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THE CONFLICT B E T W E E N G R A N T AND M ' P H E R S O N , AT H E L L BRIDGE, A DANGEROUS PASS IN THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. ijwmwmwm^mw®» 80. ��THE MURDER DISCOVERED. I accompanied tlie gentleman into the garden and was shown the place where her own father found his murdered daughter. The grass was red with blood, and the marks of feet were quite visible on the ground, which happened to be soft and wet. In endeavouring to trace the footsteps, we observed that they led over some ground which had been newly dug with the spade, and that they had made a remarkably distinct impression 011 the loose soil, On examining that impression we saw that there was something particular in the form of the shoe. It was uncommonly broad and large, and roundtoed, and, from its shape, gave reason to suspect that its wearer was what is called fiat-soled. It had also been lately pieced at the heel and toe, and armed with broad-lieaded tacks, the points of which were distinctly marked. This was an important discovery, and Mr Johnson, who was accustomed to use his pencil, set himself, with the assistance of the surgeon, to take a correct measurement and drawing of it on paper. I11 the meantime, Mr Thomson and , I continued the search, and having traced the footsteps to the garden wall, the good minister, who happened to be before me, uttered an exclamation of horror, and directed my attention to a stone 011 the top of the wall which was stained with blood. On looking more minutely, we saw the marks of bloody fingers on the stone, and concluded that the murderer had made his retreat out of the garden at this place. A plowed field on the other side of the wall favoured our further search, and we tracked the villian to a small piece of water where he had probably washed his hands, and through which he appeared to have waded, as the prints of feet were �seen on the opposite bank, I threw off my shoes and stockings, and followed the course we supposed the murderer had taken as accurately as I could; but as the ground on the other side was covered with wood, I could trace him 110 farther. On my return, I observed something bright at the bottom of the water, which I took up, and found to be a largecl clasped knife, with the letters R. 8, scratched rudely on the handle. I shuddered to think that with this very instrument the fatal deed was probably committed, and we were confirmed in this opinion by discovering marks of blood on the handle, which the water had not wholly washed away. When the ceremony of interment was over, and before any person began to retire, Mr Thomson, standing on a grave-stone, informed the company, that it was the wish of the sheriff that no person should bq permitted to leave the church-yard till an examination had taken place, which might serve to throw some light on this dark and horrid business. " H u z z a ! " cried Robert Stewart; " that's right! I'll guard the yett, and let none out." " You are saved that trouble, young man," replied Mr Thomson, "for there are constables already posted at the gate, and none need attempt to escape," " I must request every person," continued he, " t o sit down on the grass in the vacant space at the north side of the church, arranged as nearly in rows as possible. That you may not think this request unnecessary, I will explain to you the reason of it. The murderer, whoever lie was, left the impression of his shoe 011 some new dug ground near the spot where the crime was committed. An accurate drawing of the form and dimensions of that impression has been taken by my friend Mr Johnson, and is /low in my hand. Our intention is to examine the feet of all who are present and compare their shoes with this draught, in hopes that this measure may tend to detect tlip �guiltj person." My eyes were steadily fixed on Robert Stewart during tliis speech, and I observed his face turn reel and pale by turns. The marks of guilt were visible, I thought, on liis countenance ; but when Mr Thomson ceased speaking, be had recovered himself sufficiently to exclaim, 44 What good 'ill that do ? D'ye think the man that, killed the lass wg,d liae the face to come here? or, if he was .here, how could you find him out by the sted o' his foot'( A hunder folk may ha'e shoon o' the same size, and if made by ae shoemaker, they may be a' the same shape too. It may mak innocent folk suspected, and will do mair ill than good; sae for my part 1 winna consent till't. Come, let us be off lads." As lie spake, he pulled some of his companions by the arm, and turned towards the gate, with the intention of making his escape. " The first man that leaves the church-yard before he is examined," cried Mr Johnson from among the crowd, 44 will be taken up as a suspected person, and committed to jail. 1 have the authority of the sheriff for saying so." A murmur of approbation succeeded his speech, and Stewart turned back intimidated, and seated himself on a grave-stone at a little distance, folding his arms across his breast, and kicking his heels against one of the feet of the stone, in order to appear very much at his ease. As soon as silence was obtained, Mr Thomson, in a few simple words, refuted Stewart's objections, and at the same time held up to public view Mr Johnson's drawing of the footstep, to convince the people that there was something so remarkably peculiar in its shape, there could be little doubt of finding out the person to whom it belonged, by the means proposed. Every one now seemed eager to have his shoes 'examined, and hastened to seat himself on the grass. Two shoemakers were employed to take the measurement, and Mr Johnson accompanied them with the drawing in his hand. Stewart �6 had placed himself in the middle of the crowd, and I sa# him make one or two unsuccessful attempts to shift his seat, so as to escape examination. When at last his turn came, his colour suddenly changed to a deadly pale, and with a horrid groan, he fell senseless on the ground. He was restored by the application of some water, which was quickly procured, and looking wildly round him, he exclaimed, " You caimot say that I did it ! it was dark—who saw me f 9 " God Almighty saw you, unhappy young man ! " said Mr Johnson, iu a tone which thrilled through my heart; for he had now taken the dimensions of Stewart's shoe, and found it correspond in every particular to the copy he had drawn. The murderer, for I had now no doubt that this was he, having recovered his strength, started up on his feet, and drawing a sharp-pointed knife from his pocket, threatened to stab to the heart the man that laid hands on him. He then made a desperate spring, and before any person had sufficient presence of mind to prevent him, reached the chureli-yard wall, which he cleared without difficulty, but losing his balance when he reached the other side, lie stumbled forward, and fell on the point of his knife. He was now overtaken and secured, and as he was losing much blood, he was conveyed to the manse, which happened to be the nearest house ; the surgeon, who was present, attended him for the purpose of dressing his wound. The knife had entered the bowels, and made a dangerous wound, which the surgeon immediately pronounced likely to prove fatal. The unfortunate wretch overheard the opinion of the surgeon, and cried out with a savage joy, which filled every person present with horror, 44 Then I'll disappoint the law yet. If I could na mak my escape in ae way, Vlldo it in another. Sleep, sleep, they say, it's a sleep." " Alas! young man," said Mr Thomson, shuddering as he spake, " in that �raw* sleep there are awful dreams to the wicked—dreams do I say ? they are horrible realities. God grant that I may not find—" " I t ' s a lie!" interrupted he with a dreadful oath, " I ' l l no believe it—sae ye needna preach to me." Mr Thomson, finding he could do no good by continuing the conversation, left the room; and it was not long after this he learned that the wretched murderer died, still hardened and impenitent, THE WIDOW AND H E R SON. DURING my residence in the country, I used frequently to attend at the old village church. Its shadowy aisles, its mouldering monuments, its dark oaken pannelling, all reverend with the gloom of departed years, seemed to fit it for the haunt of solemn meditation. A Sunday, too, in the country is so holy in its repose—such a pensive quiet reigns over the face of nature, that every restless passion is charmed down, and we feel all the natural religion of the soul gently springing up within us: " Sweet day, so pure, so calm, so bright, The bridle of the earth and sky." I do not pretend to be what is called a devout man; but there are feelings that visit me in a country church, and the beautiful serenity of nature, which I experience 110 where else ; and if not a more religious, I think I am a better man on Sunday, than on any other day of the seven. But in this church I felt myself continually thrown back upon the world, by the frigidity and pomp of the poor worms around me. The only being that seemed thoroughly to feel the humble and prostrate �s piety of a true christian, was a poor decrepit old woman, bending under tlie weight of years and infirmities. She bore the traces of something better than abject poverty. The lingerings of decent pride were still visible in her appearance. Her dress, though humble in the extreme, was scrupulously clean. Some trivial respect, too, had been awarded her; for she did not take her seat among