47 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b4f86576de43fe6a50ce2b91b1eeb348.pdf a2c4bc9d090508dd54ccdd6ca8444e99 PDF Text Text HUMOURS of the AGE : O R,* A 4 TOUCH on all TRADES, \ \ ' £T o which are added, The young MAN'S DECLARATION, A BONN Y H A R V E S WEE T W I F I E. H O M E . BRTANNIA'S MAIDENHEAD. P R IN ERTSON, �£ +4- ass 2= =rfr s= ixz. .... .. . ( 2 ) # +-h* = *=• ^y THE 'H U M O U R S O F THE A G E E N T L E M E h ' Farmers I pray you -attend Unto thefe few verfes which here I have penn'd, The lines mv dear neighbours are ahfolule new* BeBdes my ditty's both mercy andtrite. • < I Now when you repair to a maffalS or ralr, In the miJil of the crowd I bid you.take care ; Keep your hand in your pockefs, it is the bed way, l,eil v fome of the &arptr3-they inoujd you betray. •There is n\nir/ iiard&ipa -"that 'Farmers be fa!, Belides, death of cattle y which is the worjt oijill And if this holds on,- I'm apt For to fear, 'Twill make us drink water kflead^oF ftroug beer. ThereV wages for fervants, and the landlord's refit, And tythes for the parfon, t ? mi:ft have the tenths The reft of the taxes do go to the King, Which (hews that the Farmers hav* much to maintain, There's hunting and hawking is gentlemen's game, Whiljd we the poor farmers muft toil on the plain : Through cold, wind and ralvl, rouft toil all the day, We ? re ilaved like negroes* and nothing dare fay. If any poor Farmer isfcrc'd to the law, Then to pUntie it his gold Jie muft draw s Atui h't that wants money/ lie needs not go there, ^ HeVfcufTd like a.beggar, and>turn'd down the ftalr, T o find a j uft miller it is very rare, Or one that is hone ft, not "one in five fco.re, In grinding a firlof, they muft have a peek, : Incheating the farmers they are fo direct. The weavers they're cunning a^d apt to deceive, Our innocent wives, and make them believe, More yarn is wanting to finifh the web, 571s only ten hanks, and that does the job. BK km WmmM �( 3 5 The next is the taylor that's ne'er counted led, .He U both blood-thirfty, arid giv'n iQ'ile?.I ; The barber's his brother, I vow and proteft,. v You fearcdy c*n tellvwhich of them, isbeih The next is the (lioemaker in inidtl of the throng, He (wears that his (hoes they're both iirm and itrong'; Though the out fide, he giaz M the .irtfide's but flight, And foarce One in twenty among them is right. The tanners*: and fldnners,- and.glovera'alfo, And like wife the hatters, they make a fine ihovv : There's cheats irf'all 'trades amotion them you fee, So happy is the man that .is .honest free. The bakers a,re cunning in kneading the pafte, Their bread 's l ike a fp-unge and hov'd up with y a S- . t* The craft of the butchers'you never can find, • A s the half of their meat is blown up with v ' n d . The mafons and laborers, that work by the day, Although they work iiowiy, tliey mull have their payy They're fcaree worth half wages if .they had their due,.. Believe me dear neighbour it's certainly true. - 1 • '" 4 v The doctors and fiirgeons,forn£ fay they're to blame, W h o live by extortion, oft their /kill proves in vain, T o find a j m l doctor, yp-i certainly may, A s welV feek,a needle in a bottle of hay. \Qur great Ihop* keepers, ' i h their daily cry, Walk in gentlemen and fee what.you'll by ; By doubling their price, they hzvz vailed their flock, Believe me clear gentlemen, it is no joke, * •At lad ceme-s the blackfinith, that Ihonhl, have been He's alw^yp choai:'i up with a tcr.ifblc thrrii I rO:, . The next is the painter V-rh his coat of Uxk, " • T o find or.e that S Koneil you'll have much ad<>, ' fays tfis men take rrjore than theirdu**, Wiiich makv's-tfe p ^ ^ ^ l ' - m - l o b t wonderfulM^ Bu:';tt gr.r i U hfc/rcr^ciL^ V i l t i thera tW Out* v lfflH3HHM«HBB �{ 4 ) For fear that my liquor, fliould run in their head, I'll purify it well, though the colour be red ; Rum, gin, and, brandy, it ia all the fame, Confuming of money, and fp«foding of lime. There's fo many religions got up of late, Wju'ch caufes divifions in both church and ilate % The Old Church of Scotland i'il ever adore, And pray for King George although I be poor, Your ladies of pleafure that walk in the night, With their watches and tweezers and laces fo bright. If they meet with a flranger that lovc3 the old game, They will pick his pockets 'tis twenty to one. , For tricking and (harping, fe w can them excel, A s model! as ladies, and cunning as hell ; A s crafty as foxes that watch for their prey, ©ft leaving theirSweethearts their reckoning to pay. Our fervant girls they are turned fo proud, With their rings and rubies and black velvet hood, A s line as my lady, I vow and declare, Pray what /hall your madams of quality wean Now tea's turn'd fo common among great and fmall, W e muft be in fafliion whatever btfal ; A s the coal-heaver's wife laft day I did fee, With a peat cadgers wife fat drinking of tea* There's fcores in the city that's fcarce worth a groat, At once you'd not know the firftform of their coat, But now look like perfons of great quality, With their fugar and butter and be Bohea tea. Of our pipers and fidle'ra, arid beggars alfo, Some farmer*3 complain that to them they do go, And each mean trade and calling, he fays, it is fecn, That the poor farmer gets them all to maintain. But I hope by this faying, fuch farmers are rogue*, A uH would have all the kail pourM in their own cogs, But ftho would make proof of their great charity, Juil go to the market their hea's eggs to buy. �THE Y O U N G M A N ' S D E C L A R A T I O N . ^ O M E all you jolly lovers, I pray you attend* j Unto thefe few verfes which here I have penn'd, With a hard hearted mitlrefs, fhe ftiH bids me go, But what's that to any man, whether or no. With a hard hearted miftrefs, ilie ftiii bids me go, Scadation, donation, (he valin, Hie vo. She conquerM my heart, (he gain'd my elleem; She rallies me ftiil, as I were in a dream ; Yet her frailes do engage me, her frowns bids me go, But what's that to any man, whether or no. Yet her fmiles do engage me, her frowns bid me go, Scadation, donation, (he valin, fhe vo. She's tall as the cedar, (he's mild as the dove, She's every way neat, juil as one made for love ; Yet fhe has a cold heart, and that I do know ! But what's that to any man, whether or no. Yet file ha3 a cold heart, and that I do know! Scadation, donation, fhe valin, (he vo. Her forehead's like iv'ry, eyes like drops of dew, With cheeks like the cherries, fo pleafant to view ; Tier neck is as white as the new fallen fnow : But what's that to any man, whether or no, Her neck is as white as the new fallen fnow; Scadation, donation, fhe valin, (lie vo. She fmiles like a Venus, like a Siren fhe kills 5 My poor foiil with lorment, her cruelty fills, For me fhe defpifes, my folly makes't fo ; But what's that to any man, whether or no. For me fhe defpift:*,, my folly makes't fo ; Scadation, donation, fhe valin, (he vo. But my heart (ball nqt break for a woman alive ; I'll meet with fome kind one, who will me revive, And let the proud flubborn itand, for what I know, But what's that to any man, whether or no. And let the proud flubborn fta&d, for what 1 kimVj Scadation, donation, (lie valin, fhe vo, C �' ( 6;. ) , • So if I do live, and from troubles - keep free^; Pll think'lighter of her, than-ftie-.now.-.does-by rae# So let me be a roving, to another,Pi.l go,And what's that to any "map,/whether or no. So let me be a roving* to .another I'll go ; Seadation, donation, (he "vaHn,.-fh.e vo. H A R V E S. T H Q hi' E Ome lay by the fickle till next* furftmer fezrfon, Our hopes are compkated, out* harvest,is crown'd, T o r-ccompence laboi?i\'tis nothing but rcafon, With heart-giving cheer ihall the pi^her go;roundV Chorus. Tlien let us be joyous, For what fliould annoy us, Since Nature her ufual kindnefo out-tops, Come, fee, rural feflivit^, Feafants rejoicing o'er plentiful crops. No words, to the ear of. a pea fain are Iweeter, More pleating no found, than to found Haf.veit honie; The banquet of mirth is a BritifK champelre, Where all dnnk iuccefs to the plow and the loom, Then let us be joyous, et^. C T o ripen the grain. Cummer never felt warmer, F©r lap: year** defe£i, what an ample iupply I Without af)n| caufe we' are too apt to muimurj For Britons the choice (I of bklfiiige enjoy. Then let"us be joydus, etc, Thearts-wh^'velongdoom'd; peace & plenty pollcffing. New life from the year eighty-C%rf- will derive, Throughout tht whole kingdom a io pVailng, Gives vigour to trade, and make^ cnr»n\erce revive. Then let us.be j o y o ^ * . etc, The earth, teems with plenty,-our b:!eflings tire many/To c the hearts of the labouring poer, Who horn for - a- pound, of got>d breixl for a'pennyy v Th^y can't h • atd. they look for n-o.-'more. Thep.^t.us he jo.yo^;. v:e< wmm �To, mirth fe conxpktc ,110 ijitrudefs e'er ..break in, " l\To fotils• for'a wnfir'cSn be ha-^pier feen, Wedaiice* fing & drink to all friends round the Wrekin, Our fweethearts, our wives, & lofig life to the (Jueen-. C M O R IJ S, Th^en let ira'be joyous, For V/hal flv^bld annoy us, Since Nature her'4ifiial kindaefs out-tops, A • Co^iCy fee>,,r.«r;al fe.ftivity, Peafaata rejoicing,o'er^plentiful crops, ^.^aggfgXlg^^ A B O N N Y W E E W I F 1 E, ^ I N I had a wei jicmfe and a canty wee fire, J A bonny wee "Will& to praife and admire, A bonny wee yafqie a (He a wee burn, Farcwel to ttie bodies'thaV yamer and mourn, . C H O R U S And byde ye yet, and byde yc yet, Ye little ken what may betide ye yet: Some bonny wee body may be my lot, And I'll ay be canty wi' thinking o't. When I gang a field, and come bjime at e'en, J'11 gel my wee wifie fou neat arttj fou clean ; And a bonny wee bairuey upon her knee, That/il cry p.jppa or daddy to me. / And byde ye yet, and byde ve yet. Ye little ken what may betide' ye yet ; Some bonny wee body may be my lot, And Pll ay be canty wi' thinking O't. And if there Jhould happen ever to be, A'difference Vtweeti my wee Wifie and me ; In hearty good honour although fne be teaz'd, I'll kiD her and clap her until the be p!ea3'd» And byde j e yet, and. byde ye y e t ; Ye little ken what may betide ye yet | Some7 bonnv wee body may be my lot, Arid Pll'p^be d-iinry wi' thinking iru • J • • C . �< 8 BRITANNIA'S ) MAIDENHEAD. Y E fotis of Britannia your courage now raife, Your foes they again are creating a blaze; Our countrymen in Holland are treated with difgrace, A n EngKfhman there dare not hold up his face. W e Dutchmen in London may fee every day, Walking fafe in our ftreets* no affront to them we pay, While in Amflerdam they tell us.anEnglifhman's afraid, T o be feen go out or in, as they'd knock him on the head. Led on by the French,thofe well known crafty people, Whofe treachery'Bas great asthe treachery of the Devil, But let Frenchmen & Dutchmen, and Devils all unite, Still Britons mud conquer, for Britons will fight. King George can no longer fit tame on his throne* Op this bafenefs in nations indignant he looks down, T o hi3 faiiors and foldiers he then thus does fay, Again I mnft command you, again you muft obey. 'Tisthe goodof your country to keep her from wrong, T o arms then, my fens, be united and (trong, Prince William {hall lead you, with Rodney and Hood* W h o for Britain will wade middle deep up in blood. T h e houfes in Wapping will now rend the air, With the mirth of the wenches and each jolly tar, Thofe that flarved at home, having nothing to do, Will now on the ocean get wealth from the foe. A good health then attend them and every true blue, May they meet with fuccefs wherefoever they g o ; In fight may they conquer, from misfortunes be free, A n d return crown'd with wealth from the toils of the fea. G L A S G O W , Printed by J, B M . Robertfoni Saltmtrket, i B o f . e � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/37fd210933032ded187f83d927cf19fd.jpg 9214d4751912de56cd6a039e667e86af Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3238 Width 2009 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The humours of the age: or, A touch on all trades. To which are added, The young man's declaration. A bonny wee wifie. Harvest home. Britannia's maidenhead. