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Even thus from morn till evening, even thus from eve to morn,
She toils, by strong love nourished, by happy hope upborne;
Till when the third day's sun arose, the labour was complete,
And there stood Mary weeping, for joy so strange and sweet.
"Good morrow to thee, Mary! How now?-the task is done!
Lo, for such matchless industry, rich guerdon shall be won;
But for the wedding-nay, indeed-my words were only jest
How foolish and how credulous we find a lover's breast!"

He spake and went his way, and there the hapless maid stood still, Her weary limbs they shook, they sank, her heart grew stiff and chill;

Speech, sense, and feeling, like a cloud, did from her spirit pass, And there they found her lying upon the new-mown grass!

And thus a dumb and death-like life for years the maiden led
A drop of fragrant honey was all her daily bread.

Oh, make her grave in pleasant shades, where softest flow'rets grow,

For such a loving heart as hers is seldom found below!

From the German of Uhland.

LAMENT OF THE HEATHEN SAGE.
[BY S. M.]

I know thou art returned to dust again,
That wert unto my soul its only star,-

I know that prayer is vain, and tears are vain,
And words of comfort, oh, how vainer far!
What shall I do, or by what power sustain
The desolation of my heart, the war
Of my resistful spirit, which at length
Lies prostrate in the fulness of its strength?

(1) From German Ballads, Songs, &c. London: Burns. 1845.

And I have striven to think it is not so,
Have bid my heart remember the quick life
So eloquently speaking in the glow

Of thy young cheek, in every gesture, rife
With health that seemed invincible-the brow
Serene, as if disdainful of the strife

Death holds with meaner things-itself, a throne, Where Life and Inspiration sate alone.

And my too faithful heart remembers well
(Would it were more forgetful!) every line,
And lineament and feature, which can tell,
Of all I had, that is no longer mine;

I summon thee before me by the spell

Of tortured Memory,-I see them shine,
Thy clear, bright, living eyes-oh mockery! Why?--
It is impossible that thou couldst die!

Yet thou art dead, and we are severed, for
I saw the gradual blighting of that form;
The quenching of those sun-bright eyes I saw,
The freezing of that heart so fresh and warm;—
Yes, with mine agony subdued to awe,

I stood beside thee, keeping down the storm

In my wrung bosom, until all was past,
And my delirium may break forth at last.

And friends come round to comfort-idle task!
What can their busy voices say to me?
Vain is the love of Patience, and the mask,
The smooth deception of Philosophy.
Oh, hollow that ye are! I need but ask
If ye can set death's fettered captive free,
And Silence answers me-then let them prate,
Mine ears are deaf, and I am desolate!

But Thou-Great Heaven! Can any power put out
The stedfast watchfire of thy love? Can I
Be sad, and thou unconscious? Bitter doubt,
Resolved by such despairing certainty!

Oh, could I leap into my grave, without

The knowledge that mine eyes had seen thee die!
Thou canst not hear me thou? Ah, maddening thought!

I speak to that which is not-thou art nought!

And in the music of the twilight breeze
I cannot dream thy spirit speaks to me;
And when cool night descends upon the seas
I hold no voiceless communings with thee,
The notes of thy familiar melodies

Stir up a passion in my memory,
But bring no peace-for I stood, helplessly,
And saw Decay consume thy soul and thee!

Oh for that blessed ignorance which paints
A world where severed souls may reunite!
Oh, how the weakness of my wisdom faints

In the chill radiance of its own vain light!
Why should I lade the air with weak complaints?
Let me sit down beneath the starless night,
Which weighs upon my spirit, and repeat,
Thou art no more, and we no more may meet!

Yet was thy soul so beautiful, methinks
It could not perish. Was it by the scorn
Of some unpitying, callous Fiend who drinks
The tears of bleeding hearts, that thou wert born
To wind thee round my spirit? Those sweet links
Twined they so closely only to be torn?
And were two hearts so moulded into one
That sterner ravage might by Death be done?

Oh, for some knowledge! Oh, for light, to shine
Through this sepulchral darkness, chill and black!
How would I clasp Death with these arms of mine,
If I had hope that Death could give thee back!
'Tis agony-this heart that seeks a sign-
These feet that wander, and can find no track.
Ah God, unknown, if any God there be,
Annihilate, or else enlighten ine!

