Now Tam, O Tam! had they been queens A" plump an" strapping, in their teens; Their sarks, instead o" creeshie flannen, Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!
Thir breeks o" mine, my only pair, That ance were plush o" guid blue hair, I wad hae gi"en them aff my hurdies, For ae blink o" the bonnie burdies!
But wither"d beldames auld and droll, Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal, Louping and flinging on a crummock, I wonder didna turn thy stomach.
But Tam kenn"d what was what fu" brawlie, There was a winsome wench and walie, That night enlisted in the core, (Lang after kenn"d on Carrick sh.o.r.e!
For monie a beast to dead she shot, And perish"d monie a bonnie boat, And shook baith meikle corn and bear, And kept the country side in fear).
Her cutty sark o" Paisley harn, That while a la.s.sie she had worn, In longitude though sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie: Ah! little kenn"d thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi" twa pund Scots ("twas a" her riches), Wad ever graced a dance o" witches!
But here my muse her wing man cour: Sic flights are far beyond her power: To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was an" strang), An" how Tam stood like ane bewitch"d, An" thought his very een enrich"d: Even Satan glowr"d and fidg"d fu" fain, And hotch"d and blew wi" might and main: Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a" thegither, And roars out, "Weel done, Cutty sark!"
And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the h.e.l.lish legion sallied.
As bees bizz out wi" angry fyke, When plundering herds a.s.sail their byke; As open p.u.s.s.ie"s mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud,-- So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi" monie an eldritch screetch and hollow.
Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou"ll get thy fairin"!
In h.e.l.l they"ll roast thee like a herrin"!
In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin"!
Kate soon will be a waefu" woman!
Now do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the key-stane o" the brig; There at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they darena cross.
But ere the key-stane she could make, The fient a tail she had to shake!
For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon n.o.ble Maggie press"d, And flew at Tam wi" furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie"s mettle-- Ae spring brought aff her master hale, But left behind her ain grey tail: The carlin caught her by the rump, An" left poor Maggie scarce a stump.
Now, wha this tale o" truth shall read, Ilk man and mother"s son take heed: Whene"er to drink you are inclined, Or cutty sarks run in your mind, Think ye may buy the joys o"er dear, Remember Tam o" Shanter"s mare."
CHAPTER XIX.
Sir Walter Scott, the "Great Unknown"--His belief in Superst.i.tion--How his Tales of Fiction are composed--A Town-Clerk frightened by an Apparition--A Ghost that did not understand Erse, but could communicate in Latin--Lovel and Edie Ochiltree--Discovery of Hidden Treasure by Occult Science--"Rob Roy"--Fairies"
Caverns--Supposed Apparition in the Trossachs--Elfin People at the Firth of Forth--A Minister taken away by Fairies--Dame Glendinning"s Tale--Lines from "Marmion"--A Fairy Knight--Mysterious Steed.
Sir Walter Scott, the "Great Unknown," was sensibly affected by his country"s tales of witches, fairies, and ghosts. Whether the fear he entertained proceeded from early impressions, or whether an awe imperceptibly crept over him, through his frequent communings with old people (when he was in more advanced life) who had no doubt of the existence of witches and spirits, good and bad, visiting the earth, and performing acts of benevolence or malevolence, according to the inclination or caprice of the uncanny or unearthly agent, we cannot say; but of one thing there can be no doubt, that even in years of maturity he believed there were spirits that appeared to men, and a.s.sisted them to perform actions they could not have done without superhuman aid, and that by such beings future events were made known.
Were it not for the dash of superst.i.tion he threw here and there into his tales, they would be comparatively of a commonplace description.
Like other writers of fiction, or authors whose writings rest on a slender foundation of truth, Sir Walter Scott often brings forward a witch, wizard, gipsy, fairy, ghost, and other spirits. A haunted castle, a fortune-teller, and a good or evil genius are as indispensable in a good story as a cruel parent, a rich uncle, and a disappointed lover. None knew better than the great Scottish novelist how to work on his readers" feelings; and hence his success.
