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WILSON'S TALES OF THE BORDERS

AND OF SCOTLAND.

HISTORICAL, TRADITIONARY, & IMAGINATIVE.

WITH A GLOSSARY.

REVISED BY

ALEXANDER LEIGHTON

ONE OF THE ORIGINAL EDITORS AND CONTRIBUTORS.

VOL. XIV.

LONDON:

WALTER SCOTT. 14 PATERNOSTER SQUARE

AND NEWCASTLE-UPON-TYNE.

1885.

CONTENTS.

THE COVENANTING FAMILY, _(JOHN MACKAY WILSON)_

THE OLD CHRONICLER'S TALES, _(ALEXANDER LEIGHTON)_

THE PRINCE OF SCOTLAND

RETRIBUTION, _(ALEXANDER CAMPBELL)_

THE PROFESSOR'S TALES, _(PROFESSOR THOMAS GILLESPIE)_

THE ENTHUSIAST

TREES AND BURNS

KIRKYARDS

POLWARTH ON THE GREEN, _(JOHN MACKAY WILSON)_

THE FESTIVAL, _(JOHN MACKAY WILSON)_

A LEGEND OF HOLYROOD, _(ALEXANDER LEIGHTON)_

THE RESTORED SON, _(OLIVER RICHARDSON)_

THE SKEAN DHU, _(ALEXANDER CAMPBELL)_

THE SEVEN YEARS' DEARTH, _(JOHN HOWELL_)

THE ORDER OF THE GARTER. A STORY OF WARK CASTLE, _(JOHN MACKAY

WILSON)_

WILSON'S TALES OF THE BORDERS, AND OF SCOTLAND.

THE COVENANTING FAMILY.

Thirty years ago, there dwelt an old man named Simon Cockburn, who

followed the avocations of parish teacher and precentor. Every Saturday

afternoon, after he had washed his hands from the labours of the week,

he went down to the public-house of the village in which he dwelt, and

took his seat by the parlour window or fire (according as it was summer

or winter), to read the newspaper, and see, as he said, "what country

Bonaparte had conquered _this_ week;" and, as Simon read of some new

achievement of "the terrible Corsican," as he called him, he was wont to

lay down the newspaper, take off his spectacles, and say unto himself

aloud, "But if the chield should come owre to Britain, surely he will

never be guilty o' the cruelty and folly o' doing onything to the parish

schoolmasters. He owes so much to learning himsel, that he will

certainly respect those who impart it to others."

But, if a stranger chanced to be in the room when he had glanced over

the news, and as he began to warm and wax mighty over his single pint

(or mutchkin) bottle of strong ale, Simon's wonted taciturnity gave way

to a flow of speech; and seldom had the conversation continued long,

when he invariably inquired, "Did ever ye hear o' the saying, by what

law the bishops were expelled from Scotland?"

The answer being in the negative, he continued--"Weel, it was neither

by civil law nor by canon law, but by _Dunse Law_!"

"By Dunse Law, old man!" inquired his auditors; "why, what law is that?"

If ye never heard o' it (answered he), it is worth your while going to

see it. Ye may become acquainted wi' it without paying a fee to a

writer. Dunse Law, sir, is a bonny round hill, which rises behind the

honest town o' that name. Ye have a magnificent view upon the top o' it.

In my opinion, it is equal to the view from the Calton at Edinburgh; and

some o' my scholars that have been travellers inform me that the view

from the Calton is every way equal to the far-famed view in the Bay o'

Naples. Ye have the whole Merse lying beneath your feet, like a

beautifully-laid-out and glorious garden--the garden o' some mighty

conqueror, that had converted a province into a pleasure-ground, and

walled it round wi' mountains. There ye behold the Blackadder wimpling

along; the Whitadder curling round below you, and as far as ye can

see--now glittering in a haugh, or buried among woody braes. Before ye,

also, ye behold the Cheviots and the Northumberland hills, wi' a broad

country, the very sister o' the Merse, lying below them, and which runs

to Tweedside, where they stand and look at each other! Down the middle

distance runs the Tweed, shining out here and there, like an illuminated

lake, and receiving the Border rivers o' both countries into its bosom,

just as a hen gathers its young under its wings. To the right hand,

also, ye behold Roxburghshire, wi' the dimness o' distance, like a thin

veil thrown owre its beauty, and its hills a' before ye. Ye see also the

smoke arising from towns, villages, and hamlets, and hovering owre them

in the midway air, like almost transparent clouds. Gentlemen's seats,

and the plantations around them, lie scattered owre the scene;

farmhouses that lairds might live in, and stackyards that no other

country could produce. On each elbow ye have the purple Lammermuir,

where a hundred hirsels graze; and to the east, the mighty ocean, wi'

the ships sailing upon it, where, wi' their white sails spread to the

sun, they look from the distance just like sea-birds poising themselves

on their out-stretched wings owre the deep. Ye see also the islands that

rise wondrously from its bosom--fragments which the great waters have

stolen from the dry land, or the dry land from the waters. But I ought

to have mentioned that, before ye, also, ye see the ruins o' castles,

some o' them still majestic, which changed masters a hundred times, as

victory chanced to decide for the English bow or the Scottish spear, and

which yet bear manifestations o' having been places o' strength and

terror. All these things, sir, and mony mair, do ye see from Dunse

Law--for I have described it very imperfectly; but I hope I have said

aneugh to convince ye that it is no everyday view. And now, I shall

endeavour to explain to ye the meaning o' the saying, that the bishops

were expelled from Scotland by _Dunse Law_.

