72 JOURNAL AND PROCEEDINGS. 
‘O’er the mountain, through the wild wood, 
Where his childhood loved to play ; 
Where the flowers are freshly springing, 
There I wander day by day. 
‘There I wander, growing fonder 
Of the child that made my joy ; 
On the echoes wildly calling, 
To restore my fairy boy. 
‘ But in vain my plaintive calling, 
Tears are falling all in vain ; 
He now sports with fairy pleasure, 
He’s the treasure of their train ! 
‘ Fare thee well my child forever, 
In this world I’ve lost my joy, 
But in the next we ne’er shall sever, 
There Vl find my angel boy.’ ” 
The ballad quoted from Moore is founded on the Merchen 
that a maiden richly apparelled, and bearing a wand, on which she 
carried a ring of great value, travelled, without escort, unmolested, 
from one end of Ireland to the other : 
‘Rich and rare were the gems she wore 
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore ; 
But oh! her beauty was far beyond 
Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. 
“Lady, dost thou not fear to stray, 
‘So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? 
‘ Are Erin’s sons so good or so cold 
‘ As not to be tempted by woman or gold ? 
“Sir Knight, I feel not the least alarm, 
‘No son of Erin will offer me harm ; 
‘For though they love women and golden store, 
‘Sir Knight, they love honor and virtue more.’ 
On she went, and her maiden smile 
In safety lighted her round the Green Isle, 
And blest forever is she who relied 
Upon Erin’s honor and Erin’s pride.”’ 
The Rowley poems, interesting from their intrinsic value, and 
from the circumstances under which they were written by poor - 
Chatterton, contain ballads of much merit. Chatterton pretended 
that his poems were written by a Bristol monk, a contemporary and 
friend of Lydgate, of Bury, and of the time of Master Canynge, 
Mayor of Bristol, and builder of the Church of St. Mary, Redcliffe, 
of that town. In the ballad of ‘‘ The Bristol Tragedy ” it is Master 
Canning who intercedes with King Edward for Sir Charles Bawdin, 
who was beheaded, and his body, according to the barbarity of the 
