"What thoughts must through the creature's brain have past! [steep, Even from the topmost stone, upon the Are but three bounds-and look, sir, at this last O master! it has been a cruel leap. "For thirteen hours he ran a desperate race; And in my simple mind we cannot tell And come and make his death-bed near But, at the coming of the milder day, "One lesson, shepherd, let us two divide, Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.' SONG AT THE FEAST OF Here on the grass perhaps asleep he sank, UPON THE RESTORATION of Lord CLIF Lulled by this fountain in the summer-tide; "In April here beneath the scented thorn "Now, here is neither grass nor pleasant The sun on drearier hollow. never shone; FORD, THE SHEPHERD, TO THE ES- HIGH in the breathless hall the minstrel · Henry Lord Clifford, etc., etc., who is the subject of this poem, was the son of John Lord Clifford, who was slain at Towton Field, which John Lord Clifford, as is known to the reader of English history, was the person who after the battle of Wakefield slew, in the pursuit, the young Earl of Rutland, son of the Duke of Till trees, and stones, and fountain, all are York, who had fallen in the battle, "in part of gone." revenge" (say the authors of the History of "From town to town; from tower to She lifts her head for endless spring, Both roses flourish, red and white. In love and sisterly delight The two that were at strife are blended, be less likely to think that the Earl of Rutland might be entitled to mercy from his youth.-But independent of this act, at the best a cruel and savage one, the family of Clifford had done enough to draw upon them the vehement hatred of the House of York; so that after the battle of Towton there was no hope for them but in flight and concealment. Henry, the subject of the poem, was deprived of his estate and honours during the space of twenty-four years; all which time he lived as a shepherd in Yorkshire, or in Cumberland, where the estate of his father-inlaw (Sir Lancelot Threlkeld) lay. He was re-stored to his estate and honours in the first year of Henry the Seventh. It is recorded that, when called to parliament, he behaved nobly and wisely; but otherwise came seldom to London or the court; and rather delighted to live in the country, where he repaired several of his castles, which had gone to decay during the late troubles," Thus far is chiefly collected from Nicholson and Burn; and I can add, from my own knowledge, that there is a tradition current in the village of Threlkeld and its neighbourhoop, his principal retreat, that, in the course of his shepherd-life he had acquired great astronomical knowledge. I cannot conclude this note without adding a word upon the subject of those numerous and noble feudal edifices, spoken of in the poem, the ruins of some of which are, at this day, so great an ornament to that interesting country. The Cliffords had always been distinguished for an honourable pride in these castles; and we have seen that after Loud voice the land has uttered forth, "How glad is Skipton at this hour- Of all her guardian sons bereft -- the wars of York and Lancaster they were re built; in the civil wars of Charles the First they were again laid waste, and again restored almost to their former magnificence by the celebrated Lady Anne Clifford, Countess of Pembroke, etc., etc. Not more than twenty-five years after this was done, when the estates of Clifford had passed into the Family of Tufton, three of these castles, namely, Brough, Brougham, and Pendragon, were demolished, and the timber and other materials sold by Thomas Earl of Thanet. We will hope that when this order was issued, the Earl had not consulted the text of Isaiah, 58th Chapter, 12th Verse, to which the inscription placed over the gate of Pendragon Castle, by the Countess of Pembroke (I believe his grandmother) at the time she repaired that structure, refers the reader. And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places; thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations; and thou shalt be called the repairer of the breach, the restorer of paths to dwell in." The Earl of Thanet, the present possessor of the estates, with a due respect for the memory of his ancestors, and a proper sense of the value and beauty of these remains of antiquity, has (I am told) given orders that they shall be preserved from all depredations. This line is from the Battle of Bosworth Field, by Sir John Beaumont (brother to the dramatist), whose poems are written with much spirit, elegance, and harmony. "Oh! it was a time forlorn When the fatherless was bornGive her wings that she may fly, Or she sees her infant die ! Swords that are with slaughter wild Hunt the mother and the child. Who will take them from the light? Yonder is a man in sightYonder is a house-but where? No, they must not enter there. To the caves, and to the brooks, To the clouds of heaven she looks; She is speechless, but her eyes Pray in ghostly agonies. Blissful Mary, mother mild, Maid and mother undefiled, Save a mother and her child! "Now who is he that bounds with joy On Carrock's side, a shepherd boy? No thoughts hath he but thoughts that pass❘ Light as the wind along the grass. Can this be he who hither came In secret, like a smothered flame? O'er whom such thankful tears were shed For shelter, and a poor man's bread! God loves the child; and God hath willed That those dear. words should be fulfilled, The lady's words, when forced away, The last she to her babe did say, My own, my own, thy fellow-guest I may not be; but rest thee, rest, For lowly shepherd's life is best!" "Alas! when evil men are strong 7 "A recreant harp, that sings of fear Again he wanders forth at will, That learned of him submissive ways; They moved about in open sight, He knew the rocks which angels haunt He hath kenned them taking wing; • It is imagined by the people of the country that there are two immortal fish, inhabitants of this Tarn, which lies in the mountains not far from Threlkeld.-Blencathara, mentioned before is the old and proper name of the mountain vulgarly called Saddle-back. The martial character of the Cliffords is well known to the readers of English history: but it may not be improper here to say, by way of comment on these lines, and what follows, that, besides several others who perished in the same manner, the four immediate progenitors of the person in whose hearing this is supposed to be spoken, all died in the field. |