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the　Merlin　of　Scotland；　and　to　whom　some　of　the　adventures　which　the
British　bards　assigned　to　Merlin　Caledonius；　or　the　Wild；　have　been
transferred　by　tradition；　was；　as　is　well　known；　a　magician；　as　well　as　a
poet　and　prophet。　He　is　alleged　still　to　live　in　the　land　of　Faery；　and　is
expected　to　return　at　some　great　convulsion　of　society；　in　which　he　is　to
act　a　distinguished　part…a　tradition　common　to　all　nations；　as　the　belief
of　the　Mahomedans　respecting　their　twelfth　Imaum　demonstrates。

　　Now；　it　chanced　many　years　since；　that　there　lived　on　the　Borders　a
jolly；　rattling　horse…cowper；　who　was　remarkable　for　a　reckless　and　fearless
temper；　which　made　him　much　admired；　and　a　little　dreaded；　amongst　his
neighbours。　One　moonlight　night；　as　he　rode　over　Bowden　Moor；　on　the
west　side　of　the　Eildon　Hills；　the　scene　of　Thomas　the　Rhymer's　prophecies；
and　often　mentioned　in　his　story；　having　a　brace　of　horses　along　with　him
which　he　had　not　been　able　to　dispose　of；　he　met　a　man　of　venerable
appearance；　and　singularly　antique　dress；　who；　to　his　great　surprise；　asked
the　price　of　his　horses；　and　began　to　chaffer　with　him　on　the　subject。　To
Canobie　Dick；　for　so　shall　we　call　our　Border　dealer；　a　chap　was　a　chap；
and　he　would　have　sold　a　horse　to　the　devil　himself；　without　minding　his
cloven　hoof；　and　would　have　probably　cheated　Old　Nick　into　the　bargain。
The　stranger　paid　the　price　they　agreed　on；　and　all　that　puzzled　Dick　in
the　transaction　was；　that　the　gold　which　he　received　was　in　unicorns；
bonnet…pieces；　and　other　ancient　coins；　which　would　have　been　invaluable　to
collectors；　but　were　rather　troublesome　in　modern　currency。　It　was　gold；
however；　and　therefore　Dick　contrived　to　get　better　value　for　the　coin；
than　he　perhaps　gave　to　his　customer。　By　the　command　of　so　good　a
merchant；　he　brought　horses　to　the　same　spot　more　than　once；　the
purchaser　only　stipulating　that　he　should　always　come　by　night；　and　alone。
I　do　not　know　whether　it　was　from　mere　curiosity；　or　whether　some　hope
of　gain　mixed　with　it；　but　after　Dick　had　sold　several　horses　in　this　way；
he　began　to　complain　that　dry　bargains　were　unlucky；　and　to　hint；　that
since　his　chap　must　live　in　the　neighbourhood；　he　ought；　in　the　courtesy
of　dealing；　to　treat　him　to　half…a…mutchkin。

　　‘‘You　may　see　my　dwelling　if　you　will；''　said　the　stranger；　‘‘but　if　you
lose　courage　at　what　you　see　there；　you　will　rue　it　all　your　life。''

　　Dicken；　however；　laughed　the　warning　to　scorn；　and　having　alighted　to
secure　his　horse；　he　followed　the　stranger　up　a　narrow　foot…path；　which　led
them　up　the　hills　to　the　singular　eminence　stuck　betwixt　the　most　southern
and　the　centre　peaks；　and　called　from　its　resemblance　to　such　an　animal
in　its　form；　the　Lucken　Hare。　At　the　foot　of　this　eminence；　which　is
almost　as　famous　for　witch　meetings　as　the　neighbouring　windmill　of
Kippilaw；　Dick　was　somewhat　startled　to　observe　that　his　conductor
entered　the　hill　side　by　a　passage　or　cavern；　of　which　he　himself；　though
well　acquainted　with　the　spot；　had　never　seen　or　heard。

　　‘‘You　may　still　return；''　said　his　guide；　looking　ominously　back　upon
him；…but　Dick　scorned　to　show　the　white　feather；　and　on　they　went。
They　entered　a　very　long　range　of　stables；　in　every　stall　stood　a　coal…black
horse；　by　every　horse　lay　a　knight　in　coal…black　armour；　with　a　drawn
sword　in　his　hand；　but　all　were　as　silent；　hoof　and　limb；　as　if　they　had
been　cut　out　of　marble。　A　great　number　of　torches　lent　a　gloomy　lustre
to　the　hall；　which；　like　those　of　the　Caliph　Vathek；　was　of　large　dimensions。
At　the　upper　end；　however；　they　at　length　arrived；　where　a　sword
and　horn　lay　on　an　antique　table。

