of merriment, and thus said the English knight, "By my faith, little did I think to find my master, Sir James Lindsay, here!" "Such," replied the Scot, is the chance of arms. As little thought I last night to have gained so little by chasing the English!" * The proposed exchange does not however seem to have been effected,—at least no sooner did the news of Sir James's capture reach King Richard at Cambridge, than he despatched a mandate, with advice of his Great Council, to Earl Henry of Northumberland, "that he should on no account dismiss Sir James Lindsay, of Scotland, knight, now newly captured in battle on our side," either for pledge or ransom, till further orders. † We cannot say therefore how the affair terminated between Sir James and Sir Matthew,-but it was an interference of this sort many years afterwards which mainly contributed to the rebellion of the North under Hotspur. Sir James Lindsay and his "six freres tous chevaliers" are not forgotten in the Border * Froissart, Chron., tom. xi. chap. 118, 119, 120, ed. Buchon, tom. iii. chap. 115, 116, ed. Regnault, 1513,—Knyghton, who says "de Scotis multi capti sunt, inter quos Jacobus de Lindsay, frater reginæ Scotiæ, vir potentissimus," Chon. ap. Twysden, col. 2728, -Bath., p. 332,-Mills' Hist. of Chivalry, tom. ii. p. 82. + Rym. Fœd., tom. vii. p. 607. Minstrelsy, that ever loves to dwell on the romance and chivalry of the days of Otterburn. A beautiful Ballad referential to the gallant brethren and their one fair sister, "The Rose-a-Lindsay," will well conclude this episode in the marvellous and romantic history of the Lindsays: "THE ROSE-A-LYNDSAYE." "There are seven fair flowers in yon green wood, An' I'll dee in the green woods o' Lyndsaye. There are jewels upon her snawy breast, An' I'll big my bower where my blossom grows, Her face is like the evenin' lake, That the birk or the willow fringes, Whase peace the wild wind canna break, An' she is aye my bonny, bonny rose, She's the bonny young Rose-a-Lyndsaye; Her voice is like the gentle lute, An' ever softly steps her fute, Like Autumn leaves a-fallin'. An' oh, she's the rose, the bonny, bonny rose, An' oh, she's Rose-a-Lyndsaye! An' I'll kiss her steps at evenin' close, Thro' the flowerie woods o' Lyndsaye. Oh, seven brave sons has the gude Lord JamesTheir worth I downa gainsay, For Scotsmen ken they are gallant men, The children o' the Lyndsaye: An' proud are they o' their bonny, bonny rose, But will I weep where I mauna woo, My arm is strong, my heart is true, An' the Percie's o'er the border. An' come back to the Rose-a-Lyndsaye.” THE GENTLE JOHNSTONS. THE popular epithet of "gentle" would seem to be not a little at variance with the facts we are about to relate, yet both belong to history; the phrase, however, must not be taken in its usual acceptation, as in this case it has no reference to any particular mildness of disposition but to a pure and honourable lineage. The subject of this slight sketch, Sir John Johnston, was the third baronet bearing that title, - his grandfather who was a staunch cavalier, having been created a Nova Scotia baronet by Charles I. At an early period of life he entered the army, and is said to have distinguished himself greatly in King William's wars in Flanders; subsequently he fought under that monarch, with the rank of captain, at the battle of the Boyne, but he does not appear to have obtained any farther promotion for his services. Amongst the military friends of Sir John, one of the most intimate was the Honourable Captain James Campbell, brother to the Earl of Argyle, who had fallen in love with the person or the fortune of Miss Mary Wharton, an heiress possessing an estate of £1,500 a year. She was the daughter of Sir George Wharton, then deceased, and at the time of the event in question was only thirteen years old, a circumstance which by no means tends to give a favourable colouring to the affair. It is not at all clear from the subsequent trial-and we have no other means of getting at the truth-whether the young lady was forcibly abducted, or went with her own consent; but carried off she was from her mother's house in Great Queen Street to a private lodging occupied by Captain Campbell, his friend Sir John assisting, and there regularly married to him by a clergyman of the established church. In this place the parties remained two days, when Miss Wharton, now Mrs. Campbell, wrote to her aunt informing her of the marriage, and distinctly stating that no violence had been used, but that every thing had taken place with her own free will and consent. such a letter, under all the circumstances, it is plain cannot be received as conclusive evidence of the fact; it might have been written under fear or compulsion, or the lady might have thought that to own a willingly contracted marriage with a But |