MARMION. INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SIXTH TO RICHARD HEBER, Esq. Mertoun-House. Christmas. HEAP on more wood!-the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still. Where shields and axes deck'd the wall, 11 Mertoun-House, the seat of Hugh Scott, Esq. of Harden. is beautifully situated on the Tweed, about two miles below Dryburgh Abbey.] [See Appendix, Note 3 F.] They gorged upon the half-dress'd steer; Caroused in seas of sable beer; While round, in brutal jest, were thrown While scalds yell'd out the joys of fight. And well our Christian sires of old Loved when the year its course had roll'd And brought blithe Christmas back again, With all his hospitable train. Domestic and religious rite Gave honour to the holy night; On Christmas eve the bells were rung; The Lord, underogating, share The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide; The huge hall-table's oaken face, Scrubb'd till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn, By old blue-coated serving-man ; Then the grim boar's head frown'd on high, Well can the green-garb'd ranger tell, 1 [MS." And all the hunting of the boar. Then round the merry wassel bowl, If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note and strong. White shirts supplied the masquerade, Still linger, in our northern clime, Even when, perchance, its far-fetch'd clain And mix sobriety with wine, And honest mirth with thoughts divine. See Appendix, Note 3 H. "Blood is warmer than water,"-a proverb meant to vindiate our family predilections. 8 See Appendix, Note 3 I Small thought was his, in after time In these dear halls, where welcome kind' Is with fair liberty combined; Where cordial friendship gives the hand, And flies constraint the magic wand Of the fair dame that rules the land.2 Little we heed the tempest drear, While music, mirth, and social cheer, Speed on their wings the passing year. And Mertoun's halls are fair e'en now, When not a leaf is on the bough. I'weed loves them well, and turns again, As loath to leave the sweet domain, And holds his mirror to her face, And clips her with a close embrace :— Gladly as he, we seek the dome, And as reluctant turn us home. How just that, at this time of glee, My thoughts should, Heber, turn to thee: For many a merry hour we've known, And heard the chimes of midnight's tone.3 [MS.-"In these fair halls, with merry cheer, Is bid farewell the dying year."] [See Introduction to the Minstrelsy, vol. iv. p. 59.]. 3 [The MS. adds: "As boasts old Shallow to Sir John "! |