ANCIENT CHAPLETS.

THE garland long ago was worn

As time pleas'd to bestow it;

The Laurel only to adorn

The conqueror and the poet.
The Palm is due, who, uncontroll'd,

On danger looking gravely,

When fate had done the worst it could,
Who bore his fortunes bravely.
Most worthy of the Oaken wreath
The ancients him esteemed,
Who, in a battle, had from death

Some man of worth redeemed.
About his temples Grass they tie,
Himself that so behaved

In some strong siege by th' enemy
A city that hath saved.

A wreath of Vervain heralds wear,
Amongst our garlands named,
Being sent that dreadful news to bear,

Offensive war proclaimed.

The sign of peace who first displays
The Olive-leaf possesses:
The lover with the Myrtle spray
Adorns his crisped tresses.

In love the sad forsaken wight

The Willow garland weareth:

The funeral wan, befitting night,
The baleful Cypress beareth.
To Pan we dedicate the Pine,

Whose slips the shepherd graceth:

Again the Ivy and the Vine

On his swoll'n Bacchus placeth.

Miscellaneous.

Drayton, 1593.

"I have here made only a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own, but the string that ties them."-Montaigne.

GALLANTRY OF A YOUNG INDIAN.

A FEW years ago, a Pawnce warrior, son of "Old Knife," knowing that his tribe, according to their custom, were going to torture a Paduea woman, whom they had taken in war, resolutely determined, at all hazards, to rescue her, if possible, from so cruel a fate. The poor creature, far from her family and tribe, and surrounded only by the eager attitudes and anxious faces of her enemies, had been actually fastened to the stake. Her funeral pile was about to be kindled, and every eye was mercilessly directed upon her, when the young chieftain, mounted on one horse, and, according to the habit of the country, leading another, was seen approaching the ceremony at full gallop. To the astonishment of every one, he rode straight up to the pile, extricated the victim from the stake, threw her on the loose horse, and then vaulting on the back of the other, he carried her off in triumph!

"She is won! we are gone-over bank, bush, and scaur;

silver medal, bearing a suitable inscription, which they presented to the young Red-skin, as a token of the admiration of white skins at the chivalrous act he had performed, in having rescued one of their sex from so unnatural a fate. Their address closed as follows:

"Brother! accept this token of our esteem: always wear it for our sakes; and when again you have the power to save a poor woman from death, think of this, and of us, and fly to her relief."

The young Pawnee had been unconscious of his merit, but he was not ungrateful :

"Brothers and sisters!" he exclaimed, extending towards them the medal which had been hanging on his red naked breast, "this will give me ease more than I ever had, and I will listen more than I ever did to white men.

"I am glad that my brothers and sisters have heard of the good act I have done. My brothers and sisters think that I did it in ignorance; but I now know what I have done.

"I did it in ignorance, and did not know that I did good; but by giving me this medal I know it!"Quarterly Review.

REPORTERS FOR THE ENGLISH PRESS.

WHAT most extraordinary men are these reporters of the English newspapers! Surely, if there be any class of individuals who are entitled to the appellation of cosmopolites, it is these; who pursue their avocation in all countries indifferently, and accommodate themselves at will to the manners of all classes of society. Their fluency of style as writers is only surpassed by their facility of language in conversation, and their attainments in classical and polite literature only by their profound knowledge of the world, acquired by an early introduction into its bustling scenes. The activity, energy, and courage which they occasionally display in the pursuit of information, are truly remarkable. I saw them during the three days at Paris, mingled with ca nailie and gamins behind the barriers, whilst the mitraille was flying in all directions, and the desperate cuirassiers were dashing their fierce horses against those seemingly feeble bulwarks. There stood they, dotting down their observations in their pocket-books, as unconcernedly as if reporting the proceedings of a reform meeting in Finsbury Square; whilst in Spain, several of them accompanied the Carlist and Christino guerillas in some of their most desperate raids, exposing themselves to the danger of hostile bullets, the inclemency of winter, and the fierce heat of the summer sun.-Borrow's Bible in Spain.

