antiquated song; for there are several parts in it. where not only the thought but the language is majestic, and the numbers sonorous; at least, the apparel is much more gorgeous than many of the poets made use of in Queen Elizabeth's time, as the reader will see in several of the following quotations.

What can be greater than either the thought or the expression in that stanza,

To drive the deer with hound and horn

Earl Percy took his way!
The child may rue that is unborn

The hunting of that day! This way of considering the misfortunes which this battle would bring upon posterity, not only on those who were born immediately after the battle, and lost their fathers in it, but on those also who perished in future battles which took their rise from this quarrel of the two earls, is wonderfully beautiful, and conformable to the way of thinking among the ancient poets.

Audiet pugnas vitio purentum
Rara juventus.

Hor. 1 Op. ii. 23. "
Posterity, thinn'd by their fathers' crimes,

Shall read with grief the story of their times. What can be more sounding and poetical, or resemble more the majestic simplicity of the ancients, than the following stanzas ?

The stout Earl of Northumberland

A vow to God did make,
His pleasure in the Scottish woods

Three summer's days to take.
With fifteen hundred bowmen bold,

All chosen men of might,
Who knew full well, in time of need,
To aim their shafts aright.

The hounds ran swiftly through the woods

The nimble deer to take,
And with their cries the hills and dales
An echo shrill did make.

- Vocut ingenti clamore Cithæron
Taygetique canes, domitrixque Epidaurus equorum : .
Et vox assensu nemorum ingeminata remugit.

Georg. jii. 43.
Cithæron loudly calls me to my way;
Thy hounds, Taygetus, open and pursue the prey :
High Epidaurus urges on my speed,
Fam'd for his hills, and for his horses breed :
From hills and dales the cheerful cries rebound;
For Echo hunts along, and propagates the sound.

DRYDEN.
Lo, yonder doth Earl Douglas coine,

His men in armour bright;
Full twenty hundred Scottish spears,

All marching in our siglt.
All men of pleasant Tividale,

Fast by the river Tweed, &c. The country of the Scotch warriors, described in these two last verses, has a fine romantic situation, and affords a couple of smooth words for verse. If the reader compares the foregoing six lines of the song with the following Latin verses, he will see how much they are written in the spirit of Virgil:

Adversi campo apparent, hust asque reductis
Protendunt longe dextris ; et spicula vibrant :-
Quique altum Præneste viri, quique arva Gabine
Junonis, gelidumque Anienem, et roscida rivis
Hernica saxa colunt : qui rosea rura Velini,
Qui Tetricæ norrentes rupes, montemque Severum,
Casperiamque colunt, Forulosque et flumen Himellæ :
Qui Tiberim Fabarimque bibunt.- -

Æn. xi. 605. vii. 682, 712.
Advancing in a line, they couch their spears---

Præneste sends a chosen band,
With those who plow Saturnia's Gabine land:
Besides the succours which cold Anien yields;

•

The rocks of Hernicus- besides a band,
That followed from Velinum's dewy land
And mountaineers that from Severus came :
And from the craggy cliffs of Tetrica;
And those where yellow Tiber takes his way,
And where Himella's wanton waters play:
Casperia sends her arms, with those that lie
By Fabaris, and fruitful Foruli.

DRIDEN.
But to proceed :

Earl Douglas on a milk-white steed,

Most like a baron bold,
Rode foremost of the company,

Whose armour shone like a gold,
Turnus ut antevolans tardum præcesserat agmen, &c.
Vidisti, quo Turnus equo, quibus ibat in urmis
Aureus-
Our English archers bent their bows,

Their hearts were good and true;
At the first flight of arrows sent,

Full threescore Scots they slew.
They clos'd full fast on ev'ry side, "

No slackness there was found;
And many a gallant gentleman

Lay gasping on the ground.
With that there came an arrow keen

Out of an English bow,
Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart

A deep and deadly blow.
Æneas was wounded after the same manner by an
unknown hand in the parley.

Has inter voces, media inter talia verba,
Ecce viro stridens alis allapsa sagitta est,
Incertum qua pulsa manu-

Æn. xii. 318.
Thus, while he spake, unmindful of defence,
A winged arrow struck the pious prince ;
But whether from an human hand it came,
Or hostile god, is left unknown by fame.

DRYDEN.

But of all the descriptive parts of this song, there are none more beautiful than the four following stanzas, which have a great force and spirit in them, and are filled with very natural circumstances. The thought in the third stanza was never touched by any other poet, and is such an one as would have shined in Homer or in Virgil :

So thus did both these nobles die,

Whose courage none could stain;
An English archer then perceiv'd

The noble Earl was slain.
He had a bow bent in his hand,

Made of a trusty tree,
An arrow of a cloth-yard long

Unto the head drew he. ,
Against Sir Hugh Montgomery

So right his shaft he set,
The grey-goose wing that was thereon

In his heart-blood was wet.
This fight did last from break of day

Till setting of the sun ;
For when they rung the ev'ning bell

The battle scarce was done.

One may observe, likewise, that in the catalogue of the slain, the author has followed the example of the great ancient poets, not only in giving a long list of the dead, but by diversifying it with little characters of particular persons.

And with Earl Douglas there was slain

Sir Hugh Montgoinery,
Sir Charles Carrel, that from the field
i One foot would never fly:
Sir Charles Murrel of Ratcliff too,

His sister's son was he;

Sir David Lamb so well esteem'd, 1 Yet saved could not be.

The familiar sound in these names destroys the ma

jesty of the description; for this reason I do not mention this part of the poem but to shew the natural cast of thought which appears in it, as the two last verses look almost like a translation of Vingil.

Cadit et Ripheus justissimus unus
Qui fuit in Teucris et servantissimus æqui.
Diis aliter visumma

Æn. ii. 426.
Then Ripheus fell in the unequal fight,
Just of his word, observant of the right:
Heav'n thought not so:

DRYDEN.

In the catalogue of the English who fell, Witherington's behaviour is in the same manner particularized very artfully, as the reader is prepared for it by that account which is given of him in the beginning of the battle; though I am satisfied your little buffoon readers (who have seen that passage ridiculed in Hudibras) will not be able to take the beauty of it: for, which reason I dare not so much as quote it.

Then stept a gallant’squire forth,

Witherington was his name,
Who said, I would not have it told

To Henry our king for shame,
That e'er my captain fought on foot,
And I stood looking on.

We meet with the same heroic sentiment in Virgil.

Non pudet, O Rutuli, cunctis pro talibus unam
Objectare unimam ? numerone un viribus æqui
Non sumus

?

Æn. xii. 229.
For shame, Rutilians, can you bear the sight
Of one expos’d for all, in single fight?
Can we before the face of heav'n confess,
Our courage colder, or our numbers less?

DRYDEN.