Who never spake more words than these, After he downwards sunk; My worthy friends, revenge my fall, Duke Wharton sees me drunk. Then, with a groan, Duke Philip held The sick man by the joint; And said, Earl Harold, stead of thee, Would I had drank this pint. Alack, my very heart doth bleed, And doth within me sink! For surely a more sober Earl Did never swallow drink. With that the sheriff, in a rage, To see the Earl so smit, Vow'd to revenge the dead-drunk peer Upon renowned St. Kitt. Then stepp'd a gallant squire forth, Of visage thin and pale; Lloyd was his name, and of Gany Hall, Fast by the river Swale; Who said, he would not have it told Where Eden river ran, That, unconcerned, he should sit by, So, sheriff, I'm your man. Now, when these tidings reach'd the room, Where the Duke lay in bed, How that the squire thus suddenly Upon the floor was laid: O heavy tidings! quoth the Duke, Cumberland thou witness be, I have not any captain, more Of such account as he. Like tidings to Earl Thanet came, Within as short a space, How that the under sheriff, too, Was fallen from his place. Now God be with him, said the Earl, Sith 'twill no better be; I trust I have within my town As drunken knights as he. Of all the number that were there, Sir Rains he scorned to yield; But, with a bumper in his hand, He stagger'd o'er the field. Thus did this dare contention end, And each man of the slain Were quickly carried off to sleep, Their senses to regain. God bless the King, the Duchess fat, And keep the land in peace; And grant that drunkenness henceforth 'Mong noblemen may cease!" &c. J. H. Wiffen wrote a short poem upon the "Luck of Eden Hall," and the German poet, Upland, has a ballad upon the same subject. The Musgraves are a family of great antiquity and reputation. They came to England with the Conqueror, and settled first in Musgrave, in Westmoreland; then at Hartley Castle, in the same county; and, finally, at their present residence at Eden Hall. Sir Philip Musgrave, who was commander-in-chief of the king's troops for Cumberland and Westmoreland, in the Parliamentary war, just walks across the stage in Scott's legend of Montrose; but, by mistake the novelist calls him Sir Miles. THE MAID OF HARDRA SCAR; OR, THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER.