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If you are not located in the United States, you'll -have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using -this ebook. - - - -Title: The Collected Writings of Dougal Graham, "Skellat" Bellman of Glasgow, Vol. 1 of 2 - -Author: Dougal Graham - George MacGregor - -Editor: George MacGregor - -Release Date: September 26, 2019 [EBook #60365] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WRITINGS OF DOUGAL GRAHAM *** - - - - -Produced by hekula03, John Campbell and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -book was produced from images made available by the -HathiTrust Digital Library.) - - - - - - - - - - TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE - - This book was limited to a printing of 250 copies; this etext is - derived from copy #187 (the number in the book is handwritten). - - Italic text is denoted by _underscores_. - - The 3-star asterism symbol is denoted by ***. - - Footnote anchors are denoted by [number], and the footnotes have been - placed at the end of the book. - - The four battle-plan illustrations have each been moved to the end - of the Chapter in which they appear. - - Some other minor changes to the text are noted at the end of the book. - - - - - COLLECTED WRITINGS - - OF - - DOUGAL GRAHAM. - - - - -_Impression strictly limited to 250 copies, of which this copy is -No. 187_ - -_Types taken down._ - - -[Illustration: PORTRAIT OF DOUGAL GRAHAM - -_From Woodcut in 1774 (3rd) Edition of ‘History of the Rebellion.’_ - - _Frontispiece to Vol. I._ -] - - - - - THE - - COLLECTED WRITINGS - - OF - - DOUGAL GRAHAM - - ‘SKELLAT’ BELLMAN OF GLASGOW - - - EDITED WITH NOTES - - _Together with a Biographical and Bibliographical Introduction, and - a Sketch of the Chap Literature of Scotland_ - - - BY - - GEORGE MAC GREGOR - - _Author of ‘The History of Glasgow’ and Member of the Glasgow - Archæological Society_ - - - _IN TWO VOLUMES_ - - _VOL. I._ - - - For Subscribers and Private Circulation - - GLASGOW: THOMAS D. MORISON - MDCCCLXXXIII - - - - -_PREFACE._ - - -Sir Walter Scott and William Motherwell, it has been recorded, both -intended to do something towards the preservation of the works and -fame of the literary pedlar and bellman of Glasgow: the former by -reprinting the first edition of _The History of the Rebellion_, -and the latter by a history of the Chap Literature of Scotland, -in which, of course, Dougal Graham should have been a prominent -figure. Neither of these eminent Scotsmen, however, found fitting -opportunity to carry their intentions into effect. This is all the -more to be regretted when it is considered that few men were better -able to undertake the task they had proposed for themselves. In -the fifty years that have elapsed since Scott and Motherwell made -the world acquainted with their abandoned projects, no serious -attempt has been made to preserve the writings of Dougal Graham. -These works have been floating about the country in unconsidered -fragments, and, notwithstanding the efforts of a few gentlemen of -the past and present generations, have ever been in danger of utter -destruction. - -The Editor of these volumes has endeavoured to combine the -intentions of Scott and Motherwell. After long and careful search, -he has been able to bring together extremely rare and unique -editions of Graham’s chap-books. Many of these works are rich in -illustration of the manners and customs of the people during the -period of their first publication; and the Editor, by foot-notes, -and otherwise, has tried to explain obscurities, or trace the -origin and development of peculiar customs. He has also noted -many passages containing valuable contributions to the folk-lore -literature of Scotland. The various editions that have come under -his notice have been carefully collated; and while the oldest -editions are here given, any important differences between them -and subsequent issues have been marked. The Editor considered it -no part of his duty to ‘improve’ his author, for he believed that -to the extent he sought to effect such so-called ‘improvements,’ -the work would cease to be that of Graham. Every production has -been given, as far as could be found, in the condition in which -it proceeded from his pen; and by doing this the Editor thought -he would best perform his duty to his author and to the public. A -glossary of obsolete, or imperfectly understood, words, has been -given at the end of the second volume. - -In the prosecution of his labours, the Editor laid himself under -obligation to George Gray, Esq., Clerk of the Peace, Glasgow, -whose unequalled collection of the popular literature of Scotland -(many of the most valuable specimens having once been in the -possession of the late Dr. David Laing) has been laid under heavy -contribution; to Alex. Macdonald, Esq., Lynedoch Street; Matthew -Shields, Esq., Secretary of the Stock Exchange, Glasgow; John -Wordie, Esq., Buckingham Terrace; Prof. George Stephens, LL.D., -F.S.A., Copenhagen; Thomas Gray, Esq., Ashton Terrace; and John -Alexander, Esq., West Regent Street. His thanks are also due to J. -Whiteford Mackenzie, Esq., W. S., Edinburgh; J. T. Clark, Esq., -Advocates’ Library, Edinburgh; Bailie William Wilson, Glasgow; -George W. Clark, Esq., Dumbreck; and James Richardson, Esq., Queen -Street, Glasgow. - - GLASGOW, _June, 1883_. - - - - -CONTENTS OF VOLUME I. - - - PAGE - - PREFACE 5 - - - EDITORIAL INTRODUCTION: - - I.--_Biography of Dougal Graham_ 9 - - II.--_The Writings of Dougal Graham_ 28 - - III.--_The Chap-Literature of Scotland_ 68 - - - HISTORY OF THE REBELLION: - - PREFACE 83 - - CHAPTER I.--_Introduction and Origin of the War, Charles’ - landing in Scotland and march to Tranent_ 85 - - CHAPTER II.--_Battle of Preston pans--Rebels’ return to - Edinburgh, and behaviour there_ 97 - - _Plan of the Battle of Preston_ 100 - - CHAPTER III.--_Their March into England--Taking of - Carlisle--Rout through England and retreat back_ 106 - - _Plan of the Battle of Clifton-Muir_ 112 - - CHAPTER IV.--_Retaking of Carlisle by Cumberland--His - return to London--Battle of Inverurie--The Rebels - March from Dumfries by Glasgow to Stirling_ 118 - - CHAPTER V.--_Siege of Stirling Castle--Battle of Falkirk_ 126 - - _Plan of the Battle of Falkirk_ 130 - - CHAPTER VI.--_The Duke’s return--His Speech to the - Army--March to Stirling--Explosion of St. Ninian’s - Church_ 140 - - CHAPTER VII.--_The Duke’s arrival at Stirling--The - Rebels’ Retreat, and the Rout both Armies took to the - North_ 145 - - CHAPTER VIII.--_Blowing up the Castle of Cargarf by Earl - of Ancram--Skirmishes at Keith and Inverness &c._ 148 - - CHAPTER IX.--_Kings Army pass the Spey--Battle of - Culloden--Defeat of Rebels &c._ 157 - - _Plan of the Battle of Culloden Muir_ 162 - - CHAPTER X.--_Charles’ flight--Arrival in the Isles--Hardships, - hidings, and narrow escape_ 167 - - CHAPTER XI.--_Procedure of the King’s men against the - suspected--Confusion in the Army and severity against - the Clans_ 182 - - CHAPTER XII.--_Sundry dangers and hardships on the - main shore--Meets with six men who relieve him--Almost - starved--Goes to Lochaber--Meets with - Lochiel--Gets off from Moidart_ 205 - - CHAPTER XIII.--_Arrives at France--Reception there_ 218 - - CHAPTER XIV.--_Trial and Execution of severals at Kensington, - Brampton, and Carlisle--The Lords Kilmarnock, - Cromartie, Balmerino, Lovat, and Charles Ratcliff_ 221 - - CHAPTER XV.--_Conclusion--Charles interrupts the Congress--Is - seized at the Opera--Carried to the Castle of - Vincennes--And forced to leave France_ 240 - - _A Quaker’s Address to Prince Charles_ 245 - - _Copy of the Rebels’ Orders before the Battle of Culloden_ 249 - - _Miss Flora’s Lament: A Song_ 250 - - _The Author’s Address to all in general_ 251 - - - JOHN HIGHLANDMAN’S REMARKS ON GLASGOW 255 - - TURNIMSPIKE 261 - - TUGAL M‘TAGGER 265 - - HAD AWA FRAE ME, DONALD 269 - - - - -EDITORIAL INTRODUCTION. - - - - -I.--BIOGRAPHY OF DOUGAL GRAHAM. - - -The negligence of contemporaries by failing to appreciate the real -worth of the great men of their time has often been a subject -of remark. No special case need be cited to give point to the -recurrence of the proposition here, for many such instances will -readily suggest themselves to the mind. The reasons for this fact -are many, and of divergent natures. Though it is beyond the scope -of the present inquiry to discuss the general question, it may be -observed, however, that some of the more potent causes which in -the past have led to this unfortunate result are being rapidly -removed through the spread of knowledge among the great mass of -the people, and through the remarkable activity of the press in -its various branches. Personal gossip regarding the hereditarily -and individually great is now and then served up to the public, -and it is always received with unmistakable relish. Autobiography, -also, has become fashionable, and this, within recent years, has -often shed light upon opinions and actions about which some doubts -had formerly existed. These and other circumstances, in themselves -perhaps not unmixed good, will tend to keep the biographers of -the great men of this and the last generation from being placed -in the awkward position in which almost all who attempt to record -the lives of men who have achieved local or universal fame prior -to the present century must at times find themselves placed. -Insufficient data is the great obstacle in the way of the latter -class. Traditions difficult to credit and as difficult to refute; -suggestions more or less probable; and many obscurities, all -incline to make their work perplexing, and, to a certain extent, -unsatisfactory. Yet the task must be undertaken, and the earlier -the better, in order that such scraps of information as have come -down from the past to the present may be preserved. - -Dougal Graham, the literary pedlar and bellman of Glasgow, like -many a greater man, has suffered unmerited neglect, and the value -of his work was not discovered, or appreciated, until it was almost -too late to retrieve the loss involved by the remissness of his -contemporaries and immediate successors. Motherwell, lamenting this -fact, says very truly, ‘That a man who, in his day and generation, -was so famous, should have left no dear recollections behind -him; some Boswell to record his life, actions, and conversation, -need be subject of admiration to no one who has reflected on -the contemptuous neglect with which Time often treats the most -illustrious dead.’[1] Graham was first noticed as having done -something for the literature of his country by Mr. E. J. Spence, of -London, who in 1811 published _Sketches of the Manners, Customs, -and Scenery of Scotland_. Motherwell, in the short-lived _Paisley -Magazine_, next set forth fully Graham’s title to the regard of -his compatriots, and rescued a few recollections concerning him -which, in the course of a year or two more, would have been lost. -M‘Vean, in the appendix to his edition of M‘Ure’s _History of -Glasgow_, issued in 1830, added a few additional particulars. Then -Dr. Strang, through the medium of his work on _Glasgow and its -Clubs_, contributed his mite to the small collection of knowledge -concerning our author. Graham has provided only one or two details -about himself; an advertisement in a Glasgow newspaper fixes the -date of one of the most important events of his life; and Dr. -Strang has preserved some stanzas of an elegy on his death, written -by some unknown poetaster. There, practically, our knowledge -ceases. All beyond what is to be gained from these sources is -tradition or inference, and not a little of what has thus been -put on record has been questioned. A ‘metrical account of the -author,’ according to an existing tradition, was prefixed to an -early issue of Graham’s _History of the Rebellion of 1745-46_, but -owing to the disappearance of the first and second, and some of -the subsequent editions, this account, if it ever existed, can now -afford no assistance, nor can the tradition itself be traced to -its source. Sir Walter Scott felt interested in Dougal’s work, but -unfortunately he has contributed nothing to his biography, though -it is believed to have been his intention to have done so. Such -being the state of matters, it is only fair at this stage to assume -that comparatively few of the events in the life of Dougal Graham -have been ascertained beyond doubt, and that much that is related -about him might be overturned even by some minute discovery. The -probabilities, however, are against such a happy occurrence at -so remote a period. His career, in so far as it is known, is not -without a touch of romance, and it furnishes the key to a proper -acquaintance with his works. - -Graham, according to all accounts, was born in the village -of Raploch, near Stirling, in or about the year 1724. If, as -has been supposed, his _History of John Cheap the Chapman_ -is autobiographical, this is his own story of that important -event--‘I, John Cheap by chance, at some certain time, doubtless -against my will, was born at the Hottom, near Habertehoy Mill. My -father was a Scots Highlandman, and my mother a Yorkshire wench, -but honest, which causes me to be of a mongrel kind.’ Should this -account be accurate, the names of the places seem to be veiled; -but the uncertainty as to its application to Graham himself makes -it of comparatively little value. Unfortunately, Nature endowed -him with a deformed body, and his physical defects developed with -his growth. His parents, from their humble position in life, were -unable to give him anything beyond the common education of the -time, which was of a very scant description, but he seems to have -learned more by his native wit than by the instructions of the -schoolmaster. Taught no trade, his youth would probably be spent -at farm work, or at such odd employment as he could find, it may -have been in the weaver’s shop, or in the saw-pit, much the same, -in all likelihood, as his father had done before him, and as we -may still find men doing in remote country hamlets. Leaving the -old home under the shadow of Stirling Castle, Graham went in his -early youth as a servant to a small farmer in the neighbourhood of -the quaint little village of Campsie. A tradition regarding his -residence there lingered about the place for nearly a century, for -Spence saw traces of a turf cottage said to be the birth-place -and early residence of Dougal Graham.[2] As there are no good -grounds for questioning the statement that Graham’s birth-place -was Raploch, may it not be considered a feasible idea, in view of -Spence’s remark, that our author’s parents removed to Campsie, and -that he went with them? How long Dougal remained with the farmer is -unknown. Of an unsettled disposition, he, like his creation _John -Cheap_, made himself a chapman when very young, in great hopes of -being rich when he became old; and for some years he wandered over -the country in the exercise of his craft. The political events of -the time, however, effected another and more important change in -his career, and rapidly developed in him the mental capabilities -with which nature had, by way of compensation, endowed him. - -The outbreak of the Jacobite Rebellion in 1745 found Graham ready -to follow the Young Chevalier. When the Highland army was on its -southward march, he joined it on the 13th of September of that -year, at the Ford of Frew, on the Forth. At that time he was -probably about twenty-one years of age. The capacity in which -he became attached to the Prince’s forces has been matter for -conjecture. His physical deformities are assumed to have unfitted -him for active service, and everything points to the conclusion -that he was not a soldier, but rather a sutler, or camp-follower, -blending, probably, his political aspirations with commercial -pursuits. In the preface to his _History of the Rebellion_, he -avoids saying he participated actively in the events he records, -but plainly states that he had ‘been an eye-witness to most of -the movements of the armies, from the rebels first crossing the -Ford of Frew to their final defeat at Culloden.’ Throughout the -whole course of the seven months’ campaign, Graham accompanied the -rebel army, and while he has carefully recorded its movements, he -has given no indication of how he himself was occupied, or of any -adventures that may have fallen to his share. There can be little -doubt that, to a man of his temperament, the march to Derby and the -retreat upon Inverness, would be highly educative in its effects, -by showing him life in various parts of the country he had in all -likelihood never visited before, and by bringing him into contact -with men of all ranks. In this short period his knowledge of men -and manners would be largely increased, and the experience thus -gained would greatly facilitate the production of those graphic and -truthful descriptions which sometimes adorn--sometimes, it must -also be admitted, tarnish--the literary efforts of his later years. - -Until this time, Graham is not known to have made any effort in -the direction of literature, though, in view of the magnitude of -the task he set before himself on the conclusion of the rebellion, -it is not improbable he may have courted the Muses from afar, and -indulged in poetical, or rhythmical, fancies for the amusement -of his customers and entertainers in his youthful chapman days. -However that may be, Dougal, immediately after the disaster at -Culloden, rapidly made his way homewards, and set about committing -to verse a narrative of the expedition of Prince Charles. The -self-imposed duty was great, but he was equal to it. The battle of -Culloden was fought on the 16th of April, 1746, and five months -later Graham’s work was announced. In the _Glasgow Courant_, of the -29th September, the following advertisement appeared:-- - - ‘That there is to be sold by James Duncan, Printer in Glasgow, - in the Saltmercat, the 2nd Shop below Gibson’s Wynd, a Book - intituled A full, particular, and true Account of the late - Rebellion in the Year 1745 and 1746, beginning with the - Pretender’s Embarking for Scotland, and then an Account of every - Battle, Siege, and Skirmish that has happened in either Scotland - or England. - - ‘To which is added, several Addresses and Epistles to the Pope, - Pagans, Poets, and the Pretender: all in Metre. Price Four Pence. - But any Booksellers or Packmen may have them easier from the said - James Duncan, or the Author, D. Grahame. - - ‘The like has not been done in Scotland since the Days of Sir - David Lindsay.’ - -There is every reason to believe that this work became popular -immediately on its publication. Scattered broadcast over Scotland -by chapmen and others, while the events of which it treated were -still agitating the minds of the people, Graham’s name by it would -be brought boldly to the front, and there would be opened up for -him the possibilities of a career wider than any he could have -contemplated under ordinary circumstances. In every way the work -appears to have been a success, and the judgment pronounced upon -it by Dr. Robert Chambers has been concurred in by all who have -read the production--‘The poetry is, of course, in some cases a -little grotesque, but _the matter_ of the work is in many instances -valuable. It contains, and in this consists the chief value of all -such productions, many minute facts which a work of more pretension -would not admit.’[3] Sir Walter Scott’s estimate of it was not -less favourable, for, writing to Dr. Strang in 1830, he said--‘It -really contained some traits and circumstances of manners worth -preserving.’[4] - -Although the issue of the _History of the Rebellion_ was probably -large, it is remarkable that now, and for many years past, no copy -of the first edition has been known to exist. It would be difficult -to explain the cause of such a total disappearance. The fact must -be regretted both from literary and bibliographical points of view, -for a copy of it, besides being of interest in itself, would clear -up several obscurities and differences of opinion that have arisen -in relation to it and subsequent editions. - -Prior to the publication of the _History of the Rebellion_, Graham -was not a resident in Glasgow, though it is probable he would be -known to many there, for he must have had frequent occasion to -visit the city for the purpose of purchasing his stock-in-trade. -These visits would bring him into contact with booksellers, and -the numerous tradesmen whose wares would be represented in his -miscellaneous pack. The title-page of his work is said to have -contained these lines:-- - - ‘Composed by the poet, D. Graham, - In Stirlingshire he lives at hame.’ - -It would be useless to say whether the wide term ‘Stirlingshire’ -bore reference to Raploch, or to Campsie, as has been suggested; -but the verse may fairly be considered, by the prefix ‘poet’ to the -author’s name, to give countenance to the inference that Graham was -not quite a tyro in the art of verse-making, and that previous to -the publication of his _History_ he was regarded by his intimate -friends, at least, as having qualified for the title. However that -may be, Dougal seems now to have made Glasgow his home. Possibly -he still continued to ply his calling as a pedlar; but he added -to this a profession for which his natural capabilities specially -adapted him. In Glasgow, he became the poet of passing events. -Little of local importance seemed to have escaped him, and the -few metrical pieces now extant, and attributed to him by various -authorities, can only be regarded as the representatives of an -extensive issue of facetious broadsides and chap-book ballads. -Among those believed to be referable to this period of his life, -are _John Hielandman’s Remarks on Glasgow_, and _Turnimspike_. -Although these have never been acknowledged by Graham himself, -in the formal way that he has acknowledged the authorship of -the _History of the Rebellion_, there is a consensus of opinion -that these two poems are undoubtedly his production. In them the -acquaintance he made with Highland modes of thought and expression -during the progress of the Jacobite campaign, served him in -good stead. M‘Vean attributes a humorous piece, entitled _Tugal -M‘Tagger_, to Graham, but this has been questioned on several -grounds, perhaps the most forcible suggestion being, that its style -and rhythm are liker the work of Alexander Rodger than of Graham. -Personally, we feel inclined to support M‘Vean, and that for a -variety of reasons, which may be better explained when dealing -with the bibliography of our author’s works; while other metrical -compositions of a similar character will also fall to be considered -under the same head. - -Dougal was now a man of some note, and, in addition, he is believed -to have gradually worked himself into a position of comparative -freedom from pecuniary troubles. In the time of his poverty he -vented his ill nature on his Roman Catholic fellow-subjects in -verse far from elegant, charging them with having brought about, -for reasons best known to himself, the unsatisfactory state of his -exchequer:-- - - ‘You Papists are a cursed race, - And this I tell you to your face; - And your images of gold so fine, - Their curses come on me and mine. - Likewise themselves at any rate, - For money now is ill to get. - I have run my money to an en’, - And have nouther paper nor pen - To write thir lines the way you see me, - And there’s none for to supplie me.’ - -Like many another man, Graham becomes incoherent when indulging -in strong language. But matters did not always remain in this sad -state, and when he published the second edition of his _History -of the Rebellion_ he was able to call himself ‘Dougal Graham, -merchant,’ showing he had advanced a step in his commercial -position. There is no reason to suppose he had a place of business, -such as a shop or warehouse, but the probability is that he had -become one of the better class of chapmen, whose packs contained a -large variety of finer goods than were usually hawked through the -country. - -The second edition of the _History of the Rebellion_ was published -in 1752, probably with additions to include the adventures of -Prince Charles after the defeat at Culloden. This edition, like the -first, has disappeared, and at present no copy is known to exist. -The re-issue of his work would assist Graham in his pecuniary -affairs, and it is said that he was able to begin a business which, -even in these early days, would require some little capital. -According to M‘Vean, Graham, after 1752, became a printer, and, -like Buchan, the chronicler of Peterhead, he composed his works and -set them up at the case without committing them to writing; or, as -Strang puts it, he was in the habit of at once spinning thought -into typography. Beyond that there is no information as to Dougal’s -experience at the printing trade, though it must suggest itself as -strange that so many of his chap-books should be issued by other -parties, by Mr. Caldwell of Paisley, for instance, who is reported -by Motherwell to have said:--‘We were aye fain to get a haud of -some new piece frae him.’ - -Like Sir Walter Scott, who took a great interest in him and his -works, Graham after a time appears to have turned his attention -more particularly to prose composition, indulging rarely in verse. -The period during which most of his prose chap-books were written -and issued was probably between 1752 and 1774, the latter being the -date of the publication of the third edition of his _History of the -Rebellion_; though one or two are known to have appeared subsequent -to that date. These works would greatly add to his credit with -the people, and there can be no doubt that they had a most -extensive circulation. ‘A’ his works took weel,’ says Mr. Caldwell, -Motherwell’s informant, ‘they were level to the meanest capacity, -and had plenty o’ coarse jokes to season them. I never kent a -history of Dougal’s that stuck in the sale yet.’ Better testimony -as to their popularity could scarcely be desired; and that the -author was awarded a share of the favour his works received -cannot be doubted. It has sometimes been thought that several of -his chap-books were to a certain extent autobiographical--such, -for instance, as _John Cheap the Chapman_--but the absolute -impossibility of separating fact from fiction makes them of no -value in this direction. Whether printed by himself or others -the number of his works still known to exist prove him to have -been a most prolific writer, and it can be fairly assumed that, -in a pecuniary sense, they were successful. None of them appear -to have been published under Graham’s own name, but were either -issued anonymously or under a cognomen which would probably be well -understood in his own time as referring to him, such as ‘The Scots’ -Piper,’ ‘John Falkirk,’ and ‘Merry Andrew at Tamtallon.’ - -An advertisement which appeared in the _Glasgow Journal_ of 14th -June, 1764, has raised the question of Graham’s domestic relations. -Everything known points to the conclusion that he never entered -into the conjugal yoke. The announcement spoken of ran thus:-- - - ‘NOTICE.--Whereas, Jean Stark, spouse to Dougal Graham, - ale-seller, above the Cross, Glasgow, has parted from her - husband, he thinks it proper to inform the public that she - be inhibit by him from contracting debt in his name, or yet - receiving any debt due to him, after this present date.’ - -It has been usual to assume that this advertisement had no -reference to our author, and, even though the names are the same, -we see no reason to dissent from the general verdict. There is -neither direct information nor obscure indication of Graham having -at any time been an ‘ale-seller.’ The incident, however, has given -Professor Fraser an opportunity of pointing out a failing of -Dougal’s--‘In one sense, he was always a large dealer in spirits, -but it is not so certain that he was actually a publican.’[5] -Judging from his works, and if the few traditions concerning -him are to be accepted as evidence on this point, he was not a -teetotaller, but that in itself was no remarkable circumstance in -the times in which he lived. - -An event of the first importance in Graham’s life was his -appointment to the post of skellat bellman of the city of Glasgow. -One would naturally have thought that in this matter at least there -would have been no room for any dubiety concerning the various -circumstances of the appointment, especially as it was to a post of -some credit under one of the most ancient municipal corporations -in Scotland, but that is not so. The ‘skellat’ bell, it may be -explained, was the one used for ordinary announcements by the -town-crier, as the ‘mort’ bell was in use on the intimation of -death. In former times the crier, on obtaining possession of the -two bells, had, according to the Burgh Records, ‘to cum bund for -the soume of thrie scoir pundis’ Scots, or £5 sterling; and in -addition to the importance of the office, it was always regarded -as being of some pecuniary value. As the appointment was in the -gift of the magistrates, it is surprising that no notice is taken -in the Town Council Records of Graham’s incumbency. Motherwell put -himself to some trouble in this matter, and wrote to Dr. Cleland, -author of the _Annals of Glasgow_, then Superintendent of Public -Works in the city, requesting information. In October, 1828, he -received this reply--‘With regard to Dougal Graham, I may safely -say there is nothing in the Records concerning him. This, from my -own knowledge, corroborated by Mr. Thomson, one of our Town-clerks, -who lately made an index of everything in the books for 150 years -back.’ In order to satisfy himself on this point, the editor of -these volumes took advantage of the opportunity kindly afforded him -of going over the Burgh Records in the Town Clerk’s Office, and -a careful search over the Council Minutes for a period of fully -forty years was unproductive of any result other than that recorded -by Dr. Cleland. As to the date of the appointment, therefore, -some doubt exists. Turner, a town officer of fully eighty years, -told Cleland that when he was a boy of about ten years of age, -he remembered Graham as bellman, and Motherwell infers from this -statement that our author was enjoying the whole emoluments of -office about 1750. M‘Vean, however, is of a different opinion, and -says Graham could not have been bellman earlier than 1770, ‘as an -old gentleman remembers other four bellmen, who held office before -Dougal, and after the year 1764.’ Possibly Turner’s memory may have -been failing him in his old age, and he may not have been accurate -by ten or fifteen years. M‘Vean was certainly in as good a position -as any one to ascertain the true version, and there seems no reason -why his statement should not be accepted in preference to the -haphazard guess by Motherwell. - -Tradition has it that Graham did not obtain the office of bellman -without some little difficulty, because of his connection with the -Jacobite movement. Here is the story as given by Mr. Caldwell, -the Paisley publisher:--‘In his youth he was in the Pretender’s -service, and on that account had a sair faught to get the place o’ -bellman, for the Glasgow bailies had an illbrew o’ the Hielanders, -and were just doun-richt wicked against onybody that had melled -wi’ the rebels; but Dougie was a pawkey chield, and managed to -wyse them ower to his ain interests, pretending that he was a -staunch King’s man, and pressed into the Prince’s service sair -against his will, and when he was naithing mair than a hafflins -callant, that scarcely kent his left hand frae his richt, or a B -frae a bull’s fit.’ In addition to this subtle reasoning with the -magistrates, Dougal is said by some writers to have effected very -material alterations on the third edition of his _History of the -Rebellion_, published in 1774, in order to please the Whig patrons -of the office to which he aspired. Here is a difficulty not easily -overcome. Caldwell’s information was likely to be correct, and it -is further supported by the knowledge that during the Jacobite -risings the Glasgow bailies, and the citizens generally, were -staunch supporters of the House of Hanover. The first thought that -must suggest itself to the mind is, that it was not at all likely -that Graham would seek to publish in Glasgow a Jacobite history of -the Rebellion, at a time when the city authorities were applying to -Parliament for an indemnification for the money and supplies levied -on them by the Prince and his army. But assuming that Graham did -publish a history of this complexion, we have M‘Vean’s statement, -to all appearance founded upon a personal knowledge of the second -edition--though he seems to regard it as the first--in these -words:--‘In 1752 Dougal talks of the rebels with a great deal of -virulence; in 1774 he softens his tone, and occasionally introduces -apologies for their conduct.’ Possibly no one of the present -generation, or of the one immediately preceding it, has ever seen -a copy of this second edition; and in the absence of other and more -conclusive evidence, the _ipse dixit_ of M‘Vean must be accepted, -and it goes directly against the assumption that Graham changed the -political colouring of the third edition of his history to please -the Glasgow bailies. If his appointment as bellman took place in -1750, as Motherwell, on what have been considered too slender -grounds, has suggested, there might be some reason for entertaining -the idea; but taking the date given by M‘Vean as approximately -accurate it seems altogether out of the question. Caldwell, with -his admitted knowledge of the incident, does not even hint at such -an action on Graham’s part, but only supplies a very feasible -account of the explanation afforded to the magistrates. Then, -again, it could not be the case surely, if the bailies were ‘wicked -against onybody that had melled wi’ the rebels,’ that the best way -to appease them would be to introduce into the _History of the -Rebellion_ apologies for the conduct of those whom they regarded -with such detestation. Dr. David Laing, writing, apparently, with -a personal acquaintance of the second edition, says:--‘The second -edition, 1752, bears, “Printed for and sold by Dougal Graham, -merchant in Glasgow.” In the third edition, 1774, the work was -entirely re-written, and not improved.... The first edition is so -extremely rare, that only one copy is known to be preserved, and, -as a literary curiosity, it might be worth reprinting; although it -demolishes the fine story of the author’s difficulty in obtaining -the bellman’s place from the Glasgow bailies, on account of his -being a Jacobite, and having joined the Pretender’s army.’[6] But -more than that, there are in the third edition itself some lines -which go against the notion of alterations in respect of the -colouring of the events recorded. In ‘The Author’s Address to all -in General’ there is this verse:-- - - ‘Now, gentle readers, I have let ye ken, - My very thoughts, from heart and pen, - ’Tis needless now for to conten’, - Or yet controule, - For there’s not a word o’t I can men’, - So ye must thole.’ - -He then proceeds to describe barbarities on both sides, of which -he had been witness. In the preface also he says:--‘I have no -dread of any Body’s finding Fault with me for telling the Truth, -because Charles has no Sway here; Duke William, once the Idol of -the loyal British, is gone to the House of Silence, and, I believe, -if I should take the Liberty to tell the Truth of him, no Body -could blame me.’ The contention here is not that Graham was not -sufficiently worldly to stoop to trimming, but rather that the -undoubted alterations made on the third edition were not of the -character many have imagined them to be. M‘Vean says that many -‘curious passages’ in the 1752 edition were suppressed in the -one of 1774, but he makes that statement with reference to the -toning down of the virulence against the rebels. Of course the -disappearance of the first and second editions precludes the final -and decided settlement of this not unimportant question, but the -arguments and citations now brought forward can only lead to the -impression that Graham made no alterations on the political tone -of the third edition of his history in order to win the Glasgow -bailies over to his cause. There were alterations and amendments, -but these, it may be surmised, would be more of a literary than -political character. The suggestion that they were of a different -nature appears to have arisen from a mistaken notion of M‘Vean’s -statement, which notion, by some means or other, became connected -with the difficulty Graham had in obtaining the office of bellman. -The two together make a most probable story, but it is a story -which seems to be founded upon insufficient premises. It is -curious that a somewhat similar misunderstanding arose with regard -to Chambers’s _History of the Rebellion of 1745-6_, and that in -order to put the public right, the author had to pen such words -as these, as a preface to his seventh edition:--‘It has been -customary to call it [this history] a Jacobite history. To this let -me demur. Of the whole attempt of 1745 I disapprove as most men -do.... But, on the other hand, those who followed Charles Edward -in his hazardous enterprise, acted according to their lights, with -heroic self-devotion.... Knowing how these men did all in honour, -I deem it but just that their adventures should be detailed with -impartiality, and their unavoidable misfortunes be spoken of with -humane feeling. There is no other Jacobitism in the book that I am -aware of.’ - -But leaving the region of debate, it will be refreshing to turn -to a humorous story on record, as to the competition Graham had -to face before he became bellman. There were many applicants for -the situation, and the magistrates decided that the merits of each -should be put to a practical test. Accordingly all the candidates -were instructed to be present on a certain day in the back-yard -of the old Town’s Hospital, then situated in what is now known as -Great Clyde Street. The magistrates were present as judges, and -there were with them, no doubt, many of the leading citizens to -witness the interesting spectacle. All the other competitors having -shown their skill with the bell, and demonstrated the quality of -their vocal powers, Dougal’s turn came. He entered into the spirit -of the contest, and his physical peculiarities would greatly assist -him. He rang the bell in a surprising manner, and called out in -stentorian tones-- - - ‘Caller herring at the Broomielaw, - Three a penny, three a penny!’ - -adding, pawkily-- - - ‘Indeed, my friends, - But it’s a’ a blewflum, - For the herring’s no catch’d, - And the boat’s no come.’ - -The victory was his, and the other competitors were out of -the reckoning. He had shown himself every way suited for the -office--to be endowed with that ready wit which has always been -a characteristic of the true Scottish bellman--and he was -accordingly invested with the official garments, and with the -magisterial authority to exercise his new calling. In the year -1774, probably two or three years after the events just related, -the third edition of Graham’s _History of the Rebellion_, with -amendments, was published. This edition, like its predecessors, -was successful, and it is understood to be the last edition issued -during the author’s lifetime. Dougal, as an official of the -Corporation of Glasgow, had now become a personage of no little -importance in the community. These were not the days of cheap -advertisements, reaching half-a-million readers in a few hours, -or of posters and handbills apprising the lieges of meetings and -sales, or of the lost, stolen, and strayed. All this Graham, with -the aid of his bell, had to intimate to the public. The ‘trial -scene’ affords a specimen of the kind of work he had to perform. -He had also, to a certain extent, to act as attendant on the -magistracy. The story goes that Dougal was on one occasion passing -along the Gallowgate, making some intimation or another. Several -officers of the 42nd Highlanders, then returned from the American -War of Independence, where their regiment had been severely -handled by the colonists, were dining in the Saracen’s Head Inn, -situated at the foot of the Dovehill. They knew Dougal of old, -and they thought to have a joke at his expense. One of them put -his head out of the window, and called to the bellman--‘What’s -that you’ve got on your back, Dougal?’ This was rather a personal -reference, for Dougal had the misfortune to be ‘humphie backit.’ -But he was not put out by the question, for he at once silenced -his interrogator by answering--‘It’s Bunker’s Hill; do you choose -to mount?’ The good stories about Graham are said to have been -legion, but they have, unfortunately, been allowed to die out; -otherwise, a collection of his jokes and _bons mots_ might have -been a formidable rival to the now classical _Joe Miller_. - -But death put an end to Dougal’s happy-go-lucky existence while he -was still in the prime of life. He died on the 20th of July, 1779, -at the age of fifty-five or fifty-six, in what circumstances, or of -what trouble, cannot now be discovered. These were not the days -of newspaper obituaries, or he would certainly have been awarded -a half-column notice. This, of itself, is unfortunate, for then -many biographical details could have been obtained, and subsequent -writers of Graham’s life would have been able to produce a record -of his career more satisfactory to themselves and their readers. -That Dougal did not die unregretted, is witnessed by an elegy of -twelve stanzas, written at the time of his death by some unknown -poetaster. This lament has, unfortunately, only come down to the -present generation in a fragmentary form, Dr. Strang[7] having -preserved seven of the verses:-- - - ‘Ye mothers fond! O be not blate - To mourn poor Dougal’s hapless fate, - Ofttimes you know he did you get - Your wander’d weans; - To find them out, both soon and late, - He spared no pains. - - ‘Our footmen now sad tune may sing, - For none like him the streets made ring, - Nor quick intelligence could bring - Of caller fish, - Of salmon, herring, cod, or ling, - Just to their wish. - - * * * * * - - ‘The Bull Inn and the Saracen, - Were both well served with him at e’en, - As ofttimes we have heard and seen - Him call retour, - For Edinburgh, Greenock, and Irvine, - At any hour. - - ‘The honest wives he pleased right well, - When he did cry braw new cheap meal, - Cheap butter, barley, cheese, and veal - Was selling fast. - They often call’d him “lucky chiel,” - As he went past. - - * * * * * - - ‘Had any rambler in the night, - Broken a lamp and then ta’en flight, - Dougal would bring the same to light - ’Gainst the next day, - Which made the drunk, mischievous wight - Right dearly pay. - - ‘It is well known unto his praise, - He well deserved the poet’s bays, - So sweet was his harmonious lays; - Loud-sounding fame - Alone can tell, how all his days - He bore that name. - - ‘Of witty jokes he had such store, - Johnson could not have pleased you more; - Or with loud laughter made you roar - As he could do: - He had still something ne’er before - Exposed to view.’ - - * * * * * - -In concluding this biographical notice of Dougal Graham, it -will be appropriate to make one or two quotations which will -give a full and just idea of his personality. Our author seems -to have taken a portrait of himself--and through his modesty it -is not too flattering--when he thus delineates _John Cheap, the -Chapman_:--‘John Cheap the chapman, was a very comical short thick -fellow, with a broad face and a long nose; both lame and lazy, and -something leacherous among the lasses; he chused rather to sit -idle than work at any time, as he was a hater of hard labour. No -man needed to offer him cheese and bread after he cursed he would -not have it; for he would blush at bread and milk, when hungry, -as a beggar doth at a bawbee. He got the name of John Cheap the -chapman, by his selling twenty needles for a penny, and twa leather -laces for a farthing.’ Mr. Caldwell, of Paisley, told Motherwell -that ‘Dougald was an unco glib body at the pen, and could screed -aff a bit penny history in less than nae time. A’ his warks took -weel--they were level to the meanest capacity, and had plenty o’ -coarse jokes to season them. I never kent a history of Dougald’s -that stack in the sale yet, and we were aye fain to get a haud -of some new piece frae him.’ Dr. Cleland, on the information of -Turner, an old Glasgow town-officer, was able to supply Motherwell -with this notice:--‘When Turner was a boy of about ten years of -age, Dougald was bellman, and being very poetical, he collected -a crowd of boys round him at every corner where he rang the -bell. Turner says that Dougald was “a bit wee gash bodie under -five feet.”’ ‘John Falkirk’ is believed to have been a nickname -assumed by, or applied to, Graham upon various occasions, and -this description of him is prefixed to one of the editions of -_John Falkirk’s Cariches_, published soon after his death:--‘John -Falkirk, commonly called the _Scots Piper_, was a curious little -witty fellow, with a round face and a broad nose. None of his -companions could answer the many witty questions he proposed -to them, therefore he became the wonder of the age in which he -lived.... In a word, he was - - ‘“The wittiest fellow in his time, - Either for Prose or making Rhyme.”’ - -M‘Vean says:--‘Dougal was lame of one leg, and had a large hunch -on his back, and another protuberance on his breast.’ Strang, -referring to the portrait prefixed to the third edition of the -_History of the Rebellion_, and reproduced in this volume, thus -pictures Graham: ‘Only fancy a little man scarcely five feet -in height, with a Punch-like nose, with a hump on his back, a -protuberance on his breast, and a halt in his gait, donned in -a long scarlet coat nearly reaching the ground, blue breeches, -white stockings, shoes with large buckles, and a cocked hat -perched on his head, and you have before you the comic author, -the witty bellman, the Rabelais of Scottish ploughmen, herds, -and handicraftsmen!’ But here is an even more graphic pen and -ink portrait, some of the details, no doubt, filled in from -imagination, but with the _tout ensemble_ admirably preserved, and -true to life:--‘It must have been a goodly sight to see Dougal in -his official robes, the cynosure of every eye in the busy Trongate, -or the life and soul of the company in Mrs. M‘Larty’s “wee bit -public,” where he and his cronies were wont to quench their native -thirst. He must, indeed, have been a grotesque figure. “A wee -bit gash body under five feet high;” with a round, broad, red -and much-seamed face; a prominent nose, truncated _à la Punch_; -an Æsopian hump on one shoulder, and a large protuberance on one -breast; legs of unequal length and peculiar shape; a long scarlet -coat hanging down from the shoulders to the ground; blue breeches -set off by white stockings, and large brilliantly buckled shoes: -with an imposing cocked hat perched fiercely on one side of the -massive head.’