THAT implicit credulity is a mark of a feeble mind, will not be disputed; but it may not, perhaps, be as generally acknowledged, that the case is the same with unlimited scepticism.-STEWART.

ON parent knees, a naked new-born child,
Weeping thou sat'st, while all around thee smil'd;
So live, that, sinking in thy last long sleep,
Calm thou may'st smile, while all around thee weep.
Translated from the Persian, by Sir W. Jones.

The'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar. The deed, however, was so sudden and unexpected, and, being mysterious, it was at the moment so generally considered as nothing less than the act of the Great Spirit, that no efforts were made to resist it, and the captive, after three days' travelling, was thus safely Beauchamps..... transported to her nation and to her friends. On the return of her liberator to his own people, no censure was passed upon his extraordinary conduct-it was allowed to pass unnoticed.

On the publication of this glorious love story at Washington, the boarding-school girls of Miss White's seminary were so sensibly touched by it, that they very prettily subscribed among each other to purchase a

The Chances of Fortune.... Rural Sketches, No. III..... Palm Leaves.-II. Almet's Vision

A Night in the Forest....... The Martyred Templar.

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THE Castle of Naworth, the baronial seat of the Earl of Carlisle, which has been recently destroyed by fire,' was the most complete and interesting specimen of a border fortress and a feudal castle of which the kingdom could boast; preserved, too, nearly in the state in which it appeared before the union of England and Scotland. It was one of the greatest "lions" of the North, and was visited by persons from all parts of England, and by foreigners. Its scathed and blackened ruins are eleven miles north-west of Carlisle, and about one mile south of the priory-church of St. Mary, Lanercost, near the edge of the wild district of Bewcastle, Spade-Adam-Waste, and the rude hut, to which celebrity has been given by the novel of Guy Mannering, under the name of Mumps' Ha'.

Sir Walter Scott, speaking of Naworth, says"This gothic edifice was, in former times, one of those extensive baronial seats which marked the splendour of our ancient nobles, before they exchanged the hospitable magnificence of a life spent among a numerous tenantry for the uncertain honours of court attendance, and the equivocal rewards of ministerial

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favour. If we allow that the feudal times were times of personal insecurity, we must also admit that they were favourable to the growth of manly and decided virtue; rude and unpolished in its structure, perhaps, but forcible and efficient in its operation. The evils of the institution were in some measure corrected by other qualities inherent in its system, while the good was pure and unmixed. There is a principle of affinity, more or less obvious, in everything. The vast and solid mansions of our ancient nobility were like their characters,greatness without elegance; strength without refinement; but lofty, firm, and commanding. The solemn grandeur of Naworth Castle claimed for it a high distinction among these baronial edifices."3

At the time of the Norman Conquest, the barony of Gilsland, of which Naworth Castle has been for upwards of five centuries the baronial seat, was the possession of Gilles Bueth. He was promptly ejected, and the lordship was granted to the family of De Vallibus or Vaux, who were eminent among the northern baronial families. In the reign of Henry III. it was transferred, by the marriage of an heiress, to the De Multons. And again, in like manner, it passed to the Dacres, a family once of the highest importance in Cumberland. "Their vigour and ability, displayed as Wardens of the Marches,

(3) Border Antiquities.

must also add favourably to our estimate of them | military rigour, were successful in bringing about this

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"Lord Dacre's bill-men were at hand:

A hardy race, on Irthing (2) bred,

With Kirtles white, and crosses red,
Arrayed beneath the banner all

That streamed o'er Acre's conquered wall;
And minstrels, as they marched in order,

Played, Noble Lord Dacre, he dwells on the border.'"(3) The Dacres were a family of military renown, which secured for some of them the proud distinction of the Garter; and it was by a Dacre that Naworth was castellated, A D. 1335. George, the last Lord Dacre, was accidentally killed in his minority, when the family estates were divided among his three sisters. By this division, the Castle of Naworth and the barony of Gilsland came to Elizabeth, the youngest of the coheiresses. She remained not long in undisturbed possession: her uncle, Leonard Dacre, claimed them as his, by virtue of an entail that he pretended had been made by his father, William, Lord Dacre; and he seized the Castle, which he garrisoned with 1,500 foot and 600 horse. He was speedily dispossessed, and his troops were routed; having been drawn out by a ruse de guerre, a fierce battle ensued, and Dacre fled to the continent, where he died in poverty.

result; and the fierce and bold moss-troopers were awed into submission, or driven from their strong-holds.