the village poor, but sat alone on the steps of the altar. She seemed to have survived all love, all friendship, all society, and to have nothing left but the hopes of heaven. When I saw her feebly rising and bending her aged form in prayer—habitually conning her prayer-book, which her palsied hand and failing eyes would scarce permit her to read, but which she evidently knew by heart—I felt persuaded that tho faltering voice of that poor woman arose to heaven far before the responses of the clerk, the swell of the organ, or the chaunting of the choir. I am fond of loitering about country churches, and this was so delightfully situated, that it frequently attracted me. It stood on a knoll, round which a small stream made a beautiful bend, and then wound its way through a long reach of soft meadow scenery. The church was surrounded by yew trees, which seemed almost coeval with itself. Its tall gothic spire shot up lightly from among them, with rooks and' crows generally wheeling about it. I was seated there one still sunny morning, watching two labourers who were digging a grave. They had chosen one of tlie most remote and neglected corners of the church-yard ; where from the number of nameless graves around, it would appear that the indigent poor and friendless were huddled into the earth. I was told that the new-made grave was for the only son of a poor widow. While I was meditating on the distinctions of worldly rank, Which extend thus down into the very dust, the toll �jjiiiii ' or of the bell announced the approach of the funeral. They were the obsequies of poverty, with which pride had nothing to do. A coffin of the plainest materials, without pall or covering, was borne by some of the villagers. The sexton walked before^ with an air of cold indifference. There were no mock mourners in the trappings of affected woe ; but there was one real mourner, who feebly tottered after the corpse. It was the aged mother of the deceased-—the poor old woman whom I had seen seated on the steps of the altar. She was supported by a humble friend, who was endeavouring to comfort her. A few of the neighbouring poor had joined the train, and some of the children of the village were running hand in hand, now shouting with unthinking mirth, and now pausing to gaze, with childish curiosity, on the grief of the mourner. As the funeral train approached the grave, the parson issued from the church porch, arrayed in the surplice, with prayer book in hand, and attended by, the clerk. The service, Jiowever, was a mere act of charity. The deceased had been destitute, and th« surviver pennyless. It was shuffled through, therefore, in form, but coldly and unfeelingly. The well fed priest moved but a few steps from the churchdoor,; his voice could scarcely be heard at the grave, and never did I hear the funeral service, that sublime and touching ceremony, turned into such a frigid mummery of words. I approached the grave. The coffin was placed on the ground. On it were inscribed the name and age of the deceased—4 4 George Somers, aged 26, years." The poor mother had been assisted to kneel down at the head of it. Her withered hands were clasped, as if in prayer; but I could perceive by a feeble rocking of the body, and a convulsive motion of the lips, that she was gazing on the last relics of her son, with the yearnings of a mother's heart. �10 The service being ended, preparations were made to deposit the coffin in the earth. There was that bustling noise which breaks so harshly on the feelings of grief and affection ; directions given in the cold tones of business ; the striking of spades into sand and gravel; which at the grave of those we love, is, of all sounds the most withering. The bustle around seemed to awaken the mother from a wretched reverie. She raised her glazed eyes, and looked about with a faint wildness. As the men approached with cords to lower the coffin into the grave, she rung her hands, and broke into an agony of grief. The poor woman who attended her took her by the arm, endeavouring to raise her from the earth, and to whisper something like consolation— " Nay, now—nay, now-—don't take it so sorely to heart.'' She could only shake her head and wring her hands, as one not to be comforted. As they lowered the body into the earth, the creaking of the cords seemed to agonize her j but when 011 some accidental obstruction there was a justling of the coffin, all the tenderness of the mother burst forth ; as if any harm could come to him who was far beyond the reach of worldly suffering. I could see no more—my heart swelled into my throat—my eyes filled with tears —I felt as if I were acting a barbarous part, in standing by and gazing idly on this scene of maternal anguish. I wandered to another part of the church-yard, where I remained until the funeral train had dispersed. When I saw the mother slowly and painfully quitting the grave, leaving behind her the remains of all that was dear to her 011 earth, and returning to silence and destitution, my heart ached for her. What, thought I, are the distresses of the,rich? they have friends to soothe—pleasures to beguile—-a world to divert and dissipate their griefs. What are the sorrows of the young? their growing minds soo& �11 close above the wound—their elastic spirits soon rise beneath the pressure—their green and ductilo affections soon twine round new objects. But tho sorrows of the poor, who have no outward appliances to soothe—the sorrows of the aged, with whom life at best is but a wintry day, and who can look for no after-growth of joy—the sorrows of the widow, aged, solitary, destitute, mourning over an only son, the last solace of her years; these are indeed sorrows which make us feel the impotency of consolation. It was sometime before I left the church-yard. On my way homeward I met with the woman who had acted as comforter ; she was just returned from accompanying the mother to her lonely habitation, and I drew from her some particulars connected with the affecting scene I had witnessed. The parents of the deceased had resided in tho village from childhood. They had inhabited one of the neatest cottages, and by various rural occupations, and the assistance of a small garden, had supported themselves creditably and comfortably, and led a happy and blameless life. They had one son, who had grown up to be the staff and pride of their age.—44 Oh, Sir I" said the good woman, " he was such a likely lad, so sweet-tempered, so kind to every one around him, so dutiful to his parents! It did one's heart good to see him on a Sunday, dressed 6ut in his best, so tall, so straight, so cheery, sup. porting his old mother to church—for she was always fonder of leaning on George's arm, than on her goodmaii's ; and poor soul £he might well bo proud of him, for a filler lad there was not in all the Country round." Unfortunately, the son was tempted, during a year Of scarcity and agricultural hardship, to enter into the Service of one of tire small craft that plied on a neighbouring river. He had not been long in this fefiipldy, wben lie Iras eiltrapped by k press-gang, and �carried off to sea. His parents received tidings of his seizure ; but beyond that they could learn nothing. It was tie loss of their main prop. The father, who was already infirm, grew heartless and melancholy, and sunk into his grave. The widow, left lonely in her age and feebleness, could no longer support herself, and came upon the parish. Still there was a kind feeling towards her throughout the village, and a certain respect, as being one of the oldest inhabitants. As 110 one applied for the cottage in which she had passed so many happy clays, she was permitted to remain in it, where she lived solitary and almost helpless. The few wants of nature were chiefly supplied from the scanty productions of her little garden, which the neighbours would now and then cultivate for her. It was but a few days before the time at which these circumstances were told me, that she was gathering some, vegetables for her repast, when she heard the cottage door which faced the garden suddenly open ; a stranger came out, and seemed to be looking eagerly and wildly around. He was dressed in seaman's clothes, was emaciated and ghastly pale,, and bore the air of one broken by sickness and hardships. He saw her and hastened towards her; but his steps were faint and faultering ; he sunk on his. knees before her, and sobbed like a. child. The poor woman gazed upon him with a vacant and wandering eye. 44 Oh my dear, dear mother! don't you know your son? your poor boy George!" It was the wreck of her once noble lad, who, shattered by wounds, by sickness, and by foreign imprisonment, had at length dragged his wasted limbs homeward, to repose among the scenes of his childhood. I will not attempt to detail the particulars of such a meeting, where joy and sorrow were so completely blended; still he was alive ; he was come home ; he might yet live to comfort and cherish her old age ; ... W' • • ' - - •:• M. -Ira • �13 Nature, however, was exhausted in him ; and if any thing had been. wanting to finish the work of fate, the desolation of his native cottage had been sufficient. He stretched himself on the pallet on which his widowed mother had passed many a sleepless night, and he never rose from it again. The villagers, when they heard that George ISomers had returned, crowded to see him, offering every comfort and assistance that their humble means afforded. He was too weak, however, to talk; he could only look his thanks. His