[8] - -These word paintings, together with the two portraits given in -this work, will afford the reader a most vivid conception of the -appearance of the king of Scottish chapmen. - - - - -II.--THE WRITINGS OF DOUGAL GRAHAM. - - -It must be manifest, from all that has been stated in the preceding -pages, that anything like a complete bibliography of the works of -Dougal Graham is now impossible. This is the case for many reasons, -kindred in their nature to those that have rendered an absolutely -satisfactory biography unattainable; but more especially because, -with the exception of the _History of the Rebellion_, Graham -did not formally, on title-pages or elsewhere, acknowledge the -authorship of the ballads and prose chap-books attributed to him on -more or less trustworthy authority. Another important point is that -he did not seem to have interfered in any way with their re-issue -after their first publication, for there is evidence that in his -life-time editions were published in various places, other than -Glasgow and Paisley, to all appearance independent of the author. - -Motherwell, in this as in other matters relating to Graham, acting -under the inspiration of information given him by Mr. George -Caldwell, the Paisley publisher, ascribes the following works to -Dougal, adding the dates of the earliest editions he had in his -possession when he wrote his article for the _Paisley Magazine_:-- - - The Whole Proceedings of Jockey and Maggy. In five parts. - Carefully corrected and revised by the Author. Glasgow: printed - for, and sold by, the Booksellers in Town and Country. 1783. - - The Comical Sayings of Pady from Cork, with his Coat button’d - behind. In all its parts. Carefully corrected by the Author. - Glasgow: printed for George Caldwell, Bookseller in Paisley. 1784. - - The History and Comical Transactions of Lothian Tom. In six - parts. Glasgow: printed by J. & M. Robertson. 1793. - - The History of John Cheap the Chapman. In three parts. Glasgow: - printed and sold by J. & M. Robertson. 1786. - - The Comical and Witty Jokes of John Falkirk the Merry Piper. - Glasgow: printed in the year 1779. - - The Scots Piper’s Queries, or John Falkirk’s Cariches for the - trial of Dull Wits. (n.d.) - - Janet Clinker’s Orations on the Virtues of Old Women and the - Pride of the Young. (n.d.) - - Leper the Tailor. Two parts. Glasgow, 1779. - - The Comical History of Simple John and his Twelve Misfortunes. - -Motherwell adds that ‘John Falkirk’s Jokes and Cariches’ and ‘Janet -Clinker’s Orations’ were frequently found printed together, and -that the last named was sometimes issued as a separate publication, -with the title--‘Grannie M‘Nab’s Lecture in the Society of Clashing -Wives, Glasgow, on Witless Mithers and Dandy Daughters, who bring -them up to hoodwink the men, and deceive them with their braw -dresses, when they can neither wash a sark, mak’ parritch, or -gang to the well.’ In addition to the works already enumerated, -Motherwell mentions the following, regarding which he says that -though he had no authority for ascribing them to Graham he would -not be surprised to find that he was the author of them:-- - - Merry Exploits of George Buchanan. - The Creelman’s [Coalman’s] Courtship. - The History of Buckhaven. - -This concludes Motherwell’s testimony; and here is that given by -Mr. M‘Vean, the antiquarian bookseller, whose authority can be -scarcely less valid than that of the Paisley Poet. Dr. Strang -says:--‘In a manuscript of the late Mr. M‘Vean, the antiquarian -bibliopole of the High Street, we find the following list of the -_Opera Dugaldi_, so far as he had met with them, keeping out of -view his lyrical productions, which were very numerous. Perhaps -no man ever devoted more time to ferret out bibliographical -curiosities connected with Scotland than Mr. M‘Vean....’:-- - - 1. George Buchanan, six parts. - - 2. Paddy from Cork, three parts. - - 3. Leper the Tailor, two parts. - - 4. John Falkirk the Merry Piper. - - 5. Janet Clinker’s Oration on the Virtues of the Old, and the - Pride of Young, Women. - - 6. John Falkirk’s Curiosities [Cariches], five parts. - - 7. John Cheap the Chapman, three parts. - - 8. Lothian Tom, six parts. - - 9. The History of Buckhaven, with cuts. - - 10. Jocky and Maggy’s Courtship, five parts. - - 11. The Follower [Follies] of Witless Women; or, the History of - Haveral Wives. - - 12. The Young Creelman’s [Coalman’s] Courtship to a Creelwife’s - Daughter, two parts. - - 13. Simple John and his Twelve Misfortunes. - - 14. The Grand Solemnity of the Tailor’s Funeral, who lay nine - days in state on his own Shop-board; together with his last Will. - - 15. The Remarkable Life and Transactions of Alexander Hamwinkle, - Heckler, Dancing-master, and Ale-seller in Glasgow, now banished - for Coining. - - 16. The Dying Groans of Sir John Barleycorn, being his grievous - Complaint against the Brewers of bad Ale; to which is added, - Donald Drouth’s Reply, with a large Description of his Drunken - Wife. - - 17. A Warning to the Methodist Preachers. - - 18. A Second Warning to the Methodist Preachers. - -Strang himself, who, in some respects, must be regarded as an -authority upon matters relating to Graham, does not condescend -upon bibliographical details; and the lists now given consequently -include the testimony of the only two writers whose opinions or -suggestions bear with anything like direct authority on the subject. - -Two poems entitled _John Hielandman’s Remarks on Glasgow_ and -_Turnimspike_ have been unhesitatingly attributed to Graham by all -authorities; _Tugal M‘Tagger_, another metrical production, was -believed by M‘Vean to be his composition, though there has been -some subsequent questioning in the matter; while the following have -been claimed or suggested as his work by M‘Vean, in a note to his -edition of M‘Ure’s _History of Glasgow_:--Verses on the Pride of -Women, a poem on the Popular Superstitions of Scotland, a Dialogue -between the Pope and the Prince of Darkness, and an epitaph on the -Third Command. Professor Fraser, in his list, inserts _Proverbs on -the Pride of Women_, in addition to the verses on the same subject; -but he gives no authority for the addition. - -Having thus traced the results of the labours of those who have -already written concerning Graham’s miscellaneous works, something -must now be said about his _History of the Rebellion_. The total -disappearance of the first and second editions of that curious -publication renders, as has already been hinted, any statements or -opinions regarding them of doubtful value, with the exception, of -course, of the date of their issue to the public. The advertisement -announcing the intended issue of the first edition in 1746, has -been quoted, and is undeniably authentic; but whether the work was -published immediately after, or some time later, is a moot point. -That it was published in that year is indicated by what follows, -which is believed to be the contents of the title-page of the -_editio princeps_:-- - - ‘A full, particular, and true Account of the Rebellion, in the - years 1745-6. - - Composed by the Poet D. Graham, - In Stirlingshire he lives at hame. - - To the Tune of _The Gallant Grahams_. To which is added, Several - other Poems by the same Author. Glasgow, Printed and Sold by - James Duncan, &c., 1746. Price fourpence halfpenny.’ - -This edition was a duodecimo consisting of 84 pp. Probably the -matter it contained, assuming no alterations of this portion, would -end with the ninth chapter of later issues, the last lines of which -form an appropriate conclusion to the fatal adventure of Prince -Charles:-- - - ‘This was a day of lamentation, - Made many brave men leave their nation. - Their eyes were open’d, all was vain, - Now grief and sorrow was their gain.’ - -It may be interesting to note that the published price of this -edition, was, if the title-page quoted is authentic, a halfpenny -more than that at which it was announced; but that is a trivial -affair compared with what is suggested by the words--‘To the Tune -of _The Gallant Grahams_.’ This may be taken as indicating that -the matter of the first edition was not altogether got up in the -purely historical method, but that it was to a certain extent what -might be called either an historic drama, or a dramatic history. -This idea may not be accurate, but the apparent impossibility -of referring to the first edition itself precludes any definite -knowledge on the subject. Fraser, speaking of the disappearance -of this edition, remarks:--‘Yet, at least a few copies of the -original history _must_ be hidden somewhere. So late as 1830, -the author of “Waverley” had one in his possession, a fac-simile -of which he intended to publish, with the view of presenting it -to the Maitland Club, but sickness intervened to derange his -plans, and two years later, death stepped in and snatched the pen -from the great magician.’[9] Again, Dr. David Laing says:--‘The -first edition is so extremely rare that only one copy is known -to be preserved, and, as a literary curiosity, it might be worth -reprinting.’[10] It is to be regretted that Dr. Laing’s statement -was not more explicit. As for the assumption made by Professor -Fraser, it is only natural to imagine that the whole edition cannot -have altogether disappeared, and that a copy or two should still -be in existence. But he takes for granted regarding Sir Walter -Scott’s intentions, and his preparedness to carry them into effect, -rather more than the words of Dr. Strang, on which he seems to have -founded, will legitimately bear. This is what Strang says:--‘So -late as the year 1830, Sir Walter Scott even “entertained the idea -of printing a correct copy of the original edition,” with the view -of presenting it to the Maitland Club as his contribution, stating, -as he did in a letter addressed to the writer, that he thought “it -really contained some traits and circumstances of manners worth -preserving.”’[11] Scott’s intention is here evident, but it in no -way bears that he was in possession of a first edition. In point -of fact, he had no copy of it at the time of his death, two years -after this letter was written, as a reference to the catalogue of -the Abbotsford Library will show. That catalogue contains this -reference to Graham’s History:--‘Graham’s (Dougal, Bellman of -Glasgow) Impartial History of the Rise, Progress, and Extinction -of the late Rebellion, &c. (in doggrel verse). 3rd edit. 18mo. -Glasgow: 1774.’ So far for the first edition. - -As for the second edition of the _History of the Rebellion_, -published in 1752, it has also disappeared. There is no reason to -believe that, beyond a slight enlargement and some few alterations, -there was any material change in the work. Its tone is indicated -by the remark made by M‘Vean:--‘_The History of the Rebellion_, -published by Dougal in 1752, differs very much from the third -edition, published in 1774. This last appears to have been greatly -altered and enlarged, and many curious passages in the early -edition are suppressed in this. In 1752 Dougal talks of the rebels -with a great deal of virulence, in 1774 he softens his tone, and -occasionally introduces apologies for their conduct. In 1752 Dougal -styles himself “merchant in Glasgow;” a rhyming merchant could not -be expected to be rich, and he says-- - - “You Papists are a cursed race,”’ &c. - -The lines, of which the one quoted is the first, have already -been given in the biography, and there is no need for their -repetition here. But it is worthy of note that M‘Vean states, to -a certain extent indirectly, that they formed part of the matter -in the second edition, and if that is the case they, it must be -admitted, fully confirm his statement as to that edition containing -passages in which Graham talked of the rebels with a great deal -of virulence; and, possibly, they may be taken as specimens of -many others of a like nature. Some writers have suggested that -Graham may have learned the printing trade while this edition was -passing through the press, and it has been suspected that he may -have had something to do with the printing of it himself. That is -not likely, or M‘Vean, who appears to have had a somewhat intimate -acquaintance with the work, would have mentioned it. - -No such doubts, however, exist as to the third edition of the -_History of the Rebellion_, which, though rare, may be seen -occasionally. It was published in 1774, and bears on the title-page -this lengthy statement of its contents:--‘An Impartial History of -the Rise, Progress and Extinction of the late Rebellion in Britain, -in the years 1745 and 1746, giving an account of every Battle, -Skirmish, and Siege, from the time of the Pretender’s coming out -of France, until he landed in France again: with Plans of the -Battles of Prestonpans, Clifton, Falkirk, and Culloden, with a real -Description of his Dangers and Travels through the Highland Isles, -after the Break at Culloden. By D. Graham. The Third Edition, with -Amendments. Glasgow: Printed by John Robertson. MDCCLXXIV.’ The -narrative in this edition occupies 174 pp. It consists of fifteen -chapters, containing in all 5562 lines, and is preceded by a -preface of two pages, the title-page, and a full-page woodcut of -the author, bearing underneath it this couplet:-- - - ‘From brain and pen, O virtue drope, - Vice fly as Charlie, and John Cope.’ - -At the conclusion of the narrative are--‘A Quaker’s Address to -Prince Charles, shewing what was the Cause and Ground of his -Misfortunes,’ of 146 lines; a copy of ‘The Rebels’ Orders before -the Battle of Culloden’; ‘Miss Flora’s Lament--A Song,’ of ten -four-line stanzas; ‘The Author’s Address to all in general,’ of -fourteen six-line stanzas; and two pages of contents--making a -total of 192 pages. The text of the third edition has been used in -the reprinting of the _History of the Rebellion_ for this volume. - -The subsequent editions, so far as they have been discovered, -need only be mentioned. No trace has been found of the fourth -edition, though it must have been published soon after Graham’s -death. The fifth edition received this notice from a writer of -last century:--‘In 1787, “An impartial history of the rebellion -in Britain, in the years 1745 and 1746, by Douglas Graham” (the -fifth edition), was printed at Glasgow by J. & M. Robertson. This -history is in Hudibrastic metre. This is a sorry performance.’[12] -The seventh edition was published in Glasgow by J. & M. Robertson, -Saltmarket, in 1803; the eighth by the same firm in 1808; the ninth -in Falkirk, by T. Johnston, 1812; while the last, what its number -it would be difficult to say, was published in Aberdeen, in 1850, -conjointly by Alexander Watson and Alexander Murdoch. The Aberdeen -edition does not bear Graham’s name on the title-page, and instead -of the author’s preface, it contains a ‘Genealogical and Historical -Introduction,’ taken from the introduction to Chambers’s _History -of the Rebellion_. It is remarkable that the Advocates’ Library, -Edinburgh, should only possess an eighth edition. - -Something must now be said about the miscellaneous poetical -works of Dougal Graham. The best known of these may be said to -be _John Hielandman’s Remarks on Glasgow_, a humorous sketch of -considerable power, valuable also, because of the information it -affords regarding the leading features of the City of St. Mungo in -the middle of last century. M‘Vean has put it on record that this -poem had long been popular, although it was not generally known -that it was by Graham that Glasgow had been ‘married to immortal -verse.’[13] The date of its first publication is unknown, but it -has been generally supposed to have been written in the decade -subsequent to Dougal’s settlement in Glasgow in 1746. The earliest -copy that has been seen by any writer was in one of the early penny -broadsides issued by J. & M. Robertson, of the Saltmarket, Glasgow, -who long occupied a prominent position as publishers of popular -literature. As a literary production _John Hielandman_ has not -attracted so much notice as might have been expected from writers -on Scottish literature, but even a casual glance will show that -it is a composition of great merit, abounding in graphic touches -and humorous situations. It must be admitted, however, that the -interest attaching to it has been almost entirely local, and to -that circumstance may be attributed the fact that its merits have -been frequently overlooked. - -_Turnimspike_ has received more attention than any other of -Graham’s poems, with the exception, perhaps, of his _History of -the Rebellion_; and it has obtained the unqualified approval of -all the literary antiquaries who have had occasion to speak of it. -Sir Walter Scott said the _Turnimspike_ alone was sufficient to -entitle Graham to immortality.[14] Dr. Charles Mackay has taken -advantage of a note upon it, to tell a story which has considerable -bearing upon the state of feeling exhibited in the poem itself. -‘Turnimspike, or Turnpike,’ he says, ‘is ludicrously descriptive -of the agonies of a real Highlander at the introduction of toll -gates, and other paraphernalia of modern civilisation, into the -remote mountain fastnesses of his native land. Long after the -suppression of the Rebellion, great consternation was excited in -Ross-shire, by the fact that a sheriff’s officer had actually -served a writ in Tain. “Lord, preserve us!” said an Highlandman to -his neighbour, “What’ll come next? The law has reached Tain.”’[15] -Burns, in his _Strictures on Scottish Song_, expressed admiration -for _Turnimspike_, on account of its local humour, but he did not -seem to have known the author; though Motherwell, in his edition -of the works of the Ayrshire bard, supplies a few notes concerning -Graham, to whom he attributes the poem. Stenhouse, in his -illustrative notes to Johnson’s _Museum_, says--‘This truly comic -ballad, beginning _Hersell be Highland Shentleman_, by an anonymous -author, does not appear either in the Tea-Table Miscellany, or the -Orpheus Caledonius. It is preserved, however, in Herd’s Collection -of 1769.... From its excellent broad humour, and the ludicrous -specimen of a Highlander’s _broken_ English, it has long been a -popular favourite in the lower districts of Scotland. It is adapted -to the ancient air of “Clout the Caldron”.’ No writer has yet -ventured to fix the date of the publication of this poem. It may, -however, be pointed out that the first General Turnpike Act for -Scotland was 7 Geo. III., c. 42 (1766-7), and it is not improbable -the passing of this Act may have been the occasion of the verses -which, it has been seen, obtained a place in Herd’s Collection -in 1769. They were, in all likelihood, issued in broadside or -chap-book form previous to that date. - -The two songs already discussed, are now without quibble regarded -as the work of Dougal Graham; but there are two others probably -from his pen, which bear the mark of his genius, were published in -his time, but which have not yet been generally regarded as his -by literary antiquaries. The first of these is _Tugal M‘Tagger_, -unhesitatingly ascribed to Dougal by the venerable M‘Vean. -It has been suggested that this work has traces of Alexander -Rodger, on the ground that the rhythm has a flow similar to that -characteristic of Rodger’s poems; but this reason of itself cannot -be taken as evidence in favour of the suggestion, in view of the -fact that Graham’s style was itself very uneven, and, probably -on account of carelessness, some of his pieces are as bad as -others are good. M‘Vean’s statement, also, must be allowed to go -a considerable length in a matter of this kind. The song is in -Dougal’s best vein, and may be regarded as a worthy counterpart to -_Turnimspike_. The following extract, by pointing to the occasion -and probable date of the composition, helps towards the conclusion -that it was the work of Graham:--‘The Court of Session, in 1754, -made an Act of Sederunt, establishing an equality of ranking among -all arrestors and poinders within a certain period of bankruptcy. -But this was a mere experiment; and upon the expiration of the -Act, which was in force for only four years, it was not renewed. -The law fell back into its old state of imperfection; priority -gave preference, and, on the slightest alarm, creditors poured in -with diligence against the unhappy debtor, and the most unjust -preferences took place among the creditors. In this position it -continued until 1772, when the first Sequestration Act, 12 Geo. -III., c. 72, was passed. It enacted that, on a debtor’s bankruptcy, -and upon a petition to the Court of Session by any creditor, a -sequestration of his personal estate should be awarded, which -should have the effect of equalising all arrestments and poindings -used within thirty days of the date of petition; that the estate -should be vested in a factor proposed by the creditors, and be -distributed by him according to the directions of Court; or, if it -should seem more eligible to the creditors, extrajudicially by a -trustee elected by them, as under a private trust deed. When, in -1783, this statute came to be renewed, _the alarm occasioned by the -novelty of the arrangements_ had given way to a conviction that -bankruptcies were much more beneficially administered under the new -system, imperfect as it was, than under the Common Law.’[16] Such -a radical alteration on the law would afford excellent opportunity -for a popular ballad, and as there is no good reason for doubting -M‘Vean’s statement that Graham was the author of _Tugal M‘Tagger_, -it must in the meantime be accepted as his production. The Act -being passed in 1772, the ballad would probably be published in -the same year. That it retained its popularity for a long time, is -attested by a note written upon it in 1869:--‘Tugal M‘Tagger was a -very popular song in Glasgow about forty years ago. It used to be -sung by Mr. Livingstone at the Theatre Royal there.’[17] Even yet, -it is not unknown to the people, and may be found in some penny -collections. - -Another song, believed to be by Graham, but which has not yet met -with general approval, is an old version of _Had awa frae me, -Donald_. Stenhouse has indirectly suggested it as Dougal’s work, -by saying that it was probably by the same hand that produced -_Turnimspike_, and he mentions it as appearing in Herd’s Collection -in 1769. This song appears also in _The Blackbird_, a collection -of songs, ‘few of which,’ according to the title-page, ‘are to -be found in any collection,’ published in Edinburgh in 1764. The -likeness which struck Stenhouse must also force upon every reader -of the piece the same suspicion; and without being dogmatic upon -the point, the editor of these sheets sees no reason why the -version of _Had awa frae me, Donald_, given in this volume, should -not be admitted into the list of works ‘probably’ written by Graham. - -This includes, so far as can be discovered, the metrical works, -still existing, which have been attributed to Graham. There are -others, M‘Vean mentions, but none of them appear to have been -seen since his time; and in the hope that they may be ultimately -discovered, their names, or, perhaps it may be more proper to say, -the subjects of which they treat, are here given:--Verses on the -Popular Superstitions of Scotland, Rhythmical Dialogue between the -Pope and the Prince of Darkness, An Epitaph on the Third Command, -and Verses on the Pride of Women. As for the second of these -pieces, it may be interesting to note that a twelve-page pamphlet -was issued in 1792, bearing a similar title--_Dialogue between the -Pope and Devil, on the present political state of Europe_. This, -however, refers to the events immediately preceding the French -Revolution, and cannot, therefore, be looked upon as the work of -Graham. A passing reference is made by the Devil to the beginnings -of the Reform movement in Glasgow, in these words:-- - - ‘In Glasgow freedom sounds in every mouth; - And if I could but deign to tell the truth, - Not since the day I first saw Paradise, - Did earth maintain such a respectful race.’ - -But the works upon which the fame of Dougal Graham chiefly rests, -are his chap-books. On this matter Motherwell said that if Graham -had only written the _History of the Rebellion_, ‘we believe he -never would have occupied our thoughts for a moment; but as one -who subsequently contributed largely to the amusement of the lower -classes of his countrymen, we love to think of the facetious -bellman.’[18] It has already been stated that the period during -which the most of these chap-books were written and published, -was probably between 1752 and 1774, although the first editions -of several are known to have appeared subsequent to the latter -date. On a subject in which he took so much fruitful interest, no -apology is needed for again quoting Motherwell, who says:--‘Of some -of Graham’s penny histories we had a fair assortment at one time, -principally printed by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, Glasgow, -which we believe might well be esteemed first editions, but some -unprincipled scoundrel has bereaved us of that treasure. There are -a number of infamous creatures, who acquire large libraries of -curious things, by borrowing books they never mean to return, and -some not unfrequently slide a volume into their pocket, at the very -moment you are fool enough to busy yourself in showing them some -nice typographic gem, or bibliographic rarity. These dishonest and -heartless villains, ought to be cut above the breath whenever they -cross the threshold. They deserve no more courtesy than was of old -vouchsafed to witches, under bond and indenture to the Devil.’[19] -Out of the ‘scanty wreck’ left him, Motherwell was able to furnish -the list given in a previous page.[20] This was probably the -nearest that any collector ever attained to having a collection -of first or very early editions of Graham’s chap-books; but even -in 1828 it was hardly possible to state when the first editions -were issued. It would be worse than useless to endeavour to trace -the chronological order of their publication, or to fix definitely -dates for one or all of them. The fact seems to be that the first -editions have either all disappeared, or else bear in their -title-page the vague, but not uncommon intimation--‘Printed in this -present year.’ The danger of attempting such an arrangement may -be best shown by a statement made by the late Sheriff Strathern, -a learned local antiquary, in a paper on ‘Chapman Literature,’ -delivered before the Glasgow Archæological Society, on the 6th -April, 1863. Mr. Strathern, in the course of a somewhat exhaustive -sketch, says:--‘It is difficult to give them in the order of -publication; but I have, at some little trouble, collected a few of -the editions, and, as near as I can reach it, this is the order in -which the works appeared. His earliest was “The Whole Proceedings -of Jockey and Maggy,” in five parts. It was published in 1783.... -“The Comical Sayings of Paddy from Cork” followed, and was printed -for George Caldwell, Paisley, in 1784,’ etc. Then follows a long -list of chaps by Graham, which, according to Sheriff Strathern, -were published subsequent to 1784. The learned Sheriff may possibly -have been correct in his surmise that the works he had enumerated -were published in the order he had given them, but surely not on -the understanding that Graham’s ‘earliest’ was issued in 1783? It -is not at all likely that Graham left his works for publication -after his death. Indeed, there is positive evidence that they -were in the market long before 1783, and any edition of that date -must be a reprint. This incident of itself shows the danger of -attempting to fix dates for Dougal’s ‘penny histories,’ or even the -order of their publication, without the absolute evidence of the -books themselves, if they bear any, or the testimony of any one -who, like Mr. Caldwell, actively took part in their issue to the -public. Even Caldwell offers no information on the matter. The only -statement in this direction, upon which any reliance can be placed, -is one by Motherwell, when he states that the _editio princeps_ -of the second part of _Leper the Taylor_ was published in 1779. -Sheriff Strathern may have fallen into error by trusting the date, -1787, at which Motherwell fixed Graham’s death. That date, however, -was only a surmise; and the true date was supplied by Strang. - -It is a matter of some interest to notice that while many of -Graham’s most popular chap-books have been issued to the public -subsequent to the period to which literature of this class is -assumed to belong, these modern editions, if they may be so -called, have for the most part been greatly mutilated. Nearly all -of them have been cut down, not apparently because of a desire to -keep out the indelicate allusions which most of them contain--for -comparatively few of these have been taken out--but on account of -the exigencies of printing. In some cases a chap-book, originally -of twenty-four or thirty-six closely printed pages, has been -compressed into twenty-five, sixteen, or even eight pages of much -larger print. The consequence is, that most of the modern editions -are utterly useless for all practical purposes, and, like most -other abridgments, the souls of their originals have been driven -from them. The truth of this remark will be indicated in the -following pages; but it will be borne out to its fullest extent by -a comparison between the early editions the editor has been able to -reprint in these volumes, and those now in circulation. - -_The Whole Proceedings of Jockey and Maggy_, admitted by all -authorities to have been written by Graham, may be noticed first, -as being one of his ablest and most characteristic works. It -is written with great dramatic power, and affords many curious -insights into manners and customs about the middle of last century. -In respect of language, also, it possesses considerable value. -Professor Fraser suggests that the first edition was in all -likelihood published as early as 1755, but, as has already been -seen, it would be inadvisable to fix any date, in the absence of -either evidence or reasonable suspicion. In the work itself there -is nothing but what might have been written at any time during -the whole period of Dougal’s life. The edition, reprinted in this -collection, bears the imprint:--‘Glasgow: Printed and Sold by -J. & J. Robertson. MDCCLXXIX’--and is the earliest of which any -mention has yet been made. It was thus published in the year of -Graham’s death, and as the title-page states that it was ‘Carefully -Corrected and Revised by the Author,’ it was probably one of the -latest works upon which he was engaged. While most certainly not a -first edition, it has the advantage of being, to a certain extent, -fresh from the author, and on that account possesses a special -value and interest. Motherwell’s copy was dated 1783, and also -bore to have undergone the author’s revision. These editions both -occupy thirty-six pages, and are in five parts; but in 1793 an -edition, consisting only of three parts, was published. Since then, -the three-part edition has been the one most commonly issued to -the public, and it may still be found for sale. In 1823, however, -the complete edition was reprinted, and a few copies of it may be -seen occasionally. The abridgment, it must be noted, has seriously -marred Graham’s production. In it the first two parts are so far -almost literal transcripts of the earlier editions, but parts -three, four, and five, are omitted, a short and very imperfect -summary of part five being inserted for part three. In addition, an -epitaph and elegy on Jockey’s mother, whose death and burial are -graphically described in the last part, are consistently left out. - -Of a somewhat similar character to the chap-book just noticed is -_The Coalman’s Courtship of the Creelwife’s Daughter_, though -it is by no means so valuable as an exhibition of manners and -superstitions. It contains, nevertheless, many interesting -references, and it gives a vigorous description of real life among -the lower classes in and around Edinburgh. Motherwell, it has been -seen, only hesitatingly ascribed this work to Graham; but M‘Vean -inserts it in his bibliography without any reservation, though it -is curious that both these writers should make a mistake in naming -it _The Creelman’s Courtship_. There is no good reason to doubt -that Graham was the author of it, for the broad treatment of the -subject, the animated dialogue, and the graphic descriptions, are -all in Dougal’s best style. The edition reproduced in these volumes -is the earliest to which any reference has yet been made, having -been issued by Messrs. J. & J. Robertson, from their Saltmarket -press, in 1782, though it bears on the title-page to be the tenth -edition of the work. M‘Vean stated that the chap contained only two -parts, but he had fallen into a mistake, for it really consists -of three parts. The modern editions, with the exception of a few -typographical alterations, are exact reprints of the one of 1782. -Among those we have seen are two undated editions, bearing the -following imprints--‘Glasgow: Printed for M‘Kenzie & Hutchison, -Booksellers, 16, Saltmarket’; ‘Edinburgh: Printed by J. Morren, -Cowgate.’ - -Very different in its design from the two works already mentioned -is _Lothian Tom_, a narrative of the ‘comical transactions’ of a -roguish fellow while sowing his wild oats. Many of the stories -told of the hero of the work are far from being new, but they -have been given a local colouring which imparts an appearance of -consistency to the book; and, incidentally, little circumstances -of life and character are brought in, giving additional value to -it as illustrating the home life of the Scottish peasantry of last -century. In the chap-literature of England and Scotland, there -are many other productions of a similar kind, in which the heroes -rejoice in the name of Tom; a circumstance that has given point -to a suggestion that the word ‘tomfoolery’ may owe its origin to -the mad pranks of the Toms of popular story. South of the Tweed -the great favourites were--_Wanton Tom, or the Merry History -of Tom Stitch the Taylor_; _The Merry Conceits of Long Tom the -Carrier_; _The Mad Pranks of Tom Tram_; and another one with the -euphonious title of _Swalpo_. All these, like _Lothian Tom_, are -but collections of jokes of which their respective Toms are made -the central figures. There is no reason to believe that any of -them were in the slightest degree really biographical. The modern -reprints of _Lothian Tom_ consist only of five parts, and in this -and several minor details they differ from the earlier editions, -in which there are six parts. Messrs. J. & M. Robertson, of the -Saltmarket, Glasgow, in 1793 and 1807, published editions of the -work; and in 1816 another was issued in Edinburgh, while there are -several editions still to be found without any date. A six-part -edition, without the song to be referred to further on, was issued -by C. Randall, Stirling, in 1801. The edition which has been used -by the editor of these volumes, was published in Edinburgh, in -three numbers--including all the six parts--the title-page of each -being embellished with a rough woodcut of a chapman full stride on -the road-way. The first number bears the imprint--‘Printed and Sold -in Niddery’s Wynd, 1775’; the second is dated 1777; while the third -has no date, though it appears to be quite as old as the others. -This, the earliest edition of which mention has yet been made, is -a most unique copy. Each number occupies eight pages. No attention -is paid to the breaking off in the middle of a part, or even of -a sentence, and the folios run right through. A large portion of -the third number is taken up by ‘Pady’s New Catechism,’ properly -belonging to another of Graham’s chap-books, entitled, _Pady from -Cork_, and on that account it has been left out here. - -At the close of the third number of this edition of _Lothian Tom_, -and reproduced in the second volume, is ‘The Plowman’s Glory; or, -Tom’s Song,’ a doggrel description of the pleasures of country -life; but it is a piece which requires more than passing reference. -The first eight lines are as follow:-- - - ‘As I was a walking one morning in the spring, - I heard a young plowman so sweetly to sing, - And as he was singing, these words he did say, - No life is like the plowman’s in the month of May. - The lark in the morning rises from her nest, - And mounts in the air with the dew on her breast, - And with the jolly plowman she’ll whistle and she’ll sing, - And at night she’ll return to her nest back again.’ - -It is interesting to notice that Cromek has attributed lines almost -identical with these to Robert Burns,[21] and the most eminent -editors of the works of the Ayrshire Bard have followed him. The -lines as given by Cromek read thus:-- - - ‘As I was a wand’ring ae morning in spring, - I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing, - And as he was singin’ thir words he did say, - There’s nae life like the Ploughman in the month o’ sweet May-- - The lav’rock in the morning she’ll rise frae her nest, - And mount to the air wi’ the dew on her breast, - And wi’ the merry Ploughman she’ll whistle and sing, - And at night she’ll return to her nest back again.’ - -In a foot-note Cromek remarks--‘It is pleasing to mark those -touches of sympathy which shew the sons of genius to be of one -kindred.--In the following passage from the poem of his countryman, -the same figure is illustrated with characteristic simplicity; -and never were the tender and the sublime in poetry more happily -united, nor a more affectionate tribute paid to the memory of Burns. - - ---- “Thou simple bird, - Of all the vocal quire, dwell’st in a home - The humblest; yet thy morning song ascends - Nearest to Heaven;--sweet emblem of his[22] song, - Who sung thee wakening by the daisy’s side!”’ - -It can only be inferred from the nature of this foot-note that -Cromek believed the verses to have been written by Burns, -notwithstanding the fact that he had Gilbert Burns’s statement that -his brother was not their author. The subsequent editorial history -of the lines is still more interesting. In the Kilmarnock edition -of the poet’s works, they are given with this note:--‘Although -this double stanza exists in Burns’s own writing, his brother, -Gilbert, assured Cromek that the little song was sung by every -ploughman and ploughman’s mistress in Ayrshire, before the poet -was born.’[23] The Rev. Dr. P. Hately Waddel, and the Rev. George -Gilfillan, in their editions of the works of Burns, both insert -the verses without any comment. Mr. William Scott Douglas, one -of the latest and most competent editors of Burns, has this note -upon the ‘Ploughman’s Song’:--‘Gilbert Burns expressed to Cromek a -strong doubt regarding his brother’s authorship of these lines, as -also of some other pieces found in his handwriting, and included -in the _Reliques_ of the poet; but as the authorship of the “Bonie -Muirhen”--one of the pieces referred to--has been clearly traced -to Burns, we do not feel at liberty to reject the lines in the -text.’[24] Mr. Douglas inserts the verses under the date 1780, -when Burns was twenty-two years of age; and in this connection it -is worthy of notice that another editor has put it under the year -1794, when the poet was thirty-six years of age. - -The obvious suggestion from what has been said is, that Burns was -not the author of the ‘Lines on a Merry Ploughman,’ which his -editors, after the dogmatic statement of Gilbert Burns, have more -or less insisted upon attributing to him; and, as a corollary, that -the verses having been found among others at the end of one of -Dougal Graham’s chap-books, as a consistent finish to the exploits -of his hero, Lothian Tom, in an edition published when Burns was a -youth, their authorship may be more clearly traced to Graham. With -a due admiration for the talents of Graham, we must submit that -the character of the verse, even as given in a slightly polished -state by Cromek, was not worthy of Burns, who said himself that -his work was all the result of careful revisal. Graham’s verses -often display false quantity; his rhyme is often far from true; -and his grammar is frequently lame: but these are faults which the -greatest detractor of the genius of Robert Burns would find it -difficult to lay to his charge. It might be urged, of course, that -this may have been a youthful production of Burns’s pen; but it is -more probable, from his known habit of noting down any remnant of -song he found among the people, that he wrote out what he had heard -sung from his infancy. In support of this idea, there is Gilbert -Burns’s assurance ‘that the little song was sung by every ploughman -and ploughman’s mistress in Ayrshire before the poet was born.’ To -us it seems conclusive that Burns was not its author, and that, -from its position in an early--not by any means the first--edition -of one of Graham’s most popular chap-books, to Graham must be -attributed its composition, with all the praise or blame that may -attach to it. - -_The History of John Cheap the Chapman_ belongs to the same -class of chap-books as _Lothian Tom_, though it has been usual -to believe that, unlike the latter, it was to a certain extent -autobiographical, and that in it Graham related some of his own -experiences. It has been already seen that its value in this -respect, if it has any, cannot be estimated on account of the -doubt as to whether it is autobiography or fiction. There can be -no question, however, that it contains a most valuable account of -the real life of the Scottish Chapman, with many vivid glimpses -of home life in Scotland in the middle of last century. Like all -the others, its indelicacy is sometimes notorious, but like them -its truthfulness must be its apology. The earliest dated edition -we have seen is one published in 1798 by Johnston of Falkirk; but -another, in some slight details more complete, was issued by J. -Morren, of the Cowgate, Edinburgh, about the beginning of this, or -the closing year of the eighteenth, century. The modern editions -are almost identical with the ones mentioned. - -The plan of another of Graham’s chap-books, _Fun upon Fun, or -the Comical Tricks of Leper the Taylor_, is very similar to that -which has been pointed out as characteristic of _Lothian Tom_ -and _John Cheap_. Leper is a madcap whose impudent doings bear a -strong resemblance to stories told of similar beings in this and -other countries; and the design of the author seems to have been -to lay before his readers a collection of tales grouped round one -central figure, rather than to give a record of the life of any -real person. This, however, has been done so skilfully--by local -colouring, and the introduction of little incidents which must have -had their counterparts in the every-day life of the people--that -the work has always been most deservedly popular. In point of time, -this seems to have been one of the latest, if not the latest, of -Graham’s publications, for Motherwell was able to give the title -and date of what he believed to be the first edition of the second -part as follows:--‘Fun upon Fun; or the Comical Tricks of Leper -the Taylor. Part II. Glasgow: Printed for the Company of Flying -Stationers in Town and Country. 1779.’ As the work is in two parts, -it is probable that the first would be published a short time -before the date mentioned. Motherwell also records that there was -this _nota bene_ to the second part--‘The Third Part will contain -a variety of his Witty Tricks in the different periods of his -Life.’ It is a question whether Graham was ever able to fulfil his -promise; for his death occurred, as has been seen, in the July of -the year in which the second part was issued. The fact that, in -later editions of _Leper the Taylor_, there is added to the two -original parts one giving an account of _The Grand Solemnity of -the Taylor’s Funeral_, quite in the same style, and a consistent -conclusion to the life of the Sartorian worthy, affords reasonable -presumption that he did so, and without any hesitation the third -part has, like the others, been accepted as the work of Graham. -This chap-book is in many respects akin to several booklets which -found a place in the popular literature of England; but possibly -its counterpart may be found in _Joaks upon Joaks, or No Joak like -a True Joak, being the Diverting Humours of Mr. John Ogle, a -Life Guard Man_. As for the modern editions, they differ in many -respects from the early ones, though not materially, except that -they leave out the third part. The earliest dated edition that -we have seen was printed by C. Randall, Stirling, in 1799. It is -without the third part, and is of sixteen pages. The next was -‘Printed in the year 1816’; but the title-page does not state the -town of publication. It contains all the three parts, and occupies -twenty-four pages duodecimo. Another edition, almost identical -with the one mentioned, was ‘Printed in the year 1820,’ and in -this case also the town of issue is not stated. In what appears to -be a chap-book of English manufacture, without date or place of -publication, there is appended the _Grand Solemnity of the Taylor’s -Funeral_, on which some slight alterations have been made, notably -in the way of Anglicising the names of the characters. On the -title-page of the work mentioned is a rough woodcut, representing -the lowering of a body into the grave, while in the back-ground -stands a primitive-looking hearse, drawn by two horses. - -The two chap-books that now fall to be spoken of are very different -in their nature from any to which reference has yet been made, -and, indeed, they may be said to form a class by themselves, for -they are unique in the popular literature of either Scotland -or England. _The History of Haverel Wives_, ‘written,’ as the -title-page states, ‘by Humphrey Clinker, the Clashing Wives’ -Clerk,’ one of the many cognomens adopted by Graham, is a ‘comical’ -and exceedingly interesting conference between two old women, on -their experiences of the past. The object of the author seems to -have been to bring together in small compass as much folk-lore -as possible, and this he prefaces by the remark, that he had -‘furnished the public with a small collection of old wives’ noted -sayings and wonders, which, they relate, happened in their own -time; also, what has been told them by their forefathers.’ The -intention is thus shown to have been to hold the old wives up to -a little gentle satire, though this generation must regard the -result as being a most valuable contribution to the antiquities of -Scotland. The language used is frequently very old, and ancient -superstitions and beliefs are given expression to in the words of -those who more or less put faith in them. This chap-book, also, -must be esteemed because of the descriptions given in it of the -doings of an age long before the period usually dealt with by works -of a similar nature--an age, the great events of which have been -duly recorded by historians who have paid but little attention to -the lives of the peasantry, or to the motives of their actions. It -would not be too much to say that not within the whole range of -Scottish literature could a more graphic account be obtained of -the manner of observing the first day of the week in Scotland in -pre-reformation and prelatic times, than is to be found in this -unconsidered booklet The second chap-book of this class is _Janet -Clinker’s Oration on the Virtues of the Old Women, and the Pride -of the Young_. It is put forward as having been dictated by Janet -Clinker, one of the _Haverel Wives_, to ‘Humphrey Clinker,’ and it -consists of a comparison between the women of her young days and -those of the days in which she then lived. The whole tone of the -work is satirical, and the young women are made to undergo a severe -reprimand for their proud and upsetting behaviour. These chap-books -were frequently printed together, though a 1781 edition of the -_Haverel Wives_ concludes with the simple intimation--‘Humphrey’s -Aunt Janet is yet alive, and has made an oration in praise of -the old women, and on the pride of the young.’ Another edition, -undated, published by Morren of Edinburgh, is also without Janet’s -_Oration_, but it concludes by stating that the two old women went -and ‘birl’d their bawbees,’ and made an agreement - - ‘Never to drink ae drop of tea, - But stout brown ale and whisky bare’-- - -a conclusion quite different from what is given in the edition of -1781, for in it Maggy, Janet’s gossip, dies ‘keeping her purse in -her hand.’ An edition was published in Glasgow, in 1807, by J. -& J. Robertson. This is the first in which we have seen the two -chap-books printed together, and it is also the earliest copy of -_Janet Clinker’s Oration_ that has come under our notice. The -_Haverel Wives_, in this case, is reprinted from the 1781 edition, -and only in one or two slight matters, apparently typographical, -differs from it. The _Oration_ was printed alone in 1824, with the -title--‘Grannie M‘Nab’s Lecture in the Society of Clashing Wives, -Glasgow, on Witless Mothers and their Dandy Daughters, who bring -them up to hood-wink the men, and deceive them with their braw -dresses, when they can neither wash a sark, mak’ parritch, or gang -to the well. Printed for the Booksellers.’ A chap-book bearing the -title of _The Art of Courtship_,[25] an Undated edition of which -was published by M. Randall, of Stirling, contains matter somewhat -similar to much that is contained in _Janet Clinker’s Oration_, and -the part that relates to the choosing of a wife is quoted almost -_verbatim et literatim_. It is somewhat remarkable that no editions -of these works were, so far as we have been able to discover, -issued subsequent to 1824. - -_The Comical and Witty Jokes of John Falkirk, the Merry Piper_, -one of the least known of Graham’s chap-books, is, as its name -indicates, merely a collection of _facetiæ_. Many of the tales -in it are cleverly told, while a few have nothing to recommend -them to the reader. Motherwell, on the authority of Caldwell, -attributes the work to Graham, and all other writers on the subject -have concurred with him. We have only seen one edition of _John -Falkirk_, and it was published in Edinburgh in 1777; but Motherwell -notes one issued in Glasgow two years later. No modern edition -of it has been published. The _Scots Piper’s Queries, or John -Falkirk’s Cariches_, is regarded as a sequel to the _Jokes_ of the -same worthy. The _Cariches_ are well known, and have long been -popular, though it cannot be said there is anything particularly -original about them. Many of the jokes in them were venerable in -Graham’s time, but he has touched them up to suit the tastes of -the age in which he wrote. Not a few of the questions and answers -have a distinct flavour of the proverbs of Solomon; and while the -expressions used are sometimes far from delicate, a good deal of -worldly wisdom is to be found in them. The intention of the author, -however, seems to have been amusement purely and simply, for in -the title-page of an undated edition, published by C. Randall, of -Stirling, there are these lines, which, it may be assumed belong to -the original work:-- - - ‘’Twill please the bairns and keep them laughing, - And mind the goodwife o’ her daffing.’ - -‘John Falkirk,’ it has already been mentioned, was a cognomen -used by Graham; and Motherwell has noted that, in an edition of -the _Cariches_ published after Graham’s death, there was prefixed -an ‘Account of John Falkirk, the Scots Piper.’ The only early -edition we have seen is one printed by C. Randall, Stirling. It -is undated, but was probably printed about 1807, and consists of -eight pages. So far as it goes it does not materially differ from -the modern editions, but it is without forty questions and answers -which appear in them. It is probable that, out of the general rule, -the modern editions are more complete than the one published by -Randall. On the title-page of the Stirling chap-book is a rough -wood-cut of a blind beggar led by a dog, presumably designed as a -frontispiece for an English chap, entitled, ‘The Blind Beggar of -Bethnal Green,’ very popular south of the Tweed, and occasionally -printed in Scotland. Motherwell’s edition of _John Falkirk_ was -published in Glasgow in 1779, but his copy of the _Cariches_ was -undated. - -The _Comical Sayings of Pady from Cork_ is the title of a chap-book -attributed to Graham by Motherwell and all his successors. Unlike -the bellman’s other works it does not deal with any phase of -Scottish life, but rather with the vagaries popularly believed for -many generations to be characteristic of the Irish mind. It is, in -fact, a collection of the proverbial Irish ‘bulls,’ some of them -‘comical’ and spontaneous, but others studied and consequently -stupid. In many respects the dialogue between Pady and his English -interlocutor, Tom, is clever, but frequently it is evident that the -author was out of his element. It must be confessed that there is a -good deal of force in Professor Fraser’s argument, so far as _Pady -from Cork_ is concerned, that there was not a single sentence in -it which might not have been written by any one other than Graham, -and that most of the incidents narrated in it were to be found in -the _facetiæ_ of almost every country in Europe long before Graham -carried a pack or rang the skellat bell of Glasgow.[26] Mr. Fraser -refers in these remarks in the first instance to _George Buchanan_ -and _The History of Buckhaven_, but he applies them to _Pady from -Cork_, with the modification that it was less of a compilation -and had more local colouring than the chap-books he had been -discussing. But while all that may be true enough, Motherwell’s -authority in attributing the authorship of _Pady from Cork_ to -Dougal Graham cannot well be impugned, for on this point he -apparently writes under the inspiration of his friend Mr. Caldwell; -and it is notable that the copy in the possession of Motherwell -was published by Caldwell in 1784. The edition reprinted from in -this collection was published in Glasgow by J. & M. Robertson in -1807, and on the title-page there is a wood-cut showing a military -looking gentleman standing beside a small cannon. The modern -editions are considerably mutilated, and, among other things, want -the ‘Creed for Romish Believers,’ to be found in earlier copies. -‘Pady’s New Catechism’ and his ‘Creed’ have been mentioned in a -preceding page as being in the third number of a very rare edition -of _Lothian Tom_, to all appearance only as padding. - -Motherwell and M‘Vean both attributed the authorship of _Simple -John and his Twelve Misfortunes_ to Dougal Graham; but Professor -Fraser, on the other hand, has brought a distinct charge of -plagiarism against the poetical bellman. ‘The original hero of the -“Misfortunes,”’ he says, ‘is _Simple Simon_; a history of whose -life and misadventures was common in England in the seventeenth -century. This, or a similar version--most likely one of the many -editions issued from Newcastle--Graham most certainly stole, and, -having changed the hero’s name to _John_, and written a racy -introduction to the work in broad Scotch, gave it to the world as -an original production. The prefatory matter is quite in Graham’s -style, and could not have been written by an Englishman. It is -frequently to be found published separately under the title of -_Silly Tam_.’[27] But before going into the question here raised, -it may be as well to state that the edition from which _Simple -John_ has been reprinted in this collection, is one published in -Glasgow in 1780, and ‘Printed for the Company of Flying Stationers -in Town and Country.’ The original is a duodecimo, and consists of -eight closely printed pages, with a wood-cut on the title-page, -representing the unfortunate husband running from his wife, who -pursues him with outstretched arms, while his haste is emphasised -by his hat and wig being shown as falling from his head to the -ground. The other editions now lying before the editor are--1st, -one printed in Edinburgh, in 1821, ‘for the booksellers,’ of -twenty-four pages duodecimo; and another almost identical in every -way, the print being nearly line for line the same, bearing the -imprint--‘Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers, 1823.’ Both these -editions have, as a frontispiece, the picture of a hook-nosed -termagant, giving a simple looking fellow, with a beer-mug in his -hand, a severe shaking. The matter in the modern undated edition, -‘printed for the booksellers’ in Glasgow, is the same, with one or -two slight differences, as what is to be found in the older ones -already enumerated. But, in addition to these, there also lies -before us a copy of _The Miseries of Poor Simple Innocent Tam_, -which, like one mentioned by Professor Fraser, is of eight pages -duodecimo, without covers, and gives no indication of date or -place of issue. With the exception of the alteration of the name -of the hero from ‘John’ to ‘Tam,’ the text is exactly the same as -that contained in the introduction to _Simple John_. An undated -edition, of eight pages, of _Simple John_ was printed by William -Cameron, in Edinburgh. It only contains the introductory matter, -and concludes with the addition of John’s lament on the death of -his mother, without making further reference to his misfortunes. -Having thus detailed the several editions of what has generally -been regarded as Graham’s chap-book, in its two-fold form of -_Simple John_ and _Simple Tam_, some attention may now be paid -to Professor Fraser’s allegations against the literary morality -of the reputed author. After a careful comparison of the English -chap-book, _Simple Simon_, with _Simple John_, we cannot but admit -the statement that ‘the prefatory matter is quite in Graham’s -style, and could not have been written by an Englishman;’ but we -are not prepared to admit that Graham ‘most certainly stole’ the -main body of the work. What Professor Fraser assumes to have been -stolen must have been, though he does not explicitly say so, the -‘Twelve Misfortunes,’ for he admits that the preface is original -and Scotch. This conclusion seems to have been come to without -careful collation. Any one who has the opportunity, and will -take the trouble to collate the two works, will find that only -in two instances do the misfortunes in the Scotch chap-book bear -any resemblance to those described in its English counterpart. -These two instances are the fourth and seventh misfortunes in -_Simple John_; but though the general features are the same, -there is a great difference in the mode of treatment. As for the -other misfortunes that befell _Simple John_, they have not even -counterparts in _Simple Simon_, and, indeed, they could not well -have, for they are almost entirely Scotch in their nature. Again, -the conclusions arrived at in the two books are different. _Simple -Simon_ endeavours to poison himself, but by mistake he takes a -draught from his wife’s bottle of sack, becomes drunk, and is -cudgelled in consequence, but he and his wife afterwards lead a -happy life. No such good fortune attends _Simple John_, for he -laments his unhappy fate, and ‘appeals to a Jedburgh jury, if it -be not easier to deal wi’ fools than headstrong, fashious fouks; -owns he has but an empty scull, but his wicked wife wants wit to -pour judgment into it, never tells him o’ danger till it comes -upon him, for his mither said he was a bidable bairn, if onybody -had been to learn him wit.’ We cannot, therefore, concur in Mr. -Fraser’s statement that Graham ‘stole’ this chap-book, ‘and gave it -to the world as an original production.’ For the reasons shown, we -believe Graham only took the idea--and it may be gravely questioned -if he did so much, for it has yet to be proved that _Simple Simon_ -was ‘common in England in the seventeenth century,’[28]--from the -English chap-book, and worked it out in a manner peculiarly his -own, and, it must also be added, distinctively Scotch. - -In the case of another chap-book usually believed to owe its -existence to Dougal Graham, Professor Fraser has seen fit to go -against the general verdict, without, as it seems to us, giving a -sufficient reason for the position he has taken up. He considers -it extremely improbable, judging from internal evidence, that -Graham ever composed the _History of Buckhaven_; and, further -on, referring to it and _The Witty Exploits of George Buchanan_, -he says, ‘There is not a single sentence in either of them that -might not have been written by any one else.’ The latter remark -may be all very true, but the former one must involve a serious -difference of opinion. It would indeed be difficult to say what -internal evidence is to be found in the _History of Buckhaven_ -that gave good reason for the assumption that Graham was not its -author. Motherwell, judging apparently on this ‘internal evidence,’ -says that, although he had not authority for ascribing any popular -chap-books to Graham other than those he had mentioned, he would -not be surprised to find that Graham was also the author of this -history. M‘Vean, without comment, gives the work a place in his -bibliography of Graham’s works, and it is to be presumed that a -man of his undoubted attainments as a literary antiquary would -not have done so without some reason satisfactory at least to -himself. For our own part, we see nothing in the work itself at -all inconsistent with the idea that Graham may have been the -author of it. On the contrary, there seem to be some points in -the course of the narrative which strongly support the commonly -accepted tradition. That Graham possessed an undoubted acquaintance -with the western district of Fifeshire, in which the respectable -town of Buckhaven is situated, is evident from _Jockey and -Maggy’s Courtship_, the scene of which is laid in the vicinity -of Torryburn; and his intimate knowledge of Fifeshire modes of -speech is further shown by an amusing character he introduced into -_The Coalman’s Courtship_--‘auld Mattie, the Fife wife ... the -wife it says, _Be-go laddie_.’ The language used in the _History -of Buckhaven_, the style of treatment, and the burlesque humour, -all bespeak Dougal as its author, for they are similar in all -important points to what are to be found in works which even Mr. -Fraser has without hesitation assented to being ascribed to Graham. -The history, of course, is a burlesque, after the style of a -well-known English chap-book, _The Wise Men of Gotham_, which it -far outstrips for cleverness and racy humour. It has, however, the -taint common to so many of Dougal’s works. The whole motive may be -summed up in a short quotation from one of the many defunct Glasgow -magazines:--‘The Buckhaven people, originally foreign colonists, -were a people on the Fife side of the Forth, who lived much by -themselves, had singular manners, and were of uncouth speech. All -kinds of absurdities could thus be safely palmed upon them.’[29] -Messrs. J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, issued a 24 pp. edition of -the _History of Buckhaven_ in 1806, illustrated by some very rude -woodcuts, most of them having done duty in other chap-books. This -edition is in three parts; and the title-page bears that the work -was written by ‘Merry Andrew at Tamtallon.’ The more modern issues -only contain the first two parts, and even these are considerably -abridged. - -The last work attributed to Dougal Graham, and calling for any -detailed notice in this place, is the one entitled _The History and -Entertaining Exploits of George Buchanan, who was commonly called -the King’s Fool_. It is a chap-book which has been long popular, -and one which has given rise to a variety of speculations, not -only as to its authorship but also as to who was really the person -whose ‘exploits’ are professedly recorded in its pages. As to the -first of these points, Motherwell said he would not be surprised -if Graham were its author; and M‘Vean heads his list of Dougal’s -works with it. Fraser, on the other hand, argues against it being -the composition of Graham, the ground he takes up being the same -as that already quoted in relation to _The History of Buckhaven_ -and _Simple John_. In this instance, however, we think he has a -stronger case than he had against Graham’s authorship of the two -other publications. The internal evidence of the work itself--the -time at which George Buchanan is shown to have lived--is sufficient -proof that in it Graham could not in any sense lay claim to -originality. But at the same time it is more than probable that -he brought together the stories told about the country regarding -his hero, and for the first time gave them forth to the world in -a collected form. Until some additional light can be shed upon -this matter, dogmatism either on the one side or the other would -be imprudent; but, while sympathising to some extent with the -position taken up by Professor Fraser, we do not see our way clear -to dissent from the tradition of Graham’s connection with the -chap-book. The idea that he may have been its editor, or compiler, -appears to be quite reasonable. - -The next question, as to the identity of the hero of _The Merry -Exploits of George Buchanan_, is one upon which a more definite -opinion can be expressed, though it has given rise to several -curious notions. The idea most common at the present day among -the mass of the Scottish people is that there were two Scotsmen -who bore the name of George Buchanan, one of them being the King’s -fool, and the other the eminent Latinist, historian, and poet. -This theory, it must be confessed, is the one which does the most -credit to the scholar, but we are afraid it does not do justice to -the fact. There can be no doubt, from many of the stories given in -the chap-book, that George Buchanan, the scholar, is the person -pointed at; and a careful consideration of his life and opinions, -viewed in the light in which these were regarded by many of his -contemporaries and immediate successors, will readily furnish the -origin of the extraordinary actions attributed to him. We must not, -however, be understood to give countenance to another impression, -by no means uncommon among a certain class, that George Buchanan -acted as the King’s buffoon or fool. The life of the historian of -Scotland was cast in a troublous age. Born in the year 1506, he was -an active participant in the turmoil of the Reformation period, -and had a large share in the proceedings against the unfortunate -Queen Mary. Like most of the reformers his nature was stiff and -unbending, but he possessed a dry and caustic wit which made him -valuable to his friends and more and more hated by his enemies. -His opponents took every opportunity to vilify his character, -and spread abroad by means of books and conversations, after his -death, even by Acts of the Scottish Estates, aspersions on his -life and opinions. To show how this was done, one or two instances -may be given. A French priest named Garasse, in a work entitled -_Doctrine Curieuse_,--an edition of which was published in 1590, -a few years after Buchanan’s death--speaks of that illustrious -man as a ‘hard drinker.’ After endeavouring to show how his whole -life had been one of continual debauchery, Garasse proceeds with -his shameless libel, and makes Buchanan say on his death-bed, in -answer to the remonstrances of his doctors:--‘“Go along with you, -you and your prescriptions and dietaries! I would far rather live -only three jolly weeks, getting comfortably drunk every day, than -live six dreary _wineless_ years.” ... He died in brief space, -however; his chamber being then rarely littered with glasses and -wine-measures.’ In his native country, also, his memory was abused. -His death in 1582 was little noticed, but it was soon followed by -an outburst against his writings. His works have long been regarded -as valuable in spite of the many defects they admittedly have; but -the Scottish Estates, in 1584, issued an order for their purgation -because they contained ‘sundrie offensive matters, worthie to -be detecte,’ because of their ‘steiring up his hienes subjectes -theirby to misliking sedition unquietness, and to cast off their -due obedience to his Majestie.’ Heylin, in his _Cosmographie_, said -Buchanan’s _History of Scotland_ and _De Jure Regni_ had ‘wrought -more mischief in the world than all Machiavel’s works’; and the -authorities of the University of Oxford, in 1683, publicly burned -the political works of George Buchanan, along with others equally -obnoxious to them. These few incidents, among many, are sufficient -to indicate how the extraordinary stories told in the chap-book -came to be attached to George Buchanan, one of the most learned -and cultured men of his time. There is good ground for the remark -that the _Merry Exploits of George Buchanan_ ‘is a terrible libel -on an eminent man; never was mental greatness so “let down” in the -popular estimation as by this vulgar performance; by and through -which Buchanan’s humble countrymen were taught, not to look up -to him, but down upon him as a coarse buffoon.’[30] It must be -admitted, however, that there is strong reason to suspect that many -of the stories were current before the issue of the chap-book, but -it, of course, would help to perpetuate the libels. The conclusion -from what has been said may be thus briefly summarised. Dougal -Graham seems to have been the collector of ridiculous stories about -George Buchanan, the scholar and historian, these stories being, -for the most part, manifestly untrue, but the natural offspring -of the more elaborate libels written and spoken against him -immediately after his death. - -Many editions of this chap-book have been published, and it -promises to have the longest life of any of its race, for it is -still being issued. The copy reprinted in this work was published -in Falkirk in 1799. Among the other editions we have seen are the -following:--One issued in Edinburgh bears ‘to be printed in this -present year,’ a somewhat indefinite intimation, consisting of 47 -duodecimo pages; and one in two numbers of 24 pp. each, printed -in Newcastle by G. Angus, without date, and apparently complete. -The earliest edition mentioned is one published by A. Robertson, -Coalhill, Leith, in 1765. It was an octavo, in six parts of eight -pages each, with a title-page to each part. Another was printed -by W. R. Walker, Royal Arcade, Newcastle-on-Tyne, but it bears -no date. The Robertsons, of the Saltmarket, Glasgow, also issued -several editions of this chap-book, among the rest of their -‘Standards.’ - -Having thus gone over, with as much detail as possible, the various -works attributed to Dougal Graham, it will be proper to give the -list of them, with the dates of the editions reprinted in these -volumes:-- - - 1.--The History of the Rebellion, 3rd Edition. Glasgow, 1774. - 2.