DRYBURGH ABBEY.

[The clever stanzas transferred from a late number of the Literary Gazette to No. 572 of the Mirror, are from the spirited pen of Mr. Charles Swain: they are the most poetical and appropriate of the tributes yet inscribed to the memory of Sir Walter Scott, although this is but mean praise compared with their merit. In the Gazette of Saturday last, the following additions are suggested by two different correspondents, "though," as the editor observes, "they are offered with great modesty by their authors.">[

And after these, with hand in hand, the Sisters Troil appear;

Poor "Mina's" cheek was deadly pale, in "Brenda's" eye a tear;

And "Norna," in a sable vest, sang wild a funeral cry,

And waved aloft a bough of yew, in solemn mystery.

"George Heriot" crap'd, and "Jenkin Vin" with prentice-cap in hand—

Ev'en "Lady Palla" left her shrine to join that funeral band;

But hood and veil conceal'd her form—yet, hark! in whisper's tone

She breathes a Christian's holy prayer for the mighty spirit flown.

A wail!—a hollow, churchyard wail!—a wild weird-sister's cry!—

Ah! "Annie Winnie," thou too here?—and "Alice?"—vanish—fly!

"Not so," they shrieked, "we'll see the corse—the bonny corse; 'twas meet—

And pity 'twas we were not there to bind his winding sheet."

Old "Owen" passed with tottering step, and lost and wandering looks;

"He's balanced his account," he cried, "and closed his earthly books;"

Bold "Loxley," with his bow unbent—unhelm'd "Le Belafré,"

Together pass'd—the archer wiped one silent tear away.

Stern "Bridgenorth," with his daughter's arm hung on his own, stalk'd by;

The blushing "Alice" veils her face from "Julian Peveril's" eye:

"Alack-a-day," 'Daft Davie' cries—"come, follow, follow me,

We'll strew his grave with cowslip buds and blooming rosemary."

In distance from the mournful throng, like stars of other spheres,

The lovely "Mary Stuart" pays the homage of her tears,

With "Cath'rine Seymore" at the shrine of Scotia's dearest name,

And with her bends the "Douglas'" knees, with bold young "Roland Graeme."

But hark! what fairy melody comes wafted on the gale—

Oh! 'tis "Fenella's" sighing lute, in notes of woe and wail:

"Claud Halero" catches at the strain, and mourns the minstrel gone,

"His spirit rest in peace where sleeps the shade of glorious John!"

With spattered cloak, the ladies' knight, the gallant "Rawleigh" see,

"Sir Creveceux's" plume waves by his side, and "Durward's" fleur-de-lis;

There "Janet" leans on "Foster's" arm—e'en "Varney's" treacherous eye

Is moistened with a tear that speaks remorse's agony.

Next, muffled in his sable cloak, "Tressilian" wends his way,

His slouching hat denies his brow the cheering light of day;

See how he dogs the proud earl's steps, as "Leicester" bears along

The lovely "Amy" on his arm through that sad mournful throng.

There "Lillias" pass'd with fairy step, in hood and mantle green,

Her sire, "Redgauntlet's" eagle eye is fixed on her, I ween;

And "Wandering Willie" doffs his cap, to raise his sightless eye

To Heaven, and cried, "God rest his soul in yonder sunny sky!"

Here "Donald Lean," with fillibeg and tartan-skirted knee;

There pale was "Cleveland," as he slept by Stromness' howling sea;

With faltering step crept "Trapbois" by, with drooping palsied head,

More like a charnel truant stray'd from regions of the dead.

And thus they pass, a mournful train, the "squire," the "belted knight,"

The "hood and cowl," the ladies' page, and woman's image bright;

In distance now the solemn notes their requiem's chant prolong,

And now 'tis hush'd—to other ears they bear their funeral song.


"Two beauteous sisters, side by side, their wonted station kept;

The dark-eyed 'Minna' look'd to Heaven, the gentle 'Brenda' wept;

Wild 'Norna,' in her mantle wrapp'd, with noiseless step mov'd on,

'Claud Halcro' in his grief awhile forgot e'en glorious 'John.'

The princely 'Saladin' appear'd, aside his splendour laid,

And only by his graceful mien and piercing glance betray'd;

The lofty 'Edith,' followed by the silent 'Nubian slave,'

Dropp'd lightly, as she pass'd, a wreath upon the poet's grave."