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Stern Claud replied, with darkening face,
(Grey Paisley's haughty lord was he, " At merry feast, or buxom chase,
No more the warrior wilt thou see.
“Few suns have set since Woodhouselee?
Saw Both wellhaugh's bright goblets foam, When to his hearths, in social glee,
The war-worn soldier turn'd him home.
“ There, wan from her maternal throes,
His Margaret, beautiful and mild, Sate in her bower, a pallid rose,
And peaceful nursed her new-born child.
"O change accursed ! past are those days;
False Murray's ruthless spoilers canie,
Ascends destruction's volumed flame.
i Lord Claude Hamilton, second son of the Duke of Chatelherault, and commendator of the Abbey of Paisley, acted a distinguished part during the troubles of Queen Mary's reign, and remained unalterably attached to the cause of that unfortunale princess. He led the van of her army at the fatal battle of Langside, and was one of the commanders at the Raid of Stirling, which had so nearly given complete success to the Queen's faction. He was ancestor of the present Marquis of Abercorn.
? This barony, stretching along the banks of the Esk, near Auchendinny, belonged to Bothwellhaugh, in right of his wife. The ruins of the mansion, from whence she was expelled in the brutal manner which occasioned her death, are still to be seen in a hollow glen beside the river. Popular report tenants them with the restless ghost of the Lady Bothwellhaugh; whom, however, it confounds with Lady Anne Both well, whose Lament is so popular. This spectre is so tenacious of her rights, that, a part of the stones of the ancient edifice having been employed in building or repairing the present Woodhouselee, she has deemed it a part of her privilege to haunt that house also; and, even of very late years, has excited considerable disturbance and terror among the domestics. This is a more remarkable vindication of the rights of ghosts, as the present Woodlouselee, which gives his title to the Honourable Alexander Fraser Tytler, a senator of the College of Justice, is situated on the slope of the Pentland hills, distant at least four miles from her proper abode. She always appears in white, and with her child in her arms.
“What sheeted phantom wanders wild,
Where mountain Eske through woodland flows, Her arms enfold a shadowy child
Oh! is it she, the pallid rose ?
“ The wilder'd traveller sees her glide,
And hears her feeble voice with awe“Revenge,' she cries, ‘on Murray's pride!
And woe for injured Buth wellhaugh!'”
He ceased -and cries of rage and grief
Burst mingling from the kindred band, And half arose the kindling Chief,
And half unsheathed his Arran brand.
But who, n'er bush, o'er stream and rock,
Rides headlong, with resistless speed, Whose bloody poniard's frantic stroke
Drives to the leap his jaded steed;'
Whose cheek is pale, whose eyeballs glare,
As one some vision'd sight that saw, Whose hands are bloody, loose his hair?
'Tis he? 't is he! 'tis Bothwellhaugh.
From gory selle, and reeling steed,
Sprung the fierce horseman with a bound, And, reeking from the recent deed,
He dash'd his carbine on the ground. Sternly he spoke-“'Tis sweet to hear
In good greenwood the bugle blown, But sweeter to Revenge's ear,
To drink a tyrant's dying groan.
• Birrel informs us, that Bothwellhaugh, being closely pursued, “after that spur and wand had failed him, he drew forth his dagger, and strocke his horse behind, whilk caused the horse to leape a very brode stanke, [i. e. ditch,] by whilk means he escapit, and gat away from all the rest of the horses."-BIRREL's Diary, p. 18.
2 Selle—Saddle. A word used by Spencer and other ancient authors
"Your slaughter'd quarry proudly trode,
At dawning morn, o'er dale and down, But prouder base-born Murray rode
Through old Linlithgow's crowded town. “ From the wild Border's humbled side,'
In haughty triumph, marched he, While Knox relax'd his bigot pride,
And smiled, the traitorous pomp to see.
“ But can stern Power, with all his yaunt,
Or Pomp, with all her courtly glare, The settled heart of Vengeance daunt,
Or change the purpose of Despair ? “ With hackbut bent,' my secret stand,
Dark as the purposed deed, I chose, And mark'd, where, mingling in his band,
Troop'd Scottish pikes and English bows.