When the first and unfortunate King Charles had the infatuation--and I

may also say the cruelty--to attempt to bend and twist the consciences

o' our forefaithers, just as if they had been willows in the hands o' a

basketmaker, to make them swallow the service-book, and to clothe and

feed bishops, and bow their heads to them, they, like men who regarded

liberty o' conscience, the freedom o' their country, and, above all, the

right o' worshipping their Maker as he had commanded them in his Word,

to be dearer than life--when the king caused his troopers to ride

rough-shod out owre Scotland, and to awe them into obedience with the

naked sword--they also laid their hands upon their swords, ready to

resist, and, flying to the hills, they congregated together a mighty

army.

The watchword o' the heroic army was, "_For Christ's Crown and the

Covenant_;" and, having congregated together to the number o' many

thousands, they, in accordance with the wish o' the Tables and chief

men, were placed under the command o' the famous General Leslie. When,

therefore, the king heard o' these things, he set out from London

towards Scotland at the head o' his gay cavaliers and valorous men o'

war, doubting not but that, at the glance o' his royal eyes, the

rebellious Scottish peasants would be stricken with awe and reverence,

lay down their arms, and bend their necks before him. Now, General

Leslie was an old man, and a little man; but he had a wise head, and,

like Bonaparte, he had a mighty spirit in his wee breast: and when he

heard that the king was on his way to Scotland, at the head o' a regular

army, he resolved to meet him face to face; and, for that purpose, the

army o' the Covenant marched forward to Dunglass.

But when Charles learned from his spies accounts of the numbers, the

discipline, and enthusiasm of the Covenanters, his heart failed him; and

when he looked on his own army, and perceived that they neither had zeal

in his cause, nor discipline, nor numbers, to enable them to contend

against the army that he was leading them to oppose, he lowered his tone

marvellously. He found that the divine prerogative which surrounds kings

is but a broken hedge, owre which every outlaw may trample, where the

hearts and affections o' the people dinna form an outer bulwark around

it. And though, a few days before, he had denounced all the inhabitants

o' Scotland as traitors, and threatened, in the arrogance and confidence

o' his heart, to deal with them as such, and had even given orders to

his generals to wreak their vengeance on the rebels, he was now glad to

send Lord Holland, with a trumpeter, to the camp o' the Covenanters at

Dunglass, to proclaim to them that he was willing to grant them all

their demands, and that their country should be free, provided they

would profess their allegiance to him, and not approach within ten miles

o' the Border.

Now, sir, the Covenanters were by no means republicans in their

principles: all they wanted was freedom--freedom o' mind and body; the

right o' worshipping in the manner most agreeable to their conscience;

and o' not being compelled to unbutton their pockets to pay for objects

o' which they disapproved. They had a sort o' liking for Charlie. His

faither was a Scotchman, and had been born among them; and they were

anxious to like him, if he would only put it in their power to do it.

They were loth to draw the sword against him; and, when they did do it,

it was for conscience sake. They therefore accepted his conditions

readily; for he promised fairly, and as much, if not more, than they

expected to wring from him by the slaughter o' his troops, and steeping

the land wi' the blood o' its inhabitants.

When Charles, therefore, heard o' the readiness with which they had

agreed to his proposal, in the vanity and delusion o' his spirit, he

attributed it to his great power and glory as a king; and he repented

that he had not offered to them more haughty and less righteous terms.

But those that he had proposed to them he had no design to keep.

He therefore marched forward his army, and encamped on the south bank o'

the Tweed, above Berwick, at a place which historians call the

Birks--which I take to be the fields lying between West Ord and Norham

Castle. Here he soon gave proofs that, having come from the Thames to

the Tweed, it was his resolution not to return until he had wreaked his

vengeance on the people o' Scotland, whom he still regarded as rebels.

When, therefore, General Leslie heard o' the king's doings, he gave

orders to his army to march towards Dunse.

But, before proceeding farther, I must make mention o' a Covenanting

family, who are to be more particularly the objects o' my present

discourse. At that time, there resided in the Castle Wynd in Dunse a

singular and godly woman, one Alice Cockburn (or, as some called her,

Weather-burn, that being her maiden name). She was the wife o' a devout

and worthy man, one Alexander Cockburn, who was the proprietor o' a

croft in the neighbourhood; and they had five sons, all men grown. Their

names were John, James, Andrew, William; and the youngest, who was

nineteen, was called Alexander, after his faither. I hae mentioned Alice

first, not only because her name will be hereafter mentioned in this

narrative, but also because, while we often speak in triumph o' what our

faithers did in securing our civil and religious liberty, we forget to

do justice to our mothers, who were even more enthusiastic in the great

and glorious cause than our faithers were. They fired their zeal--they

first lifted up a voice against tyranny--and, while our faithers fought

in the field, they bound up their bleeding wounds, brought water from

the brooks to cool their parched lips, and were purveyors to the army,

supplying them with clothing and with food.

It was on the evening o' the 5th o' June, 1639, that Alice Cockburn

hastened into her house, exclaiming, "Rise, husband!--rise, sons!--arm

yourselves, and let us awa to Dunse Law; for there is a sicht to be seen

there the nicht, such as never before was witnessed in a' broad

Scotland, nor yet in a' Christendie. Haste ye! gird your swords upon

your thighs, and awa to assist the armies o' the Kirk and our country to

do battle against the Philistines."