The late Henry Howard, Esq., of Corby Castle, gives the following pleasing domestic picture of the family at Naworth" In 1624, according to the accounts cited, Lord William and his lady were settled at Naward, and all their family, sons, daughters, and their wives and husbands, appear to have lived with them; tradition says they were fifty-two in family." Lord William was not distinguished only by his martial valour, and by the prosperous result of his duties as Lord Warden; he was no less a man of letters and accomplishments; "but his real monument, are perennius, should be inscribed, THE October 9th, 1640. By the Lady Elizabeth, his wife, CIVILIZER OF THE BORDERS." 9 He died at Naworth, Sir Philip Howard, knight, was ancestor of the Howards, he had ten sons and five daughters. His eldest son, Earls of Carlisle; and Sir Francis, his second son, was ancestor of that branch, which has for two centuries been seated at Corby Castle, 10 in the county of Cumberland, now the residence of Philip Henry Howard, Esq., M.P. the period of the late fire, few alterations had been made in the Castle, and it retained its former stern character. At the early age of fourteen, the Lady Elizabeth Having escaped the horrors of a siege during the Great Dacre was married (A.D. 1577) to Lord William Rebellion, the principal part of the furniture, the ornaHoward, the Belted Will of romance." This disments, and the buildings, remained as when its courttinguished person was the third son of the unfortunate yard was crossed by the mailed trooper, whenThomas, fourth Duke of Norfolk (of this family), who was her step-father and guardian, and the grandson of the accomplished poet and cavalier, Henry, Earl of Surrey; and thus the Castle and barony were transferred to a branch of the noble and illustrious house of Howard, in whose possession it has since remained. In consequence of various troubles brought on him by his profession as a Roman Catholic, and some litigations in which he became involved, Lord William did not come to reside at Naworth Castle until 1603. He appears to have repaired it, and adorned its interior; and there he was visited by Camden, in 1607.

Having been appointed Lord Warden of the Western Marches, he garrisoned his Castle with 140 soldiers. Nor was this military parade unnecessary. At that period the borders were in a state of lawless insubordination. Infested by fierce bands of marauders, the cattle and other properties of the peaceable were in continual danger. The laws were unheeded and set at nought. Bloodshed and rapine and fire were daily resorted to. Those desperate offenders were called moss-troopers; and the inhabitants of certain districts were required to keep blood-hounds, to pursue them among the wild mosses and bogs, in which they concealed themselves. Fuller says of them, "they come to church as seldom as the 29th of February comes into the Kalender." Such was the state of the borders when the Lord William Howard came to reside at his Castle of Naworth. "When in their greatest height," says Fuller, "the moss-troopers had two great enemies-the laws of the land and Lord William Howard, of Naworth." Amid all this disorder, to enforce obedience, to repress violence and bloodshed, to restore peace, to protect the peaceable, and punish the offending,-such were the duties of the Lord Warden. He vowed that the arm of the law should prevail, and that in the remotest part of this scene of lawless violence "the rush-bush should guard the cow." His vigilance and firmness, and occasional

(1) Indications of Memorials, &c. of the Howard Family.
(2) A river which runs through the barony of Gilsland."
(3) Lay of the Last Minstrel.

(4) See some interesting particulars of the time referred to above,
in Sir Cuthbert Sharp's "Memorials of the Rebellion of 1569."
(5) "His Bilboa blade, by Marchmen felt,
Hung in a rude and studded belt;
Hence, in rude phrase, the Borderers still
Called noble Howard, Belted Will."

(C) Worthies of England.

SIR WALTER SCOTT.
(7) Ibid.

From the death of the Lord William Howard, until

"Rode forth Lord Howard's chivalry;"(11)

and when the lords and ladies mounted their steeds to
enjoy the pastime of hawking in the park, or in the
beautiful vale of St. Mary's Holme, where the fair pile
of the priory church of Lanercost rises in the midst--
"The cynosure of neighbouring eyes."

