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No wonder he prologued his piping after the following dismal fashion: "In dreary verse my rhymes I make, Bewailing whilst such theme I take." However, Baston was a monk of the Carmelite species, and I hope he bore his agonies with religious bravery. And now let us make a skip down to Charles Aleyn, temp. Charles I. "of blessed memory."
Unhappily, Bruce caged the bird, and compelled him to amend his finest poems by striking out "Edward," wherever the name of that revered monarch occurred, and inserting "Robert," which, as I have said, he was obliged to do, and a very ridiculous mess the process must have made of Mr. Baston's productions. This is all I know of Baston; but is not this enough to melt the toughest heart?
"Right for enough is the rascal. But a creature without blemish he pilfered. Hit her and hie her off." As Lissi was about to go, Ben cried from within the house: "The cow the fulbert had was worth two of his cows." "Sure, iss-iss," said Abel. "Go will I to Vicarage with boys capel. Bring the baston, Ben bach."
He met Courtrey face to face in Corvan one day and spoke to him civilly, but Courtrey did not speak. Wylackie Bob did, however a sneering salutation that was a covert insult. Kenset touched his hat with dignity and passed on. "Of all th' tenderfeet!" said Baston, watching the small by-play. "I b'lieve you could spit on him, boys."
John Bigelow, of New York, late minister to France, and author of an elaborate life of Franklin, five old maps, on one of which the name of this city is spelled Baston, and on another Briston. Mr.
"It looked like rain, and so Wilmer and I went to an old dressing station to salvage some cover. We were about to go when we stopped to look at a new grave. A rude cross made of two slats from a box had written on it: "Lester S. Wass, Captain U. S. Marines. July 18, 1918." "The old crowd at St. Nazaire and Bordeaux Wass and Sumner killed, Baston and Capt. LeRoy T. Hunt wounded.
Let us see how much you know. I believe that in your day you had something to do with the new edition of the Aldine Poets. I therefore ask you, in the name of an outraged gentleman, who is too dead to say much for himself, why you left out of the series my friend Mr. Robert Baston. You have used Baston very ill. Baston was an English poet.
Baston lived in the fourteenth century, and wove verses in Nottingham. When proud Edward went to Scotland, he took Baston along with him to sing his victories.
Brisband, speaking of enchantments and spells; I telling him some of my charms; he told me this of his owne knowledge, at Bourdeaux, in France. The words these: Voyci un Corps mort, Royde come un Baston, Froid comme Marbre, Leger come un esprit, Levons to au nom de Jesus Christ.
One prisoner was a Carmelite friar named Baston, whom Edward of Caernarvon had brought with him to celebrate his victory in verse; whereupon Robert imposed the same task by way of ransom; and the poem, in long, rhyming Latin verses, is still extant. The plunder was liberally shared among the Scottish army, and the prisoners were treated with great courtesy and generosity.
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