--John Hielandman’s Remarks on Glasgow, n.d. - 3.--Turnimspike, n.d. - 4.--Tugal M‘Tagger, n.d. - 5.--Had awa’ frae me, Donald, n.d. - 6.--Jockey and Maggy’s Courtship. Glasgow, 1779. - 7.--The Coalman’s Courtship. Glasgow, 1782. - 8.--Lothian Tom. Edinburgh, 1775. - 9.--John Cheap the Chapman. Falkirk, 1798. - 10.--Leper the Taylor. Stirling, 1799. - 11.--The Taylor’s Funeral. 1816. - 12.--Haverel Wives. Glasgow, 1781. - 13.--Janet Clinker’s Oration. Glasgow, 1807. - 14.--The Witty Jokes of John Falkirk. Edinburgh, 1777. - 15.--John Falkirk’s Cariches. Stirling, n.d. - 16.--Pady from Cork. Glasgow, 1807. - 17.--Simple John, _alias_ Simple Tam. Glasgow, 1780. - 18.--History of Buckhaven. Glasgow, 1806. - 19.--George Buchanan. Stirling, 1795. - -Such is the catalogue of Graham’s works--works with which it is -believed he had something more or less to do--and which we have -been able to find. Of the others attributed to him, but unfound, -are:-- - - 20.--Verses on Popular Superstitions. - 21.--Dialogue between the Pope and the Prince of Darkness. - 22.--Epitaph on the Third Command. - 23.--Life and Transactions of Alexander Hamwinkle. - 24.--Warning to Methodist Preachers. - 25.--Second Warning to Methodist Preachers. - 26.--Proverbs on the Pride of Women. - 27.--Verses on the Pride of Women. - 28.--Dying Groans of John Barleycorn.[31] - -There are probably others of which even the names have been lost; -but it seems likely that very few, if any, of those classified as -not found, will ever be traced. It is a pity that this should be -so; and every lover of the literary antiquities of Scotland must -fondly hope that in the course of time, by some happy accident, the -lost chap-books of Dougal Graham may again see the light of day. - -By way of conclusion, it will be appropriate to discuss the general -character of these works. Such an inquiry involves the weighing of -opinions of several writers who, it must be admitted on all hands, -were in every way qualified to give a judgment in the matter. - -The leading opinion must, of course, be that of Sir Walter Scott. -This is the record Strang[32] gives of it:--‘A history of the -vulgar literature of Scotland has been long and is unquestionably -still a desideratum, for certainly nothing could tend to throw -so much light on the manners and tastes of the great body of -the people as such a work. In 1830 it was hoped that Sir Walter -Scott--than whom no man could have so well and so heartily -performed the task--would have undertaken it as a preface to -Dougal Graham’s History of the Rebellion, which, as we have hinted, -he proposed giving to the Maitland Club, but unfortunately he -abandoned the idea; yet, in doing so, Sir Walter, in a letter dated -10th May, 1830, to the writer of this volume, among other things -of Dougal, said--“Neither had I the least idea of his being the -author of so much of our Bibliotheque Bleue as you ascribe to him, -embracing unquestionably several coarse but excessively meritorious -pieces of popular humour. The _Turnamspike_ alone was sufficient -to entitle him to immortality. I had, in my early life, a great -collection of these chap-books, and had six volumes of them bought -before I was ten years old, comprehending most of the more rare and -curious of our popular tracts.”’ - -Motherwell, again, says that he himself projected--but was unable, -through want of leisure, and the difficulty of obtaining materials, -to carry his intention into effect--a history of vulgar literature, -in which, as a matter of course, Graham must have occupied a -prominent place. Referring to the _History of the Rebellion_, he -says:--‘However slightingly we esteem his metrical powers, we -really believe he has conscientiously and honestly detailed the -events which came under his observation. It is not, however, on the -merits of this work, that Graham’s fame rests. Had he only written -it, we believe he never would have occupied our thoughts for a -moment; but as one who subsequently contributed largely to the -amusement of the lower classes of his countrymen, we love to think -of the facetious bellman. To his rich vein of gross comic humour, -laughable and vulgar description, great shrewdness of observation, -and strong, though immeasurably coarse sense, every one of us, -after getting out of toy books and fairy tales, has owed much. In -truth, it is no exaggeration when we state, that he who desires -to acquire a thorough knowledge of low Scottish life, vulgar -manners, national characteristics, and popular jokes, must devote -his days and nights to the study of John Cheap the Chapman--Leper -the Taylor--Paddy from Cork--The whole proceedings of Jockie and -Maggie’s Courtship--Janet Clinker’s Orations--Simple John, &c., -all productions of Dougald’s fertile brain, and his unwearied -application to the cultivation of vulgar literature. To refined -taste Dougald had no pretensions. His indelicacy is notorious--his -coarseness an abomination--but they are characteristic of the -class for whom he wrote. He is thoroughly imbued with the national -humours and peculiarities of his countrymen of the humblest -classes, and his pictures of their manners, modes of thinking -and conversation, are always sketched with a strong and faithful -pencil. Indeed, the uncommon popularity the chap-books above noted -have acquired, entitles them, in many a point of view, to the -regard of the moralist, and the literary historian. We meet with -them on every stall, and in every cottage. They are essentially -the Library of Entertaining Knowledge to our peasantry, and -have maintained their ground in the affections of the people, -notwithstanding the attempt of religious, political, or learned -associations, to displace them, by substituting more elegant and -wholesome literature in their stead.’[33] - -Dr. Strang’s judgment is similar:--‘Of the vulgar literature to -which we have referred, and of so much of which Dougal Graham was -the author, it is enough to say that it really contributed the -chief literary pabulum enjoyed by the bulk of our countrymen in the -humbler walks of life; and though the jokes therein promulgated -certainly were broad, and sometimes even grossly indecent, they -were not untrue portraitures of Scottish life and Scottish -manners.’[34] - -Professor Fraser thus discusses the same matter:--‘He [Graham] -possessed this advantage over the ordinary historian; that the -latter from his superior height and position seldom condescended -to enter the huts of the poor, and when he did enter, the inmates -were frightened into their “Sunday clothes and manners” by his -stately and majestic presence. But Dougal, being himself one of -the poorest, introduces us into the most secret, domestic, and -every-day life and thoughts of the lower classes of last century. -Nothing is hidden from him. He is treated with a familiarity which -shows that his hosts have no wish to hide anything. Then, too, he -made his reader familiar not only with their mode of life, but with -the peculiarities of their dialect, and in this way shed a not -unfrequent light on philology. Add to these virtues that Dougal -is never out of humour, always laughing and gossiping, drinking -and telling old tales. His laughter, also, is contagious; we -cannot contain ourselves. All his stories are full of people who -laugh “like to burst,” and one cannot help but join them in their -cacchinations. Nor are his sketches wanting in dramatic power. -The characters are full of individuality and life, rendered more -significant by a local flavour of demeanor and dialect. More than -one of them might have afforded models for some of the raciest of -Scott’s creations, and all of them are instinct with genuine humour -and vitality.’[35] - -Such were the opinions regarding the writings of Dougal Graham, -given expression to by four men who had studied them, and saw their -value. It is difficult, and almost unnecessary, to add anything -further to what they have said; but in bringing this account of -Graham’s works to a close, we may be permitted to supplement the -judgments quoted, by a few additional speculations. - -Much has been said about the value these writings possess, because -they are, for the most part, truthful descriptions of the life of -the Scottish people of last century. In what other works, or series -of works--even those professedly dealing with the subject--can -there be obtained such a knowledge of how the common people lived -a century or two ago? We venture to affirm that such cannot be -found. The life of the people is the life of the nation; and if -it be a virtue to write personal biography like Boswell, it is -surely more so to record the inner life of a nation, like Graham. -Both, differing widely in many and important respects, have -attained success by the same means--by placing before their readers -sketches of private life, of the life which is most natural and -least artificial, and which gives the best notion of the feelings -and motives that guided either individuals or nations to success -or failure. To understand thoroughly the history of Scotland in -the eighteenth century, the ordinary historical works, dealing -principally with great movements and events, must be read in the -light, and by the aid, of the popular literature of that period; in -the same way as the resident of the twentieth century, desiring to -know the true history of the present age must, while looking to its -great religious, philanthropic, scientific, commercial, political, -and military achievements, also take into account the criminal -records, the proceedings of the courts, the annals of the poor, and -the ephemeral literature of all kinds. - -Another line of thought is suggested by the indelicacy of -expression so frequently to be found in Graham’s works. That such -indelicacy exists in his works must be admitted; but in this -respect they are no worse than, and will compare favourably with, -the writings of many of the most prominent Scottish authors, such -as Sir David Lindsay, and others. Indeed, it is worthy of notice, -that men such as Fielding, Sterne, Swift, and Smollet, highly -educated, and moving in a better circle of society in the same age -with Dougal Graham, have tainted their writings with the grossness -which has been noticed, and which, in their case, is less easily -excused. The fault was in the time when plain speaking took the -place now occupied by inuendo. Notwithstanding this, it cannot -but be noticed that in his writings there is a native manliness -not often discovered in works having greater pretensions; that -there is no mawkish sentiment or sickly prudishness; and that in -the presentation of pictures of life, they have no artificial -draperies more suggestive than nature itself. There is a tendency -on the part of those who have written upon this subject, to deplore -the indelicacy of many passages of Graham’s works. We do not feel -ourselves under any obligation to do so, for had the author toned -down the colouring of some of his chap-books, they would have been -untrue to nature to the extent of the suppression. What should -be regretted was the immorality and coarseness so prevalent among -the lower classes in Scotland during last century; and he who -wishes to further the improvement and condition of the people will -welcome Graham’s chap-books as showing distinctly what required -reformation a century ago. It would hardly be too much to say, that -in some parts of Scotland a state of matters very little different -from what Graham frequently describes, may still be found. Any -one who is at all acquainted with life among the lower classes, -must admit that these descriptions are true to nature, and that -a study of them is necessary before we can know thoroughly upon -what the present superstructure of Scottish civilisation has been -built. Graham, perhaps unintentionally, has held ‘the mirror up to -nature,’ has shown ‘virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, -and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.’ - -It would be difficult, again, to over-estimate the value of Dougal -Graham’s works as affording illustrations of the folk-lore of -Scotland. Almost all the superstitions that obtained among the -common people of his time he has touched upon either directly or -indirectly; and in many instances he has given information upon -this and kindred subjects which it would be difficult to find -anywhere else. While all his chap-books may be found useful in -this direction, a few of them stand out as perfect storehouses -of folk-lore. Among the most notable of these are _The History -of Buckhaven_, _The History of the Haveral Wives_, _Jockey and -Maggy’s Courtship_, the three parts of _Leper the Taylor_, and -even _Pady from Cork_. In the first-mentioned chap-book there -are some particularly valuable notes about the opinions current -regarding the Arch-enemy and all his supposed representatives on -earth, such as witches, kelpies, fairies, and ‘bogles’ of all -kinds. The folk-lore of the hare, or ‘mauken,’ in this work is -also very full, and has given Mr. William George Black, F.S.A., -Scot., a valuable illustration for his able article on ‘The Hare in -Folk-Lore,’ in a recent issue of _The Folk-Lore Journal_. Similar -remarks could be made about the other chap-books specially named, -but enough has been said in a general way to indicate their value -in this direction. In the notes to the chap-books themselves some -attempt may be made to show, in a manner more detailed than is -possible here, their worth as throwing light upon the superstitions -prevalent during the eighteenth century. - -How far the genius of Dougal Graham would have been affected by an -education superior to that which he obtained, it would be difficult -to say. Possibly greater culture might have raised him to the -rank of a Scott; perhaps it might only have left him in the ranks -of mediocrity. In the one case he would have produced works of -greater literary value; in the other, possibly, none at all. One -thing is evident, however, that a series of writings which discover -the under-currents of Scottish life in a busy century, would have -been lost to literature, and that whatever gain there may have in -one direction, it could hardly counter-balance the loss another -way. Taking Dougal Graham all in all, his uncultured energy, his -‘hameliness,’ and his ready wit, have won for him a place in -Scottish literature it would be difficult to supply, and which no -one but himself was qualified to occupy. What that place was we -shall endeavour to show in the following pages, when dealing with -the chap-literature of Scotland. - - - - -III.--THE CHAP-LITERATURE OF SCOTLAND. - - -Fully half a century ago, William Motherwell, whose name has been -frequently mentioned in these pages, penned this sentence:--‘A -History of Vulgar Literature, from the earliest of the present -times, we believe, would form a valuable acquisition to the -libraries of the curious.’ About thirty years later Dr. Strang -expressed the same idea in terms somewhat similar:--‘A history -of the vulgar literature of Scotland has been long and is -unquestionably still, a desideratum, for certainly nothing could -tend to throw so much light on the manners and tastes of the -great body of the people as such a work.’ Notwithstanding the -lapse of time the work so much desired has yet to be done; though -Professor Fraser within recent years has brought together, in a -concise form, material regarding chap-literature, which, before -his work on the Humorous Chap-Books of Scotland, was only to be -found in fragments in various books and magazines. By his own -confession, however, his work is merely an instalment, and, as -we have indicated, a history of the chap-literature of Scotland -has yet to be written. It is a matter to be regretted that the -popular works of last century--the works which found most favour -with the great mass of the people, and which, with the addition -of the Bible, was the bulk of their reading--should have been -over-looked. No complaint can be made of any neglect of the higher -walks in the profession of letters in the eighteenth century. The -philosophers, poets, novelists, and historians of Scotland in the -last century, have had at least justice done them. But their works, -for the most part, were addressed to the educated, then a small -proportion of the population. Those who wrote for the people--for -the uneducated peasantry--have been ignored, a notable exception -being Burns, whose works were popular with all classes. Their works -were long considered to be unworthy of notice; and out of a very -large issue, there can now only be found a few stray leaflets. With -such material as can be had, a short sketch of that literature is -given in the following pages, for the purpose of showing the place -occupied in it by Dougal Graham. - -‘Our fathers have told us,’ could the mediæval Scot say as well as -the ancient Israelite, for the traditions of former days in ballad, -song, and story, were handed down from generation to generation. In -the good old times, the gaberlunzie man would rehearse, by the peat -fire of some remote farm-house, tales of the present and the past; -or the discredited minstrel of the ‘iron time’ would tune-- - - ---- ‘To please a peasant’s ear, - The harp a king had loved to hear.’ - -From these, celebrated by royal and knightly poets, and encircled -by the halo of romance, we must descend to the more prosaic, -because better known, chapman, who, in a latter age, filled -their places. Travelling over the country with a pack composed -of haberdashery goods of the most varied kind, and with coarsely -printed specimens of the literature to which his profession has -given a name, he retailed at each farm-house the news he had heard -on his journeys; and on a winter’s evening, by the kitchen fire, -he could make the time seem to pass swiftly, as he drew upon his -experience for stories of the most wonderful description, or -recalled the days of chivalry by his old-world tales. He was thus -admitted to the inner circle: he mixed with the people as one of -themselves. - -Having thus shown the chapman’s descent, it will be interesting -to notice the origin of the name given to his profession, -if it may be so called. Professor Fraser says ‘the prefix -“chap” originally meant “to cheap or cheapen,” as in the word -“cheapening-place,” meaning a market-place,--hence the English -Cheapside and Eastcheap.’ In addition, it may be stated that the -word ‘chapman’ is derived from the Anglo-Saxon “ceap-man,” _ceap_ -meaning ‘a sale, or bargain’; and it is related to the Suio-Gothic -or Swedish _keop-a_, whence is derived the Scottish ‘coup’ or -‘cowp,’ now confined to horse-selling, colloquially spoken of as -‘horse-cowping.’ Another illustration may be found in the name -‘Chepstow,’ a place in Monmouthshire, meaning a market, or place -for chapmen. The general title of ‘chap-books’ was given to small -tracts hawked through the country by these worthies, who, however, -were willing to sell anything upon which they could make a profit. -Their business was a necessity of the times, when roads were bad, -when stage-coaches were hardly known, and when railways would -have been thought an impossibility and absurdity. The people in -the rural districts bought all their smallwares from them; and -the visit of the chapman to a remote Lowland village, or Highland -clachan, was an event to be remembered by the women-folks far and -near. - -When and how the chap-literature of Scotland took its origin it -would be difficult to say with anything like precision. There -is, however, good ground for the assumption that it may have -originated about the period of the Covenanting troubles, and -that it probably received its first material impetus from the -Revolution of 1688. As early as 1644, Zachary Boyd, for some time -minister of the Barony Parish of Glasgow, and Vice-Chancellor of -the University, complained to the General Assembly about the ‘idle -books, ... fables, love-songs, baudry ballads, heathen husks, -youth’s poison,’ in circulation. Printing was then in its infancy -in Scotland, and it is interesting to note how, thus early in its -existence, it sought to extend to the people a cheap literature -which, though perhaps not of the most wholesome kind, might hardly -be deserving of the strictures of the stern presbyterian of the -seventeenth century. After the Restoration, a change appears -to have come over the popular literature; a new element was -introduced; and the internal evidence of the chap-books relating to -Peden, Cargill, and other worthies of the ‘killing time,’ indicate -that their first editions were published within a few years at -least of the events recorded in them. The press, apparently, -was made great use of by the preachers who had been ousted from -their pulpits; and many sermons were sent out in the form of -chap-books. In the second portion of the library of the late Dr. -David Laing, which was recently sold off in London, there was an -interesting volume of chap-books relating chiefly to Scottish -religious and ecclesiastical affairs. Among others, it included the -following:--‘Renwick (J.), Man’s Great Concernment, 1687’; ‘Love -(C.), Christ’s Glorious Appearance, _Glasgow_, 1692’; and ‘Row -(J.), Sermon commonly known by the Pockmanty Preaching, _Edin._, -1723.’ From what has been said, there seems to be little doubt that -the chap-literature of Scotland was of somewhat earlier origin than -that of England. A recent writer, referring to English chap-books, -says:--‘The Chap-book proper did not exist before the former date -[1700], unless the Civil War and political tracts can be so termed. -Doubtless these were hawked by the pedlars, but they were not those -penny worths, suitable to everybody’s taste, and within the reach -of anybody’s purse, owing to their extremely low price, which -must, or ought to have, extracted every available copper in the -village, when the Chapman opened his budget of brand-new books.’[36] - -But happier times produced a further change on Scottish -chap-literature, which again included within its borders -productions of a less sober character than sermons and the lives -and opinions of martyrs, though these still held their ground -in public estimation. Among the chaps, the originals or early -reprints of which were published at the beginning of the eighteenth -century, were many of a religious or semi-religious character, -such as the following:--‘Last Words of Christian Kerr, _Edin._, -1708’; ‘Description of Jerusalem, _Edin._, 1727’; and ‘Last Words -of Margaret Abercromby, _Edin._, 1729.’ As for the ‘Pockmanty -Preaching,’ already mentioned as having been issued in 1723, it -was one of a considerable class which has been well represented -in _Scottish Presbyterian Eloquence Displayed_. About this time, -also, Allan Ramsay published many of his earlier poems in chap-book -or broadside form, and to this must be attributed the speedy hold -he took on the favour of the people. Chalmers, in his life of the -poet, says that after the year 1715, Ramsay ‘wrote many petty -poems, which from time to time he published at a proportionate -price. In this form, his poetry was at the time attractive; and -the women of Edinburgh were wont to send out their children, with -a penny, to buy “Ramsay’s last piece.” ... On those principles -he published, about the year 1716, the “Christ’s Kirk on the -Green.”’