Sir Walter tells, in the _Antiquary_, a story of Rab Tull, the town-clerk, being in an old house searching for important doc.u.ments, but who was obliged to go to bed without finding them. The bodie had got such a custom of tippling and tippling with his drunken cronies, that he could not sleep without his punch, and as usual he took his gla.s.s that evening. In the middle watches of night he had a fearful wakening--he was never himself after it--and was stricken with the dead palsy that very day four years. He thought he heard the bed curtains move, and out he looked. Before him appeared an old gentleman in a queer-fashioned dress. Rab, greatly frightened, asked the apparition (for it was a spirit that stood before him) what it wanted. The spirit answered in an unknown tongue. Rab replied in Erse, but the spirit did not seem to understand this language. In his strait, the clerk bethought him of two or three words of Latin he used in making out the town"s deeds; and no sooner had he tried the strange object before him with these, than out came such a blatter of Latin, that Rab Tull--who with all his pretensions was no great scholar--was overwhelmed. It then made a sign to Rab to follow it. He followed up-stairs and down-stairs to a tower in a corner of the house. There the ghost pointed out a cabinet, and suddenly disappeared. In a drawer of that repository the missing deed was found.
Lovel, after shooting M"Intyre in a duel, fled from justice, under the guidance of old Edie Ochiltree. Exhausted by excitement and a long walk through a thicket, they reached a cave with narrow entrance, concealed by the boughs of an oak. Pa.s.sing through the aperture, not much larger than a fox-hole, they reached the interior. Lovel was led to a narrow turnpike stair leading to a church above. In the evening they reached a spot which commanded a full view of the chancel in every direction. Ere long, Lovel was startled by the sound of human voices. Two persons, with a dark lantern, entered the chancel. After conversing together some time in whispers, Lovel recognised the voice of Dousterswivel, p.r.o.nouncing in a smothered tone, "Indeed, mine goot sir, dere cannot be one finer hour nor season for dis great purpose.... I will show you all de secrets dat art can show--ay, de secret of de great Pymander." The other individual turned out to be Sir Arthur Wardour, and their business evidently had reference to the discovery of hidden treasure, by means of consulting the heavenly bodies or some friendly spirit. Before Sir Arthur and Dousterswivel left the ruins of St. Ruth, they found a casket containing gold and silver coins. These two worthies, along with Mr. Oldenbuck, set out, on another occasion to search for treasure at the ruins of St. Ruth.
Arrived at the scene of operations, the Antiquary addressed the adept Dousterswivel: "Pray, Mr. Dousterswivel, shall we dig from east to west, or from west to east? or will you a.s.sist us with your triangular vial of May-dew, or with your divining-rod of witch-hazel?" This was said tauntingly, yet nevertheless they proceeded to dig, in the hope of finding treasure; and sure enough, a chest containing ingots of silver to the value of a thousand pounds was discovered. Dousterswivel claimed the credit of bringing about the discovery. Mr. Oldenbuck refused to give him any credit, telling him that he came without weapons, and did not use charms, lamen-sigel, talisman, spell-crystal, pentacle, magic-mirror, nor geomantic figure. "Where," asked the Antiquary, "be your periapts, and your abracadabras, man? your May-fern, your vervain--
"Your toad, your crow, your dragon, and your panther, Your sun, your moon, your firmament, your adrop, Your Lato, Azoch, Zernich, Chibrit, Heautarit, With all your broths, your menstrues, your materials, Would burst a man to name?"
Dousterswivel, like all others who resort to enchantments, believing in the existence of hobgoblins and divination, was not certain but his own art had really contributed to the success of his party. Chagrined at the treatment of Mr. Oldenbuck, and separated for a time from Sir Arthur, he was glad to enter into conversation with Edie Ochiltree, who witnessed the finding of the treasure with a keen eye to future operations. Edie had surrept.i.tiously obtained possession of the treasure box-lid, and on it he and the conjurer were able to decipher, "Search number one." The old beggar, who knew many of the traditions of the country, told Dousterswivel that the remains of Malcolm the Misticot were, along with a large amount of gold and silver, buried somewhere at St. Ruth. Moreover, he recited the old prophecy:
"If Malcolm the Misticot"s grave were fun", The lands of Knockwinnock are lost and won."
They resolved to return to the ruins of St. Ruth at midnight to make another search, not on account of Sir Arthur or Mr. Oldenbuck, but for themselves. Neither gold nor silver were found; but those engaged in the search got a fright, one supposing he saw evil spirits rising from the earth"s bowels, and the other that he was chased by a ghost on horseback. A series of interesting incidents connected with adventure, love, and crime follow. Dousterswivel was discovered to be an impostor; certain persons engaged in a dark plot were cut off by death, but the virtuous were rewarded.