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1801 Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923337953505154">s0368b44</a> Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a peddler with wooden leg and cane holding a book in an urban area on title page Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. A touch of all trades The young man's declaration A bonny wee wifie Harvest home Britannia's maidenhead Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed by J. & M. Robertson Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/dce4c92897363dc61c59ae264346bd54.pdf 27560582efd22bb0b5cfffdaf2807307 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/e15eb12bb27cfe660f0b0ed97cc54cc6.jpg e2169dc6950c64a6d363434b29b8718b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying a soldier wearing a helmet with feathers and cloak with ace turned to left https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5614df60ef2b4f0117d510caa1d8f4ae.jpg f8ee5eaaa30b807f13c432adf7fed57f https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c4cfeb05a77a9f7874ec5b0278a51717.jpg 1fb1fe353e712446025ea679990dcee3 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/14e9c8fdab28e5776fa46403075a5f70.jpg afc6c170d269be04b3676a37a5bb1176 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/bb5525afe1c7ab3361bafa4dbc48cb78.jpg 3acd9875f580e74751a671932f8439c6 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/446ea14720bdfd0e866113c6d79fb491.jpg b7c6aaba71c7569e4a2cb8c6849870ff https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a08a9bd826f7e22302349bffd735ba47.jpg ee67356a188ede4b912386d8f9c55c91 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/00bff6247123b8f70f3bd6d7b1fe9ec2.jpg fd7077bf37d5480db340df13d5ee4235 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 032: Title-page illustration of a soldier with his face turned to the left in an outdoor scene. He is wearing a feathered helmet and cloak. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Hunting of Chevy-Chase, A bloody battle fought by Earls Douglas and Percy. Where above fourteen hundred Scotsmen, and near two thousand Englishmen, were slain in one day. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923338033505154">s0094b31</a> Description An account of the resource 8 printed at bottom of page Abstract A summary of the resource. A popular ballad describing the battle of Chevy-Chase which resulted from the Earl Percy deciding to hunt deer across the Scottish border, which the Earl of Douglas had expressly forbidden. Percy brings his English force with him, which is then attacked by Scottish forces, leading to extremely large casualties on both sides, including both Earls and many named knights. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1840-1850?] ; per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="%20http%3A//special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Subject The topic of the resource War Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Otterburn, Battle of, Otterburn, England, 1388 Percy, Henry, Lord, 1364-1403 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): military Gender: man/men Weapons: sword(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/50b5cca8c80d44d4e8420a1cf683b268.pdf fa104ff8291aad59bf3371f7cb7b9bf6 PDF Text Text THE HUNTING OF CHEVY CHASE, A Bloody Battle Fought by Earls Douglas and Percy, WHERE Above Fourteen Hundred Scotsmen, and near Two Thousand Englishmen were slain in one day. FALKIRK : PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �CHEVYCHASE. God prosper lang our noble king, Our lives and safeties all A woeful hunting once there did In Chevy-chase befaL. To drive the deer with hound and horn Earl Percy took his way, The child may rue that was unborn. The hunting of that day. The stout Earl of Northumberland A vow to God did make, His pleasure in the Scottish woods, Three summer days to take ; The choicest harts in Chevy-chase To kill and bear away. These tidings to Earl Douglas came, In Scotland where he lay ; Who sent Earl Piercy present word, He would prevent the sport. The English Earl not fearing him, Did to the wood resort, With twenty hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might; Who knew full well in time of need, To aim their shafts aright. The gallant grey-hounds swiftly ran, To chase the fallow deer. On Monday they began to hunt, When day-light did appear ; And, long before high-noon, they had An hundred fat bucks slain; Then having din'd the rovers went To rouse them up again. �3 Earl Percy to the quarry went, To view the fallow deer ; Quoth he, Earl Douglas promised This day to meet me here; But if I thought he would not come, No longer would I stay. With that a brave young gentleman, Thus to the Earl did say, Lo, yonder doth Earl Douglas come, His men in armour bright; Full fifteen hundred Scottish spears, All marching in our sight; All pleasant men of Tiviotdal, Dwell on the river Tweed. Then cease your sport, Earl Percy said, And take your arms with speed: And now, with me, my countrymen, Your courage to advance ; For there was ne'er a champion yet, In Scotland or in France, That ever did on hoseback come' But, if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, With him to break a spear. Lord Douglas, on a milk-white steed, Most like a baron bold, Rode foremost of his company, Whose armour shone like gold. Shew me, said he, whose men you be, That hunt so boldly here; That without my consent, do chase, And kill my fallow deer. The first man that did answer make, Was noble Percy he, �4 Who said, we list not to declare, Nor show whose men we be, Yet we will spend our dearest blood, The choicest harts to slay. Then Douglas swore a solemn oath, And thus in rage did say, E'er thus I will out-braved be, One of us two shall die. I know thee well, an Earl thou art, Lord Percy, so am I. But trust me, Percy, pity it were, And great offence to kill Any of these, our harmless men, For they have done no ill. L e t me and thee the battle try, And set our men aside. Accurs'd be he, said Earl Percy, By whom this is deny'd. Then stept a gallant 'squire forth, Witherington by name; Who said, he would not have it told To Henry his king for shame, That e'er my captain fought on foot, And I stood looking on. You be two Earls, said Witherington, And I a 'squire alone; I'll do the best that I may do, While I have power to stand, Whilst I have power to weild my sword, I'll fight with heart and hand. Our Scottish archers bent their bows, Their hearts were good and true; At the first flight of arrows sent, They fourscore English slew. �5 To drive the deer with hound and horn, Douglas bade on the bent; A captain mov'd with meikle pride. The spears in shivers went. They clos'd full fast on every side, No slackness there was found, And many a gallant gentleman, Lay gasping on the ground. 0 ! but it was a grief to see, And likewise for to hear, The cries of men lying in their gore, All scattered here and there. At last these two stout Earls did meet, Like chieftains of great might: Like lions mov'd, they fear'd no lord, They made a cruel fight. They fought until they both did sweat, With swords of temper'd steel, Until the blood like drops of rain, They trikling down did feel. Yield thee, Percy, Douglas said; In faith I will thee bring, Where thou shalt high advanced be, By James our Scottish king, Thy ransom I will freely give, And this report of thee, Thou art the most courageous knight, That ever I did see. Nay, Douglas, quoth Lord Piercy then, Thy proffer I do scorn, I will not wield to any Scot That ever yet was born, With that there came an arrow keen, Out of an English bow, �6 Which struck Lord Douglas to the heart, A deep and deadly blow : Who never spoke more words than these, Fight on my merry men all ; For why, my life is at an end ; Lord Piercy Sees me fall. Then leaving life, Lord Piercy took The dead man by the hand, And said, Lord Douglas, for thy life Would I had lost my land. O, but my very heart, doth bleed With sorrow for thy sake ! For sure a more renowned knight, Mischance did never take. A knight among the Scots there was, Who saw Earl Douglas die, Who straight, in wrath, did vow revenge, Upon the Earl Piercy. Sir Hugh Montgomery he was call'd, Who with a spear full bright, Well mounted on a gallant steed, Rode fiercely through the fight. He pass'd the English archers all, Without e'er dread or fear, And through Earl Piercy's body then, He thrust his hateful spear, With such a vehement force and might He did his body gore; The spear went through the other side, A long cloth yard and more. So thus did both these nobles die, Whose courage none could stain. An English arclier then perceiv'd His noble lord was slain, �7 He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree, An arrow of a cloth-yard's length, Unto the head drew he ; Against Sir Hugh Montgomery then, So right his shaft he set, The grey-goose wings that were therein In his hearts blood were wet. The fight did last from break of day Till setting of the sun ; For when they rung the evening bell, The battle scarce was done. With the Lord Piercy there was slain, Sir John of Ogerton, Sir Robert RatclifF, and Sir John, Sir James the bold Baron ; Sir George and also good Sir Hugh, Both knights of good account; Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slain, Whose powers did surmount. For Witherington I needs must wail, As one in doleful dumps, For when his legs were smitten off, We fought upon his stumps. And with Earl Douglas there was slain, Sir Hugh Montgomery ; Sir Charles Murray, that from the field One foot would never fly : Sir Charles Murray of RatclifF too, His sister's son was h e : Sir David Lamb, so well esteem'd, Yet saved could not be. And Lord Maxwell, in likewise, Did with Earl Douglas die. �8 Of fifteen hundred Scottish men, Went home but fifty three. Of twenty hundred Englishmen, Scarce fifty five did flee; The rest was slain at Chevy-chase, Under the green-wood tree. Next day did many widows come, Their husbands to bewail, They washed their wounds in brinish tears, But all could not prevail. Their bodies bath'd in purple blood, They carried them away, They kiss'd them dead a thousand times, When they were cold as clay. The news were brought to Edinburgh, Where Scotland's king did reign, That brave Earl Douglas suddenly Was with an arrow slain. Now, God be with him, said our king, Sith 'twill no better be ; I trust I have in my realm, Five hundred good as he. Like tidings to king Henry came, Within as short a space, That Percy of Northumberland, Was slain at Chevy-chase. Of heavy news, king Henry said, England can witness be, I have not any captain more, Of such account as he. Now, of the rest of small account, Did many hundreds die; Thus ends the Battle of Chevy-chase, Made by the Earl Piercy. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ad4cabcc959dbfa99b275217fb61a5f9.jpg 7d66011b165f8a16a56175337528ef7e Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3016 Width 1822 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Hunting of Chevychase, A bloody battle fought by Earls Douglas and Percy, where above fourteen hundred Scotsmen, and near two thousand Englishmen were slain in one day. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1840-1850?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #25 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a stag on the title-page. 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Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/461ed0c2f566ff7cfbb4c4ef14442122.jpg 30323f3b112b024f7175f63aa1bde28d Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3364 Width 1891 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/61d943f410d5e2868bfbfe8efe801b7b.pdf 4558946f02b2f578669656640e6c3520 PDF Text Text TO WHICH ARK A D D E D , T h e R o v i n g M A ' I D S of E d i n b u r g h , THfe S W E E T TEMPTATION, THAT'S T H E REAL N A N N Y O F T H E DANDY. H I L L, G L A S G O W , P,R IN T E D B Y J. and M.RO B ER T S 6 N, , Saltmarket, 1802, �( * ) •if! THE INJURED FAIR. G O M £ l&ffes liften unto me, in country, town, and city, Let my downfal a caution be, to blooming maids fo pretty. 