and returned healed, and with new vigour to the combat; till the earl, perceiving the cause of his long resistance, leapt between him and the wells, and in one furious onset stabbed him to the heart.Hodgson's Northd.

In the "Legend of Sir Guy" in Percy's Reliques, this redoubted champion observes ;

"A dragon in Northumberland

I alsoe did in fight destroye,

Which did bothe man and beast oppresse,
And all the countrye sore annoye."

And in an ancient metrical romance "Imprynted at London-for Wylliam Copland," occurs the following description of the dragon;— ".........A messenger came to the king.

Syr king, he sayd, lysten me now,
For bad tydinges I bring you,

In Northumberlande there is no man,
But that they be slayne everychone:
For there dare no man route,

By twenty myle rounde aboute,

For doubt of a fowle dragon,

That sleath men and beastes downe.

He is blacke as any cole,

Rugged as a rough fole;

His bodye from the navill upwarde
No man may it pierce it is so harde;
His neck is great as any summere;
He renneth as swifte as any distrere;
Pawes he hath as a lyon:

All that he toucheth he sleath dead downe.

Great winges he hath to flight,

That is no man that bare him might.

There may no man fight him agayne,
But that he sleath him certayne:

For a fowler beaste then is he,
Ywis of none never heard ye."

Ballad.

HE following curious ballad; copied from the Harleian MS. No. 7578, will form a portion of the second edition of "The Bishopric Garland," and is used on the present occasion by the kind permission of the editor of that collection. The original is so badly and incorrectly written as to be, in many passages, perfectly obscure; it is difficult to say how the lines are to be divided, and although it is set to music, yet not being reduced to the modern scale, the notes afford no assistance towards a division. The manuscript collection from which it is taken, (as appears by a memorandum written at the commencement by Ritson,) was given in 1718 to Wanley by James Mickleton, esq. of Gray's Iun, and of Durham, and contains the treble part of a collection of old songs, &c. set to music, and used within and about the bishopric of Durham in the time of queen Elizabeth. The names of the composers are sometimes given, as Heath and Johnson. It was from this MS. that Ritson printed in his "Ancient Songs" the ballad of "Ty the mare tom boy" and two others. With these exceptions the MS. consists of hymns and religious songs.

LONE walking, and oft musing, all be a reiver syde,
Of wens byen they, I pray yow saye,

What craftes-men trust yow they be?

Name them, now let[s] se.

There came yt tyme and many mo, with marchandes also,

Both freshe and gaye,

For the morow was the marked day.

From everey villag ther be-syde,

Yt markyd tyde.

Bullockkes, fat swyne and shepe,
Otes, bygg, bochery and whete,
Pigges, gese and copons fat,

I Whence be.

2

Butchery, butchers meat.

1

Butter, chese, nuttes, scrabes and egges,
With lekes, both grene and grete

And chesys frome Dentone and Medomsley
Yt cumeth among, and harowes strong
Spades, shewlys and gades ryght lone."
Non to presume for sell

5

2

Whylles they had rong the corne bell

Tynkell tong, tynkell tong, tynkell tong, ty to tynkell tonge.

To ax a mare, and other gere,

O yet, O yet, O yet, O yet,
To a gret bay mare

She is slyt in the ryght eyre,

And by moathe, she came from Whytborne

Rake towardes the feldes of Kimlesworth, of Kimlesworth
Tell us, let se for glade wold we, where to, quod he?
I am here, say what you will, yt is Sainte Cudbarde's day
Yff yt so be, I holde, quod he.-

There came Peres of Pelton, Jenkin and Davy

Sade Olyver abide, abide, and I will bere yow company
Unto yt place, thus dyde they pace,

Fast dyde they thryng and some dyde cry,

6

Alas, my lege, ware, ware, ware my knyfe,
Softelye, fy for shame!

Make roume, go backe, I trust not yt

They shouted all, then for a fray.

Both Sandy, Joke, Dyke and Wyllye,

Ther browes fast bled, yt was no play.

