MYSTERY. I. CURSE not the web of circumstance; II. And are the laws of sea and brook But fables in thine eyes? And are the leaves of nature's book Is there no God of law to look III. Are great worlds moving without plan? CHARLES T. LUSTED. Blackwood's Magazine. IN MEMORIAM-GEORGE BENTLEY. FRIEND, shall we never meet again By thy loved "waters of the West" ?1 Hast thou forsook the ways of men, Exchanged thy eager life for rest? Thou art not dead, thou art not far, Thou art not buried in the grave, But livest still, a power to save, To me, to more, a rising star. What wast thou, friend, of whom I sing? How shall I wed thy worth to rhyme? My voice is weak, or it would ring With such a theme, at such a time; For thou wast of the blessèd few Who ease the many of their load, Who set men forward on the road That tends towards the boundless blue. 'Twas not alone thy mind was rife With what the best and wisest sungThat Wordsworth, Lamb, wrought in thy life, And lived upon thy kindly tongue; But that thy life, averse to gloom, Still gave out light to all who groped, Till they, like thee, looked up and hoped The Father's house for all had room. 1 On the Pembrokeshire seacoast. The years have passed since first we met, And talked of Homer's "violet sea.' Now thou art gone, alas! And yet I would not have thee less than free. Good-night, dear friend! Sleep sound, sleep well, And gracious dreams be thine till dawn; And when thou wak'st, not far withdrawn May I be found. God work this spell! JOHN JERVIS BERESFORD, M.A. Temple Bar. THE SONG OF A HAPPY OLD WOMAN. SPRING came to me in childhood, long ago, And said, "Pick violets; they're at thy feet.' And I fill'd all my pinafore, and O, They smelt most sweet! Next, Summer came, in girlhood, long ago, And said, "Pick roses, they are everywhere." And I made garlands out of them, and O, They were most fair! Then Autumn came, in womanhood, you know, And said, "The apples garner; it is late." And I fill'd wagons with their load, and O, My store was great! Last, Winter comes; for Eld has brought its snow, From The United Service Magazine. BY C. STEIN. tively little is generally known, in its exact details, of the great struggle which here took place nigh four hundred years ago. Most people owe all their knowledge to "Marmion," and indeed, either directly or indirectly, almost all that can be told has been A thing, and supplement each other. study of the scene of action, local tradition, and place names eke out our knowledge where it is scantiest, and we are able to place before our mind's eye a tolerably coherent picture of the short and disastrous campaign THERE is no district in the realm of Britain richer in natural beauties than the borderland between England and Scotland; none whose every spot is more fecund with associations roman-repeated in the glowing tale; but there tic, historic, and poetic. For many are many points which will bear repetihundred years it was a debatable land tion, some which have not been made where, even during nominal peace be- use of by the great poet. We may tween the two countries, the wild and still be permitted to glean where he has unsettled men who dwelt on the fringe reaped, and to profit by the stores of each spent their days in the unceas- which he has long ago garnered. Hall, ing round of private feud and quarrel; Hollingshed, Pitscottie, Pinkerton, old and where, in the frequently recurring county histories, Weber's edition of a wars, the waters of the main boundary long descriptive ballad poem written in stream, the silver Tweed, were mud- the sixteenth century, all tell somedied by the passage of large armed forces, to which the raiders of the border attached themselves as light cavalry and scouts, exulting in the opportunity of licensed and widely extended rapine. For the most part waste and roadless, fortresses clustered thickly on either side to guard the tracks and fords; every farmhouse was a fine tower built more for defence and shelter from a foe than for any other purpose; and the slender population of the humbler class was in constant readiness to fly to a secure fastness, or to collect in arms, according to the strength of sudden attack and the possibility of friendly support. The poetry of the border fills volumes; its history is the tale of the relations between two kingdoms; its romance has been a rich mine for many authors, from the great Sir Walter to countless literary pigmies. All three are our heritage to-day, and, if we will, they are to be enjoyed in the environment of its exceeding loveli Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear, The claim of supremacy set up by Edward I., and persevered in by all his successors, had been the cause of undying hostility between England and Scotland. It was a right which one nation would not abandon, and to which the other, by many instances of stern resistance, had shown that it would never submit. The history of both for more than a hundred years had been one of inveterate war, or short and doubtful truce. In 1496, James IV. of Scotland led a force into. Northumberland in support of Perkin Warbeck, the pretender to the English crown, and, in retaliation, BerwickOf all the places where a traveller shire was invaded by the English in