1 am a poor unhappy girl, upon the town applying, Becaufc I did believe Life man* full of deceit and lying. m H o R u s. .So* pray remember pretty maids* hpw often ye are warned, jFor when men once get their ends, by them you will be fcorned. Such flatteries to me he us'd, and prefects [ had many, Although Vd twenty for to chufc, I lov'd him beft of anj% * Blythe as the lark I was till he> of every joy bereft mc, Uut when he tad his will of me, be went away and left me. Qo pray, With a An around me on his knee, like Judas he would klfs me, And wifh*d the happy day to fee* in marriage for to blefs m e : | ft �f l ! ]M I 1. : ( 3 ) But, O alas ! The treach'rous youth; ' mod tfeach'rous did fcduce me, And when I alk'd him for to wed, he like a rogue refused me. So pray remember pretty maids, &Cr /Then of his tonqueft he did boaft, in man you know 'tis common, And brag'd to his companions all, how he betray'd a woman : However he has my ruin been, and I'm undone for ever; So now can man ever expeft, of woman any favour. So" pray, But yet I will not curfe the youth, but this I wifii in brief, Sir, That he may wed a drunken wife, then he'll have whore and thief, Sir j "Sufficient piniflbmerit I vow, for any man alive, Sijr; For he that's tyMto fucfa a Jilt, Fm fure can never thrive, Sin Pray, &e* |g|tth Now this is all the harm I wife, what think ye of my prayer ? A drunken wife to be the lot, of ev'ry maid's betrayer, A good wife is an ornament, and makes a husband prized, But may he get a drunken jilt, and fee.himfeif defpifed So pray remember pretty maids, &c* �( 4 ) T h e Roving MAIDS of E D I N B U R G H . T H E roving maids of Edinburgh, they are both brifk and airy, They make you n^.men to laugh at them* their head lb high they carry, Falder lal, dor ral lal. Now behold tliefe pretty maids, as they walk on the cauiway, With ruiile-cuffs and capuchins, and wow but1 they be faucy* Fal# &c» With fine Bet-hoods upon their heads? each flame a buckling comb 0 , Which mounted is with filver bright, , and fet with Briilo* ftone O. Fal, &c. Their lockets that bright do Ihme, a glancing broach below it. Their bravitie full well we fee, how pro^d they are to fiiow it. Fal, feci With new Miion'd caps of different fets, that are fo monftrous high O, S\ach flairy-gigs upon their heads, are frightful to thi eye O. F a l d e r , The other night I got fuch a fright, I bkii mc from all evil, When a lady came in ihining robes? I thought it was the devil. Fal der, �( 5 ) With a cap more high than grenadiers, and tmr drcft in fuch order, She appeared like to Margaret's gl|oft, come from the Stygian border. Fal, kc. . With filkeir hofe and fine pink Ihoes, they arc all trim'd and ready, It is not eafy for to know a fcogie from a lady. Fai de ral, &c. There's ladies bright fcts put at night, their figri is a white apron, All in the dark to feek a fpark, and wha but our mifs Katharine. &c. Some laffes then I do offend, in telling of their knavery, / For thafe's the way I'm bold to fay, that you've won $11 your brav'ry* tzl 3 &c» The roving maids bf Edinburgh, / ^ when they go to the daiicing, The young men all admire tile fport, they are fo neat and handfome* Fai, &c, It is well kent their face they paint, they are fo vain and idle, To bulk and clrefs more time they pafs, than they do on their Bible. Fal de, &c, With muffs and firls and cardinals, snadc of the fined fcarlet, They worn are, 1 do declare, by ma&y common harlot* Fal de, &c» * �Tkeif quality come (how to me, you'll know them by their cleiding* Dear neighbours then, I'll tell you plain, you'll find it by their breeding. Fal, &c. They curfe and fwear and domineer, and fwear like any randy, Their morning drink I really think, is.whifky, gin, or brandy. Fal de, &c» And if they chance to prove with child, or lofe their reputation, O then fets up a 'baudy houfe, and that's their occupation. Fal de, &c. Such bawds a n i bullies now turn thus, obferve the difmal ftory,.By hangy's hands their lives they end, and that's cali'd Tyburn's glory* Fal der ral, der ral l&L The S W E E T TEMPTATION- S A W ye the nymph whom I adore ? faw ye the goddefs of my heart ? And can you bid me love no more ? and can you think I feel no fmart I So many charms, around her {hine, who can the fweet temptation fly ? Spite of her fccrri, fliers fo divine, that I mud love her, tho' I die* �( 7 ) REAL DANDY. H E cant word throughout the town^ So fam'd and of fo great renown* Will Shortly. be, 1 hopes pulPd down* It took its rife from Brandy* The reafon is eafy underftood, A cobler's wife thought Nantz fo good* Who as Ihe fip'd the pleafant food, Cry'd ifn't that the Dandy.. The Gobler paffing by the Ihop, T o tafte the Cordial in did hip, And finding Nell had got a drop, He fpy'd a flkk moft handy. And round the Beggar*maker's place, With it poor Nell he did fo Jace, Till file with fad diftorted face, Cry'd, Jobfon that's the Dandy. OF this word he could make no fenfe, So liraightway dragged his chainier hence, But firft he paid dear twenty pence, That ihe had drunk in Brandy. And as he baui'd her'through-the ftreet, For ihe, the child, had loft her feet, To every perfon ihe did meet, CryM. that's the real Dandy. A chimney fweeper heard the fun, As he through the ftreet for foot did run,' Crying, fire and frnoke* we're ail undone, By drinkiBg ftout at Brandy. THAT'S THE �C 8 ) N A N N Y OF THE H I L L , S 3 I S T me, ev'ry. tuneful bard, oh lend me all your fkill | In cboicefi lays, that I may pr&ife, fweet Nanny of the hill. fweet Nanny of the hill. * How gay the glittering beam of morn, that gilds the cryfta! rill! But far more bright than morning light, fiiines Nanny of the hill Dear, etc. The gayeft flower, fo fair of late, the ev'ning damps will kill; But every day more frefh and gay, blooms Nanny of the hUh blooms, etc* Old Time arrefts his r&pi& flight, and keeps his motion ftlll, Refolved to fpare a face fo fair, a$ Nanny of the failL as Manny, etc* T o form my Charmer, Nature has exerted all her fldli, Wit, Beauty, Truth and rofy Youth, deck Nanny of the hill. deck, etc. And how around the feflive board, the jovial bumper fill, Each take his glafs to my dear iafs, fweet Nanny of the Hill. Dear,. etc. A G L A S G O W , Printed by J. and M. Robmfon, Saltmarkets 1802+ � Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Injured Fair. To which are added, The Roving Maids of Edinburgh. The Sweet Temptation. That's the Real Dandy. Nanny of the Hill. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923341203505154">s0367b41</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Roving Maids of Edinburgh. The Sweet Temptation. That's the Real Dandy. Nanny of the Hill. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1802 Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a woman sitting in a grove of trees with her hand held as if in prayer, on the title-page. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d2dd2d75d2adb9c6b116ee71073ccca7.pdf bf9d8e96e0e7a49a102ad3309026efe2 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3ea7a5d09a7461d37ffcc5ecdbe08936.jpg f929ee17492d4ee43be94e2cd66d4d36 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/cef690742e3bba93754186a3a6238436.jpg 8300f3ea17e7410ba8d5f1e5c1dca29b https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/fb62d4643f6c54913dc75bd0410fa828.jpg 0075f059e181bc13b0f0a3becaf87267 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/411360a7355a11273b4395552b169756.jpg f34bf54991534a2d02f5504b09a64760 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d64c7619db5dc9467191af9378f3a683.jpg ce6ee17c4b01f75df4a966531216549b https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b02abe480002e84eddd28db1a077c35d.jpg ce3d852e5e571478ee362c0a1f3ece7f https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/4479631bf21086e27beffd3fa57cbdd3.jpg 14e328056244a7053c1b5704584907dd https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/28224e119e1cf6309e6adbad303a3841.jpg 48276df948578bb2bbea122412fdbe15 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/cb145ba2b7abf5cf042022cf4cb9ed8f.jpg 0efd8a6bbbc3ed058db46a68541da14f https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0230e0c62db06dc24ad5dba640d49e93.jpg dde517e287b4caec3d9978d99a97ef4b https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/82638ad600cdd0824ba80949c10a8cae.jpg f849d91a98cd53a96c7b99d74253bdc7 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a9edb663d4433ea50386a4f71f82fae7.jpg 3eef32ac8fdab1cea4d04b26595bac32 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c213da72a2fd160bb1867fb4f6724a9c.jpg e8ca3e7bd45b3e5b94d65c53084bf1ea https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/775b0a580541bdb5801996cc75dad14c.jpg dcbae180111d53566e8f923f27e9117e https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7ba127aa3906db6ed3095230fa3086c5.jpg 5e4191f028f335ad5896d4965c5c159b https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/35cb40e34a3491a7b2bf2578b3d4167c.jpg f6bb2ba35a32e5e5ede52cff755faadc https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/954b07b33c91425868c2c56e1ce498e3.jpg 35c6b0c667cfd2af27c1a7a93237d57d https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3d829182e5815ebcdb76945e258559e7.jpg 0098ac649ce2088ddce4037c2856ab37 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d4056c34ad56498ef64f7ae2f81046b1.jpg 6b99ecce8547a6b6b164d8bc407cf367 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/04de9920973a9c487c815494e0470e57.jpg 9b1b1a08206ae034078cab5f04bd314d https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/9bfa7c3fac3435e645912e2ceeb82536.jpg a0b1decbeda2ece8cdc61034226141be https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a083624c0317283cdf10224328b6629d.jpg 6d9f247e910a620f7229d5d017d1dd2c https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/68ca70314b06374e65ef12f33c0e022a.jpg 914f94bb2919b3ba56b5fd46fde30892 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ec54b92cd6d31fa3947077fd2be7f815.jpg 16f500529f23fa263c93ffbe298e7c70 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Irish Assassin, or the misfortunes of the Family of O'Donnel. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923342923505154">s0081b08</a> <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134493505154">s0231b06</a> Description An account of the resource 77 printed at the bottom of the title-page Abstract A summary of the resource. A tale of love, tragedy, and despair in Ireland. The son of a lord falls in love with the daughter of a poor ex-soldier. He marries her in secret because he knows his father will never approve of the match. While he is away in Dublin, the corrupt family steward – who has been trying to win Maria’s affections for himself – attempts to rape her, but her father arrives just in time to knock him over the head and prevent it. In revenge, the steward exposes the secret marriage to the son’s father, who travels home and punishes everyone involved by imprisoning his own wife, beating his son’s wife to death, and burning the house of the old soldier. The son returns in time for the funeral where he murders his own father in front of the congregation and then attempts to commit suicide but is prevented. He is captured, but escapes and travels to Dublin where he murders the steward responsible for his grief. He is captured while fleeing once more, and commits suicide at his trial by throwing himself on the pikes that surround him. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840- 1840 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages 16 cm Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Dublin, Ireland Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/ Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #7 in a bound collection of 20 chapbooks (s0231b06) Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The misfortunes of the Family of O'Donnel Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Crime Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/28b7452aff10b35633135c812eaf63a9.pdf 6b264a138ae0ac431ad659cff41cc042 PDF Text Text T H E IRISH D R A G O O N S ; O II, Pretty Peggy of Derby O* T o which are added, T H E C O R D E L I E R. N O N - P E R F O R M A N C JA E. C K THE B R O O M - C U T T E R . L A M P T S W E E T O N'S M A R C R O B I N E G L A S G O W Prmted i>y J . 3c M . R O B E R T S ON. T T E. H, �4 * * " * • • * fV * * -* k * + + * * A• T H E I il l S H D R A G (7 O N S. T H E R E wa? a reg'ment o f Trf/h dragoons, 5 and they'were a marching t h r o " D e r b y O ; T h e Captain fell inlavewith th^yciir^eflcbarnhjermaid, si rid her name it was exiled pretty Peggy O . O corye coy n the flairs/ my pretty Peggy O , '(> came daivn the Hairs n>y pretty Peggy O i 0 come dou r, the Hair?v comb down your yellow hair, take ihv h4ft farewel of your deary O . W h a t would your matnpiv^hirk pretty Peggy O ? what would your rrfrtnroy think pretty Feggy O f W h a t would aiam think when fh<." hear* theguineasclink ? and the hautboys playing before you O J tore! you uovy as I told you before, and why fhoulvi you come far to plague me any more ; F o r I never do intend to go to a foreign land, as little go along "with a foldier O . T o r 3 foldkjT,> wjfe.I fhall never be, 11 o r a foldier (hall n e w ly in bed along with mc ; . 