mother was his constant attendant; and he seemed unwill ing to be helped by any other hand. There is something in sickness, that breaks down the pride of manhood, that softens the heart, and brings it back to the feelings of infancy. Who that has languished, even in advanced life, in sickness and despondency; who that has pined 011 a weary bed, in the neglect and loneliness of a foreign land, but has thought 011 the mother " tfcat looked on his childhood," that smoothed his pillow, and administered to his helplessness ? Oh! there is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son, that transcends all other affections of the heart. It is neither chilled by selfishness, nor daunted by danger, nor weakened by worthlessness, nor stifled by ingratitude. She will sacrifice every comfort to his convenience; she will surrender every pleasure to his enjoyment; she will glory in his fame, and exult in his prosperity: and if adversity overtake him, he will be the dearer to her by misfortune : and if disgrace settle upon his name, she will still love and cherish him ; and if the world beside cast him off, she will be all the world to him. Poor George Somers had known well what it was to be in sickness, and none to soothe—lonely, and in prison, and none to visit him. He could not endure his mother from his sight; if she moved away, his �fcye would follow her. She would sit for hours by his bed, watching him as he slept. Sometimes he would start from a feverish dream, and look anxiously up until he saw her venerable form bending over him, when he would take her hand, lay it on his bosom, and fall asleep with the tranquillity of a child. In this way he died. My fkst impulse on hearing this humble tale of affliction, was to visit the cottage of the mourner, and administer pecuniary assistance, and, if possible comfort. I found, however, on inquiry, that the good feelings of the villagers had prompted them to do every thing that the case admitted; and as the poor know best how to console each other's sorrows, I did not venture to intrude. The next, Sunday I was at the village church, when, to my surprise, I saw the poor old woman tottering down the aisle to her accustomed seat on the steps of the altar. She had made an effort to put on something like mourning for her son ; and nothing could be more touching than this struggle between pious affection and utter poverty : a black ribband or so,—a faded black handkerchief, and one or two more such humble attempts to express by outward signs the grief which passes show. When I looked round on the storied monuments, the stately hatchments, the cold marble pomp, with which grandeur mourned magnificently over departed pride, and turned to this poor widow/ bowed down by age and sorrow, at the altar of her God, and offering up the prayers and praises of a pious, though Broken heart, I felt that this living monument of real grief was worth them all. I related her story to some of the wealthy m e m bers of the congregation, aiid they were moved by it. They exerted tlieinselves to render lifer situation more comfortable, and to lighten her afflictions. It �m h w h v h i h h i m h 15 was, however, but smoothing a few steps to the grave. In the course of a Sunday or two after she was missed from her usual seat at church, and before I left the neighbourhood, I heard with a feeling of satisfaction, that she had quietly breathed her last, and had gone to rejoin those she loved, 1 1 that 1 world where sorrow is never known, and friends aro never parted. ENCOUNTER W I T H A LION. THE day was exceedingly pleasant, and not a cloud was to be seen. For a mile or two we travelled along the banks of the river, which in this part abounded in tall mat-rushes, The dogs seemed much to enjoy prowling about and examining every bushy place, and at last met with some object among the rushes, which caused them to set up a most vehement and determined barking. We explored the spot with caution, as we suspected, from the peculiar tone of the bark, that it was what it proved to be, lions. Having encouraged the dogs to drive them out, a task -which they performed with great willingness, we had a full view of an enormous black mained lion and lioness. The latter was seen only for a minute, as she made her escape up the river, under concealment of the rushes; but the lion came steadily forward, and stood still to look at us. At this moment we felt our situation not free from danger, as the animal seemed preparing to spring upon us, and we were standing on the bant, at the distance of only a few yards from him, most of us toeing on foot and unarmed, without any visible possibility of escaping. I had given up my horse to the hunters, �JLU and was 011 foot myself; but there was no time for fear, and it was useless to attempt avoiding' him. I stood well on my guard, holding my pistols in my hand, with my finger 011 the trigger, and those who had muskets, kept themselves prepared in the same manner. But at this instant the clogs boldly flew in between us and the lion, and surrounding him, kept him at bay by their violent and resolute barking. The courage of these faithful animals was most admirable ; they advanced up to the side of the huge beast, and stood making the greatest clamour in his face, without the least appearance of fear. The Hon, conscious of his strength, remained unmoved at their noisy attempts, and kept his head towards us. At one moment, the dogs, perceiving his eyes thus engaged, had advanced close to his feet, and seemed as if they would actually seize hold of him; but they paid dearly for their imprudence, for, without discomposing the majestic and steady attitude in which he stood fixed, he merely moved his paw, and at the next instant I beheld two lying dead. In doing this he made so little exertion, that it was scarcely perceptible by what means they had been killed. Of the time which we gained by the interference of the dogs, not a moment was lost; we fired upon him; one of the balls went through his side just between the short ribs, and the blood immediately began to flow; but the animal still remained standing in the same position. We had no doubt that he would spring upon us ; every gun was instantly re-loaded ; but happily we were mistaken, and were not sorry to see him move quietly away, though I had hoped in a few minutes to have been enabled to take hold of his paw without danger. - - ms mmmumm^ �\%7 THE SOLDIER'S WIFE. IT is now many years since the first battalion of the 17th Regiment of Foot, under orders to embark for India,—that far distant land, where so many of our brave countrymen have fallen victims to the climate, and where so few have slept in what soldiers call 44 the bed of glory,"—were assembled in the barrack yard of Chatham, to be inspected previously to their passing on board the transports, which lay moored in the Downs. It was scarcely day-break, when the merry drum and fife were heard over all parts of the town, and the soldiers were seen sallying forth from their quarters, to join the ranks, with their bright firelocks on their shoulders, and the knapsacks and canteens fastened to their backs by belts as white as snow. Each soldier was accompanied by some friend or acquaintance,—or by some individual, with a dearer title to his regard than either; and there was a strange and sometimes a whimsical mingling of weeping and laughter among the assembled groups. The second battalion was to remain in England, and the greater portion of the division was present, to bid farewell to their old companions in arms. But among husbands and wives, uncertainty as to their destiny prevailed—for the lots were yet to be drawn—the lots that were to decide which of the women should accompany the regiment, and which should remain behind. Ten of each company were to be taken, and chance was to be th© only arbiter. Without noticing what passed elsewhere, I confined my attention to that company which was commanded by my friend Captain Loden, a brave and excellent officer, who, I am sure, has no more than myself forgotten the scene to which I refer. The women had gathered round the flag-serjeant, �18 who held the lots in his cap, ten of them marked, " to go," and all the others containing the fatal words "to remain," It was a moment of dreadful suspense, and never have I seen the extreme of anxiety so powerfully depicted in the countenances of human beings, as in the countenances of each of the soldiers' wives who composed that group. One advanced and drew her ticket; it was against her, and she retreated sobbing. Another, she succeeded; and giving a loud huzza, ran off to the distant ranks to embrace her husband, A third came forward with hesitating steps: tears were already chasing each other down her cheek, and there was an unnatural paleness on her interesting and youthful countenance! She put her small hand into the serjeant's cap, and I saw by the rise and fall of her bosom even more than her looks revealed. She unrolled the paper, looked upon it, and with a deep groan, fell back and fainted. So intense was the anxiety of every person present, that she remained unnoticed/-until the tickets had been drawn, and the greater number of the women had left the spot. I then looked round and beheld her supported by her husband, who was kneeling upon the ground, gazing upon her face, and drying her fast falling tears with his coarse handkerchief, and now and then pressing it to his own manly cheek. Captain Loden advanced towards them.