[37] Though he did not long continue this practice, he had -afterwards to suffer some annoyance by others doing it for him. In -his ‘Address to the Town Council of Edinburgh,’ written in 1721, -he complains that he had ‘suffer’d muckle wrang’ by ‘Lucky Reid -and ballad-singers,’ publishing a trashy edition of his pastoral -on Addison. He bewails the many mistakes in it, and says that -publication kept him from his natural rest. - -The ‘Lucky Reid,’ mentioned in Ramsay’s complaint, was the widow -of John Reid, printer, in Bell’s Wynd, Edinburgh. Reid did a large -business in issuing scraps of popular literature. He was the -original publisher of many of the strange productions of William -Mitchell, _alias_ ‘The Tinclarian Doctor;’ an odd being who sought -by his works to spread ‘light’ throughout Scotland. Mitchell was -a lamplighter in Edinburgh for twelve years, but, losing this -situation, he got, as he says himself, ‘an inward call from the -Spirit, to give light to the ministers.’ His works may be classed -among the chap-books of Scotland, for, though he sold them himself, -and did not allow them to be retailed by the chapmen, they are of -the same description. - -Great activity in the publication of chap-books is known to have -been displayed by printers in the various cities and towns in -Scotland for the next decade or two; though, as far as can be -judged from the few remnants of their productions still to be -found, there was no author who, in any way, marked the literature -with his individuality. Small collections of songs seem to have -been in great request; old ballads were reprinted, and extracts -were made from the writings of many of the poets; and the chap -literature of England, which by this time had attained to some -maturity, was beginning to make an impression on the Scottish -people. Dream-books, and small works relating to astrology, -palmistry, physiognomy, foreign travel, and such like, had become -common, and were hailed by the people with manifest delight. These -publications, issued at a price which put them within the reach -of all classes, served to keep alive the superstitious beliefs -which to this day are by no means eradicated from the popular -mind, and which occasionally show themselves in most unlooked for -quarters, and under the most extraordinary circumstances. Even -the semi-religious chap-books had a tendency in this direction; -and the so-called prophecies of the leaders in the Covenanting -movement were regarded as certain of fulfilment, each change being -eagerly watched and noticed as having a bearing upon the utterance -of some martyr to the unholy zeal of the persecutors. As the -general prophecies of Thomas the Rhymer, the seer of Ercildoune, -were regarded as finding their fulfilment in the political events -of the time; as the prophecies of Mother Shipton have recently been -scanned, and even caused agitation among a nervous few, on account -of the prediction-- - - ‘The world to an end shall come, - In eighteen hundred and eighty-one’; - -so were the sayings of Peden, Cargill, and others, believed to -be finding their realisation in the many actual and supposed -calamities that every now and then occurred within the land for -which they had suffered so much. An interesting notice of the power -of these books is furnished by the Rev. Dr. Alexander Carlyle, -minister of Inveresk, in the middle of last century:--‘In the -month of March or April this year [1744], having gone down [from -Glasgow] with a merchant to visit New Port-Glasgow, as our dinner -was preparing at the inn, we were alarmed with the howling and -weeping of half-a-dozen of women in the kitchen, which was so loud -and lasting that I went to see what was the matter, when, after -some time, I learnt from the calmest among them that a pedlar had -left a copy of Peden’s _Prophecies_ that morning, which having -read part of, they found that he had predicted woes of every kind -to the people of Scotland; and in particular that Clyde would run -with blood in the year 1744, which now being some months advanced, -they believed that their destruction was at hand. I was puzzled -how to pacify them, but calling for the book, I found that the -passage which had terrified them was contained in the forty-fourth -paragraph, without any allusion whatever to the year; and by this -means I quieted their lamentations. Had the intended expedition -of Mareschal Saxe been carried into execution that year, as was -intended, their fears might have been realised.’[38] An instance -of the supposed fulfilment of a prophecy of Thomas the Rhymer, -about this date, may be cited from Dougal Graham’s _History of the -Rebellion_. Referring to Prestonpans, and after describing the -battle fought there on the 21st of September, 1745, between the -clans under Prince Charlie and the troops under Sir John Cope, he -says:-- - - ‘The place old Rhymer told long before, - “That between Seaton and the sea, - “A dreadful morning there should be, - “Meet in the morning lighted by the moon, - “The lion his wound here, heal shall not soon.” - In Thomas’ book of this you’ll read, - Mention’d by both Merlin and Bead.’ - -The publication, in 1746, of Dougal Graham’s _History of the -Rebellion_, marks the beginning of an important era in the progress -of the chap literature of Scotland. Larger than most of the works -hitherto issued to the public at a cheap rate and through the -medium of pedlars, the living interest it possessed, by dealing -with events and aspirations which at that time still had a firm -hold on the minds of the people, gave it a popularity hardly less -than that attained by the smaller and cheaper productions preceding -it. Even yet, it possesses a unique position among its class. But -the _History_ is also interesting in its relation to Scottish -popular literature in that it was the first known publication of -an author whose numerous works afterwards gave to it a distinctive -character, and elevated it to a rank certainly not equalled by the -kindred literature of England. It is probable that the publication -of Graham’s works extended from 1746 until his death in 1779, -the poetical pieces being first in order; and, while there is no -definite information on the point, it can be fairly assumed that -they from the first made a distinct impression. Their predecessors, -though they had a strong hold upon the popular favour, treated for -the most part either with the theological and superstitious sides -of the Scottish nature, or with peculiarities common to every -section of the island. Dougal struck out a new line, described -Scottish life as he found it and knew it by personal observation -and contact. By this means he was able to present to his readers -vigorous pictures of the life they themselves lived, the opinions -they themselves expressed, the language in which they spoke, and, -above all, he could appeal to their likes and dislikes in a way -which none of his craft had done before, or was able to do after -him. These features in the works of Dougal Graham gave him an -unwonted popularity, and the couplet in the preface to a late -edition of _John Falkirk’s Cariches_ shows the estimation in which -he was held:-- - - ‘The wittiest fellow in his time, - Either for Prose or making Rhyme.’ - -The varied character of his works gave to the literature of which -they were a part a native strength that otherwise would not have -belonged to it; and while they may have, to some extent, deepened -the taint of coarseness which before found a place within its -ranks, they added to its value as illustrating the tastes and -manners of the common people. To convince himself of the truth -of this statement, all that the reader requires to do is to note -carefully the chap-books written by Graham, either in contrast -with others, or by themselves. There is enough in them, without -considering their relation to others, to prove that statement, for -their truthfulness to human nature, and especially Scottish human -nature, appeals to the heart and convinces the judgment. - -While Dougal Graham was thus actively employed, and with so much -effect, other writers were contributing their quota to chapman -literature. None of these authors can now be traced, possibly -because they kept their identity concealed, but a few of their -works still remain. One or two of them may be noticed. In 1764, -there were issued in Edinburgh two chap-books which may be -regarded as the forerunners of the modern ‘letter-writers.’ One of -them, _The Art of Courtship_, contained ‘Amorous dialogues, love -letters, complimental expressions, with a particular description -of Courtship, etc.’; while the other bore the title of _The -Accomplished Courtier, or A New School of Love_. In the same city, -in 1767, there was published _The Comical Notes and Sayings of -the Reverend Mr. John Pettegrew_, minister in Govan. It contained -stories, humorous and sometimes very broad, about the reverend -gentleman, but they had probably as little foundation in fact as -the extraordinary tales recorded of George Buchanan. There are -other chap-books with a popularity almost equal to those named, and -to the productions of Dougal Graham, such as--_The Wife of Beath_, -a metrical travesty of Chaucer’s tale; the still highly esteemed -_Watty and Meg_; _Thrummy Cap_; _The Dominie Deposed_; _Margaret -and the Minister_; and a host of others. - -Nothing that can be said to have given any new feature to chap -literature was published after Graham’s death, though it still -continued to be very popular. Many printers throughout the country -set themselves almost exclusively to its circulation, which, it -has been stated, had reached, before the close of the century, -a quarter of a million copies annually. The old chap-books were -reprinted in almost every town of any note in Scotland, sometimes -in full, sometimes abridged; songs and ballads were collected and -got up in chap-book and broadside form; and extracts from larger -works were made and published in a guise under which their authors -would have had difficulty in recognising them. Dougal Graham, -of course, had great attention paid to him; and edition after -edition of his numerous works was scattered over the country; -while Robert Burns, then rising into fame as a poet, had his -writings reproduced in many of the collections of songs. For the -first twenty years of the present century the chap-books enjoyed -an unimpaired popularity, but they gradually began to decline -in favour. An impression of their vulgarity got abroad, they -were regarded by public moralists as pestilential and therefore -deserving extinction; some publishers turned out from their presses -‘New and Improved Series,’ and at last they came to be regarded -as belonging to a bygone age, worthy only of the consideration of -antiquaries, some utilitarians being doubtful if they even merited -that attention. The time had changed, and the popular taste had -improved; and, after 1832, Chambers’ _Journal_ took the place -among the people formerly occupied by chap-books. As the taste -for reading increased, the _Journal_ shared honours with other -publications, until now the issue of ephemeral literature has -reached an extraordinary development. There are, however, many -still living who remember the days of chap-literature, and who -can recall the zest with which they first read the adventures of -‘Louden Tam,’ ‘Leper the Tailor,’ ‘John Cheap,’ and all that race. - -It would be impossible in this place to give a note of the printers -who assisted in the issue of the chap literature of Scotland, -though to do so would be highly interesting. Their name is legion. -Of the work of the earlier printers very few specimens remain; but -towards the end of last century some of the printers in Glasgow, -Edinburgh, Falkirk, and other large towns, attained to quite a -celebrity for their efforts in this direction. James and Matthew -Robertson, whose shop was in the Saltmarket, between the Cross and -what is now known as St. Andrew’s Street, and who were in business -at the end of the eighteenth, and beginning of the nineteenth, -century, made about £30,000 off them. They published all Dougal -Graham’s booklets in their most complete forms, besides everything -of the chap-book kind then in circulation. At their death their -money went to the only daughter of Matthew, and her reputation for -benevolence to the poor long survived her. Two other Saltmarket -printers were Thomas Duncan, at No. 159, and R. Hutchison, at No. -10, both of whom flourished in the early years of this century. -The headquarters of the chap-book printers in Edinburgh were in -Niddery’s Wynd and the Cowgate. Some most valuable pieces were -issued from the Wynd about the middle of last century; and, in the -Cowgate in the early years of this century, Morren printed all and -sundry, scattering chap-books broadcast over the east coast. About -1760, A. Robertson, Coalhill, Leith, did an extensive business in -this way. Falkirk, again, occupies a high position in this respect, -for during the last few years of the eighteenth, and the early -years of the present, century, T. Johnston issued a large number -of chap-books, most of them valuable because they do not seem to -have been much, if any, abridged. C. and M. Randall, of Stirling, -about the same time were engaged in a similar work. Without further -detail, this list of these eminent printers may be closed by the -mention of the name of George Caldwell, Paisley, who flourished -in both centuries, and who is believed to have been the original -printer of many of Dougal Graham’s chap-books. Few, if any, of his -early productions can now be found. - -In concluding this necessarily brief outline of the history of -the chap-literature of Scotland, we may be allowed to quote from -_The Thistle_, a Glasgow magazine published in 1847. It was edited -by Alexander B. Grosart, the now eminent editor of the Fuller -Worthies’ Library, etc., who was at that time in the employment of -Dr. John Buchanan, the Glasgow banker and antiquary. Mr. Grosart -had in that magazine a quaintly written article on ‘Chap-Beuks and -Ballats,’ beginning in this strain:-- - - ‘Chap-Beuks and Ballats - ---- “To rede are delectabill. - Suppois that thai be nocht bot fabill; - Then suld ‘auld storyss’ that suthfast were, - Have ‘doubill pleasance.’” - -‘So said or sung “Makkar” Barbour in his “Quhair” of the Bruce. -Chap-beuks and Ballats occupied a “far-ben corner o’ the heart” of -our Fathers and Grandfathers; indeed we have a “doubill pleasaunce” -in these “auld storyss” when “tauld in gude manner.”’ Such is a -true estimate of their position in the hearts and minds of the -Scots of the eighteenth century. The opinions Sir Walter Scott and -William Motherwell had of Dougal Graham’s writings have already -been shown, and their estimate of the value of the literature for -which he wrote has been clearly brought out. - -No one need regret that the days of chap-books are gone, but the -human mind has a tendency to turn with a loving look to the past, -as if life in it had been easier than in the present. It is, -however, another illustration of the familiar adage that ‘distance -lends enchantment to the view.’ These works, impossible now, -must be regarded in the light in which Dean Ramsay prepared his -_Reminiscences_. His object was to ‘depict a phase of national -manners which was fast passing away, and thus, in however humble -a department, contribute something to the materials of history, -by exhibiting social customs and habits of thought which at a -particular era were characteristic of a race.’[39] Such is the -value of the remnants of the once extensive chap literature of -Scotland. With a finer public taste, and a purer, though not more -vigorous, popular literature, these old books are now discredited -except for antiquarian purposes. Perhaps the change cannot be -better shown than in the illustration given by Dean Ramsay, who -says in his ‘Conclusion’:--‘In 1821, Mrs. Keith of Ravelstone, -grand-aunt of Sir Walter Scott, thus writes, in returning to him -the work of a female novelist which she had borrowed from him -out of curiosity, and to remind her of “auld lang syne:”--“Is it -not a very odd thing that I, an old woman of eighty and upwards, -sitting alone, feel myself ashamed to read a book which, sixty -years ago, I have heard read aloud for the amusement of large -circles, consisting of the first and most creditable society in -London!”’[40] It is well that such should be the case; but it is -in the interests of the purity of public morals, of the progress -of national life, that these old land-marks should be preserved; -for by them only can we tell of the manners and customs of our -forefathers, or estimate what advancement has been made since their -time. - - - - -AN IMPARTIAL - -HISTORY - -of the - -RISE, PROGRESS, and EXTINCTION - -of the late - -REBELLION - -In _Britain_, in the Years 1745 and 1746. - - Giving an ACCOUNT of every BATTLE, SKIRMISH, and SIEGE, from the - Time of the PRETENDER’S coming out of _France_, until he landed - in _France_ again; with Plans of the Battles of _Preston-pans_, - _Clifton_, _Falkirk_, and _Culloden_. - - With a real DESCRIPTION of his DANGERS and TRAVELS through the - _HIGHLAND_ Isles, after the Break at _CULLODEN_. - - -[The _History of the Rebellion_, as given in the following pages, -is a reprint, _verbatim et literatim_, of the third edition--the -earliest now existent--published in 1774 by John Robertson, -Glasgow. It is from a beautiful copy in the possession of Mr. -George Gray, Clerk of the Peace, Glasgow, who kindly placed it at -the disposal of the editor.] - - - - -_PREFACE._ - - -IT is grown customary to introduce New Publications (however -trifling) to the Public, with some kind of Oration in their -Favour----Some must have their Literary Productions shelter’d under -the Protection of the GREAT, that they may have an Opportunity of -showing their Talents in paying flattering Compliments, to gratify -their Patron’s Vanity, often at the expence of Truth, and always -with the sinister View of Advantage to themselves----Others, -take their own Word for it, are prevail’d upon, to publish their -Writings at the request of judicious Friends, thereby, laying -the Public under a kind of Tribute to their friends, by obliging -them to subscribe to their Judgment, or condemn their Taste, and -excuse the poor Author, whose Modesty would otherwise have kept his -Productions a Secret.----Some have wrote with the momentuous View -of instructing and amending the World----A laudable, but arduous -Task! and every One alledges some Reason or other for commencing -Author. - -I TOO have my Reasons, which I will candidly own: I shall not say -they are as weighty as others are; but I will venture to affirm, -they are as common, and such as have introduced into the World ten -thousand BRATS OF THE BRAIN, besides mine. - -FIRST then, I have an Itch for Scribling, and having wrote the -following for my Pleasure, I had an Ambition to have this Child of -mine out in the world, expecting, if it should thrive and do well, -it might bring Credit or Comfort to the Parent----For it is my firm -Opinion, that Parental Affection is as strong towards Children of -the Brain, as those produced by natural Generation. - -HAVING thus far shown my Reason for Publishing, allow me in the -next Place, to show my Method----I have no dread of any Body’s -finding Fault with me for telling the Truth, because Charles has -no Sway here; Duke William, once the Idol of the loyal British, -is gone to the house of Silence, and I believe, if I should -take the Liberty to tell the Truth of him, no Body could blame -me--therefore, I have impartially related all that to me seemed -worth while, of the Actions of either Party in that confused Fray, -from the Writings of the Celebrated VOLTAIRE, from the Author of -Ascanius, or from my own OBSERVATION, having been an Eye-witness -to most of the Movements of the Armies, from the Rebels first -crossing the Ford of Frew to their final defeat at Culloden.----The -Highlanders STEALT, RAIVT, and SIPPED the KIRN, I really think, -pinching Hunger caused most of their Disorders.----The Red-coats -unmercifully houghed the Cows, and burnt the Houses of many poor -Folks who were innocent of the Rebellion: By both, the Sakeless -suffered.----I have wrote it in Vulgar Rhyme, being what not only -pleased my own Fancy, but what I have found acceptable to the most -part of my Countrymen, especially to those of common Education like -myself. If I have done well, ’tis what I should like: and if I have -fail’d, ’tis what Mankind are liable to----Therefore, let Cavillers -rather write a better one, than pester themselves and the Public -with their Criticisms of my Faults.