may linger in study and meditation, of 1497. James, however, abandoned all the scenes that have been theatres Perkin Warbeck's cause, and a truce of of great events in our island story, of seven years was arranged between the all the land which now combines the rival kingdoms. The wise and polite wild beauties of nature with the fair- Henry VII., anxious to inaugurate an ness of peaceful cultivation, there is era of tranquillity, agreed to give his no spot more pregnant with memories, daughter Margaret iu marriage to none more deserving of critical exam- James IV., and on the occasion of this ination, none with a greater individual alliance, which took place in 1502, a charm, than Flodden Field. Compara-treaty of perpetual peace was signed. ness. On the accession of Henry VIII. to the | monarch's call to arms was eagerly and throne of England, dissensions very promptly obeyed. The tidings of this rapidly arose between him and his national movement came to the Earl of brother-in-law. There was constant Surrey, who had been left by Henry trouble on the borders, and James had VIII. as lieutenant-governor of the reasonable cause to consider that he kingdom, with special charge to guard was injured in some of the later dis- against a Scots' invasion, and he sent turbances. On the other hand, the Sir William Bulmer with two hundred brothers Barton, who had fitted out mounted archers to watch and scout on two armed ships by the authority of the border, while he took vigorous the king of Scotland, had committed measures to collect a force which would acts of piracy at sea, and had been en- be able to protect England. The pregaged and defeated by the sons of the caution was taken none too soon. The Earl of Surrey. There was therefore first rumor of intended hostilities was sufficient matter of dispute, and the ill- sufficient to set the border in a flame; feeling was inflamed by French influ- and Alexander Lord Home, who only ence. War was about to break out a few years before had succeeded his between France and England, and father as chamberlain of Scotland, and Louis XII. was desirous of renewing was, moreover, warden of the marches, the hereditary alliance with Scotland, having collected a force of three or four in order that apprehension of attack thousand men, was already on the from the north might prevent Henry march through Northumberland, and VII. from invading his kingdom. had struck the first blow by rifling and French gold was lavished among the burning seven villages where he colScottish nobles and men who had influ- |lected considerable spoil. Sir William ence with James, while Anne of Bretagne, the queen of France, flattered his romantic gallantry by calling herself his lady-love, and conjuring him to march three miles on English ground for her sake. Bulmer was a man of action and resource. Round his nucleus of archers he gathered some of the English gentlemen of the border with their followers, and swelled his command to nearly a thousand strong. Even so he was In June, 1513, Henry VIII. sailed too weak to meet Home in direct comfor France with a gallant army, and bat, but, lying in wait on the Scottish entered upon the siege of Terouenne. line of retreat, he concealed his small James then took a decided step, and force in the thick broom which clothed sent a herald to the English king's Millfield Plain. Home's men, laden camp, demanding that he should cease with spoil and straggling in careless from aggressions upon Scotland's ally, and disordered march, thought not of and furthermore, recalling the old sub-possible attack. Suddenly the deadly jects of quarrel originating on the bor- shower of arrows from an unseen foe ders and at sea. This was equivalent to a declaration of war, and was received as such by Henry. A scornful reply was sent, but before the herald returned to Scotland, hostilities had begun, the great battle had been fought, aud James IV. was dead. When war had appeared imminent, the note of preparation sounded through Scotland, and James summoned his whole kingdom's strength to make ready to take the field. No Scottish sovereign had ever been more popular, and, though thinking men had denounced the war as imprudent, the whistled through their files, and the continuous discharge laid low five or six hundred. Unmarshalled, bewildered, and unknowing the strength of the enemy, they fell easy victims to the subsequent charge of Bulmer's mail-clad horsemen, and pressed to the Tweed in headlong flight. Lord Home's brother with two hundred men were left prisoners in the hands of the victors. All their booty and many horses were lost, and the march warden himself with the rout of the panic-stricken fugitives only found safety after crossing the Tutford. This skirmishi was afterwards consid ered by the Scots as an ill omen at the trained and disciplined troops would thousand men to invade England, he would certainly never think of assembling his whole army in one spot or of moving it on one line of approach, but his corps d'armée would be organized at several different points, and would be moved towards their objective by different routes within supporting distance of each other. It is possible that, even in the sixteenth century. though we have no suggestion