"Tell us what ye mean, Alice," said her husband. "The king and his

cavaliers are still near Berwick; I hae heard naething o' our people

having left Dunglass, and there can be nae battle on Dunse Law the

nicht--therefore, what is it ye allude to?"

"The king may be whar ye say," replied she; "but General Leslie and our

men are encamping upon the Law; and they are a host whose numbers seem

countless as the sand upon the sea-shore. Our oppressors will be

consumed as stubble before them, and tyrants will become their

captives. Haste ye, sons; arm yersels to be ready for the fight that is

to fight. Enrol yersels in the army o' the righteous, for the sake o'

the truth, for the sake o' conscience and yer country. And, on my

death-bed, if I be deprived o' every other consolation, I will still be

borne up by the secret joy, that my five sons and my half-marrow drew

their swords, and fought side by side, for the cause o' the Covenant."

"Alice," said her husband, "sae lang as I hae ye to stir me up, and mak

me mair fervent in the great cause, which it is our duty to support with

our whole might and our whole strength, ye shall never hear it said that

Sandy Cockburn shunned the brunt o' danger, or that his sword returned

empty when he met wi' an oppressor weapon to weapon. My richt hand is

aulder and stiffer than it has been; but, when ance suppled, it has lost

but little o' its strength--and I think I can answer for our sons."

"Ye may do that safely," said John, their eldest; "there shall nae want

o' daring be fixed to the name o' Cockburn."

His three younger brothers, James, Andrew, and William, agreed with him,

and spoke in the same manner; but Alexander, the youngest, and the

faither's namesake, though generally esteemed the boldest amongst them,

hastened not to provide himself with arms, as his brothers did, but he

sat with his arms folded upon his bosom, and was silent.

"Alexander," said his mother, "wherefore do ye sit wi' yer arms faulded,

and look like ane that wishes to conceal the word _coward_ written on

his breast?"

"Nae man, no even my brothers, durst ca' me a coward, mother," said he;

"but I canna help thinking that this is an unnatural war, in which

freends and kindred will plunge their swords into each other. And there

are some who would be fighting against us whose swords I would rather

feel pierced through my body, than raise mine against them."

"Oh, wae's me!" she cried, "am I to be disgraced--is the truth to be

deserted by my youngest and dearest--the Benjamin o' my age? Where,

laddie--where are a' the precepts I endeavoured to inculcate into you

now? But I see how it is: it a' arises out o' yer fondness for the

dauchter o' that enemy o' our cause--Robert Stuart. Is there naebody ye

can see to like but her? Her father is a spy and a persecutor, a

defender o' the supremacy o' bishops, an advocate o' the service-book,

and an upholder o' the absolute power o' the king. She is o' the same

spirit and principles as her faither is; and, in that respect, she is

more to be commended than ye are, for she has hearkened to the voice o'

her parents, and has not the sin o' disobedience on her head. Have ye

forgot the command, 'Be not unequally yoked?' Rise, Alexander, I command

ye, get ready yer arms, and gae wi' yer faither, yer brothers, and yer

mother to the camp."

"Na, na, guidwife," said her husband, "that maunna be; for liberty o'

conscience am I buckling on my sword; and I winna see the conscience o'

my ain bairn suffer wrang. If Alexander winna gang wi' us, a' that I ask

o' him is, that he winna draw his sword against the cause in defence o'

which his faither and his brothers go forth, ready to lay down their

lives, if they be required."

"Faither," cried Alexander, springing up, and grasping his hand, "I will

never fight against ye!--never! I stand by your side to the last, or die

by it, and my arm shall be ready to defend ye! Where you go, I will go!"

"That is right, Alexander, my man," said his eldest brother; "I kenned

there was mettle in the callant, and principle, too--though I must say

that he is rather unpleasantly situated, and I canna say that I would

like his case to be my ain."

His arms being sought out also, the father and his sons were accoutred

and ready to depart, when Alice again said--"We have not yet prepared

all that we ought to do. We are but stewards o' the inheritance

intrusted to our hands in this world; and to the sacred cause in which

ye are about to engage, it is our duty also to contribute liberally from

the substance with which we have been blessed. Now, what say ye,

guidman--do ye think that we could afford to take to the camp, and

present before the general, six sheep, six firlots o' wheat, and six

measures o' meal? Have ye faith to venture sae far?"

"Alice," replied he, "can ye doubt me? If it were necessary, I would

consider it my duty not only to part wi' my stock to the last sheep, and

wi' my corn to the last firlot--but I would sell the croft also, and

part wi' the money, rather than see one who has drawn his sword in

defence o' the Covenant and his country want."

"Ye mak my heart glad," answered Alice; "and now let us kneel and give

thanks that we have lived to see the day when the armies o' the Kirk are

gathered together, powerful as those which David led against the

Philistines."

And Alexander Cockburn and his family raised the voice o' thanksgiving,

after which they knelt down together, and he prayed aloud. When they

arose, each man girded his sword upon his thigh, and the father

commanded that a horse should be harnessed, which was laden with the

wheat and the meal for the army of the Covenant. The sheep they drove on

before them, and Alice accompanied her husband and her sons.