—" I am sorry* Henry Jenkins," said he, " that fate has been against you; but bear up and be stout-hearted," " I am so, Captain," said the soldier, as he looked up, and passed his rough hand across his face » "but 'tis a hard thing to part from a wife, and she so soon to be a mother." " Oh! Captain," sobbed the young woman, "as you are both a husband and a father, do not take him from me. I have no friend in the wide world, but one, and will you let him bide with me? Oh! take �19 me with him,—take me with him,—for tlie lore bf God take me with him, Captain." She fell oii her knees, laid hold of the officer's sash, clasped it firmly between her hands, and looked up in his face, Exclaiming, " O h ! leave me my only hope, at least till1 God has given me another ;" and repeated in heartrending accents, " Oh [ take me with him, take me with him!" The gallant officer was himself in tears; he knew that it was impossible to grant the poor wife's petition, without creating much discontent in his company, and he gazed upon them with that feeling with which a good man always regards the sufferings he cannot alleviate. At this moment, a smart young soldier stepped forward, and stood before the Captain, with his hand to his cap. " And what do you want, my good fellow?" said the officer. " My name's John Carty, plase yer lionour, and I belong to the second battalion." " And what do you want here ?" Only, yer honour,'7 said Carty, scratching his head, "that poor man and his wife there, is sorrowhearted at parting, I'm thinking." " Well, and what then ?" " W h y , yer honour, they say I am a likely lad, and I know I'm fit for sarviee,—and if your honour would only let that poor fellow take my place in Captain Bond's company, and let me take his place in yours,—why, yer honour would make two poor things happy, and save the life of one of 'em, I'm thinking." Captain Loden considered for a few minutes, and directing the young Irishman to remain where he was, proceeded to his brother officer's quarters. He soon made arrangements for the exchange of the soldiers, and returned to the place where he had left them, �20 " Well, Jolin Carty," said he, " you go to Bengal with me, and you, Henry Jenkins, remain at home with your wife." " Thank yer honour," said John Carty, again touching his cap as he walked off. Henry Jenkins and his wife both rose from the ground, and rushed into each other's arms. 44 God bless you, Captain," said the soldier, as he pressed his wife closer to his bosom. " O h , bless him for ever!" said the wife ; " bless him with prosperity, and a happy heart!—bless his wife, and bless his children ;•" and she again fainted. The officer, wiping a tear from his eye, and exclaiming, " May you never want a friend when I am far from you,—you, my good lad, and your amiable and loving wife !" passed on to his company. The happy couple went in search of John Carty. * * * * * * About twelve months since, as two boys were watching the sheep confided to their charge, upon a wide heath, in the county of Somerset, their attention was attracted by a soldier, who walked along apparently with much fatigue, and at length stopped to rest his weary limbs beside the old finger-post, which at one time pointed out the way to the neighbouring villages, which now afforded no information to the traveller, for age had rendered it useless. The boys were gazing upon him with much curiosity, when he beckoned them towards him, and enquired the way to the village of Eldenby. The eldest, a fine intelligent lad of about twelve years of age, pointed to the path, and asked if lio was going to any particular house in the village, " No, my little lad," said the soldier ; "but it is on the high road to Frome, and I have friends there; but, in truth, I am very wearied, and perhaps may �21 find in yon village some person who will befriend a poor fellow, and look to God for a reward. " Sir," said tfie boy, " m y father was a soldier, many years ago, and he dearly loves to look upon a red coat; if you come with me, you may be sure of a welcome." " And you can tell us stories about foreign parts,'' said the younger lad, a fine chubby-cheeked fellow, who, with his watch-cloak thrown carelessly over his shoulder, and his crook in his right hand, had been minutely examining every portion of the soldier's dress. The boys gave instructions to their intelligent dog, who, they said, would take good care of the sheep during their absence ; and in a few minutes the soldier and his young companions reached the gate of a flourishing farm house, which had all the external tokens of prosperity and happiness. The younger boy trotted on a few paces before, to give his parents notice that they had invited a stranger to rest beneath their hospitable roof; and the soldier had just crossed the threshold of the door, when he was received by a joyful cry of recognition from his old friends, Henry Jenkins and his wife ; and he was welcomed as a brother to the dwelling of those, who, in all human probability, were indebted to him for their present enviable station. It is unnecessary to pursue this story further than to add, that John Carty spent his forlough at Eldenby farm ; and that at the expiration of it, his discharge was purchased by his grateful friends. He is now living in their happy dwelling ; and his care and exertions have contributed greatly to increase their prosperity. Nothing lias gone wrong with them since John Carty was their steward. " Cast thy bread upon the waters," said the wise man, " and it shall be returned to thee after many days." �22 HELL BRIDGE, THERE is a narrow pass between the mountains in the neighbourhood of Bendearg, in the Highlands of Scotland, which, at a little distance, has the appearance of an immense artificial bridge thrown over a tremendous chasm; but on nearer approach, is seen to be a wall of nature's own masonry, formed of vast and rugged bodies of solid rock, piled on each other, as if in the giant's sport of architecture. Its sides are in some places covered with trees of a considerable size ; and the passenger wlio has a head steady enough to look down, may see the eyrie of birds of prey beneath his feet. The path across is so narrow, that it cannot admit of two persons passing; and, indeed, none but natives would attempt the dangerous route, though it saves a circuit of three miles: yet it sometimes happens that two travellers meet, owing to the curve formed by the pass preventing a view across from either side ; and when this is the case, one lies down, while the other crawls over his body. One day, a Highlander, walking along the pass, when he had gained the highest part of the arch, observed another coming leisurely up, and being himself one of the patrician order, called him to lie down ; the person, however, disregarded the command, and the Highlanders met on the summit. They were Cairn and Bendearg, of two families in enmity to each other. " I was first at the top," said Bendearg, " and called out first, lie down, that I might pass over in peace." 44 When the Grant prostrates himself before the M'Pherson," answered the other, " it must be with a sword through his body." " Turn back, then," said Bendearg, " and repass as you came ;" " Go back yourself, if you like it," replied Grant; " I will not be the first of my name to turn before the M'Pherson." They then threw �w a s M B H H i 28 their bonnets over the precipice, and advanced with a slow and cautious pace closer to each other—they were both unarmed. Stretching their limbs like men preparing for a desperate struggle, they plant, ed their feet firmly 011 the ground, compressed their lips, knit their brows, and fixing fierce and watchful eyes on each other, stood prepared for an onset. They both grappled at the same moment; but, being of an equal strength, were unable to shift each other's position—standing fixed on the rock, with suppressed breath, and muscles strained to the top of their bent, like statues carved out of the solid stone. At length M'Plierson, suddenly removing his right foot, so as to give him greater purchase, stooped his body, and bent his enemy down with him by main strength, till they both leaned over the precipice, looking downward into the terrible abyss. The contest was as yet doubtful, for Grant had placed his foot firmly 011 an elevation at the brink, and had equal command of his enemy, but at this moment M'Plierson sunk slowly any firmly 011 his knee, and while Grant suddenly started back, stooping to take the supposed advantage, whirled him over his head into the gulf. M'Pherson fell backwards, his body partly hanging over the rock, a fragment gave way beneath him, and he sunk farther, till catching with a desperate effort at the solid stone above, he regained his footing. " There was a pause of death-like stillness, and the bold heart of M'Pherson felt sick and faint. At length, as if compelled unwillingly by some mysterious jps feeling, lie looked down over the precipice. Grant J <• had caught with a death-like grip, by the rugged ';) 11 point of a rock—his enemy was almost within his ?J reach. His face was turned upward, and there was ||j in it horror and despair ; but he uttered no word or cry. The next moment he loosed his hold, and his brains were dashed out before the eyes of his heredi- �24 tai7 foe ; the mangled body disappeared among tlie trees, and his last heavy and hollow sound arose from the bottom. M'Pherson returned home an altered man. He purchased a commission in the army, and fell bravely in the wars of the Peninsula. The Gaelic name of the place where this tragedj was acted signifies HELL BRIDGE. FINIS, � 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 034: Title-page illustration of two old men engaged in an animated conversation. 