Sir Walter Scott, in _Rob Roy_, makes mention of an eminence or mound near the upland hills, whence the Forth springs, supposed by the people in the neighbourhood to contain within its unseen caverns the palaces of fairies; and in his Notes to _Rob Roy_ it is stated that the lakes and precipices, amidst which the river Forth has its birth, are still, according to popular tradition, haunted by elfin people. In one note the reader is informed that the Rev. Robert Kirk, who died at Aberfoyle in the year 1688, was supposed to have been taken away by fairies. Mr. Kirk was walking near his manse on a _Dun Shie_, or fairy mound, when he sank down apparently in a faint, and seemingly died.
The body was supposed to be buried, but shortly afterwards he appeared in living form to a friend, to whom he told that he was not dead, but in fairyland, whither he was carried at the time he fell down in a swoon. The reverend captive gave directions how he might be rescued by him; but the person who was appointed to perform the prescribed ceremony failed to proceed as directed, and Mr. Kirk, who had been twice seen after his supposed death, never appeared again.
As we are writing of Rob Roy"s country, and of an incident connected with the fate of a minister there, we suddenly break the thread of our narrative, to introduce the particulars of a most extraordinary circ.u.mstance connected with another clergyman in that quarter.
A few years ago, about 1870, a most respectable gentleman belonging to Edinburgh, devoid of superst.i.tious fear, told the writer: "In the autumn I was enjoying the retirement and grandeur of the Trossachs and surrounding district. The lake, the hill, the dale, and, above all, the people, interested me. Often was I in the humble cot, and, although a sojourner, I became acquainted with families in the more exalted positions in society. Among others, I gained the friendship of a venerable clergyman, whose charity and piety were known far and near.
"While I had my residence in the Trossachs Hotel, the clergyman, I was told, one day was dangerously ill. Next morning, before starting with a few friends up Loch Katrine, I sent to inquire after the invalid"s health. The answer returned conveyed the impression that he was fast sinking. We proceeded up the lake, and came back by the last boat for the day. We took outside seats on the coach, and while turning a corner of the road, about half-way between the lake and the hotel, I and several other pa.s.sengers (including the captain of the Loch Katrine steamer and the driver) observed a gentleman pa.s.sing us, whom we all declared was the clergyman. Trusting our sight, we thought it most extraordinary that a man, considered to be dying in the morning, should be seen in the evening on the highway, far from home.
"The steamboat being unusually late of arriving at her destination, the sun had gone down, and the shades of night were closing over us before half our journey by coach could be accomplished, still it was not so dark when the figure of the pious minister appeared but that one might not only see the figure of a man, but observe his every feature. The sight struck all, who recognised in the traveller the invalid minister with amazement, and some with fear. On the coach arriving at the hotel, a messenger was despatched to inquire after the reverend gentleman"s health. The answer received disclosed the startling intelligence that the clergyman had expired shortly before the time we saw his figure walking with slow step and sad countenance towards Loch Katrine."
But we now return to Sir Walter Scott"s works. Those who have read the _Monastery_ (and who have not?) may recollect of Dame Glendinning telling Tibb what she had seen on a Hallowe"en in her youth--which was as follows:--
"Aweel, aweel, I had mair joes than ane, but I favoured nane o" them; and sae, at Hallowe"en, Father Nicolas the cellarer--he was cellarer before his father, Father Clement, that now is--was cracking his nuts and drinking his brown beer with us, and as blithe as might be, and they would have me try a cantrip to ken wha suld wed me; and the monk said there was nae ill in it, and if there was, he would a.s.soil me for it. And awa" I went into the barn to winnow my three weights o"
naething--sair, sair, my mind misgave me for fear of wrang-doing and wrang-suffering, baith; but I had aye a bauld spirit. I had not winnowed the last weight clear out, and the moon was shining bright upon the floor, when in stalked the presence of my dear Simon Glendinning, that is now happy. I never saw him plainer in my life than I did that moment; he held up an arrow as he pa.s.sed me, and I swarf"d awa" wi" fright. Muckle wark there was to bring me to mysel"
again, and sair they tried to make me believe it was a trick o" Father Nicolas and Simon between them, and that the arrow was to signify Cupid"s shaft, as the Father called it; and mony a time Simon wad threep it to me after I was married--gude man, he liked not it suld be said that he was seen out o" the body!--But mark the end o" it, Tibb: we were married, and the grey-goose wing was the death o" him, after a"!"