I must now, however, take notice o' Mr Stuart, o' whom particular

mention was made by Alice, as being an enemy to the Covenant, and a

persecutor o' its adherents. He was a man o' considerable substance, and

lived about midway between Dunse and Polwarth. His daughter, to whom

young Alexander Cockburn was attached, and whom his mother cast up to

him, was called Flora. She was at that period a bonny young creature o'

eighteen; her hair was like the yellow gowd when the sun shines on't,

and her een were a brighter and a safter blue than the sky on a summer

morning, when there isna a cloud in a' the heavens. She was tall and

gentle-looking, and her waist ye might hae spanned wi' your hand. It was

wranging her to ca' her a persecutor; for though she was an advocate for

Episcopacy, as her faither had taught her to be, there wasna a sentiment

in her heart that could hae wranged a worm.

Young Alexander and Flora had become very early acquainted wi' each

other, and as early intimate. They were yet but bairns in a manner; but,

young as they were, they had a happy _langsyne_, on which they could

look back, in which they had

"Paidel'd in the burn,

And pu'd the gowans fine."

They had been playmates from the time that they could toddle hand in

hand thegither; and the hands that they had joined to help each other to

run when but infants, they now wished to join for good and a', that they

might journey pleasantly together through life. Their hearts had become

insensibly twisted around each other, and they had been so long

entwined, that they had become as one.

But I must now inform you of the arrival of Alice, her husband, and her

sons, at Dunse Law. When they arrived at the camp, Alexander the elder

inquired of one who seemed, by the orders which he was giving, to be an

officer, or a man in authority, if he could see the general; for the

officers in the army of the Covenant wore the plain blue bonnet, and the

blue riband streaming from it, without any distinction from the men in

the ranks; and when the men lay upon the bare ground, so did they.

"Ye seem to come wi' a free-will offering," said the officer; "and not

only wi' an offering o' provision, but, judging by your soldierly array,

ye come to fight the battles o' conscience, the Covenant, and our

country."

"We do," said the father; "my five sons and mysel, and these sheep and

provisions, are the offerings o' my children's mother; which, my lord,

or whatever ye may be, wi' her husband and five sons thrown into the

scale, makes nae sma' sacrifice."

"Ye speak truly, worthy friend," said the officer; "we rejoice in such

devotedness towards our glorious purpose. It is a volunteer cause, and

Heaven affords us assurance of victory. Yonder, see ye, is the general

riding round the tents on the black horse; go to him before he take up

his quarters in the castle for the night. He will give ye a gracious

welcome."

"Weel, that is very odd," said the senior Alexander Cockburn, gazing

upon the general with a look o' surprise. "He is a wee, auld-looking

body. My opinion o' him was, that he would be something like what we

understand Sir William Wallace to have been--a man before whom his

enemies fled, at the shaking o' his spear."

"O Alexander!" said Alice, "hae ye forgot yoursel athegither, or rather

hae ye forgot your Bible? Do ye no remember the purposes for which the

weak things o' this earth were chosen?"

"True, Alice," said he; "I stand corrected." And the father, the mother,

their armed sons, and the sheep and provisions which they brought with

them, were placed before General Leslie.

"Well, good folk," inquired the general, "what would ye wi' me?"

"We come, sir," said the elder Cockburn, lifting his bonnet, "to offer

you our best services o' heart and hand, and to--to----"

Here old Alexander, who, though one o' the most rigid and unbending men

o' the Covenant, was withal a man o' singular modesty, and, in some

respects, o' bashfulness, began to falter; on which Alice, taking upon

herself the office o' speaker, began to say--"Yes, your

excellency--that is, your generalship--we are come----"

But her husband gently pulled her by the sleeve, whispering, "Haud sae,

Alice, just let me gang on--ye ken it behoves a woman to be silent, and

in an assembly to open not her mouth."

Though an obedient and an affectionate wife, this was a point which she

probably would have been disposed to argue with him; but the general,

interfering, said, "Wi' your good leave, sir, I shall hear your wife.

Scotland owes a debt to its wives and mothers, which, as a nation, they

should be proud to acknowledge; they are manifesting a godly enthusiasm,

which is far, far beyond the boasted virtue o' the mothers and maidens

o' Rome, when they saved their city from destruction. Speak on, good

woman."

Alice, thus emboldened, proceeded--"Weel, sir, as my husband has said,

he and our sons have come to offer you their best services o' heart and

hand; and o' the little we can spare, we hae brought ye six sheep, six

firlots o' wheat, and six measures o' meal. The latter is but a poor

offering; but when, as a wife, I present to ye my husband, and as a

mother, my five sons, I trust that what we bring will not be altogether

unacceptable; while it shall be my care to provide means at least for

their support; so that, if they be not of assistance to ye, they at

least shall not be a burden."

The old general dismounted, and took Alice by the hand. "While Scotland

can boast o' such wives and mothers as you," said he--"and I am proud to

say there are many such--the enemies o' the Covenant will never be able

to prevail against us."

Alexander Cockburn and his five sons then began to erect a sort o' half

hut, half tent, beside those o' the rest o' the army, that they might be

always in readiness. And, oh, sir, at that period, Dunse Law presented

one o' the grandest sights that ever the eyes o' man were witness to. On

the side o' that hill were encamped four-and-twenty thousand men.

Lowest down, lay the tents o' the nobles and the great officers, their

tops rising like pyramids; before them were placed forty pieces o'

cannon; and between them were the tents o' their captains; and from

every captain's tent streamed a broad blue flag, on which was inscribed

the words I have already quoted--"FOR CHRIST'S CROWN AND THE COVENANT."