1 will m a k e s foldier ft and ujitb bis hat in bis band, * when be comes in the prefence o f m y company. U p fpeke his brother, a ftoiit young man, and as valiant a young mail as ever you did fee, Saying, 1 f lhe will not go, we*-ll get fweerfvearts enough, when* we come to the, town call'd Coktsiny O . O when that they came to the water fa clear, that ran to the town they rtitl Cokepny C V T h e CaptainJtgh'd and faid, we are many miles away? bear's a health to the bonny tafs in D e r b y Q . W h e n that they came to the very Lift town, . and the town that they call Cokenny O , ; H k ' n a m e was Captain Ward, be diec} for a tnsid, ..Jnu ,Le Tor *he %>nny4al> in Derby O . �T H E C O R D E L 1>E R.' ? 7 fcrc'sbscrtat Paris n&ufl need* know the'Greve r V V T h e fatal retreat o f th* unfortunate brav;», Where honour and juitice odly contribute* T o cafe heroes pain, by halter or gibbet Derry, e t c . There dtathbicaks the lhaklts which'force had pat on, And thejiangman completes wh-tit the judge Ltd bjegiin, There th^ 'fquhc of the pa^and tlw knight oF the pod, Find.'their pains no more biulkM, afrdNheir,hopes no more crott. I)uny down, etc/- . .Greatclai'ma art there made, great fecretsare know ft, And the king, and the law, and the chief has iYis cwti; B u t my hearers cryVnit, What a dtice does thou a i l ! Cut off thy rt-ftc&ior^, *ind give us thy tale. etc, ' 'Twas there then, in civil refpedl to hferfR laws, A n d for waul o f fall* wituefs to b a c i a bad caufe, A Norman, though late, was obliged to appear, A n d who to affiii, but a brav„e Cordelier. U e n y f etc, > T h e 'fcjulre whofe good grace was to open t he fcene, Seem^l not in great hafte that the fhow fhould b e g i n ; No*- luted the halter, now traversal the cart, often took leave, but was loth'to depart, etc* XYjhat frightens you thus, my good for*/faid the pi ieft I You muider'd, are furry, and have b?eu cenfeiL •O .father i. mf for row *IU fcarce fa*c my bacon, For'twas not that 1 murder'dvb'tt that } was taken. etc. 'Pn<fh.l pmhee'ne'ertrouble th'iy head with fuch fancies* ' C i ^ J * < # Keiy on the aid you (hall have, from Francis : If the n^mey yeprom>Vd,he brought to the chtft, You have only to die;. let the church db the reli. e t c . And what Will Folk fay, if they fee you afraid I I t refie&a upon me as 1 \ new not my trade ; Courage, frkrtd : To day h your period of furrow,, And things will go'better, b ; J - - v e uic^ �T o - morrow ! our H e r o reply\]r in a f r i g h t } H e that's bang* dbefore noon,ought to think o f to-night. Tell your becde, quoth the prk'it, 4c be fairly trUb'd up, J\oi you furcly to night fhall in Paradifc (up, etc. A l a s ! qnolh the 'fquire, howc'erfuinpluous the treat, Ppiblue ! I (hall have, lit tie ftomaeh to eat : * fhoiild therefore. eJleem it great favour and grace, Would you he fo kind as to go in my place, etc. T h a t I wouldquoth the Father>& thank yois>toboot, B u t our actions, you know, with our duty mull fuit, T h e fealt 1 propos'd to you, I cannot tatle, F o r this night by our Order is markM for a fa ft. e t c . T h e n turning about to the hangman, he faid, Difpatch me, i pray thee, this troublefome blade, For my cord and thy cord doth equally tie, A m i . w e live by the gold for which other men die. Derry down, down, hey derry down. N O N . P £ R F O R M A N C % Y E injur 9 d nymphs, and ye beaux who deceive 'em, W h o with pailion Engage, & without seafon leave *em; 3>raw near and attend, how the hero i fing, W a s foiled by a girU. though at arms he was king. B e r r y Tdown,_doWUs hey dcrry down, Crefls, motto's? fupporters, and bearings knew he, A n d deeply was, {lucly'd in olf| pedigree; H e would lit a who!e evening, and not without rapture, T e l l who begot him to the end of the chapter, e t c . in forming his tables,nonght gri.evM him, bur folely, T h a t this man dy'd c q e k b s , and that fine prolef A t lait 3 having trae'd other families down, H e began t o h a v e thoughts of encre^fing jug. own. etc, A darnfel he chafe, not too flow o f belief, ArVid fa'ii -would be deem ? d her adfnire-r in chief-j ; H e biazonM his fuit, at)d«the fum^pfliis; tail, * W h i s cq'at and her c o s t , Johi'd party par pake, ctct; �I ft different fltle, to tie fafter the noofe. He next would attack her in Toft billet doux : His Argent and ^ihle were laid a fide quite, Pinin Englifh he wrote, &in plain black & white, etc* Again ft fuch afchfev.emeritswhat beauty co^dd fence, Or wlo could have thoughtjt was all but pretence ? . His pain to relieves and fulfil his dtfire, The Lady agreed to join hands with the, 'Squire, etc* The 'Squire in a fret that the jeft went fo far, Confider'd with fpeed how to put in a bar, His words bound him not,fincc-hers did not confine her: And this is plain law, becaufe MHs is a Minor, etc. Mils briMy reply'd that the law was too hard, i f fhe who I a Minor may not be a Ward: B In Idw thus confiding, fire took it upon her, By juftice to mend thofe foul breaches of honour, etc. She handled him fo, that'few would, I warrant, \Vould been in liis coat on fo fleevelefs an errand : She made him give bond for ftamp'd Argent and Or, And fabi'd his Shield with Gules biaspn'd before, etc. Ye heralds, produce, from the.time of the Normans,. In all records, fuch a bafe Non-performance ; Or if withoiu inftaneethe cafe as we touch on, L e t this be fet down as- a Blot in his Scutcheon, etc* • J A C K THE B R O O M - C U T T E R.; Here was an old man and he liv'd in the well, & his trade it was cutting of broom, green broom, And he had a lazy boy Jack to his foil, that would ly in bed till it was noon, noon, noon,, that would ly in his becLtill it was noon* So the old man arofe, and to his fqn goes, and fwore he would fire the room, room, room,If Ja-?k wosld riot rife, andJharp up his-knives, and go to the wood and cut broom, green l^rco®* aa&go to wi cut b'rcjn%. T 4 �<6> ' 8 0 Jack he aroie and put on his clothes, he c u r i e h e fwore, and he foam.'d, fonrn'M, foam'd, T h a t a man .of fuel* bloord, .and ing fo good, fuould go to the wood to cut broom, green broom, (kouid go to 1 lie -wood to cut broom* So Jack he pafeM on, to the green wood he's.gone, for to gather a bundle of broom, green brodm ; curs'd-and-he fwore that lie , k A t would go more, unto the wood for'to cut. braom* green broom, unto the wood for to cut bioom, * - " So J:iek he pafsM on, J:ill where he was not known, 'trli he came to a ealUe of fame, fame, fame, H e tapped git the g;ue> as loud as he could ipeak, faying* maids, will ye buy any broom, green broom, facing, maids, wTl ye buy n^y broom,. There Was"a Lady up high and (he did him efpy, and his beauty let her in a flame, flume flame ; She caliM to her maids as loud as (he could fpeak, call in that fair youth-and his brooms green broom, call in that fair youth and his broom. $ 0 Jack tripp d up Hairs without dread or ftar, till he c^ine to this fair'Lady's mom,' room, room, Then- fouling^ fne faid, would yoli qlike our trade, ' - and marry-a Lady in bloom, bloom,, and marry a Lady in bloom, I would, 1 proteft, then Jack, he reply'd, hut how dare I .the'fame preUune, pveft-.ne, With compliments fine fit ph a&trM hei' mink].: • fo this couple were wed in the room, room, room, fo this eoupte were, wed' in the room. There is no broam-cu^^- that lives in the wed:, bin calls at this fair Lady's room, room, room, money, meat and drink, boys, what do you think, ^ ^ (broom, # there's no trade iijee the makfngjof broom, green there's up tt&te like the making of b^oom. �r L A M P 1* O N ' S M. A R C H . ^ Q m e all ye young damfejs glv.r eaf to my moaa s Lament, my misfortune fince my love, h gone,. . F o r to my v^y.'afon he'?, gone o'tr the main, And left me behind m grief co complain. . T h r o ' ("hadj groves and v^llics"- i 'll Xvandtr qnd rove, And like the 'confta-nt turtle iam^it for my love, ^.hwigh through -foreign n2tion3-.be. boldly doth, roam, . With lau eks of victory I hope he'U come home. My love was handforfte, both e > n l y and tall, 'Mong the fhepherd f l a i r s \tfas flow r.of them all, His fwvei lovely carriage, iis.lovely aic and-meift, May jiiil)/ untitle him to the love of a qu^n. But to my misfpruine he's^one o'er the main,% In my srms 1 expc& to enfold htm again : When the lofty lark Sc linnet fkail nfher in the Spring, And the birds in the valleys luelodit?ufly ting. How bled were the days wfrh mvDamon IVe feen, How often has he told me h c ^ mike mt his queen ; W h a t wreaths of :floW'rsdid he bring 10 the grove, And within pleafant bow'ri repealed hi* love But wars, love's alarms, hath caused him to rove, And quste from my arms hath torn m dear love \ • Now peace is proclaimed, 1 hope htrrvto fee, * T o feed my fair flock on the banks of the Lee". Let Ffora's fair bov*erits mourning pjut on. And the feather'd fongflers forget their cening fong, J.<et fbepherds in concert for Damon lament, Si nce his noble pre fence Hill give them content* But now he has 'left m f our joys they are 4kd, • J et a wreath of green willows adorn each head* 5 Fill my love doe^ return ptice more to the green, "A*-4 chfp-ed in the a r W . o f Ro&IuwJ his guemi > • �( *' ) From the ihore's pleafant ftreams to the banks of the T h e peer of my Damon 1 never could fee ; (Lee, H i s looks were fo pleafant, fo chcayftil a*id gay, H e charms the nymphs in the merry month of May. He fung fo harmonious which made the yallies ring, And the birds in fweet concert melodioufly fiog : The nymphs & young fwains all crowd from afar, (near. .And thought themfelves happy while my fhepherd was Let mirtb,* joy and pleafure, in vallies. ne'er be feen, L e t nymphs §c youngfhepherds no more grace the green, L e t the lark and linnet no more drain their throats* Or charm the boweis with their foft melting notes. L e t Flora's gay mantle no more grace the grove, 'Till the happy day of the return of my love : Then all our pail pleafures we'll renew once again, And above all my pleafures, I'll crown him my fwam S W E E T R O B I N E T I E. Weet, fweet Robkette, all the fliepherds declare, They never yet faw fo enchanting a fair, T h e fwains all admire her, no mortal as yet, K a s e'er feen a girl like my fweet Robinette. S Her eyes they would melt yoti, her cheeks they difThe beautiful tint of the pale bitching rofe 5 (elofe, The nymphs full of envy do nothing but fret, T o f<?e all the fwains figh for fweet Robinette. All natUTC feem3 pleas'd as Hie trips it along, Her fmiks make the lark fwell hia rapturous fong, T h e fhepberds their cares and their labours forget, T o gaze on the charms of my fweet Robinette* So gentle her manners they foft en the fage, She's the May-day of youth, and the fummer of agt, I love her, adore her, 1*11 venture a bet, Y o u never faw a girl like my fweet Robinette* "OlafgcW, Friuted by J, & M. Roberifor, S a i t r n ^ ^ i '.let. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3393ecf65288a1a364ad5c35aae899dd.jpg f66c3e00443322fcc4a7caf168eb7e4e Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3362 Width 2009 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Irish Dragoons; or Pretty Peggy of Derby o. To which are added, The cordelier. Non-performance. Jack the broom-cutter. Lampton's march. Sweet Robinette Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks, Scottish Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1801 Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923342983505154">s0367b31</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Glasgow, Scotland Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Pretty Peggy of Derby o The cordelier Non-performance Jack the broom-cutter Lampton's march Sweet Robinette Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed by J. & M. Robertson Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d3a89366137c651a0d99c7e37de0ce72.pdf 55ff957b189aa5958971071e6c24b6c3 PDF Text Text THE IRISH Maniac. TO WHICH ARE ADDED WELCOME ROYAL CHARLEY. Mary Morrison. •and De'il's awa' wi' the Exciseman. Falkirk—Printed by R. Taylor. �THEIRISHMANIAC. As Istray'do'erthecommononCorksrugged border, Whilethedew-dropsofmornthesweetprimrose array'd. I saw a poor female, whoe mental disorder [ed, Her quick glancing eye and wild aspect betrayed, On the sward shereclined,bythegreenfern surrounded, At her side speck'd daises and and wild flowers abounded, To its inmost recesses her heart had been wounded, Her sighs were unceasing—'twas Mary le More. Her charms by the keen blast of sorrow were faded Yet the soft tinge of beauty still play'd on her check; Her tresses o' wreath of pale primroses braided, And strings of fresh daisies hung loose round her While with pity I gazed, she exclaimed, [neck, "omyMother, Seethebloodonthatlash!'tisthebloodofmy brother; They have torn his poor flesh, and the now strip another— 'Tis Conner, the friend of poor Mary le More. "Thoughhislocks were as white as the foam of the ocean, �3' Those wretches shall find that my father Is brave. My f a t h e r she cried, with the wildest emotion, "Ah no! my poor father now sleeps in the grave, His White locks were bloody, no aid could restore him ; He is gone! he is gone! and the good will deplore him, When the blue waves of Erin hide Mary le More." A lark from the gold-blossom'd furze that grew near her, Now rose and with energycarol'dhislay, "Hush hush" she continued, "the trumpet sounds clearer, The horsemen aoproach ! Erin's daughters away ! Ah! soldiers twas foul while the cabin was burning, And o'er a pale father a wretch had been mourmourning, Go hide with the seamew ye maids and take warning, Those rrffians have ruin'd poor Mary le More. "Away! bring the ointment! O God! see those gashes! Alas my poor brother, come, dry the big tear; o'er him. �4 Anon we'll have vengeance for those dreadful lashes ; Already the screech-owl and ravens appear. By day the green grave that liesunderthewillow With wild flowers I'll strew, and by night make my pillow, Till the ooze and dark sea-weed, Beneath the Shall, furnish a death-bed for Mary le More" Thus raved the poor maniac in tones mose heart rending Than sanity's voice ever pour'd on my ear, When lo! on the waste, and their march towards her bending, A troop of fierce cavalry chanced to appear. "Oye fiends!" she exclaimed, andwithwildhorror started. With an overcharged bosom I slowly departed, And sighed for the wrongs of poor Mary le More. Welcome, ROYAL Charlie. man that should our king ha'e b e e n , He wore the royal red and green ; A braver lad ye wadna seen. Than our young royal Charlie, The curl'd billow. �5 Oye'vebeenlango'coming, lang lang lang o' coming, O ye've been lang o' coming WelcomeroyalCharlie. When Charlie in the Highland shiel, Forgatherit wi' the great Lochiel, Osickindnessdid prevail, Atween the chief and Charlie ! O ye'vebeen,&c. But at Fa'kirk and Prestonpans, Supported by our Highland clans, He brake the Hanoverian bands, Our brave young royal Charlie. O ye'Ve been, &c. We daurna brew a peek o' maut, But Geordie hemunca'tafau't, And to our kail we scarce get saut, For want o' royal Charlie. O ye'Ve been, &c. Since our true king was turned awa, A doited German rules us a' And we are forced against the for the right belangs to Charlie. O ye've been, &c. Since our true king abroad has gone, Ther's nought but Whelps sit on his throne, law, �6 And Whelps it is denied by none, ArebeastscomparedtoCharlie. Oye'vebeen,&c. Oan'Charliehewereback, WewadnaheeltheGerman'scrack, Wi' a' his thievish hungry pack, For the right belangs to Charlie. O ye've been, &c. Then, Charlie come and lead the way, And Whelps nae mair shall bear the sway, Though every maun dog hae its day, The right belangs to Charlie , O ye've been, &c. MARY MORISON; O Mary at thy window be, It is the wish'd the trysted hour ! Those smiles and glancess let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor, How blithly wad I hide the stoure, Aweary slave frae sun to sun; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison, �7 the dance gaed thro the lighted ha' yestreen when to the trembling string, To the my fancy took its wing, I sat but neither heard now saw. Thro' this was fun and that was braw And you the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a',--"Ye are nae Mary morison." O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die? Or canst thoubreakthatheartofhis, Whase onlyfautislovingthee? If loveforlovethouwiltnagie, At least be pity to me shown; A thought ungentle carina be, The thought o' Mary Morison. THE DE'IL'S AWA' wi' the EXCISEMAN. Thee deil cam fiddling through the town, And danced awa wi' the Exciseman ; And ilk auld wife cry'd, " Auld Mahoun, "We wish you luck o' the prize man, CHORUS. We'll mak' our maut, and brew our drink, We'll dance and sing and rejoice, man, �8 Andmonythankstothemuckleblackde'il. That danced awa' wi' the Exciseman. There's threesome reels, and foursome r e e l s , There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man, But the ae best dance that o'er came toourlan', Was the de'ils awa' wi' the Exciseman. We'll brew ourmaut,&c. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a2219433bd724478c0ccba0ac6598f03.jpg 36de3d070dbdf09ced05660a7881ca3d Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 2884 Width 1890 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Irish Maniac. To which are added Welcome Royal Charley. Mary Morrison. And De'il's awa' wi' the Exciseman. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Welcome Royal Charley. Mary Morrison. And De'ils awa' wi' the exciseman. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1825-1826?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #28 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a man's portrait on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a title="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Falkirk: R. Taylor, Printers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/66a134d6b4f536f530975d0cc8891700.pdf ba972de269f9f1b335e0088461bd450e PDF Text Text T O W H I C H ARB A S T R jE A ' S FROM T H E CLIME ADDED, S M A R T . TO T E M P E S T CLIME, OF THE GREENWOOD GOOD NATUR'D WAR, TREE NANCY, G L A S G O W , Printed by J, & M. Rabat fan, Sa'tmarket, 180*, �THE IRISH WIDOW. Widow bewitchM with her paffion, Tho* IriAi, is not quite afliamed, LTo think that {hp's, fo out of falhion* To marry and then to be tam'd : * l i s love the dear joy, That old fafliidn'd boy, Has got into my breaft with his quiver^ Che blind urchan he. Struck the crtifh law rcaw chree ; And £ husband fecures me fo f ever I Ye fair ones I hope will excufe me, Tho! vulgar phay do not abufe me, I cannot become a fin£ Lady, O love has be witched- Mother Brady* A Ye CPiticks to murder fo willing. Pray fee all owr errors with blindnefs; For once change your method of killing, And kill a fond widow with kindnefs* If you look fo fevere, fa a fit of defpair, Again I wiU draw forth my fteelr You know I've the ?rt, To be twice thro 1 'your heart, When I make you it for to feel, Sirs, * Brother fogers, I hope;.you'llprotect mf* Nor let cruel cnticks diflefit me i To favour m'y cajife be but ready, , And grateful you'll find widow Brady. �( 3 ) Yc leaders of drefs and the fafhioris, Whd gallop pott, hafte to your ruin," Who taftc has deftroy'd all your paffions, Pr^y what do you think of my wooing i You call it d—-n*d low, Your head and arms,fo^ So liftlefs, fo loofe, and fo lazy j * But pray what can you, That I cannot do ? O fie, my dear creatures b© azy r Ye patriots and courtiers fo hearty, T o fpeech it and vote for your party, For once he fo conftani and fteady, And vote to fupport widow Brady, ; To ail that I fee here before me, The bottom, the top, and the middle* For mufic we now muft implo/e you, No wedding without pipe and fiddle,, If all are not in tune, Pray let it be foon, My heart m my bofom is prancing 1 If your hands ftould unite, To give us delight, O that's the beft piping and dancing Your plaudits to m* are a treafure, Your frniks a dowY for a Lady, O joy to you all in ffiH rneafure, So wifhes and prays Mother JSradj* �( 4 ) a ® ^ m s ^ m ^ s ^ m ^ ^ ^ ^ s w ASTRiEA'S W SMART. Hcn wit and beauty meet in crie, that a&s an amorous part; What nymph its mighty power can Aran 6r ffcape a wounded heart ? Yhofe potent, wondrous potent charms^ where'er tfeey blefs a fwain; He need not ileep with empty arms, He need not fleep with empty arms, nor dread fevere Difdain. Aftraea faw the fhepherds bleed, regardlefs of their pain; TJnmov'd (he heard their oaten recd$ they danc'tl auditing in vain ; At length Aminto did appear, that miracle of man; He pleas'd her eyes, and charmed her ear& He pleas'd her eyes, and charm'd her ear^ flie lov'd, and call'd him Pan, But he, as though ddign'd by fate, revenger of the harms, Which others fuflfcr'd from their hate, rifi'd and left their charms ; fThen nymphs no longer keep in pain, a plain well-meaning heart, Left you (hou'd join for fuch difdain, Led you fhouM join for fuch difdain, in poor A i h ' ^ ' s fciartt �F R O M C L I M E TO C L I M E . Rom dime to clime my heart does rove* Smell evfry fwect* yet dares not loves Smeli ev'ry fweet, &c. With wanton beauty often fir'd, But ah ! how vain whene'er admir'd. But ah! how vain, &c* I fing and toy with every art, Invade the tender virgins heart ; Invade, &c© In gentle murmurs tell my pain, But tears are idie^ vows arc vain* But, &c* Ye Gods am I the maa alone Of love and beauty doom'd to fcorn, &c* Mu(t fordid gold the mind controul, Enflave the will and bribe the foul ? Scu With ftriSeft fcorn I'll brave the fex, And ne'er with love my heart perplex, &c» *riil Cupid fedds feme generous fair, &c. tTo cafe my grief and end my care. As thus the penfive Sylvan ftood, And fighing viewed the refluent flood, The Tritons gaz'd to hear him mourn, And thus reply'd from vocal horn : &C. Forbear dear youth, the plaintive feng, Nqr blindly cenfure fate with wrong, &c. a Tis fickle Strephon coldly flies, And conflant Amaiillis dies. &c* F �The T E M P E S T of W A R. L E T the tempeft of war, Be heard from afar, And the trumpet's fhriil clangor alarms, Let the Vallics around, With echo refound, And terrible, clafhing of arms. Let rivers of blood* Run down in a flood, While mortals are g&fping for breath, Let the brave if they will, By honour and by IkiJl, Seek glory; asd conqueft in death. To live fole and retire, ^ Is all my defire, Of my flocks and my Chloe poffeft ; For with them we obtain, True peace without pain, And a lafting enjoyment of reft. In a cottage or ceU, Where the flicpherds do dwell, With innocent freedom and eafe j They live-peaceable lives, That are bleft with good wives, Who iludy thek husbands to ple&fe* What ble flings below,v Doth Heaven, beftow, �( 7 ) Excelling fuch pleafure as this, Where no for row comes near, Nor grief interfere To fully our meafure of blifs. T H E G R E E N W O O D TREE* O U N G Colin having much to fay, in fecret to a maid, Perfuadcd her to leave the h a y , ' and fe^k the embowering (hade, When after roving with his mate, where none couM h$ar or fee, Upon the velvet ground they fat, under the green wood,tree. Your charms, fays Golin, fire my breaflt, what muft I for {hem give ? |Jo night nor day can I have reft, I canVwithout yoli live; My herds, my flocks,>ray all is thine, cou'd you and Tagree, Oh 11 wouM you to rxiy wiflh incline, under the green wood tree* All this but ferv'd to fire his mind, fhe knew not what to do, Till to his fait fhe wou'd be kind, : he wou'd not let her g o : His love, his wealth, the youth difplay^ s no longer coy w£s ihe, T o church he led the hlufkhg maid, from under the grseft wood tree. Y �GOOD NATUR'D NANCY. 5 T ^ W a s underneat-fc the May: blown buflht, * where violets blow & fweet primrofes, With voice melodious as the thrufli, young Roger fat colle&ing pofies ; Trhefe to the heart muft be convey'd, of her who fways my deareft fancy, My tender, bluihing, blooming maid, my imiling, mild, good-natur'd Nancys I know that fome her youth will jeer, and call me witlefs ca'f, and zanny, But I from conftant heart declare, I none will wed except my Nanny; I envy not their pomp and drefs, nor conquefts made o'er hearts of many* The ftudy of my life's to blefs, and pleafe my dear my graceful Nanny. How much unlike my fair to thofe, whofe wanton looks are free to any, Pd give the world could I difclofe, the fifteenth part the worth of Nanny j Let bucks and bloods in burnt champaign, toaft Lucy, Charlotte, Poll, and Fanny, At nothing fo abfur'd and vain, I'd fmile and clafp my blametefs Nanny* G L A S G O W , Printed by J. & M. Robertfon, Saltmarket, 1802, | J | � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/109f9880ad681b9fad46d7923e8239d5.jpg f15a502d25b7138339f0fb30e41207e5 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3480 Width 2166 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Irish widow. To which are added, Astraea's smart. From clime to clime. The tempest of war. The greenwood tree. Good natur'd Nancy. 