bread and Wine ,

c May we behold , may we re eive from Thee

of of The Life life , Who is the Light men To lead Thy lost ones home to Thee again .

our our f Forgive sin , failure in the stri e ;

I n to Work us Thy good pleasure fulﬁl ,

o n e our i That , with inseparable L fe , With gladness we may do and bear Thy will

In all things , with acceptance in Thine eyes ’ our Through Redeemer s cross and sacriﬁce .

We pray to Thee , O Spirit , Light, and Love ,

s our Father and God of Je us Christ Lord ,

Wh o ever lives and reigns with Thee above ,

Upholding all things by His mighty word ,

e That Thou , with Him , wilt mak us Thine abode ,

D welling in us that we may dwell in God .

of of Members Thy dear family faith ,

And of the Body whereof Christ is Head ,

our Keep us , Father , from all sin and scathe , Joyful and nourished by the Wine and Bread

Until He come , and earth with heaven adore

Th e Lamb enthroned in glory evermore . 124

THE MINISTRY OF ANGELS .

ARE THEY N OT ALL MINISTERING SPIRITS ? What time the enemy is near

e H ed not the voice that whispers fear, Lift up your heart on high Th e prince of darkness is in thrall

our saw To Christ Lord , Who him fall

As lightning from the sky .

Behold your King at God ’ s right hand

Swift radiant hosts about Him stand , His bidding to fulﬁl ; These holy myriads ever share The glory of His perfect care

For all who do His will .

He cannot fail who truly boasts

of o A Leader in the Lord h sts , F or evermore the same ; Over th e power of death and sin Great triumph shall His servants

I Vh o battle in His Name .

Clad in His armour take the ﬁeld ,

Be hope your helmet , faith your shield , Your allies hosts of heaven ;

Fell is the ﬁght , but not for long , Soon shall you share their victor song

To whom the crown is given .

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THE FINAL VISION .

THE LIGHT OF THE K NOW LEDGE OF THE GLORY OF GOD

I N T F C OF J C T HE A E ESUS HRIS .

’ Up, up , my soul , thy ﬂight is not yet o er ,

a Thy resting place is high , still must thou so r ;

Droop not thy wing , look up, pour forth thy song ,

on Soar up, soar , thou wilt alight ere long ; And then thine hour of welcoming will come

To love , joy , peace , in thine appointed home .

Up , up , my soul , the stars thou dost not see

S et not, but move in steadfast harmony ;

What though the mist be chill , and dark the

s on -won Soar up , oar , till in the hard height

th e The day shall d awn upon city dear,

Where h Ope no longer ne eds to lighten fear .

Up . up , my soul , thy strength abideth still , Roo ted in His revealed eternal will :

The hidden Presence girdeth thee about,

a to n ot Soar up , so r on , see , from without

r But f om within at last , the holy place, ’ And that great light in our Red eemer 8 face . 127

I N [1 0 0 S I GN O VI C T OR .

W E F L Y W A AY .

Out of life

Into death ,

Moses said ,

We ﬂy away . Fly away ! saints have thought this word points — To the Cross Flying birds cleave the air Cruciform

Living signs All may see

Of the faith .

We ﬂy away . Even so In this sign

Conquerors .