We have said that great care had been used to retain
the Castle in its olden style, both internally and ex-
ternally. About 130 years ago, however, the northern
side of the quadrangle was destroyed by fire. This had
been rebuilt, and is now preserved in its turn, while the
blackened by a second fire.
other sides (of infinitely more value) are burnt and

It

We may now proceed to give a description of the Castle as it appeared previous to the fire of 1844. We regret that we have to speak of it as a thing of the past, to describe it as it was lately, and not as it is now. is a memory-a retrospection. Many of its antiquities, paintings, books, and some of the old armour, furniture, and tapestry, have, however, been saved, and will, ere long, decorate the new Castle.

The grey towers are prominent objects from the park, rising above the noble oaks and beech-trees. As the Newcastle-upon-Tyne and Carlisle Railway passes within a mile of the Castle, they may be momentarily seen by the passengers, where an opening occurs in the trees. How great a change has been effected in little more than two centuries! The scene of the moss-troopers' exploits, and of the lawless doings of predatory hordes, where the mailed trooper kept watch over the barren moors and the hilly haunts of the robber, is now traversed by a railway; and the bugle-call and the trumpet's clang of border warfare have been succeeded by the hissing noise of steam, and the shrill whistle of the locomotive!

Naworth Castle was of a quadrangular form, enclosing a court-yard, with two square embattled towers, respectively situated at its south-eastern and south-western angles. It was approached from the south through a gateway (leading into the outer court) with embattled parapets; and over the arch is a shield charged with

(8) Indications of Memorials of the Howard Family. (9) Ibid. (10) A MS. in the Lansdowne Collection in the British Museum, (No. 213, pp. 319-348,) entitled, "A Relation of a Short Survey of Twenty-six Counties," contains an interesting account of a visit to Lord William Howard, at Corby Castle, A.D. 1634. (11) Sir W. Scott.

the armorial bearings of the Dacres, surrounded by the Garter. On this side, the Castle was defended by two moats now filled up; and the draw-bridges have been dispensed with, now

"Grim-visaged war has smoothed his wrinkled front."

The other sides of the Castle were formed on a rocky precipice, at the junction of two streams. The windows of the principal apartments looked into the inner courtyard-one of singular beauty-with its oriel windows, its ivy-clad walls, and its grey towers, with their watchturrets. The grand entrance led up a flight of steps into the great hall, around which the snow-white blossoms of the jasmine peeped out from its festooned branches.

"Say, did they from their leaves thus peep,

When mailed moss-troopers rode the hill?
When helmed warders paced the keep,
And bugles blew for Belted Will?”(1)

Sir Walter Scott says, "the whole Castle bears the strongest memorials of ancient customs, and the inconvenient modes of domestic life which our ancestors adopted." The great hall occupied a considerable portion of the east side of the inner court-yard. It measured seventy feet by twenty-four, and was lighted by windows placed near the ceiling. The ceiling was in panels, and was painted with portraits of the kings of England. The spacious fire-place, which cheered this noble hall when the cold winter's wind howled in the chimney, was seventeen feet in width. Three suits of armour, of which one was pointed out to visitors as that worn by the Lord William Howard, and another as worn by the knight who conducted Joan of Arc to the siege of Orleans; and four large carvings in wood, 3 which appear to have been intended to carry arms on banners, have been preserved, and will be placed in the

hall of the new Castle.

The dining-room, hung round with fine old tapestry and valuable portraits, was situated at the upper end of the hall. A great portion of the former, with the portraits, was saved with little damage.

One of the most interesting parts of the Castle was the chapel; for a chapel was once considered an indispensable appendage to the manor-house or castle of the nobleman, the knight, and the esquire, who religiously set apart a portion of their dwelling for the worship of Almighty God. The ceiling of this chapel at Naworth was panelled, and painted with representations of many of the prophets, and patriarchs, and other personages celebrated in Sacred History. A large window contained some fine stained glass, particularly the figures of Thomas Lord Dacre, K.G., who died in 1525, and his lady, represented in a posture of devotion-as was usual before the modern re-introduction of heathen emblems in commemorating

the dead.