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Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Iron Shroud; or, Italian Revenge. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1839 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133963505154">s0098b48</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #22 in a bound collection of 34 chapbooks (s0098b48) Subject The topic of the resource Crime Chapbooks - Scotland - Paisley Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a href="University%20of%20Glasgow%20Union%20Catalogue%20of%20Scottish%20Chapbooks%20%20http%3A//special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a> Abstract A summary of the resource. An Italian prisoner is made to undergo the evilly ingenious torture of imprisonment in an iron room which slowly contracts over several days until he is crushed by the walls of his prison. His thoughts and desperation are described as he realizes his peril and awaits death. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. 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The castle of the Prince of Tolfi was built on the summit of the towering and precipitious rock of Scylla, and commanded a magnificent yiew of Sicily in all its grandeur. Here during the wars of the middle ages, when the fertile plains of Italy were devastated by hostile factions, those prisoners were confined, for whose ransom a costly price was demanded. Here, too, in a dungeon, excavated deep in the solid rock, the miserable victim was immured, whom revenge pursued,—-the dark, fierce, and unpitying revenge of an Italian heart. VIVENZIO—the noble, and the generous, the fearless in battle, and the pride of Naples in her sunny hours of peace—the young, the brave, the proud, Yivenzio fell beneath this subtile and remorseless spirit. He was the prisoner of Tolfi, and lie languished in that rock-encircled dungeon, which stood alone, and whose portals never opened twice upon a living captive. It had the resemblance of a vast cage, for the roof, and floor, and sides, were of iron, solidly wrought, and spaciously constructed. High above there ran a range of seven grated windows, guarded with massy bars of the same metal, which admitted light and air. Save these, and the tall �4 folding doors beneath tliem, which occupied the centre, no cliink, or chasm, projection, broke the smooth black surface of the walls. An iron bedstead, littered with straw, stood in one corner ; and beside it, a vessel with water, and a coarse dish filled with coarser food. Even the intrepid soul of Vivenzio shrunk with dismay as he entered this abode, and heard the ponderous doors triple-locked by the silent ruffians who • conducted him to it. Their silence seemed prophetic of his fate, of the living grave that had been prepared for him. His menaces and his entreaties, his indignant appeals for justice, and his impatient questioning of their intentions, were alike vain. They listened, but spoke not. Fit ministers of a crime that should have no tongue! How dismal was the sound of their retiring steps! And, as their faint echoes died along the winding passages, a fearful presage grew within him, that never more the face, or voice, or tread, of man, •would greet his senses. He had seen human beings for the last time! And he had looked his last upon the bright sky, and upon the smiling earth and upon a beautiful world he loved and whose minion he had been! Here he was to end his life—a life he had just begun to revel i n ! And by what means? By secret poison? or by murderous assault? No—for then it had been needless to bring him thither. Famine perhaps—a thousand deaths in one! It was terrible to think of it—but it was yet more terrible to picture long, long years of captivity in a solitude so appalling, a loneliness so dreary, that thought, for want of fellowship, would lose itself in madness, or stagnate into, idiocy. He could not hope to escape, unless he had the �power, with bis bare hands, of rending asunder the solid iron walls of his prison. He could not hope for liberty from the relenting mercies of his enemy. His instant death, under any form of refined cruelty, was not the object of Tom, for he might have inflicted it, and he had not. It was too evident, therefore, he was reserved for some premeditated scheme of subtile vengeance ; and what vengeance could transcend in fiendish malice, either the slow death of famine, or the still slower one of solitary incarceration, till the last lingering spark of life expired, or reason fled, and nothing should remain to perish but the brute functions of the body! It was evening when Vivenzio entered his dungeon, and the approaching shades of night wrapped it in total darkness, as he paced up and down, revolving in his mind these horrible forebodings. No tolling bell from the castle, or from any neighbouring church or convent struck upon his ear to tell how the hours passed. Frequently he would stop and listen for some sound that might betoken the vicinity of man ; but the solitude of the desert, the silence of the tomb, are not so still and deep as the oppressive desolation by which he was encompassed. His heart sunk within him, and he threw himself dejectedly upon his couch of straw. Here sleep gradually obliterated the consciousness of misery, and bland dreams wafted his delighted spirit to scenes which were once glowing realities for him, in whose ravishing illusions he soon lost the remembrance that he was Tolfi's prisoner. When he awoke, it was daylight; but how long he had slept he knew not. It might be early morning, or it might be sultry noon, for he could measure time by no other note of its progress than light and darkness, l i e had been sp happy in his sleep, �amid friends that loved him, and sweeter endearments of those who loved him as friends could not, that in the first moments of waking, his startled mind seemed to admit the knowledge of his situation as if it had burst upon it for the first time, fresh in all its appalling horrors. He gazed round with an air of doubt and amazement, and took up a handful of the straw upon which he lay, as though he would ask himself what it meant. But memory, too faithful to her ofiice, soon unveiled the melancholy past, while reason, shuddering at the task, flashed before his eyes the tremendous future. The contrast overpowered him. He remained for some time lamenting, like a truth, the bright visions that had vanished ; and recoiling from the present, which clung to him as a poisoned garment. When he grew more calm, he surveyed his gloomy dungeon. Alas! the stronger light of day only served to confirm what the gloomy indistinctness of the preceding evening had partially disclosed,, the utter impossibility of escape. As, however, his eyes wandered round and round, and from place to place, he noticed two circumstances which excited his surprise and curiosity. The one, he thought might be fancy ; but the other, was positive. His pitcher of water, and the dish which contained his food, had been removed from his side while he slept, and now stood near the door. Were he even inclined to doubt this, by supposing he had mistaken the spot where he saw them over night, he could not, for the pitcher now in his dungeon was neither of the same form nor colour as the other, while the food was changed for some other of better quality. He had been visited therefore during the night. But how had the person obtained entrance ? Could he have slept so �soundly, that the unlocking and opening of those ponderous portals were affected without waking him ? He would have said this was not possible, but that in doing so, he must admit a greater difficulty, on entrance by other means, of which he was convinced there existed none. It was not intended, then, that he should be left to perish from hunger. But the secret and mysterious mode of supplying him with food, seemed to indicate lie was to have no opportunity of communicating with a human being. The other circumstance which had attracted his notice, was the disappearance, as he believed, of one of the seven grated windows that ran along the top of his prison. He felt confident that he had observed and counted them ; for he was rather surprised at their number, and there was something peculiar in their form, as well as in the manner of their arrangement, at equal distances It was so much easier, however, to suppose he was mistaken, than that a portion of the solid iron, which formed the walls, could have escaped from its position, that he soon dismissed the thought from his mind. Yivenzio partook of the food that was before him, without apprehension. It might be poisoned ; but if it were, he knew he could not escape death, should such be the design of Tolfi; and the quickest death would be the speediest release. The day passed wearily and gloomily; though not without a faint hope that, by keeping watch at night, he might observe when the person came again to bring him food, which he supposed he would do in the same way as before. The mere thought of being approached by a living creature, and the opportunity it might present of learning the doom �prepared, or preparing, for him, imparted some comfort. Besides, if he came alone, might he not in a furious onset overpower him ? Or he might "be accessible to pity, or the influence of such munificient rewards as he could bestow, if once more at liberty and master of himself. Say he were armed. The worse that could befall, if not bribe, nor prayers, nor force prevaled, was a faithful blow, which though dealt in a damned cause, might work a desired end. There was no chance so desperate, but it looked lovely in Vivenzio's eyes compared with the idea of being totally abandoned. The night came, and Yivenzio watched. Morning came, and Yivenzio was confounded! He must have slumbered without knowing it. Sleep must have stolen over him when exhausted by fatigue, and in the interval of feverish repose, he had been baffled ; for there stood his replenished pitcher of water, and there his day's meal! Nor was this all. Casting his looks towards the windows of his dungeon, he counted but FIVE ! there was no deception ; and he was now convinced there had been seven the day before. But what did all this portend ? Into what strange and mysterious den had he been cast? He gazed till his eyes ached; he could discover nothing to explain the mystery. That it was so, he knew. W h y it was so, he racked his imagination in vain conjecture. He examined the doors. A single circumstance convinced him that they had not been opened. A wisp of straw, which he had carelessly thrown against them the preceding day, as he paced to and fro, remained where he had cast it, though it must have been displaced by the slightest motion of either of the doors. This was evidence that could not be disputed ; and it followed there must l» �9 be some secret machinery in the walls by which a person could enter. He inspected them closely. They appeared to him one solid and compact mass of iron ; or joined, if joined they were, with such nice art, that no mark of divison was perceptible. Again and again he surveyed them—and the floor—and the roof—and the range of visionary windows, and he was now almost tempted to consider them ; he could discover nothing, absolutely nothing, to relieve his doubts or satisfy his curiosity. Sometimes he fancied that altogether the dungeon had a more contracted appearance—that it looked smaller; but this he ascribed to fancy, and the impression naturally produced upon his mind by the undeniable disappearance of two of the windows. With intense anxiety, Vivenzio looked forward to the return of night; and as it approached, he resolved that no treacherous sleep should again betray him. Instead of seeking his bed of straw, he continued to walk up and down his dungeon till daylight, straining his eyes in every direction through the darkness, to watch for any appearance that might explain these mysteries. While thus engaged, and as nearly as he could judge, (by the time that afterwards elapsed before the morning came in,) about two o' clock, there was a slight tremulous motion of the floors. He stooped. The motion lasted nearly a minute ; but it v/as so extremely gentle, that he almost doubted whether it was real, or only imaginary. He listened. Not a sound could be heard. Presently, however, lie felt a rush of cold air blow upon him ; and dashing towards the quarter whence it seemed to proceed, he stumbled over something which he judged to be the water ewer. The rush of cold air v/as no longer perceptible ; and as Vivenzio stretched out �10 his hands, he found himself close to the walls, He remained motionless for a considerable time ; but nothing occurred during the remainder of the night to excite his attention, though he continued to watch with unabated vigilance. The first approaches of the morning were visible through the grated windows, breaking, with faint divisions of light, the darkness that still pervaded every other part, long before Yivenzio was enabled to distinguish any object in his dungeon. Instinctively and fearfully he turned his eyes, hot and inflamed with watching, towards them. There were FOUR ! He could see only four ; but it might be that some intervening object prevented the fifth from being perceptible ; and he walked impatiently to ascertain if it were so. As the light strengthened, however, and penetrated every corner of the cell, other objects of amazement struck his sight. On the ground lay the broken fragments of the pitcher he had used the day before, and at a small distance from them, nearer the wall, stood the one lie had noticed the first iiislit. It was filled with water, and beside it was his food. , He was now certain, that, by some mechanical contrivance, an opening was obtained through the iron wall, and that through this opening the current of air had found entrance. But how noiseless! For had a feather almost waved at the time, he must have heard it. Again he examined that part of the wall: but both to sight and touch it appeared one even and uniform surface, while to repeated and violent blows, there was no reverberating sound indicative of hollowness. This perplexing mystery had for a time withdrawn his thoughts from the windows ; but now directing his eyes again towards them, he saw that �11 the fifth had disappeared in the same manner as the preceding two, without the least distinguishable alteration of external appearances. The remaining four looked as the seven had originally looked; that is, occupying, at irregular distances, the top of the wall on that side of the dungeon. The tall folding door, too, still seemed to stand beneath in the centre of these four, as it had at first stood in the centre of the seven. But he could no longer doubt, what, on the preceding day, he fancied might be the effect of visual deception. The dungeon was smaller. The roof had lowered •—and the opposite ends had contracted the intermediate distance by a space equal, he thought, to that over which three windows had extended. He was bewildered in vain imaginations to account for these things. Some frightful purpose—some devilish torture of mind or body—some unheard-of device for producing exquisite misery, lurked, he was sure, in what had taken place. Oppressed with this belief, and distracted more by the dreadful uncertainty of whatever fate impended, than he could be dismayed, he thought, by the knowledge of the worst, he sat ruminating, hour after hour, yielding his fears in succession to every haggard fancy. A t last a horrible suspicion flashed across his mind, and he started up with a frantic air. " Y e s ! " he exclaimed, looking wildly round his dungeon, and shuddering as he spoke—" Yes < it must be so! I see i t ! — I feel the maddening truth like scorching flames upon my brain! Eternal God ?—support me! It must be s o ! — Y e s , yes, that is to be my fate ! Yon roof will descend! — these walls will hem me round—and slowly, slowly, crush me in their iron arms! Lord God! look down upon me, and in mercy strike me with in- �12 stant death! Oh fiend, devil—is this your revenge?" He dashed himself upon the ground in agony ; —tears burst from him, and the sweat stood in large drops upon his face—he sobbed aloud—he tore his hair—he rolled about like one suffering intolerable anguish of body, and would have bitten the iron floor beneath h i m ; lie breathed fearful curses upon Tolfi, and the next moment passionate prayers to heaven for immediate death. Then the violence of his grief became exhausted, and he lay still, weeping as a child would weep. The twilight of departing day shed its gloom around him ere he arose from that posture of utter and hopeless sorrow. He had taken no food. Not one drop of water had cooled the fever of his parched lips. Sleep had not visited his eyes for six and thirty hours. He was faint with hunger ; weary with watching, and with the excess of his emotions. He tasted of his food ; he drank with avidity of the water ; and reeling like a drunken man to his straw, cast himself upon it to brood again over the appaling image that had fastened itself upon his almost frenzied thoughts. He slept. But his slumbers were not tranquil. He resisted, as long'as he could, their approach*; and when, at last, enfeebled nature yielded to their influence, he found no oblivion from his care3. Terrible dreams haunted him—ghastly visions harrowed up his imagination—he shouted and screamed, as if he already felt.the dungeon's ponderous roof descending on him—he breathed hattl and thick, as though writhing between its iron walls. Then would he spring up—stare wildly about him—stretch forth his hands to be sure he yet had space enough to live—and, muttering some �incoherent word, sink down again, to pass through the same fierce vicissitudes of delirious sleep. The morning of the fourth day dawned upon Vivenzio. But it was high noon before his mind shook off its stuper, or he awoke to a full consciousness of his situation. And what a fixed energy of despair sat upon his pale features, as he cast his eyes upwards, and gazed upon the THREE windows that now alone remained! The three !—there were no more!—and they seemed to number his own alloted days. Slowly and calmly he next surveyed the top and sides, and comprehended all the meaning of the diminished height of the former, as well as of the gradual approximination of the latter. The contracted dimensions of his mysterious prison were now too gross and palpable to be the juggle of his imagination. Still lost in wonder at the means, Vivenzio could put no cheat upon his reason, as to the end. B y what horrible ingenuity it was contrived, that walls, and roof, and windows should thus silently and imperceptibly, without noise, and without motion almost, fold, as it were, within each other, he knew not. He only knew they did so ; and he vainly strove to persuade himself it was the intention of the contriver, to rack the miserable wretch who might be immured there, with anticipation, merely, of a fate, from which in the very crisis of his agony, he was to be reprieved. Gladly would he have clung even to this possibility, if his heart would have let him ; but he felt a dreadful assurance of its fallacy. And what matchless inhumanity it was to doom the sufferer to such lingering torments*—to lead him day by day to so appalling a death, unsupported by the consolations of religion, unvisited by any human �14 being, abandoned to himself, deserted of all, and denied even the sad privilege of knowing that his cruel destiny would awaken pity! Alone he was to perish!—alone he was to wait a slow coming torture, whose most exquisite pangs would be inflicted by that very solitude and that tardy coming! " It is not death I fear, " he exclaimed, " but the death I must prepare for! Metliinks, too, I could meet even that—all horrible and revolting as it i s — i f it might overtake , me now, But where shall I find fortitude to tarry till it come! How can I outlive the three long days and nights I have to live ? There is no power within me to bid the hideous spectre hence—none to make it familiar to my thoughts ; or myself, patient of its errand. My thoughts, rather will flee from me, and I grow mad in looking at it. Oh ! for a deep sleep to fall upon me! that so, in death's likeness, I might embrace, death itself, and drink 110 more of the cup that is presented to me, than my fainting spirit has already tasted!" In the; midst of these lamentations, Yivenzio noticed that his accustomed meal, with the pitcher of water, had been conveyed, as before, into his dungeon. But this circumstance 110 longer excited his surprise. His mind was overwhelmed with others of a far greater magnitude. It suggested, however, a feeble hope of deliverance ; and there is no hope so feeble, as not to yield some support to a heart bending under despair. He resolved to watch, during the ensuing night, for the signs he had before observed ; and should he again feel the gentle, tremulous motion of the floor, or the current of air, to seize that moment for giving audible expression to his misery. Some person must be near �15 him, and within reach of his voice, at the instant when his food was supplied ; some one perhaps susceptible of pity. Or if not, to be told even that his apprehensions were just, and that his fate was to be what he foreboded would be preferable to a suspense which hung upon the possibility of his worst fears being visionary. The night came ; and as the hour approached when Yivenzio imagined he might expect the signs, he stood fixed and silent as a statue. He feared to breathe, almost, lest he might ( lose any sound which would warn him of their coming. While thus listening, with every faculty of mind and body strained to an agony of attention, it occured to him he should be more sensib1" ^ * if he stretched himself accordingly laid himself , j w been long in that position w h e n — y e s — h e was certain of it—the floor moved under h i m ! He sprang up, and in a voice suffocated nearly with emotion called, aloud. He paused—the motion Ceased—he felt no stream of air all was hushed— no voice answered to his—he burst into tears ; and as he sunk to the ground, in renewed anguish, exclaimed,—" Oh, my God! my God ! You alone have power to save n\e now, or strengthen me for the trial you permit."" Another morning dawned upon the wretched captive, and the fatal index of his doom met his eyes. Two windows! and two days, and all would be over! Fresh food and fresh water! The mysterious visit had been paid, though he had implored it in vain. But how awfully was his prayer answered in what he now saw ! The roof of the dungeon was within a foot of his head. The two ends were so near, that in six paces he trod the �16 space between them. Vivenzio shuddered as he gazed, and as bis steps traversed the narrowed area. But his feelings no longer vented themselves in frantic wailings. With folded arms, and clenched teeth, with eyes that were blood-shot from much watching, and fixed with a vacant glare upon the ground, with a hard quick breathing, and a hurried walk, he strode backwards and forwards in silent musing for several hours. What mind shall conceive, what tongue utter, or what pen describe the dark and terrible character of his thoughts ! Like the fate that moulded them, they had no similitude in the wide range of this world's agony for man. Suddenly he stopped, and his eyes were riveted upon that part of the wall which was over his bed of straw. Words are inscribed here! A human language, traced by a human hand! He rushes towards them: but his blood freezes as he reads: " I, Ludovica Sforza, tempted by the gold of the prince of Tolfi, spent three years in contriving and executing this accursed triumph of my art. When it was completed, the perfidious Tolfi, more devil than man, who conducted me hither one morning, to be witness as he said, of its perfection, doomed me to be the first victim of my own pernicious skill; lest as he declared, I should divulge the secret, or repeat the effort of my ingenuity. May God pardon him, as I hope he will me, that ministered to his unhallowed purpose! Miserable wretch, whoe'er thou art, that readest these lines, fall on thy knees, and invoke as I have done, His sustaining mercy, who alone can nerve thee to meet the vengeance of Tolfi, armed with his tremendous engine, which in a few hours must crush you, as it will the needy wretch that made it." A deep groan burst from Yivenzio. He stood �17 like one transfixed, with dilated eyes, expanded nostrils, and quivering lips, gazing at this fatal inscription. It was as if a voice from the sepulchre had sounded in his ears, ''Prepare!" Hope forsook him. There was his sentence, recorded in tiese dismal words. The future stood unveiled before him, ghastly and appalling. His brain already feels the descending horror,—his bones seemed to