Higher up the hill were the straw-covered and turf-built huts o' the

soldiers: and from the rising o' the sun until its going down, ye

wouldna hae heard an oath or a profane expression amongst those

four-and-twenty thousand men; but, on the contrary, hundreds o' the

ministers o' the gospel were there, each man with his Bible in his hand,

and his sword girt upon his thigh, ready to lead his followers to the

battle, or to lay down his life in testimony o' the truth o' the

doctrines which he preached. Morning and night there was public worship

throughout the camp, and the drum summoned the army to prayers and to

hearing the Word, while the services were attended by all, from the

general down to the humblest recruit that had but newly entered the

ranks. At every hour in the day, also, from some part o' the camp or

other, the sounds o' praise and prayer were heard. Every man in that

army was an enthusiast; but he had a glorious cause to excite his

enthusiasm--the cause o' his Creator, and his country's liberty--ay, and

the liberty, the rights, and privileges o' posterity also. Yes, sir, I

say o' posterity; for it is to those men that we are indebted for the

blessings and the freedom which we enjoy beyond the people o' other

countries; though there are men who dared to call them _mere

fanatics_!--fanatics, indeed!--but, oh, they are fanatics that saved

their country--that braved oppression--that defied it even to death, and

that wi' their own blood wrote the irrevocable charter o' our liberty!

If they were fanatics, they were such as every nation in the world would

be proud to call its sons, and would glory to have possessed. They are

fanatics, if they must be called so, whose deeds, whose characters,

whose firmness o' purpose, the integrity o' whose principles, and whose

matchless courage, with the sublime height to which they carried their

devotion, despising imprisonment, pain, and death, render us unworthy o'

being numbered as their descendants. I canna endure to hear the men,

whose graves are the foundations on which are built our civil and

religious liberties, so spoken o'; I winna see their graves--I winna

hear their memories profaned. More fit we were to set up a national

monument in remembrance o' them.

On the day after the army o' the Covenant encamped on Dunse Law, the

king held a grand review o' his army by Tweedside; but just as the

review was over--and when the king and his courtiers were retiring, to

sit down to their wine, and their feasts o' fat things, and his poor

half-hungered soldiers to kitchen out a broken biscuit or a piece o'

bare bannock (while the Covenanters were living like gentlemen on

wheaten bread and flesh-meat every day)--some o' the Loyalists, that had

clearer een than others, observed the great camp upon Dunse Law, and the

hundred banners waving in the wind, and ran to communicate what they had

observed to the king. Charles, to do him justice, was a canny, silly

sort o' a body, but just infatuated wi' his ideas about his

prerogative--by which he meant absolute power--and his foolish desire to

force everybody to swallow a bishop, gown, sleeves, and all! However,

when he heard that the "blue bonnets were bound for the Border," he

spoke angrily and disdainfully to his officers, and upbraided them that

they had not brought him tidings o' the movements o' his enemies; and,

calling for his prospect-glass, he stood upon the bank o' the river--and

there, sure enough, to his sorrow and consternation, he beheld the camp,

and the multitude o' armed men. He even to a nearness counted their

numbers. Now, Dunse, as the crow flies, not being quite seven miles to

where the Tweed forms the border line between Ladykirk and Norham, his

Majesty spoke o' punishing the Covenanters for having broken the compact

that they had entered into not to approach within ten miles--forgetting,

be it remembered, that he was the first aggressor, in having sent his

troops to attack a party o' the Covenanters at Kelso; and forgetting,

also, that his army was unable to stand up, even for a single hour,

against the host who stood over against them. He soon, however, became

sensible o' his weakness, and he again began to offer liberal and

generous terms to his armed subjects; but no sooner did he find them

ready to accept them, than his kingly word became like a whuff o' reek

that has vanished out o' sight in the air!--ye may seek it, but where

will ye find it? The Covenanters were not willing to bathe their swords

in the blood o' their fellow-subjects, and the king was feared to

measure the strength o' his army against the blue-bonneted host.

But, as it is not my intention to narrate to ye a history o' the wars o'

the Covenant, I shall only say that the king, seeing he had no chance if

it came to a battle, consented to summon a parliament, and that

everything should be settled as the Covenanters desired. Both armies

were accordingly disbanded, and Alexander Cockburn and his five sons

returned home to their own house, and laid their weapons aside.

The old man said that "he trusted the time had come when in this country

the sword should be turned into a ploughshare, and the spear into a

pruning-hook."

But Alice answered him, saying, "O Alexander! a foolish thing has been

done by our rulers. They have got an assurance from the king; but they

ought to have made assurance doubly sure. You have read, and they must

have read--'Put not your trust in princes.' The day is not distant when

they will rue that they overlooked that text."

There was too much o' the nature o' prophecy in the words which Alice

spoke; for twelve months had not passed, when the mischief-making little

churchman, Bishop Laud, and other evil spirits o' a similar stamp, egged

up the simple king to break a' the promises he had made to the people o'

Scotland, and wi' a strong hand carry war and revenge into the country.

But, poor man, he reckoned without his host. His advisers were like the

counsellors o' Solomon's son--they advised him to his ruin. The news o'

his intention ran through Scotland like wildfire. Beacons burned on the

mountains--men gathered on the plains--and before the king was in

readiness to leave London, all Scotland was in arms. Old Leslie was once

more chosen commander-in-chief; and the same valiant men that the year

before had encamped upon Dunse Law, gathered together, and marched

towards the Borders.