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The Conflict between Grant and McPherson, At hell Bridge, A Dangerous Pass in the Highlands of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #6 in a bound collection of 20 chapbooks Description An account of the resource 80 is printed at the bottom of the title-page. Woodcut #34: Illustration on title-page of two old men engaged in an animated conversation. Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Chatham, Kent, England India Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Highlands Crime Highlands Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="http://library.sc.edu/spcoll/britlit/roycol.html" href="http://library.sc.edu/spcoll/britlit/roycol.html">G. Ross Roy Collection, University of South Carolina Libraries&nbsp;</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 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 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 moral tales Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: religion & morals Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): upper class Gender: man/men https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b48d95d9ed08339cfbed562659d2b451.jpg 47e4cc8fa6c3560265d4240c08327391 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 3476 Width 1938 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/56e2e0ff028ac62511ccc06c231bc964.pdf 86512e079b1bed4f6418f980b45ac948 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 Surprising Life and Adventures of the Gentleman-Robber, Redmond O'Hanlon, generally called the Captain General of the Irish robbers, protector of the rights and properties of his benefactors, and redresser of the wrongs of the poor and distressed. 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/alma9923425223505154">s0118b08</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The history of Redmond O'Hanlon Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1840-1850?] per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages 16 cm Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #9 in a bound collection of 20 chapbooks (s0231b06) Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of Saint George on horseback slaying the dragon on the title-page. 93 is printed at the bottom of the title-page. Quote by William Wordsworth - "His daring mood preserved him still; This was the Robber's simple plan, That they should take who have the will, And they alone should keep who can. Wordsworth." is printed on the title-page. Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Armagh, Northern Ireland Glasgow, Scotland Subject The topic of the resource Crime Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</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 Abstract A summary of the resource. A biography describing the life, crimes, and many adventures of the Irish rogue, Robert O’Hanlon, who was well known in the 17/18th centuries for his exploits and criminal depredations of the countryside. In a Robin Hood-esque manner, he is credited with robbing the rich while aiding the poor, as well as protecting the Irish while harassing the English. Among other things, he is also credited with the organization of a countrywide thieving cartel and extortion operation. 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 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/aa51d8d2eea02d68efef5397f37f8b19.pdf 7f074c5cc721c5fa4511facdf602c29a PDF Text Text THE TAX'D DOGS' GARLAND. To which are added, The Maid ofPrimroseHill. Hap Me with thy Petticoat. Stirling, Printed and Sold by C. Randall. 1806. �THE TAX'D DOGS' GARLAND, UPON the road, the other day, I chanc'd to overtake Sir, T w o country-men upon the road, who great complaint did make, Sir. One of the two right mournful said, oh ! have you heard the news, Sir, A heavy tax is laid on dogs, which are of so great use, Sir. Six shillings now we all must pay, if that a dog we keep, Sir, Poor people cannot this afford, tho' they should lose their sheep, Sir, I'mseventyyears or thereabout, my neighbour's sixty aax Sir, But never saw the like of this, to lay on dogs a tax, Sir. W o w man, I think, there's mony ways, to clear the nation's load , Sir, �3 Than to oppress a poor man so, and tax his very dog, Sir. This morning, or I came frae hame, I saw three collies die, Sir, Their owner's could not pay the tax, tho't had been but shillings three, Sir. O if they had but come to me, or yet to Madge my wife, Sir, This year's taxation we would p a i d , to saved their collie's life, My heart was wae to see the brutes sharesicuntimely fate The country sure must be right poor when they uphold the state. There's mony dogs I frankly own, that useless for to keep, Sir; But country collies useful are, for herding of our sheep, My collie is an unco beast, and meikle sense he has, Sir, And when the sheep strays over far aff, he gives them mony a chase, Sir, I canna want my collie dog, mair than meat to my wime, Sir ; �4 For turning either horse or nout, he is a hunter fine, Sir. He never hunts them by the head, but ay grips at their heels, Sir ; And gathers safely a' the flock, when running thro' the fields, Sir He's careful o ' the house at night, and when that any ill, Sir, Is likely for to come on me, he barks baith loud and shrill, Sir. Were t not for him the robbers sure would take from me my geir, Sir But collie gives a lively bark, when danger it is near, Sir. At kirk or fair there's never a dog, wi' collie can compare, Sir The other day upon the road, he catch'd a running hare, Sir. It's very right that useless dogs, shou'd pay a handsome tax, Sir Each one should twenty shillings pay, If collies must pay sax, Sir. -... The happy time will yet arrive, I hope the t i m e to see, Sir, �5 W h e n useless dogs will all be hang'd, and collie dogs gae free, Sir. THE M \ID OF PRIMROSE-HILL, ' T W A S under Primrose-hill there liv'd, a sweet pretty maid, Not Venus could give more delight, when you her charms furvey'd. For the lillies fair and the roses there, they did combine, and both entwine, To form a beauty rare. This one many suitors had, but treated them with scorn, Till William who could play and dance, came piping o'er the lawn; He sung so sweet, was dress'd so neat, that maidens fair, they did declare, Their love for William great. Sweet maid of Primrose-hill, he cry'd, I come a wooing here, Then do not you mylovereject, nor treat me too fevere. For my heart so true is fix'd on you, • I'll Thou flower of rosy hue. consta �6 The maid she gave her head a toss, replied with scornful air, I wonder that you can to me, your fruitless love declare ; For suitors great, in land estate have offered me their bride to be, So you do come too late. Then William hung his head with grief, and said poor girl, adieu, I'll quit your charms for wars alarms, and glory I'll pursue, For love shall yield to Mars the field, the fife and drum, invite to come, I'll poise the spear and shield. Then with a smile she called him back, and said, dear William s t a y , I did but jest to try your love, sogo not now away Then with a kiss, he seal'd his bliss, she And named the happy day, Then to the church he went with sweet content the bells rang all with joy, Their hands were joined in Hymen's bands, their bless will never cloy ; For they love all day at night toy and pray who'll so happy be, as he and she, For their lives are always May. d �7 H A P ME W I T H THY P E T T I C O A T . O B E L L , thy looks have killed my heart, I pass the day in pain When night returns i feel the smart, and wish for them in vain, I'mstarvingin cold, while thou art w a r m : have pity and incline, And grant me for a hap that charming petticoat of thine. My ravish'd fancy in amaze, still wanders o'er thy charms, Delusive dreams ten thousand ways, present thee to my By waking think what I endure, while crue' you decline, Thosepleasureswho can only cure, this panting breast of mine. I faint, I fail, and wildly rove, becauseyoustilldeny The just reward that's due to love, and let true passion die. Oh ! turn and let compassion seize that lovely breast of thine ; arms �8 Thy petticoat would give me ease, if thou and it were mine. Sure Heaven has fitted for delight, that beauteous form of thine, And thou art too good its law to flight, by hind ring the design. May all the powers of love agree, at length to make thee mine Or lose my chains, and set me free from every charm of thine. F I N I S . � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/6d8b51c20308f3543c51f93233fa62b2.jpg a67254bf0fa7e7386ffca61ee4828de6 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 3426 Width 1944 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 tax'd dogs' garland. To which are added, The maid of Primrose-hill. Hap me with thy petticoat. Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Courtship and Marriage War Chapbooks - Scotland - Stirling Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1806 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 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/alma9923426683505154">s0113b06</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 Stirling, Scotland Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The maid of Primrose-hill. Hap me with thy petticoat. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of ballads and songs on a variety of topics, including: the complaint of two old men against a tax on dogs, speaking also in defense on the usefulness of collie dogs; the courtship of a local beauty by young man who, upon being tested with rejection, vows to join the army until she consents to marry him; and the rantings of a young man to the girl he desires, describing her beauty and suggestively asking her for her petticoat as a covering. 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="http://www.lib.uoguelph.ca/find/find-type-resource/archival-special-collections/scottish-studies">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a> 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 Stirling: Printed and sold by C. 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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 Theatrical Speaker. A Selection of the Newest and Most Popular Recitations of the Present Day Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840 Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages 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 #32 in a bound collection of 34 chapbooks Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of ballads, recitations, and verse, including a death-song of a Native American chief, a martyr’s lament who refuses to leave her husband’s side as he is tortured to death, a humorous song about an aging widow and a dyer, a celebration of the American landscape and liberty, a humorous song about a schoolmaster, a gothic tale of an unfaithful woman visited by the ghoulish apparition of her betrayed lover at her wedding, a moral tale encouraging young men not to pay mind to jeerers, a lament describing the fall of Poland, the story of a weaver who loses his pack in the snow, the song of a drunkard before and after drinking, a description of the death of Marmion at Flodden, and a conversation between a father and son detailing the evils of drinking. 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 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> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Outalissi's Death Song How-d'ye-do and Good-bye Gertrude Von Der Wart Billy Dip Tell's Speech The Country Schoolmaster Alonzo the Brave The Old Man, his Son, and Ass On the Downfall of Poland Parody on Lord Ullin's Daughter The Drunkard and his Bottle Death of Marmion The Father Reformed Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Poland 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. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Paisley: G. Caldwell and Son architecture: stairs Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Paisley: G. Caldwell Fashion (Clothing): upper class Gender: man/men Gender: woman/women https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b1c3d011c3e92a155a8aadab345f088b.pdf 80054adb57e369a8e25b7a90ed0ca32f https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/1337f83de2b29b0904f58bb1d600aff7.jpg 4251e8a0b372283fa04a4a6d6cafb28e 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/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 083: Title-page illustration of a knight in armor on a horse. 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 Tragedy of Sir James the Rose. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923432073505154">s0091b25</a> <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133953505154">s0141b34</a> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1820-1830?] per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. a bound collection of 54 chapbooks (s0141b34) Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Highlands Chapbooks - Scotland - Stirling Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</a> <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&nbsp;</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 Abstract A summary of the resource. This tells the tragic tale of Sir Rose, who falls in love with Matilda. Her father, Lord Buchan, objects to the marriage and tells her she will marry Lord Graeme. Sir Rose fights first Graeme’s brother and then is chased down by Graeme himself. While Sir Rose overcomes both Graeme and his men, he is mortally wounded and dies, whereupon Matilda falls upon his sword to follow him into death. 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. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Stirling: W. Macnie, Booksellers Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Description An account of the resource Woodcut #83: Illustration on title page of a knight in armor on a horse. # of Woodcuts: 1 Activity: horse back riding Animal: horse(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1821-1830 Chapbook Publisher - Stirling: Printed by William Macnie Fashion (Clothing): military Gender: man/men Occupation: soldier Outdoor Scene Transportation: horse(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/07cc35f64bc420fb99ae9a8d5609124b.pdf 9218badddc6b364f3e36fbf122ef4a5c PDF Text Text THE TRAGICAL BALLAD OF LORD JOHN'S MURDER; TOGETHER WITJI THE CRUEL BROTHER. £»w<xJ io(f }ui{i GLASGOW ILVHJ P.VA\ e PRINTED FOli THE BOOKSELLERS. 79. �LORD JOHN'S MURDEli. John stands in liis stablo door, Says lie, I will gae ride ; His lady, in her bigly bower, Desired him to bide. How can I bide, how can I bido? IIow shall I bide wi* thee? When I ha'e kill'd your ae brother, You liae liae mair but lie." If ye lia'e kill'd my ae brother, Alas! and wae is me ; If ye be well yoursel\ iny love, Tho less matter will it be! Ye'll do you to yon bigly bower, And take a silent sle<p, And I'll watch in my highest tower, Your fair body to ke«?p." LORD 49 44 44 She has shut her bigly bower, All wi' a silver pin ; And done i er to the highest tower, To watch that nane come in. �3 But as she looked round about, To see what she cou d see, There she saw nine armed knights Coine riding o'er the lea. God make you safe and free, lady, God make you safe and free! Did you see a bludy knight Come riding o'er the lea?" " 0 what like was his hawk, his hawk? And what like was his hound? If liis steed has ridden well, lie's pass'd fair Scotland's strand. " Come in, come in, glide gentlemen, And take white bread and wine ; And aye the better ye'll pursue, The lighter that ye dine." We thank you for your bread, lady, We thank you for your wine ; And I would gi'e my lands sae broad, Your fair body wore mine." She has gane to her bigly bower, Her ain gude lord to meet; A trusty brand he quickly drew, Ga'e her a wound sae deep. " What barm, my lord, provokes thine ire, To wreak itself on nif , When thus i strove to save thy life, Yet served for sic a fee'f" 44 44 4 �4 Ohon, alas! m j lady gay, To come so hastilie ; I thought it was my deadly foe, Ye had trysted into me. " 0 live, 0 live, my gay lady, The space o* ae half hour, And nae a leech in a* the land But l'se bring to your bower." How can I live, how shall I live ? How can I live for thee ? Ye see my blude rins on the ground My heart's blude by your knee! 0 take to flight, and flee, my love, 0 take to flight and flee! I wouldna wish your fair body For to get harm for me." Ae foot I winna flee, lady, Ae foot I winna flee ; I've dune the crime worthy o' death, It's right that I should die. 0 deal ye well at my love's lyke, The beer, but an' the wine ; For, ere the morn, at this same time, Ye'll deal the same at mine. 44 41 44 t4 44 THE CRUEL BROTHER. was three ladies play'd at the ba\ With a heigh-ho J and a lily gay ; THERE �5 There came a knight, and play'd o'er them a', As the primrose spreads so sweetly. The eldest was baith tall and fair, Witlra heigh-ho! and a lily gay; But the youngest was beyond compare, As the primrose spreads so sweetly. The midmost had a gracefu* mien, With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay ; But the -youngest look'd like beauty's queen, As the primrose spreads so sweetly. The knight bow'd low to a* the three, With a heigh-ho ! and a lily gay; But to the youngest he bent his knee, As the primrose spreads so sweetly. The lady turned her head aside, With a heigh-ho i and a lily gay ; The knight he woo'd her to be his bride, As the primrose spreads so sweetly. The lady bluah'd a rosy red, With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay ; And said, Sir knight, I'm o'er young to wod, As the primrose spreads so sweetly." 0, lady fair, give me your hand, With a heigh ho! and a lily gay; And I'll mak' you lady of a' my land, As the primrose spreads so sweetly.'' 