crack and crumble in the mighty grasp of the iron walls! Unknowing what it is he does, he fumbles in his garment for some weapon of selfdestruction. He clenches his throat in his convulsive gripe, as though he would strangle himself at once. He stores upon the walls, and his warring spirit demands, " w i l l they not anticipate their office if I dash my head against t h e m ? " An hysterical laugh chokes him as he exclaims, " w h y should I ? He was but a man who died first in their fierce embrace ; and I should be less than man not to do as much The evening sun was descending, and Vivenzio beheld its golden beams streaming through one of the windows. What a thrill of joy shot through his soul at the sight! It was a precious link, that united him, for the moment, with the world beyond. There was ecstacy in the thought. As he gazed, long and earnestly, it seemed as if the windows had lowered sufficiently for him to reach them. With one bound he was beneath them—with one wild spring he clung to the bars. Whether it was so contrived, purposely to madden with delight the wretch who looked, he knew n o t ; but at the extremity of a long vista, cut through the solid rocks the ocean, the sky, the setting sun, olive groves, shady walks, and in the farthest distance, delicious glimpses of magnificent Sicily, burst upon his �18 sight. How exquisite was the cool breeze as it swept across his cheek, loaded with fragrance! He inhaled it as though it were th^ breath of continued life. And there was a freshness in the landscape, and in the rippling of the calm green sea, that fell upon his withering hearfc like dew upon the parched earth. How he gazed and panted, and still clung to his hold ! sometimes hanging by one hand, sometimes by the other, and then grasping the bars with both, as loath to quite the smiling paradise outstretched before him j till exhausted, and his hands swollen and benumbed, he droped helpless clown, and lay stunned for a considerable time by the fall. When he recovered, the glorious vision had vanished. He was in darkness. He doubted whether it was not a dream that had passed before his sleeping fancy; but gradually his scattered thoughts returned, and with them remembrance. Yes ; he had looked once again upon the gorgeous splendour of nature! Once again his eyes had trembled beneath their veiled lids, at the sun's radiance, and sought repose in the soft verdure of the olive tree, or the gentle swell of undulating waves. Oh, that lie were a mariner, exposed upon the waves to the worst fury of storm and tempest; or a very wretch, loathsome with disease, plaguestricken, and his body one leprous contagion from crown to sole, hunted forth to grasp out the remnant of infectious life beneath those verdant trees, so he might shun the destiny upon whose edge he tottered! Vain thoughts like these would steal over his mind from time to time, in spite of himself; but they scarcely moved it from that stupor into which it had sunk, and which kept him, during the whole �19 night, like 0110 who had been drugged with opium. He was equally insensible to the calls of hunger and of thirst, though the third day was now commencing since even a drop of water had passed his lips. He remained ' on the ground, sometimes sitting, sometimes l y i n g ; at intervals, sleeping heavily ; and when not sleeping, silently brooding over what was to come, or talking aloud, in disordered speech, of his wrongs, of his friends, of his home, and of those he loved, with a confused mingling of all. In this pitiable condition, the sixth and last morning dawned upon Vivenzio, if dawn it might be called—the dim obscure light which faintly struggled through the ONE SOLITARY window of his dungeon. He could hardly be said to notice the melancholy token. And yet he did notice i t ; for as he raised his eyes and saw the portentous sign, there was a slight convulsive distortion of his countenance. But what did attract his notice, and at the sight of which his agitation was excessive, was the change his iron bed had undergone. I t was a bed no longer. It stood before him, the visible semblance of a funeral couch or bier! When he beheld this, he started from the ground ; and, in raising himself, suddenly struck his head against the roof, which was now so low that he could no longer stand upright. 44 God's will be done ! " was all he said, as he crouched his body, and placed his hand upon the bier; for such it was. The iron bedstead had been so contrived, by the mechanical art of Ludovico Sforza, that as the advancing walls came in contact with it, head and feet, a pressure was produced upon concealed springs, which when made to play, set in motion a very simple though ingeniously contrived machinery, that effected the �20 transformation. The object was, of course, to heighten, in the closing scene of this horrible drama, all the feelings of despair and anguish which the preceding ones had aroused. For the same reason, the last window was so made as to admit only a shadowy kind of gloom, rather than light, that the wretched captive might be surrounded, as it were, with every seeming preparation for approaching death. Vivenzio seated himself on his bier. Then he knelt and prayed fervently; and sometimes tears would gush from him. The air seemed thick, and he breathed with difficulty ; or it might be that he fancied it was so, from the hot and narrow limits of his dungeon, which were now so diminished that he could neither stand up nor lie down at his full length. But his wasted spirits and oppressed mind no longer struggled within him. He was past hope, and fear shook him no more. Happy if thus revenge had struck its final blow ; for he would have fallen beneath it almost unconscious of a pang. But such a lethargy of the soul, after such an excitement of its fiercest passions, had entered into the diabolical calculations of Tolfi; and the full artificer of his designs had imagined a counteracting device. The tolling of an enormous bell struck upon the ears of Yivenzio! He started. It beat but once. The sound was too close and stunning, it seemed to shatter his very brain, while it echoed through the rocky passages like reverberating peals of thunder. This was followed by a sudden crash of the roof and walls, as if they were about to fall upon and close around him at once. Vivenzio screamed, and instinctively spread forth his arms, as though he had a giant's strength to hold them �back. They had moved nearer to him, and were now motionless. Vivenzio looked up, and saw the roof almost touching his head, even as he sat cowering beneath i t ; and he felt that a further contraction of but a few inches only must commence the frightful operation. Roused as he had been, he now gasped for breath. His body shook violently — h e was bent nearly double. His hands rested upon either wall, and his feet were drawn under him to .avoid the pressure in front. Thus he remained for more than an hour, when that deafening bell beat again, and again there came the crash of horrid death. But the concussion was now so great that it struck Yivenzio down. As he lay gathered up in lessened bulk, the bell beat loud and frequent—crash succeeded crash—and on, and on, and on came the mysterious engine of death, till Yivenzio's smothered groans were heard no more ! He was horribly crushed by the ponderous roof and collapsing sides—and the flattened bier was his Iron Shroud• NO G R U M B L I N G — A TALE. A n odd whim once possessed a country 'squire, that he would not hire any servant whatever, until ten pounds should be deposited between the master and servant; and the first that grumbled at any thing, let it be what it might, was to forfeit the money. Being in want of a coachman, not one round the country would venture to go after the place. Now it happened that one Thomas Winterbourn, a coachman of London, who had been discharged from a nobleman's family, was in that �part of the country 011 a visit, and being acquainted with the oddity of the 'squire's whim, resolved to accept of the place, and, on application, was admitted into the family. Thomas was greatly surprised, after living there for two months, that nothing was allowed him for breakfast., dinner, or supper, but bread and cheese and small beer. Being heartly tired of this kind of fare, he applied to the cook: 4 Cookee,' says Thomas, • is it the standing rule of this family to keep their servants on nothing but bread and cheese V 4 "What! ' says the cook, 4 clo you grumble ?' ' N o , no, by no means, cookee/ replied Thomas, being fearful of forfeiting the money. But recollecting his master's park was stocked with fine deer, he took a musket and shot a fawn, skinned it, and brought it to the cook. 4 Here cookee,' said Thomas, 4 take and roast this fawn forme immediately ; for i have an acquaintance or two coming down from London, to pay me a visit.' The cook seemed to object to it, having some meat to dress directly for her master; 4 What,' says Thomas, 4 cookee, do you grumble V 4 No,' replied the cook ; so down to roast went the fawn. The appointed time arrived that the master ordered dinner, and 110 sign of any. coming to his table occasioned him to ring the bell, to know the reason of i t ; the cook acquainted the 'squire with all Thomas's proceedings, who in a great hurry bolted down stairs into the kitchen, where he found Thomas very busy in basting the fawn. 4 How got you that fawn V says the 'squire. 4 Shot it,' replied Thomas. 4 Where ?' says the 'squire* < In your park,'replied Thomas. 4 B y whose orders V 4 Do quoth the 'squire. you grumble? says Thomas. * No, Thomas,' says the squire; and �23 retired to his dining-room, greatly perplexed at Thomas's proceedings. He instantly wrote a letter to a gentleman who lived near six miles from his house, and ordered that Thomas should carry it immediately. Poor Thomas was obliged to comply, though with a sorrowful heart to leave the fawn. After his departure, the 'squire ordered the fawn, when dressed, to be brought to his table, which was done accordingly. On Thomas's return, he found himself fairly tricked out of the fawn ; and instead of it, to his mortification, bread and cheese, and small beex% his old diet; however, Thomas vowed within himself to revenge it the first opportunity. A little while after, the 'squire, (who was going to pay his addresses to a young lady,) gave orders to Thomas to get the carriage* together with the horses and harness, well cleaned. Thomas obeyed the order, and on the road from the stable to the 'squire's house, he met a man with a small sandcart, drawn by two remarkably fine jack-asses. Thomas insisted upon an exchange, the horses for the asses, which being obtained, he cut all his master's fine harness to pieces, to fit these Arabian ponies, as he styled them. Matters being completed, he drove up boldly to the 'squire's, and knocked at the gate ; the porter perceiving the droll figure his master's equipage cut, burst out into an immoderate fit of laughter! ' C'up, c'up,' says Thomas, 4 what's the fool laughing a t ? — G o and acquaint the 'squire his carriage is ready.' Shortly after the 'squire came, and seeing his carriage so beautifully adorned with cattle, was struck with astonishment. 4 Why, what the devil,' quoth the 'squire, 4 have you got harnessed to my carriage?' 4 1 will tell you,'says Thomas. 'As �I was driving from your stable to the gate, I met a fellow driving a sand-cart, drawn by these two fine Arabian ponies, and knowing you to be fond of good cattle, I gave your horses for these two fine creatures ; they draw well, and are ornaments to your carriage ; only observe what fine ears they have got?' * D — n their ears and ornaments too,' says the squire : 4 why, the fellow's m a d ! ' * W h a t ! ' cries Thomas, 'do you grumble?' 'Grumble, quoth the 'squire, 'why, I think it is high time to grumble: the next thing, I suppose, my carriage is to be given away for a sand-cart!' On Thomas procuring the horses again, he paid him his wages and forfeit-money, being heartily tired with the oddity of his whims, and declared that Thomas, the London coachman, was the drollest dog he ever met with. FINIS, � Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Iron Shroud; or, Italian Revenge. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134493505154">s0231b06</a> <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923343063505154">s0367b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. 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