Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1881-10-22
A New Poem by Scott.

literary and psychological point of view. show
ing out of what few and simple elements gen
fus like Scott could, with hardly an effort, con
coct a pleasing story. My late father, an archi
tect, was a friend OF Scott's and helped him as
friend in the decoration and furnishings of Alb
father " hen In London, and was greatly inter
ested in the garden. In one corner there wa
some rockwerk in which were inserted som,
fragments Of stone ornaments from tho ruins O.
kllburn priory; and GROWING all WAS large
irregularly-shsped stone, having q deep re-
stone was sent 70 my father by Lord Mulgrav
in one of his cement vessels, my father havinj
been struck with it. appear ance on the shore a
Whit6y; and from these simple, really uncon
in verses which night be regarded as kind Q
friendly Offering IN return for services rendered
i.si Here M are e. the lines had supposed them Lost
found copy:
THE HUckLE STAIN OR BLEEDING STONE OF XII
EuEN PR1oRI.
For the blessed rood of Sir Gervase the good
The nuns of KIburn pray,
But tor the wretch who shed his blood
NO tongue prayer shall say.
The bells shalt ring and the nuns shall sing
Sir Gtrva,c TO the bIcst,
Bat hollest rites will never bring
His murderer's soul to rest.
Now tell me, Ipray, thou palmer gray,
Why thou kneelst at this shrine,
And why dost thou cry so eagerly
Upon the help divine
Oh, tell me who the man may be,
And what his deadly sin,
That the church's prayer Tor his SOULS despair
The mercy OF Christ may win.
1 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
To Whit5y's holy see;
In her bower alone this lady made moan;
q falfsr could not be.
His false brother came to the weeping dame;
Oh, love You dcarcr than life.
hence! would you VI n TO shame and sin
Thy brothers. welded wife,
He ls far away, thou sweet ladie,
And none may hear or See,
SO. lady bright, this vel night.
Oh, open your door to me.
Sir Gervase rides forth far in the north,
lis long ere he comes back,
And thine eyes shine out like stars by night
From thy hair of raven black.
The fire shall burn at the door stone
Ere open my door to tLee
And thy suit of hell to Sir eiervase I'll tell,
And traitors death thou wilt die.
Then fare ye we'll, Dame Isabel,
Thou lady OF mickle pride;
| Thou shalt rue the day thou saidcst me nay
When back to thee ride.
The day declined, the rising wind
sung shrill on Whitby's sands;
With ear down laid and ready blade,
Behind q rock he stands.
Sir Gervase rode on in thought alone,
Lesvinz his men behind,
The blow was sure, the fight secar-.
| a int guin
Falss brother, spur thy flying steed.
| Thou canst not fly 30 fast
| But on this stone where now bleed
Thyself shall breathe thy last.
That stone was then on Whitty's shore,
| And now behold il hereI
And ever that blood Is in mine eve,
| Ana ever that voice In my carl
Now, thou palmer gray now turn thee prav-
| And let me look IN thine eve
Aiasi it burns bright with a fearful light,
Like guilt about TO die.
That stone is old. and o'er it has rolled
The tempest OF many years;
l But iiercer rage than tempest or .re
In thy iurrOwed facs appears.
Oh, speak not thus, thou holy man,
But bend and pray by me,
And give me your aid IN this hour of need
| Til my pennnce drlo.
| WIN DOOk anu Deatts, with ave and creed.
On, help me while you may;
When the bell tolls one. oh, leave me alone.
| For with me you may not stay.
Sore prayed the friar by the gray palmer
| AS both knelt O. er tine stOne
And redder grew the blood red hue.
And they heard u fearful groan.
FrIar, leave me now. on my trembling brow
| The drops of sweat run down.
And alone with his spirit must deal this mig
My deadly guilt to atone.
by the morning light the good friar came
} By the sinners side to pray;
Ana hls spirit had flown, and stretched ON Il
stone
A cOrse the palmer lay.
Anu SILL from that stone at the hour of one
Go visit 1t who dare
The blood runs red aud IL shrek OF dread
Ple:ces the midnight air.
AS a little boy determined tn 20 and Sit ,
that stone i'll ihc night and mt I.st conuuereu !,
ietr ana sat There ,iiImhau.ir, aud have ury
isnre.i any tiiihS sihc..-H u. Atkinson ln I.o
don Athen8um