44 14 �" Sir knight, ere you my favour win, "With a heigh ho! and a lily gay; Ye maun get consent frae a' my kin', As the primrose spreads so sweetly." lie has got consent frae her parents dear, With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay; And likewise frae her sisters fair, As the primrose spreads so sweetly. lie has got consent frae her kin' each one, With a heigh ho! and a lily gay : But forgot to spear at her brother John, As the primrose spreads so sweetly. Now, when the wedding-day was come. With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay ; The knight would take his bonnie bride home, As the primrose spreads so sweetly. And many a lord and many a knight, With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay ; Came to behold that lady bright, As the primrose spreads so sweetly. And there was nae man that did. her see, With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay ; But wished Inmself bridegroom to be, As the primrose spreads so sweetly. Her father dear led her ^own the stair, With a heigh ho! and a lily gay ; And her si>teis twain they kis^djier there As the primrose spreads so sweetly. �7 Her mother dear l«d her through the close, With a heigh-ho! and a lily gny ; And her brother John set her oh the horse, As the primrose spreads so sweetly. She lean'd her o'er the saddle bow, With a heigh ho! and a lily gny ; To give him a kiss ere she did go. As the primrose spreads so sweetly. He has ta'en a knife, baith lang and sharp, With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay ; And stabb'd the botinie bride to the heart As the primrose spreads so sweetly. She hadna ridden half through the town, With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay, Until her heart's blood stained her gown, As the primrose spreads so sweetly. "Ride saftly on," said the best young man, • With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay ; For I think onr bonnie bride looks pale and wan, As the primrose spreads so sweetly. " 0, lead me gently up yon hill, With a l.eigh-ho! and a lily gay ; Ami I'll there sit down, and make my will, As the primrose spreads so sweetly/' " 0, what will you leave to your father dear, With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay?" " The silver shod steed that brought ine here. As the primrose spreads so sweetly." 4 0 �8 " What will you leavo to your mother dear, With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay ?" " My velvet pall and silken gear, As the primrose spreads so sweetly." And what will you leave to your sister Ann, With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay ? " My silken scarf and my golden fan, As the primrose spreads so sweetly." What will you leave to your sister Grace, With a heigh-ho ! and a lily gay?" My bloody cloaths to wash and dress, As the primrose spreads so sweetly." What will you leave to your brother John, With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay?" The gallows-tree to hang him on, As the primrose spreads so^ sweetly." What will ye leave to your brother John's wife With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay?" The wilderness to end her life, As the primrose spreads so sweetly." This fair lady in her grave was laid, With a heigh-ho ! and a lily gay ; And a mass was o'er her said, As the primrose spreads so sweetly. But it would have made your heart right sair, With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay ; To see the bridegroom rive his hair, As the primrose spreads so sweetly. 44 44 44 44 44 44 44 44 � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ed36db03f066944696f3278fe41973c8.jpg 3fd9b54d2524b4da566c04ed493aecd6 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 3129 Width 1878 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 tragical ballad of Lord John's murder; together with The cruel brother. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Ballads Songs 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 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/alma9943830993505154">s0615b45</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The cruel brother. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 14 cm Description An account of the resource '79' is printed at the bottom of the title page Woodcut image of two ruffians, one with a dagger in his hand, apparently robbing a gentleman of his money on title page Accrual Method The method by which items are added to a collection. Purchased through the Jane Grier Family Trust. 2012. 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>/ 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 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5b53f85088f068d0ba61e7ea02a9e308.pdf 4ccfae49887ea5d20c7af0e74bee0178 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/547ab979c0b6b8971eeefb3b20aa7087.jpg 4094ea23dac696353c536d85e373ad09 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f2efdaba7987694262b1de0cc213662a.jpg c61095694d08209fd743318237411210 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/2561a71e34423bf5f118b6024ac27436.jpg fad53a70e9468afe6d384680031058ae https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/42fa0f4d34a0ea27203ccf141cf6a527.jpg c7587533a8a47e5ee8b4010d9ef55f32 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/9a46e339b5f9ceae8db1e8fc11df593c.jpg 195c5230ea584df828a4d4e72e30b09b https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f938648bff4ace9e35706d072fcea76a.jpg e5a08ead3c344b233adf82f83d022d95 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/1572f33b0e382fa29328a95c611bb32f.jpg 0bcf0c4bd988b0ae0e919ae02ee6b9e5 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8a883a7e976980284b1df4c6584d8aab.jpg e1d9fbf13e5e8b80e2dfbedc584bbff4 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 Tragical History of Gill Morice, an Ancient Ballad. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923432103505154">s0091b26</a> Description An account of the resource 4 printed at the bottom of the title-page Abstract A summary of the resource. This tells the tragic tale of a Gill Morice, who is the illegitimate child of the wife of a nearby Baron. He sends for his mother to visit him in the woods, but the Baron, mistaking the summons to be the summons of a young lover, goes himself and kills Gill, not knowing him as the son of his wife. When he brings back Gill’s head, his wife reveals that he was her son from before they were married and begs to die herself as well. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1870-1883 per: University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Religion and Morals Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow 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&nbsp;</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 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 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7943bcdbb0ae0e7fa5069ca958f681ad.jpg 8254086c24aa26b8767f6c6161f47507 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 3072 Width 1835 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 man with sword and shield standing in outdoor scene; house and trees in the background https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/dc213f9208bada6271c93ebb6879f338.pdf eb97f2fc02c317afbb88e4dae4758c38 PDF Text Text �GILL MORICE. G I L L MORICE w a s an E a r l ' s son, His name it waxed wide; It was nae for his great riches, Nor yet his meikie pride. His face was fair, lang was his hair, In the wild woods he staid, But his fame was by a fair lady. That liv'd on Carron side.—Where will I get a bonny boy, That will win hose and shoon, That will gae to Lord Barnard's And bid his lady come! Ye maun rin this errand, VViIIie> And maun rin wi' pride, When other boys gae on their On horseback ye shall ride." " O no ! O no I my master dear \ I dare not for my life, I'll no gae to the bauld Baron's For to tryst forth his wife." " My bird Willie, my boy Willie, My dear Willie/' he said, " How can you strive against the stream, For I shall be obey'd." " But, oh, my master d e a r ! " he cried, " In green wood yeVe your lane ; Gi'e o'er sic thoughts, I would ye red, For fear y e sbouM be ta'en." �8 " Haste, haste, I say, gae to die A nd bid her come here Hvf speed; If ye refuse my high command I'll gar thy body bleed. Gae, bid her take this gay mantle, T i s sl gowd but the hern; Bid her come to the' gGod'green wood, And bring nane but her lane? And there it is, a silken sark, Her ain hand sew'd the sleeve, And bid her come to Gill Morice, Speir nae bauld Baron's leave." " Yes, I will gae your black errand, Though it be to my cost; Sin ye by me wiM nae be warnd, In it ye shall find frost. The Baron he's a man of might, He ne'er could bide a taunt, As ye shall see before it's night, How sma' ye ha'e to vaunt* Now, sin I maun your errand rib, Sair, sair against my wilt* I*se make a vow, and keep-k true, It shall be done for ill * And when he came to broken brig, He bent his bow and swam ; And when he came m grasa growing, Set down his feet andr#n i And when he came to B^rtitff'cPs: ha', Wou'd neither chap nor dtf'i ® u t sethis bent boW to his btfeafefc, o.t s' And lightly lap the wa\ .^JO ; �4 H e would tell nae man bis errant!/ <BH " Though twa stood at the gate, ; bid ha h But straight into the ha* he came, ; of 97 \i Whar grit felks fat at tneat;> vfxxl U i m H i " Hail ! hail! my gentle sire and dame, !;k! My message winna wait; Dame, ye maun^o ttegi?ee*i wood gang 3d Lilt Before that it be Jate 9 , i jud cnm-imhd ha A Ye're bidden take thi^gay mMtle., } -mh ho A It's a' goud but the hem ; . f • *! Ye maun go to thej gof>4 grfejen wood^ ; 1 bid bo A E'en by your > bfrmd e m ibqB There it is, a silken sark> : • In•;.* 1 Your ain hand sew'd- the sleeve; ; Ye maun come speak to Gill Morfce? lvc Speir nae bauld Baron's; leave,"; ! Ifon* > / it ?•! The lady stamped wi' her foot, ;u And winked wi' her eye ; 1 ; ' - i ->i 3 But a that she could or say do, ; (b aA Forbidden he wadm be. ? f r v/oH h u It's surely to my bow r woman, . It ne'er cou'd be to me." " I brought to Lord-Barnard's lady, 1 I trow that ye be she." Then up and spake ithe wylie nurse? (The bairn upon her knee,) , i n | 4 If it be come from Gill Morice, - / T i s dear welcome tp me," " Ye lied, ye lied, ye filthy nurse, IA Sae loud's I hear yQu lie; I brought it to Lord Barnard's Lady, J;JH I trow ye be not she." �5 Then up and spoke the baiild BaronV eUi>l '; An angry man was lie, r £ no *' r He's ta'en the table wr life foot, , ? In flinders gart a'flee/ " Gae bring a robe of yon Cleidihg', That hangs upon the pin, " And I'll gaet^the^^oid^grejBnHvdcid^'' And speak with ycTur iSrW&rti'* I hisi bah " 0 bide at hame, now Lord Barnard, ? I warn ye bide at foanie/ > r ^ Ne'er wyte a man for violence, - ::><)<U That ne'er wyte ye 'wi' nane.'