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MARMION. .

CANTO FOURTH.

THE CAMP.

1.
EUSTACE, I said, did blithely mark
The first notes of the merry lark.
The lark sung shrill, the cock he crew,
And loudly Marmion's clarions blew,
And, with their light and lively call,
Brought groom and yeoman to the stall.
Whistling they came, and free of heart;

But soon their mood was changed:
Complaint was heard on every part,

Of something disarranged. Some clamoured for armour lost; Some brawled and wrangled with the host; “ By Becket's bones,” cried one, “I swear, That some false Scot has stolen my spear!" Young Blount, Lord Marmion's second squire, Found his steed wet with sweat and mire; Although the rated horse-boy sware, Last night he dressed him sleek and fair,

While chafed the impatient squire like thunder,
Old Hubert shouts, in fear and wonder,
“ Help, gentle Blount! help, comrades all!
Bevis lies dying in his stall:
To Marmion who the plight dare tell,
Of the good steed he loves so well ?"
Gaping for fear and ruth, they saw
The charger panting on his straw;
Till one, who would seem wisest, cried,
& What else but evil could betide,
With that cursed Palmer for our guide!
Better we had through mire and buske
Been lanthorn-led by Friar Rush."*,

IT.
Fitz-Eustace, who the cause but guessed,

Nor wholly understood,
His comrade's clamorous plaints suppressed;

He knew Lord Marmion's mood. Him, ere he issued forth, he sought, And found deep plunged in gloomy thought,

And did his tale display
Simply, as if he knew of nought

To cause such disarray.
Lord Marmion gave attention cold,
Nor marvelled at the wonders told,

* Alias Will o' the Wisp. See Note.

Passed them as accidents of course,
And bade his clarions sound to horse.

III.
Young Henry Blount meanwhile the cost
Had reckoned with their Scottish host;
And, as the charge he cast and paid,
“ Ill thou deserv'st thy hire," he said;

“Dost see, thou knave, my horse's plight? Fairies have ridden him all the night,

And left him in a foam !
I trust, that soon a conjuring band,
With English cross and blazing brand,
Shall drive the devils from this land,

To their infernal home:
For in this haunted den, I trow,
All night they trampled to and fro."
The laughing host looked on the hire,
“Gramercy, gentle southern squire,
And if thou com’st among the rest,
With Scottish broad sword to be blest,
Sharp be the brand, and sure the blow,
And short the pang to undergo.”-
Here stayed their talk,- for Marmion
Gave now the signal to set on.
The Palmer showing forth the way,
They journeyed all the morning day.

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The green-sward way was smooth and good,
Through Humbie's and through Saltoun's wood;
A forest glade, which varying still,
Here gave a view of dale and bill;
There narrower closed, till over head
A vaulted screen the branches made.
" A pleasant path,” Fitz-Eustace said;
"Such as where errant knights might see
Adventures of high chivalry;
Might meet some damsel flying fast,
With hair unbound, and looks aghast;
And smooth and level course were here,
In her defence to break a spear.
Here, too, are twilight nooks and dells;
And oft, in such, the story tells,
The damsel kind, from danger freed,
Did grateful pay her champion's meed.”-

He spoke to cheer Lord'Marmion's mind :
Perchance to show his lore designed;

For Eustace much had pored
Upon a huge romantic tome,
In the hall-window of his home,
Imprinted at the antique dome

Of Caxton or De Worde.
Therefore he spoke-but spoke in vain,
For Marmion answered nought again.

V.
Now sudden distant trumpets shrill,
In notes prolonged by wood and hill,

Were heard to echo far;
Each ready archer grasped his bow,
But by the flourish soon they know,

They breathed no point of war.
Yet cautious, as in foeman's land,
Lord Marmion's order speeds the band;

Some opener ground to gain;
And scarce a furlong had they rode,
When thinner trees, receding, showed

A little woodland plain.
Just in that advantageous glade,
The halting troop a line had made,
As forth from the opposing shade

Issued a gallant train.

VI. First came the trumpets, at whose clang So late the forest echoes rang; On prancing steeds they forward pressed, With scarlet mantle, azure vest; Each at his trump a banner wore, Which Scotland's royal scutcheon bore : Heralds and pursuivants, by name Bute, Islay, Marchmount, Rothsay, came

In painted tabards, proudly showing Gules, Argent, Or, and Azure glowing; Attendant on a King-at-arms,

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