　　‘‘He　that　shall　sound　that　horn　and　draw　that　sword；''　said　the　stranger；
who　now　intimated　that　he　was　the　famous　Thomas　of　Hersildoune；　‘‘shall；
if　his　heart　fail　him　not；　be　king　over　all　broad　Britain。　So　speaks　the
tongue　that　cannot　lie。　But　all　depends　on　courage；　and　much　on　your
taking　the　sword　or　the　horn　first。''

　　Dick　was　much　disposed　to　take　the　sword；　but　his　bold　spirit　was
quailed　by　the　supernatural　terrors　of　the　hall；　and　he　thought　to　unsheath
the　sword　first；　might　be　construed　into　defiance；　and　give　offence　to　the
powers　of　the　Mountain。　He　took　the　bugle　with　a　trembling　hand；　and
a　feeble　note；　but　loud　enough　to　produce　a　terrible　answer。　Thunder
rolled　in　stunning　peals　through　the　immense　hall；　horses　and　men　started
to　life；　the；　steeds　snorted；　stamped；　grinded　their　bits；　and　tossed　on　high
their　heads…the　warriors　sprung　to　their　feet；　clashed　their　armour；　and
brandished　their　swords。　Dick's　terror　was　extreme　at　seeing　the　whole
army；　which　had　been　so　lately　silent　as　the　grave；　in　uproar；　and　about　to
rush　on　him。　He　dropped　the　horn；　and　made　a　feeble　attempt　to　seize
the　enchanted　sword；　but　at　the　same　moment　a　voice　pronounced　aloud
the　mysterious　words：…

　　　　　　‘‘Woe　to　the　coward；　that　ever　he　was　born；
Who　did　not　draw　the　sword　before　he　blew　the　horn！''


　　At　the　same　time　a　whirlwind　of　irresistible　fury　howled　through　the
long　hall；　bore　the　unfortunate　horse…jockey　clear　out　of　the　mouth　of　the
cavern；　and　precipitated　him　over　a　steep；　bank　of　loose　stones；　where　the
shepherds　found　him　the　next　morning；　with　just　breath　sufficient　to　tell
his　fearful　tale；　after　concluding　which　he　expired。


　　This　legend；　with　several　variations；　is　found　in　many　parts　of　Scotland
and　England…the　scene　is　sometimes　laid　in　some　favourite　glen　of　the
Highlands；　sometimes　in　the　deep　coal…mines　of　Northumberland　and
Cumberland；　which　run　so　far　beneath　the　ocean。　It　is　also　to　be　found
in　Reginald　Scott's　book　on　Witchcraft；　which　was　written　in　the　sixteenth
century。　It　would　be　in　vain　to　ask　what　was　the　original　of　the　tradition。
The　choice　between　the　horn　and　sword　may；　perhaps；　include　as　a　moral；
that　it　is　fool…hardy　to　awaken　danger　before　we　have　arms　in　our　hands
to　resist　it。

　　Although　admitting　of　much　poetical　ornament；　it　is　clear　that　this
legend　would　have　formed　but　an　unhappy　foundation　for　a　prose　story；
and　must　have　degenerated　into　a　mere　fairy　tale。　Dr。　John　Leyden　has
beautifully　introduced　the　tradition　in　his　Scenes　of　Infancy：…

Mysterious　Rhymer；　doomed　by　fate's　decree；
Still　to　revisit　Eildon's　fated　tree；
Where　oft　the　swain；　at　dawn　of　Hallow…day；
Hears　thy　fleet　barb　with　wild　impatience　neigh
Say　who　is　he；　with　summons　long　and　high；
Shall　bid　the　charmed　sleep　of　ages　fly；
Roll　the　long　sound　through　Eildon's　caverns　vast；
While　each　dark　warrior　kindles　at　the　blast？
The　horn；　the　falchion　grasp　with　mighty　hand；
And　peal　proud　Arthur's　march　from　Fairy…land？
Scenes　of　Infancy；　_Part　I。_



…

In　the　same　cabinet　with　the　preceding　fragment；　the　following　occurred
among　other　_disjecta　membra。_　It　seems　to　be　an　attempt　at　a　tale　of　a
different　description　from　the　last；　but　was　almost　instantly　abandoned。
The　introduction　points　out　the　time　of　the　composition　to　have　been　about
the　end　of　the　eighteenth　century。


THE　LORD　OF　ENNERDALE。

IN　A　FRAGMENT　OF　A　LETTER　FROM　JOHN　B；　ESQ。　OF　THAT　ILK；
TO　WILLIAM　G；　F。R。S。E。


　　‘‘Fill　a　bumper；''　said　the　Knight；　‘‘the　ladies　may　spare　us　a　little
longer…Fill　a　bumper　to　the　Archduke　Charles。''

