The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-10-25
THE DAILY BULLETIN.
Unpublished Poem by Sir Walter Scott.

My late father Says correspondent was
friend OF SCOTS, and helped him In the docora-
ton and inshings OF Abbotsford. Scott would
often dine with my father when In London,
and was greatly interested In the garden. In
ono corner there was some rock.work, In
which were inserted some fragments of stone
orns.nents from the ruins Of Kilburn Prlory;
and crowning all was large, irregularly-
shaped stone, having a deep rel stain, no
doubt OF ferruginous origin. This stone was
sent TO my father by Lord Mulgraye in one Of
his cement vessels, my father having been
struck with It's appearance on the shore at
Whitby; and from these simple, really uncon.
nected facts Scott made out the following
story, In verses, which might be regarded as a
kind Of friendly Offering in return for services
rendered:
THE MuCKLE STAIN OR BLEEDING STONE OF
KILBURS PRIORY,
For the blessed rood Of Sir Gervase the good
The nuns OF Kilburn pray,
But for the wretch who shed his blood
No tongue prayer shall say.
The bells shall ring and the nuns shall sing
Sir Gervase 10 the bleSt,
But hottest rites will never bring
His murderer's soul 10 rest
Now tel me, pray. thou palmer gray,
Why thou kneelest al this shrine,
And why dost thou cry 40 eagerly
Upon the help divine2
on, tell me who the man may be,
And what hi deathy sin,
That the church's prayers for his soul despair
The mercy Of Christ may win.
cry at this shrine on the help divine
To save the soul OF one
Who in death shall lie ere morning light
Upon this ancient stone.
Sir Gervase rode forth far. in the North
10 Whitby's holy see
In her bower alone his lady made moan,
fairer could not be.
His false brother came to the weeping dame;
Oh, love you dearer than life.
Hence would you win TO shame aud sin
Thy brothers. welded wifel
He is far away, thou sweet ladie,
And none may ar or see,
So lady bright, This very night,
Oh, open your door n me.
Sir Gcrvase rides forth far in the North,
IT'S long ere H. C )meS ack,
And thine eyes shine out like stars by night
From thy htir 4 raven black.
The fire shall burn at the door stone
Ere open my door To thee,
Aud thy suit of re 10 Sir Gervase III tell,
AID traitors death thou wilt die
Then fare ye W ,r, ID me Isabel,
Thou lady Of mlckle pride;
Thou shalt rue the day thou saidst me nay
When back to thee ride.
The day declined, the rising wind
Sung shrll on Whitbys slnds;
With ear down laid aud ready blade,
Behind rock he stands.
Sir Gervase rode on In thought alone,
Leaving his men behind;
The blow WAS sure, the flight secure,
But voice was in the wind;
r l'e brother, spur thy flying steed,
Thou canst not fly 30 fast
But on this stone where now bleed
ThyselI shalt breathe thy last
That stone was then on whitby's shore,
And now behold II here
Aud ever that bloc is in m ne eye,
And ever that voice In niue earl
Now. thou palmer gray, now turn you pray
And let me look in III no eye,
Alasl II burns bright with fearful light
Like guilt alb Ut to die
That stone IL oil n, and Ger IL has rolled
The tempest of many years;
But fercer rage than OF tempest or age
In thy furrOwei face appears.
Oh, speak not thus thou holy man.
But bend and pray by me,
And give me your aid in this hour Of neeo
I'LL my penance drie.
With book and beads, with ave and creed,
Oh, help me while you may;
When the bell tolls one OBJ, lave me alone,
For with me you may not stay.
Sore prayed the friar by the gray palmer
AS both knelt DER the stone,
And redder grew the blood-red hue,
And they heard fearful groan.
Friar, leave me now, on my trembling brow
The drops Of sweat run down,
And alone with his spirit must deal this night
My deadly guilt to atone.
BY the morning light the good friar came
BY the sinner's side u pray;
But his spirit had flown and stretched on the
stone
A corpse the palmer lay.
And still from that stone at the hour of one
Go visit II who dare
The blood runs red and shrek Of dread
Pierces the midnight air.