The southern press. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1850-1852, 1850-11-19

BE 1t upon the mountains side
Or yet within the glen,
Stand he IN martial gear alone, ..'.
or backed by armed men, E. .'.. 81
Face hum, as thou wouldst face the man
Who wronged thy sire's renown;
Remember Of what blood thou art, I
And strike the caitiff down
They brought him to the Wsterga,e,
Hard bound with hempen span,
AS though they held lion there,
And not Henceless man.
They set him high upon cart
The hangman rode below
They drew his hands behind his back,
And barred his noble brow.
Then. as a hound is slipped fsom leash,
They cheered the common throng,
And blew the note with veil and shout,
And babe him pass along.
1t would have made brave mans heart
Grow sad and sick that day,
10 watch the keen malignant eyes
Bent down on that array.
There stood the Wing west-country lords.
In balcony and bow,
There sat their gaunt and withered danes,
And their daughters all arrow;
And every open window
Was full as full might be
With black robed covenanting carries,
That goodly sport to see!
And when he came, though pale and wan.
He looked so great ard high,
So noble was his manly front,
So calm his steadfast eye
The rabble rout forbore to shout,
And each man held his breath,
For we'll they knew the hero's soul
Was face to face with death.
And then mournful shudder
Through all the people cvept,
And some that came to scoff' at him,
Now turned aside and wept
But onwards-always EDWARDS,
In silence and in gloom,
The dreary pageant abored,
Till it reached the house of doom:
Then tirst woman s voice was heard
In jeer and laughter loud,
And an angry cry and hiss arose
From the heart of the tossing crowd:
Then, as the Graeme lood upwards,
He saw the ugly smile
OF him who sold his King for gold
The master-fend Argyle!
The Marquis gael moment,
And nothing did he say,
But the cheek of Argyle grew CHASTITY pale,
And he TUNED his eyes away.
The painted harlot by his side,
She shook through. every limb,
For a roar like thunder swept the street,
And hands were clenched at him;
And Saxon soldier cried aloud,
" Back, coward, from thy place!
For seven long years thou hast not dared
To look him in the face"
I'D loo,, a. o.a ,,,;,l ,,,o,J -, k..5
And fifty Camerons by,
That day through high Dunedin s streets,
Had pealed the slogan cry.
Not all their troops oftrampling horse,
Nor might of mailed men
Not all the rebels in the South
Had borne us backwards then!
Once more his foot on Highland heath
Had trod as free as air,
Or l, and all who bore my name,
Been laid around him there!
1t might not be. They placed him next
Within the solemn hall,
Were once the Scottish kings were throned
Amidst their mobiles all
But there was dust OF vulgar feet
On that polluted floor,
And periured traitors filled the place
Where good men sat before
With savage gIee came Warristoun
To read the murderous doom;
And then uprose the great Montrose
In the middle of the room.
"Now, by my faith as belted knight,
And by the name bear,
And by the bright st. Andrew 's1cross
That waves above us there
Yea, by a greater, mightier oath
And oh! that such should be!
BY that dark stream of royal blood
That lies 'twixt you and me
have not sought in battlefield
A wreath Of such renown,
Nor dared hope, on my dying day,
To win the martyrs crown!
"There is chamber far away
Where sleep the good and brave,
But better place we have named for me
Than by my fathers grave
For truth and right, 'gainst treason's might
This hand hath always striven,
And we raise 1t up for witness still
In the eye of earth and heaven.
Then nail my head on yonder tower
Give every town limb
And God, who made, shall gather them:
go from you to Him !"
The morning dawned full darkly,
The rain came flashing down,
ana tne Jagged streaks OF the levin-bolt
Lit up the gloomy town
The thunder crashed across the heaven.
The fatal hour was come;
Yet aye broke in, with muffied beat.
The 'larum Of the drum.
There was madness on the earth below.
And anger in the sky,
And young and old, and rich and Door.
Came forth to see him die.
An, God that ghas,ly gibbe,,
How dismal I is to Kes
The great tall spectral skeleton.
The ladder and the tree
Hank! bark il is the crash Of ,-
The bells begin 10 toll
He Is coming he is coming!
Gods mercy on his soul!
One last long peal Of thunder
The clouds are cleared away,
And the glorious sun once more looks do,,
Amidst the dazzling day.
He is coming he is coming!
Like bridegroom from his room,
Came the hero from his prison,
To the scaffold and the doom.
Ihers was glory on his forehead,
there was lustre in his eye,
And ne never walked to battle
More proudly than to die:
Ihere was color in his visaee,
Though the cheeks Of all were v,r
AND hey marvelled as they saw him pass.
VS'' great and g0odly mani