　　The　company　did　due　honour　to　the　toast　of　their　landlord。

　　‘‘The　success　of　the　Archduke；''　said　the　muddy　Vicar；　‘‘will　tend　to
further　our　negotiation　at　Paris；　and　if''

　　‘‘Pardon　the　interruption；　Doctor；''　quoth　a　thin　emaciated　figure；　with
somewhat　of　a　foreign　accent；　‘‘but　why　should　you　connect　those　events
unless　to　hope　that　the　bravery　and　victories　of　our　allies　may　supersede
the　necessity　of　a　degrading　treaty？''

　　‘‘We　begin　to　feel；　Monsieur　l'Abb；
‘‘a　gratuitous　exertion　of　generosity？　Was　there　no　fear　of　the　wide…wasting
spirit　of　innovation　which　had　gone　abroad？　Did　not　the　laity
tremble　for　their　property；　the　clergy　for　their　religion；　and　every　loyal
heart　for　the　constitution？　Was　it　not　thought　necessary　to　destroy　the
building　which　was　on　fire；　ere　the　conflagration　spread　around　the
vicinity？''

　　‘‘Yet；　if　upon　trial；''　said　the　Doctor；　‘‘the　walls　were　found　to　resist
our　utmost　efforts；　I　see　no　great　prudence　in　persevering　in　our　labour
amid　the　smouldering　ruins。''

　　‘‘What；　Doctor；''　said　the　Baronet；　‘‘must　I　call　to　your　recollection
your　own　sermon　on　the　late　general　fast？…did　you　not　encourage　us　to
hope　that　the　Lord　of　Hosts　would　go　forth　with　our　armies；　and　that　our
enemies；　who　blasphemed　him；　should　be　put　to　shame？''

　　‘‘It　may　please　a　kind　father　to　chasten　even　his　beloved　children；''
answered　the　Vicar。

　　‘‘I　think；''　said　a　gentleman　near　the　foot　of　the　table；　‘‘that　the
Covenanters　made　some　apology　of　the　same　kind　for　the　failure　of　their
prophecies　at　the　battle　of　Dumbar；　when　their　mutinous　preachers　compelled
the　prudent　Lesley　to　go　down　against　the　Philistines　in　Gilgal。''

　　The　Vicar　fixed　a　scrutinizing　and　not　a　very　complacent　eye　upon　this
intruder。　He　was　a　young　man　of　mean　stature；　and　rather　a　reserved　appearance。
Early　and　severe　study　had　quenched　in　his　features　the　gaiety
peculiar　to　his　age；　and　impressed　upon　them　a　premature　cast　of　thoughtfulness。
His　eye　had；　however；　retained　its　fire；　and　his　gesture　its　animation。
Had　he　remained　silent；　he　would　have　been　long　unnoticed；　but
when　he　spoke；　there　was　something　in　his　manner　which　arrested　attention。

　　‘‘Who　is　this　young　man？''　said　the　Vicar　in　a　low　voice；　to　his
neighbour。

　　‘‘A　Scotchman　called　Maxwell；　on　a　visit　to　Sir　Henry；''　was　the　answer。

　　‘‘I　thought　so；　from　his　accent　and　his　manners；''　said　the　Vicar。

　　It　may　be　here　observed；　that　the　Northern　English　retain　rather　more
of　the　ancient　hereditary　aversion　to　their　neighbours　than　their　countrymen
of　the　South。　The　interference　of　other　disputants；　each　of　whom　urged　his
opinion　with　all　the　vehemence　of　wine　and　politics；　rendered　the　summons
to　the　drawing…room　agreeable　to　the　more　sober　part　of　the　company。

　　The　company　dispersed　by　degrees；　and　at　length　the　Vicar　and　the
young　Scotchman　alone　remained；　besides　the　Baronet；　his　lady；　daughters；
and　myself。　The　clergyman　had　not；　it　would　seem；　forgot　the　observation
which　ranked　him　with　the　false　prophets　of　Dunbar；　for　he　addressed　Mr。
Maxwell　upon　the　first　opportunity。

　　‘‘Hem！　I　think；　sir；　you　mentioned　something　about　the　civil　wars　of
last　century？　You　must　be　deeply　skilled　in　them；　indeed；　if　you　can
draw　any　parallel　betwixt　those　and　the　present　evil　days…days　which　I
am　ready　to　maintain　are　the　most　gloomy　that　ever　darkened　the　prospects
of　Britain。''

　　‘‘God　forbid；　Doctor；　that　I　should　draw　a　comparison　between　the
present　times　and　t