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There were three Robert Bruces living at the time of the judgment at Norham the father, Lord of Annandale; the son, Earl of Carrick; and the grandson, still a child.
The first stanza of the first canto of Scott's "Marmion" gives a picture of Norham castle that never leaves the memory.
From Norham to Tweedmouth the river sweeps forward between picturesque ever-widening banks, and often hidden by a leafy screen, past the village of Horncliffe, beneath the Union Suspension Bridge, one of the first erected of its kind, until at length its bright waters lave the historic walls of Berwick-upon-Tweed, and in the quiet harbour there meet the inrushing tide from the North Sea.
Norham was the Home Secretary, the most important member in a Cabinet headed by a Prime Minister in rapidly failing health; to whose place, either by death or retirement it was generally expected that Edward Norham would succeed.
Nay, even without this astonishing finale, the poem that contained the opening sketch of Norham, the voyage from Whitby to Holy Island, the final speech of Constance, and the famous passage of her knell, the Host's Tale, the pictures of Crichton and the Blackford Hill view, the 'air and fire' of the 'Lochinvar' song, the phantom summons from the Cross of Edinburgh, and the parting of Douglas and Marmion, could spare half of these and still remain one of the best of its kind, while every passage so spared would be enough to distinguish any poem in which it occurred.
"The League was started in July it is now October. We have fifty thousand enrolled members, all communicants in Modernist churches. Meetings and demonstrations are being arranged at this moment all over England; and in January or February there will be a formal inauguration of the new Liturgy in Dunchester Cathedral." "Heavens!" said Norham, dropping all signs of languor.
And at the thought of Barron she laughed at herself for supposing that religious rancour and religious slander had died out of the world! "Can we have some talk somewhere?" said Norham languidly, in Meynell's ear, as the gentlemen left the dining-room. "I think Mrs. Flaxman will have arranged something," said Meynell, with a smile detecting the weariness of the political Atlas.
You'd think it was in the condition of Sydney Smith with a cold not sure whether there were nine Articles and Thirty-Nine Muses or the other way on!" Meynell looked at the Secretary of State in silence his eyes twinkling. He had heard from various friends of this touch of insolence in Norham. He awaited its disappearance.
"He inherited them," said Meynell, pointing to the open cabinet on the table. "But he loves them too. Mrs. Flaxman always has them put out on great occasions. It seems to me they ought to have a watcher! They are quite priceless, I believe. Such things are soon lost." "Oh! they are safe enough here," said Norham, returning the coin to its place, with another loving look at it.
In it he had said, writing from London to Norham: 'Since the first day that it pleased the providence of God to bring you and me into familiarity, I have always delighted in your company; and when labour would permit, you know that I have not spared hours to talk and commune with you, the fruit whereof I did not then fully understand nor perceive.
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