^ -• Gill Morice sits in good green wood, He whistled and h e - j j s r f a h> > •! ; " 0 what mean ?aVtli<:*se Folk^fcfoiflgPMy mother tarries lang." And when he came to gWd green wood, • Wi' meikle dull and carkj ^ dmul h ^bl ' h It's there he saw brave Gill Morke, Kaming his yellow hair. " wonder, nae winder Gill Morice, My lady lo'ed you weelj' • ' 0f A he fairest part ^f my body hl-uoy Is blacker than thy h e e l ; : Yet ne'ertheless, now, Gill Morice, For a' thy great beauty, Ye s rue the day that ye was bofn, That head shall gae with me." 1 he has drawn bis trusty brand, And slait it on the straw, ^ m\ W. „ through Gill MorieeV fair body, > ; i " e s gard cauld iron gae. diLi ' > �6 And he has ta'en Gill Morice s head And set it on a spear; The meanest man in a* life traio^ Has got the head to bear. Add he has ta'en Gill Moriee up, Laid him across his steed, And brought him to his painted bower, And laid him on a bed. The lady sat on castle wa', Beheld baith dale and dowh, And there she saw Gill Moriee's head Ccme trailing to the town. " Far mair I lo e that bloody head, Bur, and that bloody hair, Than Lord Barnard and a' his; lands* As they lie here and there." And she has ta'en Gill Moriee? And kiss'd baith mouth and chin; " I once was as fa* of Gill Morice, As hip is o' the stane. I got thee in my father's house, Wi' muckle grief and shame. And brought thee up in grefea wood, Under the heavy rain, Oft have I by thy cradle sat, And soundly seen thee sleep, But now I'll go about thy grave. The sa't tears for to weep." And first she kiss?d his bloody cheek, And syne his bloody chin ; " Better I lo'e my Gill Moriee* Than a' my kith and kfe I �7 " Away, away, ye ill woman ! An ill death may you die, Gin I had kenn'd he'd been your son, He'd ne'er been slain by me." " Upbraid me not, Lord Barnard, Upbraid me not for shame ! Wi' that same spear, oh pierce my heart! And put me out of pain ; Since naething but Gill Morice's head Thy jealous rage could quell, Let that same hand now take her life, That ne'er to thee did ill. To me nae after days nor nights, Will e'er be saft or kind; I'll fill the air with heavy sighs, And greet till I am blind." " Enough of blood by me's been spilt, Seek not your death from m e ; I rather it had been my sell, Than either him or thee. With wae so wae I hear your 'plaint, Sair, sair I rue the deed, That e'er this cursed hand cif mine Did gar his body bleed. Dry up y 0 U r tears, my winsome dame, r Ye ne'er can heal the wound You see this head upon my spear, His heart's blood on the ground. J curse the hand that did the deed, The heart that thought the ill, The feet that bore me wi' sick speed, The comely youth to kill: �8 Til aye lament for Gill Morice, As gin he were my ain ; I'll ne'er forget .the dreary day On which the youth was slain !" i s Highland Mary. I hn I Bfi 6: YE banis and braes, and streams around The Castle o'Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowYs; Your waters never drumlie. :r* ; There simmer first unfaulds her robes, \l: • Aud there they langest- tarry : :it HB For there I took my last fareweel Of my dear Highland Mary. imri\ niV/jb <u><y; ; ; O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft ha'e kiss'd sae fondly ! ' > ' And clos'd for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly! And mouldring now in silent dust, The heart that lo'ed iue dearly ! But stili within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary. FINIS. rfT J � 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 010: Title-page illustration in single ruled rectangular border of a Highland soldier with sword and shield standing in outdoor scene with a house and trees in the background. 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 Tragical History of Gill Morice, an Ancient Ballad. To which is added, Highland Mary. 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. Highland Mary 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 #17 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Montgomery, Wales Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk Highlands 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="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a> 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 Falkirk: 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 Architecture: house Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): belted plaid Fashion (Clothing): bonnet (military) Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): kilt Fashion (Clothing): military Gender: man/men Nature: hill(s) Nature: tree(s) Occupation: soldier Outdoor Scene Weapons: shield(s) Weapons: sword(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ca838bf8725520fc4b604dd40b8ce043.pdf 5e3b8d2403eac9ba47ae22ce650f0659 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5e97fb08a253622169fe8b363d3d9055.jpg 62069fb33db2ae0d37d7e3f4599b7006 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. 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Subject The topic of the resource Crime Religion and Ethics Travel Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Lithgow, William Description An account of the resource '122' is printed at the bottom of the title page 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 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/alma9953133913505154">s0221b12</a> Abstract A summary of the resource. A short history and biography of William Lithgow, a famous seventeenth-century traveler who was known for having walked further and in more places than any other Scot. This chapbook is presented as an abridged version of an autobiography published elsewhere, focusing less on Lithgow’s early life, and more on his many adventures he experiences in his travels. A short anecdote follows, describing the humility, justice, and religious devotion of Henry IV of France, who prays for forgiveness on the eve of battle when a Protestant minister chastises him for having seduced the daughter of a noble family. This chapbook is one of a series of histories and biographies of notable Scottish figures which have been bound together in this collection. Wikipedia entry for <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Lithgow_(traveller_and_author)">William Lithgow</a> 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. 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Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In 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 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/5da80c9a0d6ae2b966ed426a9cbd53b4.pdf d436eba0a089bb893f22bae17cf6b117 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/eab88d1b03cdac9eac5aa634f2f3f57f.jpg bfa5a6b9b662ad3c0a43c7d7a521a528 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/57038f0b161f6e6ba274bbf8e1734b94.jpg 37301cf1687fc67f3eaf5b82414b19dd https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d4f521a938defc9eb99a56584ca1d904.jpg af2583395dedb56fd69e6d0e4428b2b6 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7e6bf0b912a4686faf0fdec93f06e469.jpg 819087973eb6f9f24f24b0131c99d747 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/62914f9f5ada77d1cfeed48132035e0d.jpg 48d1116e713d3296def801dcb30dfc95 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/43ab4c66faddb4347bcb1c267f724952.jpg 1fa4e24c38bffb8539ef1db90680b206 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f32d73599df00822b7649aa7e896085b.jpg 83fdaaacf6b63cbe7446ba97678d573f https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8a1cc00435a92cc1b1b9a4cd1dc76fe8.jpg fb6121a5acd78b9e5416d34deefbbb82 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 true hearted maiden. To which are added, A sweet country life, A trip to the fair, The constant lady, The gin drinker's frolic, the forsaken nymph. Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Courtship and Marriage War Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1802 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/alma9923435633505154">s0090b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. A sweet country life. A trip to the fair. The constant lady. The gin drinker's frolic. The forsaken nymph. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of songs and ballads on a variety of topics and themes. The first song tells of two lovers separated by war; when they are reunited before the war ends, the young woman offers to pay for his discharge to keep him safe. The second song describes the pleasures of country life and exhorts young women to stay in their villages rather than seeking employment in cities. The third describes the various pleasures and festivities of a fair, while the next song if the lament of a young woman whose lover has been inconstant. The next is a drinking song, while the last also tells the mourning of a young woman forsaken by her lover. Interestingly, one verse praises the female cuckoo as a “fine bird.” (8) 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/ Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Scotland 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 high 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 Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario