"O royal master! Sage! Lord of the Ring, Solomon wish'd, and the man vanish'd. Straight Up comes the terror, with his orbs of fate. "Solomon," with a lofty voice said he, "How came that man here, wasting time with thee? I was to fetch him, ere the close of day, From the remotest mountain of Cathay." Solomon said, bowing him to the ground, 'Angel of Death, there will the man be found." WALLACE AND FAWDON. THIS ballad was suggested by one of the notes to the Lay of the Last Minstrel. Wallace, the great Scottish patriot, had been defeated in a sharp encounter with the English. He was forced to retreat with only sixteen followers; the English pursued him with a bloodhound; and his sole chance of escape from that tremendous investigator was either in baffling the scent altogether (which was impossible, unless fugitives could take to the water, and continue there for some distance), or in confusing it by the spilling of blood. For the latter purpose, a captive was sometimes sacrificed; in which case the hound stopped upon the body. The supernatural part of the story of Fawdon is treated by its first relater, Harry the Minstrel, as a mere legend, and that not a very credible one; but as a mere legend it is very fine, and quite sufficient for poetical purposes; nor should the old poet's philosophy have thought proper to gainsay it. Nevertheless, as the mysteries of the conscience are more awful things than any merely gratuitous terror (besides leaving optical phenomena quite as real as the latter may find them), even the supernatural part of the story becomes probable when we consider the agitations which the noble mind of Wallace may have undergone during such trying physical circumstances, and such extremes of moral responsibility. It seems clear, that however necessary the death of Fawdon may have been to his companions, or to Scotland, his slayer regretted it; I have suggested the kind of reason which he would most likely have had for the regret; and upon the whole, it is my opinion, that Wallace actually saw the visions, and that the legend originated in the fact. I do not mean to imply that Fawdon became present, embodied or R disembodied, whatever may have been the case with his image. I only say that what the legend reports Wallace to have seen, was actually in the hero's eyes. The remainder of the question I leave to the psychologist. PART THE FIRST. WALLACE with his sixteen men Is on his weary way; They have hasting been all night, And now, to lose their only hope, The bloodhound's bay comes down the wind, Town and tower are yet to pass, With not a friend's abode. Wallace neither turn'd nor spake; Little had they said that day, But most went cursing then. Oh! to meet twice sixteen foes Coming from English ground, And leave their bodies on the track, Oh! to overtake one wretch That left them in the fight, Suddenly dark Fawdon stopp'd, He stumbled with a desperate oath, He said, "The leech took all my strength, My body is unblest; Come dog, come devil, or English rack, Here must Fawdon rest." Fawdon was an Irishman Had join'd them in the war; Four orphan children waited him Down by Eden Scawr. But Wallace hated Fawdon's ways, And at his words he turn'd, and said, "That's a traitor's lie. "No thought is thine of lingering here, A captive for the hound; Thine eye is bright; thy lucky flesh Hath not a single wound: Fawdon would not speak nor stir, Scorn'd or sooth'd, he sat and lour'd, Wallace drew a little back, And waved his men apart; And Fawdon half leap'd up, and cried, "Thou wilt not have the heart!" Wallace with his dreadful sword, Without further speech, Clean cut off dark Fawdon's head, Through its stifled screech: Through its stifled screech, and through The arm that fenc'd his brow; And Fawdon, as he leap'd, fell dead, Safe is Wallace with his men, And silent is the hound; And on their way to Castle Gask They quit the sullen ground. |