Society in Scotland, as Aytoun saw it in his youth, and for many passages which are, in fact autobiographical. About this time Aytoun's health began to fail, and his spirits had sustained a shock, from which he never wholly recovered, in the death (15th April, 1859) of his wife, the youngest daughter of Prof. Wilson [q.v.] (Christopher North), whom he had married in April, 1849, and to whom he was devotedly attached. He sought relief in hard work, but life had thenceforth lost much of its zest for him. Being childless, its loneliness became intolerable, and in December 1863 he married again. But by this time his constitution was seriously shaken, and on the 4th August, 1865, he died at Blackhills, near Elgin, whither he had gone in the hope of recruiting his health. Aytoun's life had been, upon the whole, a happy one. He was of a genial, kindly disposition, full of playfulness, and of original and cultured humour, warmly esteemed by his friends, and constant in his attachments to them. Nature and education fitted him for a man of letters, and he took delight in the very varied literary labours by which his free and facile pen enriched the pages of "Blackwood's Magazine," and added a few books to literature of permanent interest. His published works are :—I. Poland, Homer, and other Poems"; Edinburgh, 1832. 2. 66 The Life and Times of Richard the First"; London, 1840. 3. "Lays of the Cavaliers"; Edinburgh, 1848, 29th edition 1883. 4. "Bon Gaultier's Ballads"; (jointly with Theodore Martin) 1855, 13th edition 1877. 5. "Bothwell"; London, 1856. 6. "Firmilian"; 1854. 7. "Poems and Ballads of Goethe"; (jointly with Theodore Martin), London, 1858. 8. "Ballads of Scotland"; 2 vols. London, 1858, 4th edition 1870. 9. 66 Nuptial Ode to the Princess Alexandra "; London, 1863. 10. "Norman Sinclair "; 3 vols. London, 1861. To Britain. HALT! shoulder arms! recover! as you were! Then knocks the Frenchman to eternal smash,* Pounding them into mummy. Shoulder, hoop! This sentiment is now happily eradicated from the English mind, and the two great peoples cultivate the most friendly relations.-ED. At length the news ran through the land- O'er mountain and through glen; With the valiant Scottish cavaliers, He was the first that bent the knee When the standard waved abroad, The foremost still he trod, Like a good old Scottish cavalier Oh! never shall we know again The fair white rose has faded From the garden where it grew, And no fond tears, save those of heaven, The glorious bed bedew, Of the last old Scottish cavalier, All of the olden time! Extract from Bothwell. THE tear was in Queen Mary's eye, Is that you go and save a life That moves you when you think on me, But needs must beg at Mercy's door PROF. WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN. Farewell!" She passed from out the tent. How fared the rest? I do not know, The Pentland where the furious main I would have ta'en that castle strong, North, ever north! We sailed by night, When morning came, we saw the tide These were his gifts and welcome-these 39 LADY GRIZEL GRIZEL BAILLIE. 1665-1746. BY THE REV. A. B. GROSART, LL.D. F.S.A. LADY GRIZEL BAILLIE, poetess, was the eldest daughter of Sir Patrick Hume (or Home), afterwards first earl of Marchmont, and was born at Redbraes Castle, Berwickshire, on the 25th of December, 1665. So early as her twelfth year she gave proof of a singularly mature character; for when she had not yet entered her teens, she was entrusted by her father with a perilous duty. Her father was the bosom friend of the illustrious patriot, Robert Baillie of Jerviswood; and the latter being imprisoned, Sir Patrick Hume was specially anxious to communicate with him by letter. He dared not himself attempt to gain admission; but he employed the services of his daughter, ‘little Grizel.' To her the all-important letter was handed over with the charge to deliver it personally, and to bring back as much intelligence from the state prisoner as possible. She contrived to deliver the letter and carry back grateful and useful messages from her father's friend. In the performance of this task she had to consult with the prisoner's own son, George Baillie of Jerviswood, who fell in love with her, and married her some years later, on September 17th, 1692. The same womanly heroism and self-possession were shown by young Grizel on behalf of her own father. As the trial of Robert Baillie of Jerviswood-described in the contemporary broad-sheets and elsewhere-attests, Sir Patrick Hume boldly went to the court and, wherever he could, interfered in defence of his great friend, sometimes blunting with rare skill the edge of manufactured 'false witness,' to the rage of the prosecutors. He was equally with Baillie a suspected man; and, the troopers having taken possession of his house, Redbraes Castle, he had to hide in the vaults of the neighbouring Polwarth parish kirk. Thither at midnight, his brave little daughter was wont to carry her father's food, contriving at the dinner-table to drop into her lap as much of victuals as she well could. On the death, by hanging, of Baillie of Jerviswood, the Hume family fled to Holland. They settled at Utrecht, Sir Patrick passing as a Dr. Wallace. In the Memoirs' of Lady Murray of Stanhope, Lady Grizel's daughter, delightful glimpses are obtained of the bright though straitened life in Holland. Grizel was the manager of the humble establishment, and she used to tell in her old age that those years in Holland were about the happiest of all their lives. |