His castle of Hermitage, in Teviotdale, is still shown as the resort of malignant demons.-( 1809.) The earl started from his couch.

"Lord Soulis! what is the occasion of this unapprised visit ?" "The ensign of the liege lord of Scotland is my warrant!" replied he; "you are my prisoner; and in the name of King Edward of England, I take possession of this castle." "Never!" cried the earl, "while there is a man's arm within it." "Man and woman," returned Lord Soulis, "must surrender to Edward.
Three thousand English have seized three hundred of our insurgents on Bothwell Moor.

The castle is surrounded, and resistance impossible.
Throw down your arms!" cried he, turning to the clansmen, who thronged round their chief; "or be hanged for rebellion against your lawful sovereign!" "Our lawful sovereign!" returned a young man who stood near him, "must be the enemy of Edward; and to none else will we yield our arms!" "Traitor!" cried the English commander, while with a sudden and dreadful stroke of his battle-ax he laid the body of the generous Scot a headless corpse at his feet.

A direful cry proceeded from his enraged comrades.

Every sword was drawn; and before the bewildered and soul-struck earl could utter a word, the Furies blew their most horrible blast through the chamber; and the half-frantic Mar beheld his brave Scots at one moment victorious, and in the next the floor strewed with their dead bodies.