And with Erle Douglas, there was slaine Sir Charles Murray, that from the feeld Sir Charles Murray of Ratcliff, too, And the Lord Maxwell in like case Of fifteen hundred Englishmen, The rest were slaine in Chevy-Chase, Next day did many widowes come, They washt their wounds in brinish teares, Theyr bodyes, bathed in purple gore, They bare with them away: They kist them dead a thousand times, This news was brought to Eddenborrow, O heavy newes! King James did say, I have not any captaine more Like tydings to King Henry came, That Percy of Northumberland Was slaine in Chevy-Chase: Now God be with him, said our king, Sith it will noe better bee; I trust I have, within my realme, Yett shall not Scotts nor Scotland say, For brave Erle Percyes sake. This vow full well the king perform'd In one day, fifty knights were slayne, And of the rest, of small account, Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy-Chase, God save our king, and bless this land And grant henceforth, that foule debate "Twixt noblemen may cease. NOTE. We have printed these two inimitable ballads without note or comment, because they have been so well benoted by Percy, Chappell, and others, that there is little or nothing left to do: we have therefore preferred simply to place them in the hands of our readers, recommending them to refer to the works of the above mentioned scribes for the result of their valuable labours. It may however be as well to append the following observations forwarded to us by our correspondent J. H. Dixon, esq: "To drive the deer with hound and horn Earl Percy took his way." The old English hound or talbot is described by Whitaker in his History of Manchester as the original breed of hunting dogs in this island. The Editor of the Penny Magazine (Feb. 1841) thus describes a specimen which he saw in Lancashire. It was tall and robust with a chest of extraordinary depth and breadth, with pendulous lips and deeply set eyes; the ears were large and long and hung very low; the nose was broad and the nostrils large and moist. Its voice was deep, full and sonorous. The general colour was black, passing into tan or sandy-red about the muzzle and along the inside of the limbs. Shakespeare's description of the hound of Theseus, in the "Midsummer Nights' Dream" is true to the letter as referring to this breed with which no doubt he was well acquainted : "My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, It was with hounds of this breed that to "hunt the deer Farl Persie took his way." Lord Prudhoe at Sea. ORD Prudhoe, when a boy of fourteen or fifteen years of age, and holding the rank of midshipman in the navy, was on board the late Admiral Cochrane's ship on the West India station, when a terrific hurricane destroyed nearly all the houses, plantations, &c., on the island of St. Kitt's. The more wealthy inhabitants of the island set on foot a subscription for the relief of their indigent neighbours, and after a considerable sum had been raised, sent the subscription list on board the fleet. Admiral Cochrane added his name for £100, which sum was also subscribed by the Admiral who was second in command. The list was then passed to the captains of the several ships, who subscribed £50 each; the lieutenants followed with £20 each; and the midshipmen were then called on for their contributions, some of whom subscribed £5, some £1, and some smaller sums, according to the state of their "lockers." When the list was placed in the hands of Lord Prudhoe, then Lord Algernon Percy, his Lordship wrote with a bold hand, "Percy £1000." The list having been returned to the Admiral, he was greatly surprised on beholding this entry, and sent for the young Lord, of whom he inquired if he had the means to pay the amount he had placed opposite his His answer was that of a genuine, warm-hearted British tar, -"No, Admiral," said he, "I have not, but the old boy at home will pay it." The answer seemed so characteristic, and the action so noble, that Admiral Cochrane determined to communicate the facts to his Lordship's father, the late excellent Duke of Northumberland, to whom he immediately wrote. miral's letter, he burst into tears, and exclaimed, in reference to his son, "He is worthy the name of Percy-the money shall be paid," and immediately transmitted to the managers of the fund for the relief of the sufferers a cheque on his bankers for one thousand pounds! name. When his Grace received the Ad Long Lonkin. A BORDER BALLAD. HE following fragment was taken down from the recitation of an old woman of Ovington, co. Northumberland, several years ago. The scene of the occurrence it describes is a ruined tower seated on the corner of an extensive embankment, and surrounded by a moat, on the western side of Whittle Dene, near Ovingham. From the evidence of popular tradition (for the ballad is so imperfect as to be of itself hardly explanatory enough) it appears to relate the circumstances of a murder committed by a freebooter named Long Lonkin, through the treachery of a servant maid. A deep pool in the dene which runs hard by is called "Long Lonkin's hole," and is stated to have been the death place of the freebooter, but others ascribe his end to a different means. A friend of the lady who contributed our copy of the ballad gave a transcript to Miss Landon, who published it in the "Drawing Room Scrap Book" for 1835, in which, without any authority, she lays the scene of the murder in Cumberland. In Jamieson's collection of Popular Ballads and Songs (Edinburgh 1806) there is a ballad called "Lamkin," which he says was transmitted for his editorship by "Mrs. Brown, and is much more perfect and uniform than the copy printed in the Edinburgh collection edited by Mr. Herd." From many points of similarity both in the plot, ideas, and even in the diction, there can be little doubt that a copy of our song of "Long Lonkin" has found its way over the border, probably immediately after the occurrences therein related, and has by one means or other, become Scotticised. This is not presuming over much, for there are so many collateral circumstances and sites in the district assigned for our ballad that its locality cannot be doubted, particularly when Jamieson does not profess that it relates to any known place in the sister country. The Lord said to his ladie Beware of Long Lonkin That lies in the moss. The Lord said to his ladie As he rode away, Beware of Long Lonkin That lies in the clay. What care I for Lonkin, And my windows penned in. There were six little windows And they were all shut, But one little window And that was forgot. And at that little window Where's the Lord of the Hall? Says the Lonkin; He's gone up to London. Says Orange to him. Where's the Men of the Hall? Says the Lonkin; They're at the field ploughing, Says Orange to him. Where's the Maids of the Hall? Says the Lonkin; They're at the well washing, Says Orange to him. Where's the Ladies of the Hall? Says the Lonkin; They're up in their chambers, Says Orange to him. How shall we get them down? Says the Lonkin; Prick the babe in the cradle, Says Orange to him. |