There was Hogge of Howghton with one showe" of,
And at the table sone was he set

On highe, to call, he wold not let,

Gyfe me yt dyshe, with yt rede fyshe,

8

For our Tybe and Genye both lames and yowes this day
For the and me.

In Sylwer strete as I came bye, we hard colyares crye,

By coles, by by coles, by by coles, by by coles,

By by coles, by by coles, by by coles, by by coles,
By by coles, by.

1 Quære-crab apples.

Shovels. 3 Quære-Goads for oxen, or fishing gads. 8 Lambs and ewes.

7 Shoe.

4

Long. 5 Until. 6 Beware.

1

From Brandon more and Ranton also

From Fery furth and eke Braside

And thes are of Fendon a lytill her besyde

2

Pene fardyne, mastres, ye pay no less, ye pay no less,
The are raweris

3

[A new hand begins here, but there is no apparent hiatus.]
Rych and of great plenty, nott fare from the Cete *
Woodes, medowes, great and fayre, and holsom of ayre,
In all this realme non such truly; a strong palis
A goodly moot

But one place to enter, save only with a boott
Upon a craggi rock it standeth pleasantly.

Now will we go [to] the bayley to yer' of
sum thing now for to syng.

In lusty May, the north bayley,
At Elvet hede did mett

There was dysgysyng, piping and dansyng,
And as we cam nere, which thus begane,
Robyne, Robyne, Robyne,

And many [a] man haith a fayre wyffe,
Yt doth him lythil good

Robyn, Robyn, Robyn

And joly Robyn, lend you me the bowe
Through every strett thus can they go
And every man his horne dyd blowe,
Tro, tro, tro, tro, ro, ro, ro, ro, ro, ro,

tro, ro, tro, tro, tro, ro, ro, tro, tro, tro, tro,
ro, ro, ro, ro, tro, tro, ro, ro, ro, ro, ro, ro,
tro, ro, row.

The maydens came, when I was in

My mother's bower, I hade alle yt I wolde,
The bayley berithe the belle away.

The lylle, the rose, the rose, I lay

The sylver is white, rede is the golde,

5

The robes they lay in fold,

The bayley berithe the belle away.

The lyly, the rose, the rose I lay,

This enumeration shews where the coals came from which supplied the city of Durham. 2 Penny-farthing. 3 A term of praise, which it is difficult to explain. 5 Palace. 6 Boat. This description of Durham is very curious.

4 City.

7 Hear.

And through the glasse wyndow shines the sone,
How shuld I love and I so young,
The bayley berithe the belle away.
The lylly, the rose, the rose I lay,
The bayley berithe the belle away.

For to report, it were now tedius; we will

therefore now syng no more of ys game joins. Ryght myghty and famus Elizabeth our Quen, Pryncis prepotent and eke victorious and eke victorius, victorius, vertuus and benign.

Let us pray alle to Cryst, eternalle,
Which is the heavenly Kyng,
After y lyffe grant them a place
Eternally to syng.

A. Amen.

A REMARKABLE INSTANCE OF FIDELITY.

Edwin, king of Northumberland was one of the greatest princes of the Saxon Heptarchy, and distinguished himself not only by his influence over the other kingdoms, but by the strict execution of justice in his own dominions. He reclaimed his subjects from the licentious life to which they had been accustomed; and it is a common saying, that during his reign a woman or child might openly carry every where a purse of gold, without any danger of violence or robbery. There is a remarkable instance transmitted to us of the affection

borne him by his servants. Cwichelm king of Wessex, was his enemy; but finding himself unable to maintain open war against so gallant and powerful a prince, he determined to use treachery against him, and employed one Eumer for that guilty purpose. The assassin having obtained admittance, by pretending to deliver a message from Cwichelm, drew his dagger, and rushed upon the king. Lilla, an officer of the army, seeing his sovereign's danger, and having no means of defence, interposed with his own body between the king and Eumer's dagger, which was pushed with such violence that after piercing Lilla, it even wounded Edwin. But before the assassin could renew his blow he was dispatched by the king's attendants.-Universal Mag.