They had reached Chousely, which is between three and four miles west o'

Dunse, when Alexander Cockburn and his sons again joined them, and

brought with them an offering o' provisions, as before. The general

again remembered and welcomed them; and he recollected them the more

readily, because Alice accompanied them. On the following morning, when

the army began to march towards the south, she took her leave o' them,

saying, "Fareweel, husband! bairns!--to the protection o' Him whose

battles ye go forth to fight, I resign ye. Pray ye that, whate'er

betide, I may be strengthened to bow my head, and say, '_His will be

done_!' Go, then, acquit yoursels valiantly; think on the sacred cause

in which ye are engaged, and trust in the Hand that will sustain ye.

Bairns, fareweel!--your mother blesses you!--she will pray for you!

Husband, fareweel!--look after our bairns. Alexander! ye are the

youngling o' my flock; and oh, hinny, my heart yearns for ye, lest ye

permit unworthy thoughts to arise in yer breast, that may deprive yer

young arm o' its strength."

"Fear not for me, mother," replied the youth.

She therefore returned home; and they proceeded wi' the army towards

Coldstream, from whence they crossed the Tweed, and proceeded, by way o'

Wooler and Longframlington, towards Newcastle, o' which town they came

within sight on the tenth day after entering Northumberland; but,

finding Newcastle strongly fortified and garrisoned by the king's

troops, under General Conway, they proceeded a few miles up the Tyne to

Newburn, where the civil war in reality began, and the first battle was

fought.

When the king's troopers heard that the Covenanters were encamped at

Newburn, they galloped out o' Newcastle, sword in hand; each man

swearing lustily that he would kill a dozen o' the blue-bonnetted

Jockies--as they called the Covenanters in derision--and boasting that

they would make prisoners o' all who escaped the sword. But when the

inhabitants o' the canny toon heard the braggadocio o' the redcoats, as

they galloped through the streets, flourishing their swords, "Dinna brag

tow fast, lads," said they, shaking their heads; "words arena deeds; and

tak care that each ane o' ye doesna catch a Tartar."

Next morning, the battle o' Newburn was fought; and the tone o' the

king's soldiers was indeed lowered. They were routed at every point,

they ran to and fro in confusion, and their panic was like a whirlwind

in a barn-yard. "The road to Durham--show us, show us the road to

Durham!" they cried; and, helter-skelter, neck-or-nought, leaving

swords, pistols, carbines, muskets, everything they could throw away, by

the roadside, away to Durham, and far beyond it, they ran.

Only five o' the army o' the Covenant were left dead on the field, but

among those five was old Alexander Cockburn, the husband o' Alice. After

the battle, his sons found his mangled and lifeless body in a narrow

lane, between two gardens, surrounded by a heap o' dead Loyalists, who

had sunk beneath his sword before he fell.

It is said that the first blow is half the battle; and it was so wi' the

Covenanters upon this occasion; their sudden victory at Newburn not only

struck dismay into the hearts o' the royal troops, but reason and fear

baith began to whisper their warnings in the ears o' the monarch. He

once more became a negotiator and seeker for peace with his

thrice-cheated and injured subjects. They remembered the divine precept,

to forgive their brother though he offended against them seven times in

a day, and they kept this commandment before their eyes in all their

dealings with the king. They forgave him his lack o' faith, and the

hollowness o' his promises; and, extending to him the right hand o'

allegiance, he once more gave his kingly pledge to grant them all that

they desired, and to ratify it by the acts o' a parliament. Puir man! he

had lang been baith king and parliament in his ain person; and he

conceived that in him dwelt absolute power, and absolute wisdom; but

little did he dree what a dear parliament the ane that he then spoke o'

was to be to him. It is distinguished by the emphatic appellation o'

"THE PARLIAMENT" even unto this day; and by that designation it will

continue to be known. Thus the arms and the cause o' the Covenant again

triumphed; and, the objects for which the army took the field being

accomplished, they were dismissed, and returned every man to his own

house.

With afflicted hearts, while they rejoiced at the accomplishment o' the

object for which they had taken up arms, the five sons o' Alice Cockburn

returned to Dunse. She was yet ignorant o' her husband's death, and

having been informed o' their approach, she met them at the door. She

stretched out her arms to welcome them, but they fell, as if suddenly

stricken wi' palsy, by her side; and wi' a trembling voice, and a look

that bespoke her forebodings, she inquired, "Where is _he_?"

They looked sadly one towards another, as if each were anxious that the

other should communicate the tidings. Her eldest son took her hand, and

said mournfully, "Come into the house, mother."

Their sorrowfu looks, their dejected manner, told her but too plainly

her husband's fate.

"He is dead!" she cried, in a tone o' heart-piercing solitariness and

sorrow, as she accompanied them into the house, where she had beheld

them equip themselves for battle.

"My father is dead," said Alexander, her youngest; "but he died bravely,

mother, in the cause in which ye glory, and in which a' Scotland

glories; and, to the deeds done by his hand on the day he fell, we, in a

great measure, owe the freedom o' our country, and the security o' the

Covenant."

She clasped her hands together, and sat down and wept.

"Mother," said her sons, gathering round her, "dinna mourn."

She rose, she wept upon their necks from the eldest to the youngest. "Ye

hae lost a faither," said she, "whose loss to ye nane but thae wha

kenned him at his ain fireside can estimate; and I hae lost hae husband,

who, for eight-and-thirty years, has been dearer to me than the licht o'

the sun, for wherever he was, there was aye sunlicht upon my heart. But

his life has been laid down in a cause worthy o' the first martyrs. I

hae endeavoured to pray--'THY will be done;' and pray for me, bairns,

that I may submit to that will without repining, for the stroke is

heavy, and nature is weak."

Again she sat down and wept, and now she lifted her hands in prayer, and

again she wrung them in the bereavement o' widowhood, saying, "O my

Alexander!--my husband!--shall I never, never see ye again?" And her

sons gathered round her, to comfort her.

On the day following, Alexander, the youngest o' the sons o' Alice, went

towards Polwarth, in the hope o' obtaining an interview with Flora

Stuart, whom he had not seen for several months; for, from the time that

he had joined the Covenanting army on Dunse Law, her father had

forbidden him his house. He spoke o' him as the young traitor, and

forbade Flora, at her peril, to speak to him again. But, as the sang

says,

Love will venture in where it daurna weel be seen;

and Alexander again ventured to see her whose image was for ever present

wi' his thoughts, as if her portrait were engraven on his heart. It was

about the back end o' harvest, and the full moon was shining bright upon

the stubble fields and the brown hills; he was passing by Chousely (or,

as some call it, Choicelee), the very place where his father, his

brothers, and himself, had last joined the army o' the Covenant, when he

observed a figure tripping along the road before him. One glance was

sufficient. He knew it was she whom he sought--his own Flora. He ran

forward.

"Flora!" he cried, "stop, dear--stop--it is me!"

She turned round and said, "Sir!"

The cold abruptness of that word "sir!" was like a dagger driven through

his bosom, and for a moment he stood before her, in silence and

confusion, as one who has been detected o' some offence. But true

affection is never long either in finding words or an equivalent for

them.

"Flora," said he, holding out his hand, "it is long since we met, I hae

suffered affliction since then, and encountered danger, and considering

the long, long friendship--the more than friendship, Flora--that has

been between us, and the vows we have exchanged wi' each other, I think

I micht have expected something mair frae ye now than--'Sir!' Is your

heart changed, Flora--hae ye forgot me--or do ye wish to forget me?"

"No, Alexander," said she, "I hae not forgotten ye; nor hae I forgotten

the vows that hae passed between us, as my unhappy heart is a secret

witness; and if I did wish to forget ye, it wouldna be possible. For,

wherever I micht be, the remembrance o' you would come o'er my thoughts

like the shadow o' a cloud passing across a river."

"And after it had passed, would it leave as little impression upon your

heart, Flora, as the shadow o' a cloud does upon a river?"

"Alexander," she replied, "I am not gaun to argue wi' ye, for I canna.

But oh, man, ye hae drawn your sword against your king--ye hae fought

against him, ye hae been a traitor in the land that gave ye birth; and,

as my faither says, they who are rebellious subjects will never mak good

husbands, or be regulated by the ties o' domestic life."

"Flora," returned he, "I deny altogether that what your faither says is

correct. But, even allowing that it were, I deny that I hae taken up

arms against my king, or that I am a rebellious subject. We took up arms

against injustice, tyranny, and oppression; and the king had previously

taken up arms against us. Look at the whole conduct o' the Covenant

army--hae they not always listened to every proposal o' the king, and

trusted to his royal word as faithful subjects who were wishful to prove

their attachment to his throne and person? But where can ye point out

the instance that he has not fled from his engagement and deceived us,

and showed us that his promises and his pledges were not stronger than

burned straw? Even the last engagement which he has made, and by which

he is to secure to us the rights we have sought for, prayed for, fought

for, I believe he will break--he will try to evade it, and give us

vengeance in its stead--and if he does so, I am no longer his subject,

but his enemy, even though it be at the sacrifice o' you, Flora; and

rather than part wi' you, were it in my power, I would ten thousand

times lay down my own life."

"Alexander," added she, "I haena forgotten the days when we were happy

thegither, and when we neither thought o' kings nor o' onything else,

but our twa sels. But now my faither forbids me to speak to ye; and I

maun obey him. And though I think that, in the principles ye are

following, ye are wrong, very wrong--yet, Alexander, be ye rebel, be ye

what you will, there shall never be another name but yours dear to my

heart--though we ne'er meet again."

"Dinna meet again, dearest!" cried he; "we will meet--we shall meet!--we

shall be happy too! Never talk o' no meeting again." And they clung

round each other's necks and wept.

They wandered lang backward and forward, forgetting how the hours flew

during their lang, fond whispers; and Flora's father, attended by a

servant man, came forth to seek her. He vehemently upbraided and

threatened his daughter, and he as vehemently reviled Alexander. He

called him by names that I couldna mention, and that he bore patiently;

but he also spoke disrespectfully o' his mother--he heaped insults on

the memory o' his dead faither. Alexander could endure no more; he

sprang forward, he grasped him by the throat. He placed his hand upon

his sword, which he still wore, and exclaimed, "Sir! there is a point to

all endurance, and you have passed it!"

Flora rushed forward, she placed her hand on Alexander's

arm--"Forbear!--what would you do?" she cried; "it is my faither!"

"Nothing!" he replied, calmly, yet sternly; "I would do nothing; I have

borne much provocation, and acted rashly--for which rashness forgie me,

Flora. When I first drew my sword to resist oppression, I vowed that,

should I meet one that was dear to you in the ranks o' the oppressor,

though his sword should pierce my body, mine should no be raised against

him. Fareweel, dearest--happier days may come."

Four years had not passed, when the Covenanters found that they had but

small cause to be satisfied wi' the promises and assurances o' the king.

