she falls into a frenzy; betrays her real name and condition; bequeaths to Troilus a ring which he had given her in dowry-and dies. Troilus laments her fate, and builds her a monument *. There is a fine moral strain, a tone of solemn and impressive thought, which runs through many of the pieces of Henryson: of this we have a striking example in his poem entitled Praise of Age:' " Within ane garth, under a red roseir, Ane auld man, and decrepit, hard I sing; Gay wes the note, sweet was the voice and cleir, It wes grit joy to heir of sic a thing. And as methocht he said in his dyting,For to be young I wad nocht, for my wyss Of all this warld to mak me lord and kyng: Besoucht with sin and uther sytis mo; I am content that youth-heid is ago: The moir of aige the nerrer hevynnys bliss. * # * Suld no man traist this wretchit warld; for quhy? This day a king-to morne na gude to spend. With little alteration these verses throw themselves into a modern garb, which does not spoil Godwin's Life of Chaucer, vol. i., p. 493. the striking picture of the aged moralist singing under the rose-tree In garden green, beneath a sweet rose-tree, Gay was the note, his voice was full and free, Oh Youth! thy sweetest flowers have sharpest sting: False is the world, and full of changes vile; Fell coward treason hath high honour slain, Trust then no more this wretched world-for why? To-day a king-to-morrow none will lend Again, what can be sweeter than these lines on the blessings of simple life? Blessit be symple life withouten dreid', Quha hes aneuch of nae mair3 hes he neid, The sweetest lyfe therefore in this countrie, 1 dread. 2 enough. 3 more. ✦ security. Friend, thy awin' fire thocht it be but ane gleid2, The well-known apologue, of which this is the ⚫ moralitie '—that of the Town and Country Mouse-has been delightfully translated, or rather paraphrased, both by Pope and La Fontaine; yet our ancient Scottish bard need not dread a comparison with either. There is not, indeed, in his production (what it would be unreasonable to look for) the polished elegance, the graceful court-like expressions, and the pointed allusions to modern manners which mark the versification of these great masters; but there is a quiet vein of humour, a succession of natural pictures, both burgh and landwart, city and rural; and a felicity in adapting the sentiments to the little four-footed actors in the drama, which is peculiarly its own. Henryson's mice speak and reason exactly as one of these long-whiskered, tiny individuals might be expected to do, were they suddenly to be permitted to express their feelings. There is, if we may be allowed the expression, a more mouse-like verisimilitude about his story, than either of his gifted successors. The tale is introduced with great spirit: Easop relates a tale, weil worth renown, 1 own. 2 unknown. 3 if you read. 4 two small mice. Of quhom the elder dwelt in Borrowstoun, Quhyle on the corns and wraith of labouring men, Tholdcauld and hunger oft, and great distress; Was gilt-brother, and made a free burgess, And freedom had to gae" whereer she list. As pilgrim pure scho past out of the toun, The meeting of the two relatives is described. with much naïveté : ― Thro mony toilsom ways then couth she walk, Thro muir and moss, throughout bank, busk, and breir, Fra fur to fur, cryand, frae balk to balk, Come forth to me my ain sweet sister dear, Cry Peep' anes. With that the mous couth hear, The entertainment given by the rural mouse, the poverty of the beild and board, the affectation and nice stomach of the city dame her sister, are admirably given : Quhen thus were lugit 10 thir twa sillie mice, The youngest sister to her buttry hied, And brocht furth nuts and pease, instead of spice, The burgess mouse sae dynk" and full of pride, bore. 1 younger. waste. 3 8 furrow to furrow. life. go. 10 lodged. poor. 7 both. 11 nice. My sister fair, quoth she, have me excused, Thir withir'd nuts and pease, or they be bored, The rest of the story and the catastrophe are well known; the invitation of the city mouse, its acceptance, their perilous journey to town, their delicious meal, and its fearful interruption by Hunter Gib, (the jolly cat,) the pangs of the rural mouse, whose heart is almost frightened out of its little velvet tenement, her marvellous escape, and the delight with which she again finds herself in her warm nest in the country, are described with great felicity of humour. No one who has witnessed the ingenuity of the torment inflicted by a cat on its victim, will fail to recognize the perfect nature of Hunter Gib's' conduct, when the unfortunate rural citizen is under his clutches: From foot to foot he cast her to and frae, Whiles up, whiles down, as tait' as ony kid, Whiles would he wink and play with her bubhid": Sae high she clam 5, that Gibby might not get her, Till he was gane7; her cheer was all the better; 1 tenderly. straw. 3 hide and seek. 4 crep 7 gone. |