“Dark Morton, girt with many a spear,
Murder's foul minion, led the van;
· Murray's death took place shortly after an expedition to the Borders; which is thus commemorated by the author of his Elegy:
" So having stablischt all thing in this sort,
Scottish Poems, 16th century, p. 232. ? Hackbul hent-Gun cock’d. The carbine, with which the Regent was shot, is preserved at Hamilton Palace. It is a brass piece, of a middling length, very small in the bore, and, what is rather extraordinary, appears to have been rifled or indented in the barrel. It had a match-lock, for which a modern firelock has been injudiciously substituted.
3 of this noted person, it is enough to say, that he was active in the murder of David Rizziv, and at least privy to that of Darnley.
And clash'd their broadswords in the rear
The wild Macfarlanes' plaided clan.' “Glencairn and stout Parkhead? were nigh,
Obsequious at their Regent's rein, And haggard Lindesay's iron eye,
That saw fair Mary weep in vain.' “ 'Mid pennon'd spears, a steely grove,
Proud Murray's plumage floated high;
So close the minions crowded nigh."
· This clan of Lennox llighlanders were attached to the Regent Murray Hollinshed, speaking of the battle of Langside, says, “ In this batåyle the valiancie of an Heiland gentleman, named Macfarlane, stood the Regent's part in great steede; for, in the hottest brunte of the fighte, he came up with two hundred of his friendes and countrymen, and so manfully gave in upon the flankes of the Queen's people, that he was a great cause of the disordering of them. This Macfarlane had been lately before, as I have heard, condemned to die, for some outrage by him committed, and obtayning pardon through suyte of the Countess of Murray, he recompensed that clemencie by this piece of service now at this batayle.” Calderwood's account is less favourable to the Macfarlanes. He states that “ Macfarlane, with his Highlandmen, fled from the wing where they were set. The Lord Lindsay, who stood nearest to them in the Regent's battle, said, Let them go! I shall fill their place better:' and so, stepping forward, with a company of fresh men, charged the enemy, whose spears were now spent, with long weapons, so that they were driven back by force, being before almost overthrown by the avaunt-guard and harquebusiers, and so were turned to Alighi.”—Calderwood's MS. apud KEITH, p. 480. Melville mentions the flight of the vanguard, but states it to have been commanded by Morton, and composed chiefly of commoners of the barony of Renfrew.
2 The Earl of Glencairn was a steady adherent of the Regent. George Douglas, of Parkhead, was a natural brother of the Earl of Morton, whose horse was killed by the same ball by which Murray fell.
3 Lord Lindsay, of the Byres, was the most ferocious and brutal of the Regent's faction, and, as such, was employed to extort Mary's signature to the deed of resignation presented to her in Lochleven castle. He discharged his commission with the most savage rigour; and it is even said, ihat when the weeping captive, in the act of signing, averted her eyes from the fatal deed, he pinched her arm with the grasp of his iron glove.
4 Not only had the Regent notice of the intended attempt upon his life but even of the very house from which it was threatened. With that infatuation at which men wonder, after such events have happened, he
"From the raised vizor's shade, his eye,
Dark-rolling, glanced the ranks along, And his steel truncheon, waved on high,
Seem'd marshalling the iron throng. “ But yet his saddened brow confess'd
A passing shade of doubt and awe; Some fiend was whispering in his breast;
• Beware of injured Both wellhaugh!' • The death-shot parts — the charger springs
Wild rises tumult's startling roar! And Murray's plumy helmet rings
-Rings on the ground, to rise no more. “What joy the raptured youth can feel,
To hear her love the loved one tell – Or he, who broaches on his steel
The wolf, by whom his infant fell ! " But dearer to my injured eye
To see in dust proud Murray roll; And mine was ten times trebled joy,
To hear him groan his felon soul. “My Margaret's spectre glided near;
With pride her bleeding victim saw; And shriek'd in his death-deafen'd ear,
• Remember injured Bothwellhaugh!
“ Then speed thee, noble Chatlerault!
Spread to the wind thy banner'd tree!?
Murray is fall'n, and Scotland free."
deemed it would be a sufficient precaution to ride briskly past the danger. ous spot. But even this was prevented by the crowd: so that Bothwell haugh had time to take a deliberate aim.-SPOTTISWOODE, p. 223. BUCH
" An oak, half-sawn, with the motto through, is an ancient cognizance of the family of Hamilton.
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