Provoked by his exactions, and his attempts at despotism, the people o'

England had taken up arms against him. Montrose, who had been one o' the

leaders o' the Covenant party, though a man possessed o' wonderfu'

military talents, was to the full as ambitious as he was clever; and he

hadna principle aneugh to withstand royal promises, smiles, and

flattery, he therefore turned traitor to the cause in which he had at

first embarked, and he turned the arms o' his Highlanders, and a body o'

fierce Irishmen, against the men whom, three years before, he had led to

battle. Again many o' the Covenanters rushed to arms, and amongst them

the sons o' Alice Cockburn.

They served as musketeers under Sir James Scott, and fought side by side

at the battle of Tippermuir. When, through the treachery o' some, and

the want o' management o' others, the Covenanters were put to flight,

the little band o' musketeers, seeking refuge in some ruined buildings,

kept up an incessant fire upon the forces o' Montrose, as if resolved to

sell their lives at the dearest price. Montrose, after many efforts

finding that they would not surrender, put himself at the head o' a

powerful body o' Athole men, and rushed upon the gallant band, who

defended themselves like lions at bay. O' the five brothers, who fought

side by side, four fell; and the youngest only was left, like a servant

o' Job of old, to tell the tidings. When Alexander beheld the dead

bodies o' his brothers lying around him, sorrow and revenge raged in his

breast together. His fury became as the fury o' a tiger that is robbed

o' its young. He dashed into the midst o' his enemies--he pressed

forward to where Montrose was, crying, "Vengeance! vengeance!" he

reached him--they engaged hand to hand. Montrose was pressed against a

wall o' the ruins.

"Fause traitor! renegade!" exclaimed Alexander--"here shall I die, the

avenger o' my country and my brothers' blood!"

His sword was uplifted to strike, when a body o' Athole men rushing to

the rescue o' their commander, the sword was shivered in Alexander's

hand, and he was made prisoner.

Several who had heard the words which he had applied to their leader,

and had seen his hand raised against his life, insisted that his

punishment should be death; and in justification o' their demand, they

urged the threat o' the Covenanters to do the same by whosoever Montrose

might send to treat wi' them.

A sort o' court-martial was accordingly held, and the fettered prisoner

was brought forth before a tribunal who had already agreed upon his

sentence. He, however, looked his judges boldly in the face. His cheeks

were not blanched, nor did his lips move with fear; he heard the charges

read against him--the epithets that had been applied to Montrose, who

was the king's representative--and that he had raised his sword against

his life. He daringly admitted his having applied the epithets--he

repeated them again; and, raising his clenched and fettered hands in the

face of his judges, he justified what he had said; and he regretted that

his sword had been broken in his hand before it had accomplished the

deed which he desired.

Montrose drew his brows together, and glanced upon him sternly; but the

young prisoner met his gaze with a look of scorn.

"Away with him," said his judges; "to-morrow, let him be brought forth

for execution. His fate shall be an example to all rebels."

During the night which he had heard to be pronounced the last o' his

existence, and throughout which he heard the heavy tramp o' the sentinel

pacing before the place o' his confinement, he mourned not for his own

fate; but the tears ran down his cheeks when he thought o' his poor

widowed, desolate, and unfriended mother!

"Oh, who," he exclaimed--"who will tell her that her bairns are wi' the

dead!--that there's not one left, from the auldest to the youngest!--but

that her husband and her sons are gone--a' gone! My mother!--my poor

mother!" Then he would pause, strike his hand upon his bosom, lean his

brow against the wall o' the apartment, and raising it again, say, "And

Flora, too--my ain betrothed! who will tell, who will comfort her? Her

father may bear the tidings to her; but there will be nae sympathy for

me in his words, nae compassion for her sorrow. Oh! could I only have

seen her before I died--had there been any ane by whom I could hae sent

her some token o' my remembrance in death, I would hae bared my breast

to the muskets that are to destroy me without regret. But to die in the

manner I am to do, and not three-and-twenty yet! Oh, what will my poor

Flora say?"

Then, folding his arms in wretchedness, he threw himself upon the straw

which had been spread as a bed for his last night's repose.

Early on the following day he was brought forth for execution. Hundreds

o' armed men attended as spectators o' the scene; and, as he was passing

through the midst o' them, he started, as he approached one of them who

stood near to Montrose, and he exclaimed, "Mr. Stuart!"

He stood still for a few moments, and approaching the person whose

appearance had startled him--"Mr. Stuart," he added, "ye hae long

regarded me as an enemy, and as a destroyer o' your peace; but, as one,

the very minutes o' whose existence are numbered and as one for whom ye

once professed to hae a regard, I would make one sma' request to ye--a

dying request--and that is, that ye would take this watch, which is all

I hae to leave, and present it to your daughter, my ain betrothed Flora,

as the last bequest and token o' remembrance o' him to whom her first,

her only vow was plighted."

It was indeed the father o' Flora he addressed, whose loyalty had

induced him to take up arms with Montrose; but he turned away his head,

and waved back his hand, as Alexander addressed him, as though he knew

him not.

Montrose heard the words which the prisoner had spoken, and, approaching

Mr. Stuart, he said, "Sir, our young prisoner seems to know ye--yea, by

his words, it seems that ye were likely to be more than friends. Fear

not to countenance him; if ye can urge aught in his favour--yea, for the

services ye have rendered, if ye desire that he should be

pardoned--speak but the word, and he shall be pardoned. Montrose has

said it."