of the fact in contemporary records, this was practically done, and that, though the king of Scotland's headquarters were at Edinburgh, many of his contingents may have been assembled at points miles apart, and that the whole may have been finally moved on a broad front. Whatever was really done, we must recognize no mean degree of military skill in the leaders who could produce order in an assemblage of contingents arriving in unknown strength, composed of men unused to discipline and untrained to manœuvre, led by chiefs and nobles jealous of their digIt is difficult to realize in our days nity and unwilling to acknowledge the what were the conditions of a great authority of any but a feudal superior. feudal array such as is said to have Each man who was summoned to the been concentrated and encamped for a field brought with him, as we know, time under the stately and aged oaks, provision for forty days, but much then scattered over the Boroughmuir, extra food must have been required and which moved at the command of even for the soldiery, and the horse the gallant, chivalrous king. An as- provender must have demanded careful sembly of one hundred thousand thought and provision. The sick, no on doubt, remained where they fell, and will and self-confidence refused to be were not allowed to encumber the influenced. The English border formarch, or, if they were not important tresses presented themselves before personages, to have men told off for him. They might easily have been their attendance. Transport must have masked and disregarded, but he set been provided for a certain number of himself to work to reduce them, wasttents and stores, and the officers must ing, in the trivial operations, time, have maintained a fair discipline; for, energy, and, above all, his limited though it was in the nature of things food-supplies. Norham Castle was the that numbers in the vast army should first to be attacked, and its commander supply their immediate wants by help- offered a stout resistance. The Scoting themselves to the resources of the tish batteries were established country through which they passed, Ladykirk bank, but had little effect on there is no record in any chronicle of the strong old walls, and it was not till great excesses having been committed the fifth day of the siege that a breach while the force was in a friendly coun- was made in the defences. Legend try. When, too, the movement to the tells us that a traitor in the garrison, border began, the fifty or sixty miles under promise of reward, indicated to march to the Tweed was accomplished James where the wall was weakest and over the rude tracks, which then did how the first position of his artillery duty for roads, in six or seven days, no was defective. Poetic justice was despicable rate of progress to have meted to the villain, who was hanged been maintained by so large a force, by the king, and the place of his exeand reflecting the utmost credit on cution was known in days long after as those who directed and superintended the Hangman's Land. The castles of the movement. Wark and Etal were the next to fall, and then came the turn of Ford, which was fated to be a final stumbling-block in the path of James's fortunes. chatelaine of Ford was Lady Heron, the wife of Sir William Heron, who was at that time a prisoner in Scotland, having been surrendered by Henry VII. on account of his share in the murder of Sir Robert Ker of Cessford by his brother the bastard Heron. There is an old tradition that James had been for many years (since 1500) enamoured of Lady Heron. Whether this was the case or no, she now appears to have entangled him by her fascinations, and the warrior king, forgetful of his duty to his country and his army, could not withdraw himself from her society. There is a vague story that James's natural son, the Archbishop of St. Andrew's, who accompanied him on the campaign, also fell a victim to Lady Heron's daughter, but as there is no Miss Heron mentioned in the family genealogy, this may be doubted. At Ford Castle, therefore, the Scottish king dallied, and the tapestried room is still shown, in the old part of the castle, which now belongs On the 21st August the Scottish army was at Coldstream; on the 22nd the Tweed was crossed, and a camp was formed at Twisel, where the Till joins the great river. Here there was a delay of two days before further operations were undertaken. James had now a great opportunity before him. There was not yet collected in the field against him any considerable force, and, with the great army under his command, the whole of the north of England lay at his mercy. It may well be believed that Carlisle, Newcastle, Durham, and York, might easily have been taken, and the surrounding districts overrun. A great moral effect might have been produced upon the enemy, the supplies of his army might have been renewed, and his followers might have been enriched and encouraged by plenteous spoil. But the king was no Bruce or Douglas. With all his personal gallantry, all his military aspirations and thirst for glory, he was no strategist. He had no experienced soldier at his side to advise him, or if there was any one who might have given him sound counsel, his own self The |