s, each about 13 feet 6 inches wide, making a total width
of 55 feet. There have been side chapels in the nave, apparently
divided by walls, some portions of which remain, with ambries in the
chapels. The western doorway has a round arched head, but its
details show that it is of late design. This part of the edifice has
apparently been restored in the fifteenth century, after the
destruction of the abbey by Richard II. in the end of the fourteenth
century."[331]

The transept has a slight projection to the north and south; this
part of the building and all to the east of it are evidently of
thirteenth century work, but only a few detached portions remain.
The south transept gable has a large window filled with simple
pointed tracery, rising in steps above the roof of the dormitory.
The arch through which the stair to the dormitory passed is visible
in this wall. To the east of the transept is a choir of two bays,
with aisles, and beyond which is an aisleless presbytery. The
portions left are pronounced to be of a very beautiful design, both
internally and externally. The exterior is simple but elegant, and
of first pointed work; the interior shows evidence of more advanced
design. The clerestory is of beautiful design; "each bay contains an
arcade of three arches, the central one, which is opposite the
window, being larger than the side arches. The arches are supported
on detached piers, behind which runs a gallery. These piers each
consist of two shafts, with central fillet. They have first pointed
round caps, over which a round block receives the arch mouldings as
they descend. A small portion of the north end of the transept
adjoins the above, which shows that the structure has been carried
up in two stories of richly moulded windows, all in the same style
as the adjoining portions of the choir. The remaining portion of the
aisle is vaulted with moulded ribs springing from responds and
corbels corresponding in style with the choir."[332]

Here rests the dust of Sir Walter Scott and his kinsfolk, and of it
Alexander Smith wrote that "when the swollen Tweed raves as it
sweeps, red and broad, round the ruins of Dryburgh, you think of him
who rests there--the magician asleep in the lap of legends old, the
sorcerer buried in the heart of the land he has made enchanted."

_Dunfermli