And thou, when by the blazing oak Thy sire, the Monarch of the Mine." Was waved by wind, or wet by dew. Wild mingling with the howling gale, The voice of thunder shook the wood, As ceased the more than mortal yell; Next, dropped from high a mangled arm; Oft o'er that head, in battling field, Streamed the proud crest of high Benmore, h St. Fillan has given his name to many chapels, holy fountains, &c. in Scotland. He was, according to Camerarius, an abbot of Pittenweem, in Fife; from which situation he retired, and died a hermit in the wilds of Glenurchy, A.D. 649. While engaged in transcribing the Scriptures, his left hand was observed to send forth such a splendour as to afford light to that with which he wrote; a miracle which saved many candles to the convent, as St. Fillan used to spend whole nights in that exercise. The 9th of January was dedicated to this saint, who gave his name to Kilfillan, in Renfrew, and St. Phillans, or Forgend, in Fife. That arm the broad claymore could wield, Woe to Moneira's sullen rills! Woe to Glenfinlas' dreary glen! Ohone a rie'! O hone a rie'! The pride of Albin's line is o'er, And fallen Glenartney's stateliest tree; THE EVE OF ST. JOHN. SMAYLHO'ME, or Smallholm Tower, the scene of the following ballad, is situated on the northern boundary of Roxburghshire, among a cluster of wild rocks, called SandiknowCrags. The tower is a high square building, surrounded by an outer wall, now ruinous. The circuit of the outer court, being defended, on three sides, by a precipice and morass, is accessible only from the west, by a steep and rocky path. The apartments, as is usual in a Border keep, or fortress, are placed one above another, and communicate by a narrow stair; on the roof are two bartizans, or platforms, for defence or pleasure. The inner door of the tower is wood, the outer an iron gate; the distance between them being nine feet, the thickness, namely, of the wall. From the elevated situation of Smaylho'me Tower, it is seen many miles in every direction. Among the crags by which it is surrounded, one, more eminent, is called the Watchfold, and is said to have been the station of a beacon, in the times of war with England. Without the tower-court is a ruined chapel. Brotherstone is a heath, in the neighbourhood of Smaylho'me Tower. This ballad was first printed in Mr. Lewis's "Tales of Wonder." It is here published, with some additional illustrations, particularly an account of the battle of Ancram Moor; which seemed proper in a work upon Border antiquities. The catastrophe of the tale is founded upon a well With many a varied flowery knot, Vain art! vain hope! 'tis fruitless all! VI "Three summer months had scantly flown, Her mood expressed in bitter smile; He ceased. A moment mute she gazed, The foldings of her silken vest! VII "At her reproachful sign and look, To choose that maid a fitting spouse, My knights, the bravest knights alive,- Shall Arthur's daughter claim for bride.'- VIII "At dawn of morn, ere on the brake His matins did a warbler make, Or stirred his wing to brush away IX "Beyond the outmost wall she stood, "Thou goest!' she said, 'and ne'er again Though weak the wish-yet, wilt thou stay? No! thou look'st forward. Still attend, Part we like lover and like friend.' She raised the cup-Not this the juice Which Genii fove!'-she said, and quaffed; From her flushed cheek and sparkling eye. Χ "The courteous monarch bent him low, And, stooping down from saddlebow, Lifted the cup, in act to drink. A drop escaped the goblet's brink- The author has an indistinct recollection of an adventure some. what similar to that which is here ascribed to King Arthur, having befallen one of the ancient kings of Denmark. The horn in which the |