YOUNG JOHNSTONE. I MUST acknowledge that I have grave doubts of the antiquity of this ballad in its present shape. The nucleus of it is a fragment contained in Herd's collection, entitled “The Cruel Knight;" but at some period, possibly remote, this seems to have been amplified into the ballad of "Young Johnstone," of which there are various versions, and it has now become part of the Scottish Minstrelsy. The copies given by Finlay, Motherwell, and Gilchrist are almost uniform; but that of Buchan contains one or two stanzas which materially help the story, such as it is. Neither history nor tradition throw any light upon the subject-matter, which, therefore, we may safely suppose to have been invented; and there are certain discrepancies, or rather anachronisms, which convince me that a new ballad has been reared on an old foundation. The military title of "Colonel" is comparatively recent, and does not assort with the "belted knights" and "broad arrows," also specified in the ballad. If I had any reason to suppose that the ballad, in its present shape, was of merely modern fabrication—that is, made up subsequently to the publication of Herd's volumes -I certainly should have omitted it; but the number of versions extant seems to me to forbid that supposition. But in order to afford my readers an opportunity of forming their own judgment as to its originality, I shall insert, next in order, the fragment as preserved by Herd. YOUNG Johnstone and the young Col'nel, Sat drinking at the wine; "O gin ye wad marry my sister, "I wadna marry your sister, For a' your houses and land; But I'll keep her for my leman, When I come o'er the strand. "I wadna marry your sister, Young Johnstone had a nut-brown sword, And he ritted it through the young Col❜nel, But he's awa' to his sister's bower, And he's tirled at the pin ; "Whare hae ye been, my dear brither, Sae late in coming in ?" "I hae been at the schule, sister, Learning young clerks to sing." "I've dreamed a dream, this night," she says, "I wish it may be for good; They were seeking you wi' hawks and hounds, And the young Col'nel was dead." "It's seeking me wi' hawks and hounds, And thy ain true-love was he." "If ye hae kill'd the young Col'nel, O dule and woe is me! I wish ye may be hang'd on a hie gallows, And he's awa to his true-love's door, And he's tirled at the pin; "Whare hae ye been, my dear Johnstone, Sae late o' coming in ?" 66 "O I hae been at the schule," he says, "Learning young clerks to sing.” "I hae dream'd a dreary dream," she says, "I wish it may be for good; They were seeking you wi' hawks and hounds, And my ae brither was dead." "It's seeking me wi' hawks and hounds, I trow that weel may be ; For I hae killed the young Col'nel, "If And thy ae brother was he." ye hae kill'd my ae brither, O dule and wae is me! But I care the less for the young Col❜nel, Come in, come in, my dear Johnstone, Come in and tak' a sleep, And I will go to my casement, She hadna well gane up the stair, "O did you see a bloody squire, "What colour were his hawks?" she says, "Bloody, bloody were his hawks, "Yes, bloody, bloody were his hawks, "But light ye down, now, gentlemen, "We thank you for your bread, lady, We thank you for your wine; But I wad gie thrice three thousand pounds, That bloody squire were ta'en!" "Lie still, lie still, my dear Johnstone, For they that sought for thee are gone, But Johnstone had a little wee sword, Hung low down by his gair, And he's ritted it through his dear lady, And wounded her sae sair. "What aileth thee now, dear Johnstone? What aileth thee at me? When I have watch'd to save thy life, Deserved I this from thee?" "Ohon, alas! my lady dear, I thought it was my deadly foe, "O live, O live, my dear lady, "How can I live, my dear Johnstone? How can I live for thee? O do ye na see my red heart's blood, "But go thy way, my dear Johnstone, He hadna weel been out o' stable, Till four-and-twenty broad arrows, |