HE following Legend is illustrative of the popular opinions and apprehensions that pervaded the minds of almost all classes of society during the early and middle ages; namely, a firm belief in ghosts, hobgoblins, and the whole tribe of white spirits and black, blue spirits and grey, that at will could assume all forms, dilated or condensed, bright or obscure, as the caprice of the moment influenced their spiritual choice. In those times it was customary, during "the piping times of peace," for squires, pages, and not unfrequently grooms and the other retainers that formed the dramatis persona of a baron's retinue, to assemble around the log-fire blazing in the great hall of the castle, after the sports and exercises of the day were ended; and, to while away the tedious hours that intervened between even-fall and night's cheerless noon, they had recourse to story-telling. Local romances, and the most terrific traditionary tales peculiar to the neighbourhood, were eagerly sought after, and attentively listened to, till dread "caused each particular hair to stand erect upon the heads of the fear-stricken auditors, who would start, even at their own elongated shadows dancing among the rusted swords and lances, stags, horns, and other trophies of the chase, that adorned the vacant spaces of the smoke-dyed walls of the spacious apartments. Meanwhile the noble flagon and his trusty attendant-yclept Black Jack-were in constant circulation. Yet such are the characteristics that mark an untutored people, that these men in real difficulties evinced an unusual degree of courage and chivalrous enterprise. If the bugle sounded a foray o'er the Border, or announced the approach of the foeman, they hastily sped to the place of rendezvous; and, regardless of danger and reckless of life, they would grapple the enemy with the same alacrity and enthusiasm as evinced by schoolboys on the pro jected despoliation of a hornet's nest, or the dispersion of predatory rooks from the harvest fields of the husbandman. The pusillanimous yet valiant Cuddy has a literary companion possessing an analogous character, in the attendant on the Count in Lodoiska, who quaintly observed, when his master ridiculed him for his lack of valour, "I can fight the devil by day-light, but a ghost in the dark is quite a different thing." THE LEGEND OF CUDDY BELL. N days of yore, before the birth of order, When Rapine was the warden of the Border; When will was law, craft, wisdom, and strength, And the best plea for doing wrong was might! Ay! these were times indeed—when if a fair one Or in the yard (according to the weather); Armed them with spears or cudgels, as the case was, Oh! blessed age! oh! dear lamented times! When burning peels and towns were acts of merit, When Merlay ruled in Morpeth's well-kept castle, He was a youth of grace in form and manners, Scotchmen he drubbed, as drubbed St. George the dragon, The daughter of the Parish Clerk of Mitford; I'll sketch her portrait, though she did not sit for't. In person just below the middle size, With dark brown hair, and black and sparkling eyes; That neatness, which a well-turned mind bespeaks, And still had sat, nor cared to sleep a wink, While tales were yet to tell, or draughts to drink. But churlish duty roused at length his hosts From cup and jest, and tales of blood and ghosts, 1 'The Stanners' are portions of ground on the margin of the Wansbeck, near to Morpeth. The appellation Stanners, is used provincially to denote those small stones and gravel within the channel of the river, which are occasionally left dry. The word STANNERS is derived from the Gothic STENOEB, composed of STEN, a stone, and OER, gravel. And then-oh then!-to love and Nanny true, And heard a thousand demons in the woods, But when our hero reach'd at length the place And reach'd at length the foot of the dark hill, And Nanny whisked from Cuddy's shuddering side, Sonnet ON THE MEMORY OF THOMAS BEWICK. THINK I see thee now, with beaming eyes, Of listening youth, or bending with delight O'er works, whose excellence could charm the wise. Oh! sure thy simple heat was one to prize The fame, forth blazoned by the new born light, Thou badst thy morning of revival rise- The tenderness for each created thing, And reverence for the mighty cause of all These would have formed a meed more dear to thee, |