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landmoor, &c. knight of the cockle and of the garter. (as is affirmed) high chancellor, chamberlain, and lieutenant of Scotland. This lofty person, whose titles, says Godscroft, might weary a Spaniard, built the castle of Roslin, where he resided in princely splendor, and founded the chappel, which is in the most rich and florid stile of Gothic architecture. Among the profuse carving on the pillars and buttresses, the rose is frequently introduced in allusion to the name, with which, however, the flower has no connection; the etymology being Rosslinnhe, the promontory of the lin or waterfall. The chapel is said to appear on fire previous to the death of any of his descendants. This superstition, noticed by Slezer in his Theatrum Scotiae, and alluded to in the text, is probably of Norwegian derivation, and may have been imported by the earls of Orkney into their Lothian domains. The tomb-fires of the north are mentioned in most of the Sagas.

The barons of Roslin were buried in a vault beneath the chapel floor. The manner of their interment is thus described by father Hay, in the MS, history already quoted. “Sir William Sinclair, the father, was a lewd man. He kept a miller's daughter, with whom it is alledged he went to Ireland; yet I think the cause of his retreat was rather occasioned by the Presbyterians, who vexed him sadly, because of his religion being Roman Catholic. His son, Sir William, died during the troubles, and was interred in the chapel of Roslin the very same day that the battle of Dunbar was fought. When my good father was buried, his (i. e. Sir William's) corpse seemed to be entire at the opening of the cave ; but when they came to touch his body, it fell into dust. He was lying in his armour, with a red velvet cap on his head, on a flat stone ; nothing was spoiled except a small piece of the white furring, that went round the cap, and answered to the hinder part of the head. All his predecessors were buried after the same manner, in their armour ; late Rosline, my good-father was the first that was buried in a coffin, against the sentiments of king James the seventh, who was then in Scotland, and several other persons well versed in antiquity, to whom my mother would not hearken, thinking it beggarly to be buried after that manner. The great expenses she was at in burying her husband, occasioned the sumptuary acts which were made in the following parliaments.” - © ............. “Gylbin come s”—Ver. 27, p. 145.

See the story of Gilpin Horner, p. 210.

For he was speechless, ghastly, war;

Mike him of whom the story ran,
Who spoke the spectre-hound in man-
Ver. 27, p. 146.

The ancient castle of Peeltown, in the Isle of man, is surrounded by four churches, now ruinous. Through one of these chapels there was formerly a passage from the guard-room of the garrison. This was closed, it is said upon the following occasion: “They say that an apparition, called in the Mankish language, the Mauthe Doog, in the shape of a large black spaniel, with curled shaggy hair, was used to haunt peel-castle; and has been frequently seen in every room, but particularly in the guard-chamber, where, as soon as candles were lighted, it came and -kay down before the fire, in presence of all the soldiers, who, at length, by being much accustomed to the sight of it, lost great part of the terror they were seized with at its first appearance. They still, however retained a certain awe, as believing it was an evil spirit, which only waited permission to do them hurt ; and for that reason forbore swearing and all profane discourse, while in its company. But though they endured the shock of such a guest when all together in a body, none cared to be left alone with it: it being the custom, therefore, for one of the soldiers to lock the gates of the castle at a certain hour, and carry the keys to the captain, to whose apartment, as I said before, the way led through the church, they agreed among themselves, that whoever was to succeed the ensuing night his fellow in this errand, should accompany him that went first, and by this means no man would be exposed singly to the danger ; for I forgot to mention, that the Mauthe Doog was always seen to come out from that passage at the close of day, and return to it again as soon as the morning dawned ; which made them look on this place as its peculiar residence.

“One night, a fellow being drunk, and by the strength of his liquor rendered more daring than ordinarily, laughed at the simplicity of his companions; and though it was not his turn to go with the keys, would needs take that office upon him, to testify his courage. All the soldiers endeavored to dissuade him ; but the more they said, the more resolute he seemed, and swore that he desired nothing more than that the Mauthe Doog would follow him, as it had done the others ; for he would try if it were dog or devil. After having talked in a very reprobate manner for some time, he snatched up . keys and went out of the guard-room; in some time after his departure, a great noise was heard, but no body had the boldness to see what occasioned it, till the

adventurer returning, they demanded the knowledge of him; but as loud and noisy as he had been at leaving them, he was now become sober and silent enough ; for he was never heard to speak more : and though all the time he lived, which was three days, he was intreated by all who came near him, either to speak, or, if he could not do that, to make some signs, by which they might understand what had happened to him ; yet nothing intelligible could be got from him ; only that by the distortion of his limbs and features, it might be guessed that he died in agonies, more than is common in a natural death.

“The Mauthe Doog was, however, never after seen in the castle, nor would any one attempt to go through that passage ; for which reason it was closed up, and another way made. This accident happened about three score years since : and I heard it attested by several, but especially by an old soldier, who assured me he had seen it oftener than he had then hairs on his head.” WALDRon's description of the Isle of man, p. 107.

And he a solemn, sacred plight Did to St. Bryde of Douglass make. Verse 28, p. 146. This was a favourite saint of the house of Doug" lass, and of the earl of Angus in particular, as we learn from the following passage : the queen-regent had proposed to raise a rival noble to the ducal dig

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