The following lines appear in _Marmion_ in reference to a combat with a goblin knight:--
"Soon as the midnight bell did ring, Alone, and armed, forth rode the King To that old camp"s deserted round: Sir Knight, you well might mark the mound, Left hand the town,--the Pictish race The trench, long since, in blood did trace; The moor around is brown and bare, The s.p.a.ce within is green and fair.
The spot our village children know, For there the earliest wild flowers grow; But woe betide the wandering wight, That treads its circle in the night!
The breadth across, a bowshot clear, Gives ample s.p.a.ce for full career; Opposed to the four points of heaven, By four deep gaps is entrance given.
The southernmost our monarch pa.s.sed, Halted, and blew a gallant blast; And on the north, within the ring, Appeared the form of England"s king, Who then a thousand leagues afar, In Palestine waged holy war: Yet arms like England"s did he wield, Alike the leopards in the shield, Alike his Syrian courser"s frame, The rider"s length of limb the same: Long afterwards did Scotland know Fell Edward was her deadliest foe.
The vision made our monarch start, But soon he manned his n.o.ble heart, And in the first career they ran, The Elfin Knight fell horse and man; Yet did a splinter of his lance Through Alexander"s visor glance, And razed the skin--a puny wound.
The king, light leaping to the ground, With naked blade his phantom foe Compelled the future war to show.
Of Largs he saw the glorious plain, Where still gigantic bones remain, Memorial of the Danish war; Himself he saw amid the field, On high his brandished war-axe wield, And strike proud Haco from his car, While all around the shadowy kings, Denmark"s grim ravens cowered their wings.
"Tis said that, in that awful night, Remoter visions met his sight, Foreshowing future conquests far, When our sons" sons wage northern war; A royal city, tower and spire, Reddened the midnight sky with fire; And shouting crews her navy bore, Triumphant, to the victor sh.o.r.e.
Such signs may learned clerks explain, They pa.s.s the wit of simple swain.
The joyful king turned home again, Headed his host and quelled the Dane; But yearly, when returned the night Of his strange combat with the sprite, His wound must bleed and smart; Lord Gifford then would gibing say, "Bold as ye were, my liege, ye pay The penance of your start."
Long since, beneath Dunfermline"s nave, King Alexander fills his grave, Our Lady give him rest!
Yet still the nightly spear and shield The elfin warrior doth wield, Upon the brown hill"s breast; And many a knight hath proved his chance In the charmed ring to break a lance, But have all foully sped; Save two, as legends tell, and they Were Wallace wight, and Gilbert Hay.-- Gentles, my tale is said."
One of Sir Walter Scott"s poetic effusions has reference to a popular story concerning a fairy knight:--
"Osbert, a bold and powerful baron, visited a n.o.ble family in the vicinity of Wandlebury, in the bishopric of Ely. Among other stories related in the social circle of his friends (who, according to custom, amused each other by repeating ancient tales and traditions), he was informed, that if any knight, unattended, entered an adjacent plain by moonlight, and challenged an adversary to appear, he would be immediately encountered by a spirit in the form of a knight. Osbert resolved to make the experiment, and set out, attended by a single squire, whom he ordered to remain without the limits of the plain, which was surrounded by an ancient entrenchment. On repeating the challenge, he was instantly a.s.sailed by an adversary, whom he quickly unhorsed, and seized the reins of his steed. During this operation, his ghostly opponent sprang up, and darting his spear like a javelin at Osbert, wounded him in the thigh. Osbert returned in triumph with the horse, which he committed to the care of his servants. The horse was of a sable colour, as well as his whole accoutrements, and apparently of great beauty and vigour. He remained with his keepers till c.o.c.k-crowing, when, with eyes flashing fire, he reared, spurned the ground, and vanished. On disarming himself, Osbert perceived that he was wounded, and that one of his steel boots was full of blood.
Gervase adds, that as long as he lived, the scar of his wound opened afresh on the anniversary of the eve on which he encountered the spirit."
CHAPTER XX.
Lord Byron taught Superst.i.tion by his Nurse and others--Byron and the Maid in Green--The Maid"s Keepsake or Charm--Bridge of Balgonie--Byron"s fear to ride over it--His belief in Unlucky Days and Presentiments--Socrates"s Demon--Monk Lewis"s Monitor--Napoleon"s Warnings--A Sorrowful Tale--A Strange Story--Qualities of Mind descending from Sire to Son--Byron"s Fortune told by a Sybil--Hebrew Camyo--Abracadabra--Loch-na-Garr--Oscar of Alva--Byron"s last Instructions.