A few steps from the chapel conducted the visitor to the guard-room - another interesting portion of the Castle, but of how different a character! The carved

stall, and the fretted screen, the still small voice which spoke from the pictured window where the dead were commemorated, the pious legend and the sacred emblem, the cross and the altar, were soon exchanged for the warlike guard-room, where the troopers of this

baronial seat awaited the orders of their lord. It was

appropriately fitted up with old armour, helmets, swords, breast-plates, &c., as

"Bruised arms hung up for monuments."

of Lord William Howard, whose name is so indissolubly connected with the Castle. The room was 116 feet in length. It contained several portraits and paintings, all of which, with the armour, &c., were destroyed. After the fire a secret passage was discovered, which had been previously unnoticed. It formed a direct communication, parallel with the guard-room, between Lord William Howard's apartments in the east tower, and the dungeons beneath the west tower.

The eastern tower contained the private apartments of Lord William Howard-his library, his oratory, and his bedchamber. It was approached by a narrow stone staircase, guarded by a very massy iron-grated door, secured by bolts of huge thickness. The bed-room certainly looked anything but inviting-a very picture of a cheerless, discomfortable room-the beau idéal of a haunted chamber!

"The chieftains of that stern old time" must have had iron nerves indeed to occupy such a room in a stormy night in December; when the imagination, assisted by the howling wind sighing in the crevices and shaking the loose casement, would conjure up all the unrealities of ghost stories, and fill the mind with gloomy images and distorted impressions," making night hideous." The floor was formed of a hard composition. The bed was low, and of very humble precovered with tapestry. Over the fire-place were three tensions. The walls were wainscoted with oak, and shields, charged with the arms of the family of Dacre, impaling, or quartered with, some of their alliances; tion for such an apartment! and, perhaps, a sufficient each surrounded by the Garter-an honourable distinccharm to induce the Lord Warden to pass his nights in the same room in which such illustrious men had formerly slept, and a charm to stay the "horrible imaginhour. Over this bedchamber were the library and oraings" which oft come unsummoned at the midnight tory; these also were ascended by a narrow spiral stair

case.

In

fitted up with closets, containing the books. Some of The library was another gloomy apartment. It was them were the companions of Lord William Howard, a few contained his autograph, written in a fair, bold when disengaged from his duties as Lord Warden; and character, which gives us a good idea of the man. some of the books a pithy remark is appended to the name. In one by Luther is written, William Howarde. Volo sed non valeo [the family motto] non possum quod desidero. In a copy of Galatea is, for thear glory is to change, and thear liberty is to rainge. One book contains the autograph of Bishop Fisher, who was put to death by Henry the Eighth for denying his supremacy; another was a present from an Abbot of Fountains. Here also was a very curious MS.-a life of Joseph of Arimathea and his twelve disciples, with a history of saints, and the number of years or days for which each bury. It was written on six large skins of fine vellum, could grant indulgences in the monastery of Glastonbeautifully illuminated, and pasted in a wooden case. The ceiling of the library was richly carved, and ornamented with armorial devices on the corbels and bosses. The books and the MS. alluded to were saved.

The oratory or private chapel adjoined the library. It was wainscotted, and painted red, ornamented with escallop shells and cross-crosslets - respectively armorial devices of the Dacres and the Howards. Here also were

Here also were the cradle, the saddle, the chest, the fragments of a rich rood screen, probably brought military gloves, and the

"rude and studded belt"

(1) Lord Morpeth. This "slight and slender jasmine tree"which the present heir-apparent to the earldom of Carlisle has

celebrated in verses, from which the above is an extract-was unscathed by the fire.

(2) This suit of armour had the medal of the Golden Fleece suspended from the neck.

(3) Representing a griffin, a dolphin, a unicorn or stag, and a bull; respectively the crest or cognizance of the families of De Vallibus or Vaux, Greystoke, Multon, and Dacre.

hither by the Dacres from the adjoining desecrated priory of Lanercost. On the altar were placed several figures in white marble, about a foot high, in alto relievo. They represented the Descent of the Holy Spirit; St.

(4) See a Catalogue of them (the MS. of which was found by the present writer, in 1839,) in "The History of Carlisle."

(5) At the commencement of the last century, the north aisle of the nave was used as the parish-church, v hile the nave itself was roofless and ruinous. Since that period the nave has been repaired and fitted up for divine service.

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