----To the candid Public, I beg -leave to present it, such as it is, and if they applaud, let Zoilus -carp his fill----I have gained my End, and am - - The Public’s most obedient Servant, - - DOUGAL GRAHAM. - - - - -THE - -HISTORY - -OF THE - -REBELLION - -IN BRITAIN in the years 1745 and 1746. - - - - -CHAP. I. - -_Introduction and Origin of the War. Charles’ landing in Scotland -and march to Tranent._ - - - In the year se’enteen hundred and forty one, - An imperious and bloody war began, - Amongst kings and queens in Germanie, - Who should the Roman Emperor be. - French and Prussians did jointly go, - The Hungarian queen to overthro’; - But British, Hanoverians, and Dutch, - Espous’d her cause, and that too much. - From year to year, the flame it grew, - Till armies to the field they drew, - At Dittingen and Fontenoy, - Did many thousand lives destroy. - And then the French, they form’d a plan, - To animate our Highland clan, - By sending the Pretender’s son - To claim Great Britain as his own; - Which drew the British forces back, - And made the German war to slack. - - In the month of July, forty-five, - This project into act, they drive. - Prince Charles, the Pretender’s son, - On board a French frigate is gone, - With Sullivan, of Irish birth, - And Tilly-bairn of noble worth; - With other five Scots natives more, - Left Lazare, on Brittany shore. - First to Belleisle they steer’d their way - July the fifteenth, that very day, - Where they the Elis’beth did join, - A man-of-war, with arms and coin, - To be his guardian ship, and store, - But could not reach the British shore; - Altho’ well mann’d with sixty guns, - The English Lion, made blood and wounds, - Her captain slew, and seventy more; - Made all her crew with wounds and gore, - Fly with the wind in haste to France, - And into Brest they got by chance. - Right narrowly, escaping sinking, - Show’rs of balls around them clinking. - Thus by the Lion, and captain Brett, - He and his convoy, were separate. - His frigate eleven guns did carry, - But on the battle, she did not tarry, - And thought it best to get away, - Because he’d been the richest prey: - The Scottish coast, he reach’d at last, - Amongst the Isles, into the west; - Near Lochaber, there did he land, - At Kinloch-moidart, I understand; - With one Macdonald he did stay, - And on his standard, did display - This motto, TANDEM TRIUMPHANS, - At length triumphant, the English is. - His MANIFESTOES, also spread, - Which for the Scots, great favour had; - How that the Union, he’d dissolve, - And the tax from Malt, Salt and Coal; - And as for the High Church of England, - As now establish’d, ’twas to stand: - But for Scots Kirk, call’d Presbytry, - He would consider at more delay. - This set the clergy on his tap, - And kept some thousands from the trap, - Wherein with him they had been snar’d - If under arms, they had appear’d. - The Highland Chiefs drew clans together, - But of the end, did not consider, - If their designs, miscarry should, - How that they were, of all befool’d. - The Camrons rose, headed by Lochiel, - And Stewarts did under Appin dwell, - With the Macdonalds of Glengary. - These clans did first his arms carry, - Numbred one thousand, eight hundred men, - But badly arm’d, as you may ken; - With lockless guns, and rusty swords, - Durks and pistols of ancient sorts, - Old scythes, with their rumples even, - Into a tree, they had them driv’n; - And some, with battons of good oak, - Vow’d to kill at every stroke: - Some had hatchets upon a pole, - Mischievous weapons, antick and droll, - Was both for cleaving and for clieking, - And durking too, their way of speaking. - Their uniform, was belted plaids, - Bonnets of blew upon their heads, - With white cockade and naked thie - Of foot, as nimble as may be. - The rumour spread thro’ all the land, - Of the Pretender and his band, - Then two companies padrolling went - Of Sinclair’s soldiers, with intent, - For to disperse this rebel crew, - But found it was too hard to do; - Being surrounded by the way, - And forc’d their arms down to lay, - They prisoners of war were made, - Or with them list, they freedom had; - And, Swethenham of Guise’s foot, - But he on parole, release got, - Who gave the real authentic count - What strength, the Highland pow’rs did mount, - Who did command, what clans they were, - How they encamped, when and where. - Then Sir John Cope gen’ralissimo, - Troops in Scotland prepar’d to go, - Break and scatter them, if he might, - Before they came to a great height, - And all inventions did contrive, - To catch that Prince, dead or alive. - A proclamation there was made, - Of thirty thousand[41] for his head, - Yet this did not prevent his friends, - Him to assist with men, and means, - From different corners of the land, - They came for to augment his band. - But Cope into the North he went, - Thinking their growth for to prevent; - With all the foot he could collect, - Light arm’d they were, thinking to break - And scatter a wild unarmed crew, - Who that of fighting, nothing knew. - The horse he made at Stirling stay, - Under the wall encamp’d they lay, - While he march’d on from hill to hill, - But them to find he had no skill, - For Charles sent in their way a scout, - At which they follow’d close pursuit, - O’er the mountains to Inverness; - Before he heard where Charlie was, - Possessed of the town of Perth, - And there was join’d by men of worth, - The Drummonds and duke John by name - Whose stile was Perth, of noble fame; - There Elcho came, and Broughton too, - With Balmarino not a few, - Kilmarnock also gave consent - And afterwards unto them went, - With many more, from north to south, - Of gentlemen, the flow’r of youth. - Here of Prince Regent, he took the name, - And his royal Father did proclaim, - King of Great Britain, and Ireland, - With all its titles, you’ll understand; - And here they lifted tax and cess, - Which did the lieges sore oppress, - And what was worse, I understand - Without his knowledge or command, - Some thievish bands, in many parts, - To cloak their rog’ry, us’d these arts, - In tartan dress’d from top to toe, - Arms and livery had also; - Plunder’d the country where they went, - Profess’d they by the Prince were sent, - To levy horse, men and money, - Extorting cash and horse from many; - Excise and cess made people pay, - And gave receipts, so just were they: - A famous way for making rich, - But Charlie got the blame of such, - Which did his merit sore defame, - And gave his men a thievish name. - Many of his crew indeed were greedy, - To fill their bellies when they were needy; - They cocks and hens, and churns and cheese - Did kill and eat, when they could seize, - And when owners did them exclaim; - “_Hup poup_, hersel be far frae hame, - “You need not fash to say no thing, - “Hersel brings you a bra’ new king.” - From Perth they march’d unto Dumblane, - And then by Down the road they’ve ta’en; - By Stirling bridge they could not go, - Fearing the castle, and troops also, - Gard’ner and Hamilton’s dragoons - Which lay encampt between the towns - Of St. Ninians and Stirling wall, - Impatiently waiting the call, - Thinking John Cope was on their rear, - Though no tidings could from him hear. - They watch’d their motions day and night - But five miles distant in their sight; - Until inform’d by an express, - Of Cope’s marching from Inverness, - And then was bound for Aberdeen, - From thence to sail for East Lothi’n: - And so from Stirling to retreat, - On his arrival there to wait; - And were by no means to oppose - Them on their march, or come to blows, - Until the foot and horse unite; - This was John Cope’s orders complete, - While Charles yet, he lay at Down, - And the dragoons at Stirling town: - A council call’d at his desire, - Held in the house of Arnprior, - With chiefs and heads of ev’ry clan, - Their expedition south to plan. - Some was with Gard’ner for to fight, - And others said, that was not right; - Unless in Glens, or mountain tops, - To fight horsemen they had no hopes. - If field they lost, what could they do, - Nought but their heels could them rescue; - We’ll cross the Forth, then take the hill - Where horse can do us little ill; - Thus take the South at any rate, - Arms and money we’ll surely get: - Then shall we be more fit by far, - To fight with men that’s learn’d in war. - And that in field open and plain, - The victory they’d surely gain; - The mountain road ’tween Forth and Clyde, - Where’s glens and bogs on ev’ry side, - A famous field, if need there be - We’ll fight with more securitie. - Perhaps these horse will not us face, - Because no foot is in the place; - For certain, they’ll not fight alone - Without infantry to lead them on. - Then reply’d Stewart of Glenbuck, - “We’re them that loup before we look; - “What madness is’t for so few, he said, - “To ’ttempt down pulling a crown’d head; - “’Bout two thousand is our number, - “What can we do, but raise a rumour, - “Though all be north us could be trusted, - “Yet by the South we will be worsted; - “Without a num’rous aid from France, - “With them we can have little chance. - “A people that’s to Whiggism bound, - “With life and blood will keep their ground; - “And ’mongst them if we broken be, - “For shelter then, where can we flee? - “We already stand ’tween two fires, - “And yet go South is your desires. - “There’s Cope behind, Gard’ner before; - “Beat one of these, I’ll say no more. - “Gain but one battle, and then pursue, - “’Twill raise your fame and army too; - “But still run forward and be chac’d, - “That is no conquest but a jest. - “I’ll rather choose to turn about, - “And try our might, this Cope to rout; - “For if the two rejoin, ’tis true, - “We’ll find the work more hard to do; - “First break the foot, if that ye may, - “The horse then will no longer stay.” - At this high speech they took offence, - And charg’d him and his men, go hence; - For such a tim’rous soul as he, - Should not go in their companie: - A cow’rd, they said, so full of care, - Would fill their troops with dread and fear; - No trust he had in Providence, - In feats of war could have no chance. - And thus their counsel ends in rage, - Glenbucket’s schemes they’ll not engage, - But call’d him cow’rd and shabby names, - Who ’gainst their eager plan exclaims; - And in their strife they parted so, - Glenbucket to his sleep did go; - But how it happen’d none can tell, - Such accident on him befel: - They were alarmed with a shot, - Then found him bleeding on the spot; - Into the bed he lay alone, - But friend nor foe, with him was none. - Whether it was dregs of remorse, - Or thoughtful of the dang’rous course - He was engag’d to undergo; - But here he di’d, that’s what I know. - His men the body carried home, - And decently did him intomb; - And through displeasure of the act, - Not one of them returned back. - September, on the thirteenth day, - From Down they march’d in good array; - And at the Frew they cross’d the Forth, - The only passage from the North; - Without the help of boat or brigs, - Charles himself first wet his legs; - Being on the front of all his foot, - For help of horse there sought he not; - And on the south bank there he stood, - ’Till all of them, had pass’d the flood. - Here for a space they took a rest, - And had refreshment of the best - The country round them could afford, - Though many found but empty board; - As sheep and cattle were drove away, - Yet hungry men sought for their prey: - Took milk and butter, kirns and cheese; - On all kinds of eatables, they seize: - And he who could not get a share, - Sprang to the hills like dogs for hare; - There shot the sheep, and made them fall, - Whirl’d off the skin and that was all; - Struck up fires and broil’d the flesh, - With salt and pepper, did not fash. - This did enrage the Cam’ron’s chief, - To see his men so play the thief; - And finding one into the act, - He fir’d and shot him through the back: - Then to the rest himself addrest, - “This is your lot, I do protest, - “Who e’er amongst you wrongs a man, - “Pay what you get, I tell you plain; - “For yet we know not friend or foe, - “Or how all things may chance to go.” - And then to arms they order’d were, - On thoughts of Gard’ner’s coming there: - But finding that he did decline, - They took the hills on some design, - Where men on horse could hardly sit, - They speal’d the rocks like goat or cat. - Out o’r the top, above Red-ha’, - To th’ moor of Touch went one and a’, - And in that moor lay all that night, - Where Stirling castle’s in their sight, - About three miles south from the town, - Which made Gard’ner to leave his ground, - Who lay encampt in Stirling park, - And judging they might in the dark - Upon him have some rude design, - For which his camp he did resign, - But for Falkirk they march’d away, - And all that night in field they lay, - Between Larbour and Falkirk town, - Then the morrow were eastward bound, - Through Lithgow to Edinburgh went, - To meet with Cope was his intent. - When Charlie found that they were fled, - Upon their rear, his front he led, - And near to Stirling marched by, - While the castle at him let fly; - But being too far, and badly serv’d, - Nought but terror was observed; - Which made th’ straglers mend their bicker, - And only run a pace the quicker; - Which kept them in from seeking plunder, - And cry, “That pe o’er muckle thunder.” - So through St. Ninian’s they passed wi’ speed; - To Bannockburn they did proceed, - There on the moor lay down to rest, - And from their friends got a repast, - Of what the country could afford, - As of ’munition they were not stor’d; - Neither of bread nor baggage carts, - Got bread and ale to cheer their hearts. - Came crowding in many a hunder - And all to keep them back from plunder; - As hunger will make men to steal. - Forsooth they took both brose and kail, - And when refresh’d, they march’d away - Yet some indeed forgot to pay. - Then through Torwood with speed they past, - To Callender house they came at last, - A little by east Falkirk town - Where store of arms in it they foun’, - Whereof they surely stood in need. - Then to Linlithgow did proceed; - Op’ned the pris’n in search of more, - Thinking to seize on Gard’ner’s store, - But th’ information was but mocks, - For all they found was sacking frocks, - Which troopers use dressing their horse, - This made Hersel to rage and curse, - Saying, “Het, tat soger has been chac’d, - “And left his auld sark in the haste.” - To Borrowst’ness they did advance, - Where powder and lead they found by chance; - To Winceburgh then, they march’d that day - And form’d a camp in regular way, - About eight miles from Edin. west, - Expecting to be ’ttack’d in haste - By horse, cit’zens and city-guard, - Who all for marching were prepar’d, - Thinking, upon Corstorphin plain, - To give them battle they did intend: - But yet the Achans in the town - Advis’d to lay all arms down. - Then Gen’ral Guest to the castle went, - Perceiving what was their intent - With what arms and reg’lars he had, - For nought they should not it invade. - When Charles found how all might be, - He marched on courageouslie, - Within two miles west from the town; - Then by Slateford took compass round, - By the south side of Burrow-muir, - Out of the castle’s sight and power. - South from the city he camp’d again, - While the surrender was made plain. - In the night, September the seventeen, - Into the city all marched in; - Which gave to many a sad surprize, - Rapping at their doors to make them rise: - The castle then struck round her clear, - None in its sight there durst appear. - They fix’d a guard at the West-bow-head, - And the Weigh-house their Guard-house made, - Crowding it full, ’bove and below; - When this the Castle came to know, - Their half-moon-cannons ’gan to play: - Like mad-men then they ran away; - But such a _furich_ was never there, - As they tumbled headlong down the stair: - All in a haste got out together, - And riding one above another; - Each striving foremost for to get, - Their naked hips and noses met. - They centries kept at the West-port, - Which did afford the Castle sport: - As oftentimes they did let fly, - Made many on the streets to lye: - And also on the Castle-hill, - Sham sallies did them many kill: - Ev’n for to draw them in the snare, - When they return’d, pursu’d they were, - Being unacquaint with such play, - They pop’d them off both night and day. - Then tidings came in from Dunbar, - Of Gen’ral Cope’s arrival there - But twenty miles from Ed’nburgh east, - Which made them all take arms in haste. - On the east side of Arthur’s seat, - They rendezvouz’d both small and great, - And call’d a council what to do: - For ten miles east they had a view - Of all the coast to Aberlady, - And so for battle made all ready. - - The Duke of Perth and great Lochiel - They chus’d for ground, that rising fell - West from Tranent, up Brislie brae, - A view both South and North to ha’e. - A few were left on Arthur’s Seat, - Thinking the king’s army to cheat. - - - - -CHAP. II. - -_Battle of Preston pans. Rebels return to Edinburgh, and behaviour -there._ - - - Now, at Dunbar, both foot and horse - Were join’d again, with full purpose, - The proud Pretender’s force to try, - And all the Highland pow’rs defy: - Commanded by Cope and fur’ous Fowke, - Who, alas! their plan had quite mistook; - Though Loudon and Gard’ner both were there, - They in council had, but little share: - For Cope he challeng’d the sole command, - And Fowke was still at his demand. - A day’s march made from Haddington, - Judg’d great fatigue, four miles of ground. - Between Cow-canny and Tranent - There Cope encamp’d, to council went, - Loudon and Gard’ner were of a mind, - That night to fight were well design’d: - Cope shamm’d it till another day, - In hope ’twould prove a cheaper way: - “Old men and boys, he said, would run, - “Sight of his army would them stun, - “A rabble undisciplin’d to fight, - “They neither have courage nor might. - “This day we’ve march’d enough, you’ll grant, - “T’ morrow we’ll make the rogues repent.” - ---- With that the Highlanders appear’d - (While Cope huzza’d, mocked and jeer’d) - On the hill top bewest Tranent, - All in good order, for battle bent. - Then Cope began to Cannonade, - So back behind the hill they fled, - Thought it too hard to face his shot, - As ’tween them lay a ditch or moat; - Their Chiefs in council quickly chose - On the east side Cope to enclose, - South, north and west, he was hemm’d in, - No ways but one could at him win. - - This was about the hour of two, - When first they did each other view. - The afternoon was fair and clear; - Yet Sir John Cope stopt all, we hear, - The fields are plain around Tranent, - Besouth the town grow whins and bent, - Where Charles kept his men secure, - Thinking on battle ev’ry hour. - But, Cope to move no man could treat, - More than he had been Arthur’s seat, - On which hillside he spy’d some men, - And vow’d they were the Rebel train, - Which was divided in parties two, - And on his rear in ambush drew; - For which the piece of ground he chus’d, - As on all sides it was inclos’d. - So under arms they stood all night, - Till break of day began the fight. - His troops indeed, none can deny, - Were form’d in order gallantly; - The foot into the centre stood, - And cavalry, wings covered, - With each battalion was seen - Counter guards, cannons between. - All night he in this posture stood, - While Charlie in a bushy wood, - A little bewest of Seaton-town, - Picquets and spies went him around, - Lay undiscover’d till break of day, - Then rouz’d like lions for their prey, - In full brigades and oval form, - Upon Cope’s front came as a storm, - The orders were not for to fire, - Until they came a little nigh’r; - To sham the first fell to the ground, - By which means few receiv’d a wound: - And ere they gave the other charge, - They on them with their sword and targe. - The furious Cam’rons, led by Lochiel, - With hideous cries gave such a knell - As frighted both dragoons and horse, - They could not fight, but rore and curse: - And Sir John Cope, for all his might, - Went with the foremost out of sight. - Fierce Fowke, brave Hume and Loudon both, - For to be ta’en that day were loth, - Few of the horsemen stood at all, - Woe to their conduct! worst of all; - For those who on the right wing stood, - A whole battalion over rode, - That kept the rear _Corps de garde_ - Quite over them they headlong tread. - One thing they knew, they were inclos’d, - And where to flee, was not dispos’d: - They always sought the way they came, - Though in their face were sword and flame: - So when they got down to the sea, - Took east the coast most furiouslie: - And some through Preston vennal fled, - Then west by Mussleburgh they raid, - Up to the hills above Dalkeith, - O’er Sutrae hill, then out of skaith, - In such a pannic, ’twas a shame, - Ran thirty miles, even to Coldstream, - And there to rest they would not yet; - But unto Berwick, next morning set, - Where all the fugitives did meet, - And Sir John Cope his cheeks did weet; - Because they swore he had sold them, - To fight nor flee he ne’er told them. - - The poor foot, left here, paid for all, - Not in fair battle, with powder and ball; - But horrid swords, of dreadful length, - So fast came on, with spite and strength, - Lochaber axes and rusty scythes, - Durks and daggers prick’d their thighs: - Fix’d bay’nets had but little share - With the long shanked weapons there; - Although they kept together fast, - Their en’mies close upon them prest; - And back to back long did they stand, - Till lost was many a head and hand. - Then after Gard’ner’s party’s beat, - The whole of’s horsemen clean defeat, - Himself on foot rejoic’d to see - The brave lads fight so valiantly, - With no commander on their head, - To join that party swift he gade: - Although some wounds he’d got before, - To lose the field his heart was sore. - Then all around he was enclos’d, - Behind, before, fiercely oppos’d, - With sword in hand he hew’d his way, - While blood in streams did from him fly. - Ere him down on the field they got, - His head was clove, his body shot, - And being sep’rate from the rest, - The battle sore upon him prest, - Ev’n after he lay on the ground, - No mercy was unto him shown, - I mean by the rude vulgar core, - Yet gentlemen lamented sore; - Because he would no quarter have, - While they endeavour’d ’s live to save. - - One man he had, who by him staid, - Until he on the field was laid, - And then he fled to the Meadow-mill, - Where he acquainted was right well, - Thence in disguise return’d again, - And bore him off, from ’mongst the slain. - His stately dwelling was near by; - But now he could not lift an eye, - His speech was laid, all hopes were gone - No signs of life, except a groan. - Of hours he liv’d but very few, - “A good Christi’n and soldi’r too,” - This character he’s left behind - Military men there’s few of ’s kind. - - The poor foot, on field, I can’t forget, - Who now were caught as in a net, - From ’bove Cow-canny to Preston-dyke, - About a mile or near the like, - They were beat backward by the clans, - Along the crofts ’bove Preston-pans, - Till the high dyke held them again, - Where many taken were and slain; - Although they did for quarters cry, - The vulgar clans made this reply, - “Quarters! you curst soldiers, mad, - “It is o’er soon to go to bed.” - Had not their officers and chiefs - Sprung in and begg’d for their reliefs, - They had not left one living there: - For in a desp’rate rage they were, - ’Cause many clans were hack’d and slain; - Yet of their loss they let not ken: - For by the shot fell not a few, - And many with bay’nets pierc’d thro’. - ’Bove three hundred lay on the field, - Fifteen hundred were forced to yield, - The rest with Cope got clear away. - And so ended this bloody fray, - Since call’d the battle of Preston-pans, - Fought by John Cope and Charlie’s clans, - September the twenty-first day, - Below Tranent a little way; - From Gladsmoor church two miles and more, - The place old Rhymer told long before, - “That between Seaton and the sea, - “A dreadful morning there should be, - “Meet in the morning lighted by the moon, - “The lion his wound here, heal shall not soon.” - In Thomas’ book of this you’ll read, - Mention’d by both Merlin and Bead. - - Now, the field tents and warlike store - And cannons, which they’d not before, - All fell into the conq’rers hand, - Of arms many a hundred stand. - - To Edinburgh then he did return, - His great triumph made many mourn. - Through Lothian then it was the way, - Whose man ye was ye durst not say. - Nor to what side you’d wish good speed; - So critical were times indeed. - To Holyrood-house, great Charles then, - Went in with all his noblemen, - Being low out of the castle’s view - There to him flocked not a few, - Who were in dread to come before; - But now they thought the conquest o’er, - Rich presents were unto him sent, - And much time in gallanting spent. - His army here strove to recruit, - Large collections were contribute, - Taxes, cess, and all king’s dues, - His orders no man durst refuse. - The whole country and neighbouring towns - Obediently sent in their pounds: - Horses and carts they did provide, - And men likewise these carts to guide. - Yet when of all he was prepar’d, - Another hardship was declar’d, - As they were ’bout to leave the land, - Six weeks cess before the hand, - They gave a charge for all to pay - Who dealt into the malting way, - Forthwith to raise this contribution - On pain of military execution. - - This did the brewers exasp’rate, - But to answer they knew not what. - An honest quaker brew’d good ale, - Who never wanted a ready tale, - To him the brewers did apply, - For his good counsel what to say: - After that he had heard them speak, - “Your speech, says he, does make me sick, - “By Yea and Nay, I think it’s fit, - “To keep our money and pay with wit, - “Though he’s noble born, I do not lo’e him; - “Yet ne’ertheless I will go to him: - “Were he all the earthly into one skin, - “He’s but a lump of dust and sin, - “If I regard the face of clay, - “To morrow be my bury’ng day: - “He’s fenc’d around with men and swords, - “Which I’ll repel with simple words.” - - This honest quaker took his way, - And call’d for Charles without delay, - I am a man who want to see him; - Because I have some bus’ness wi’ him. - Said one, You must tell that to me, - By Yea and Nay, thou art not he, - The tidings which I have to tell - Concerneth none but Charles himsell, - And if he’ll not permit me in, - My mouth I’ll shut and not begin: - - Then at the door he entrance gat, - Yet neither mov’d his hand or hat, - Says----“Charles, man what dost thou mean? - “Thou sure are not this countries friend, - “Thou’rt worse than all that came before thee, - “And will make the country quite abhor thee, - “Thou’rt worse than George for all his stents, - “He ne’er before-hand charg’d his rents; - “But gave six weeks to scrape it in; - “Thou car’st not whether we lose or win; - “We may die, ere six weeks be past, - “Look what thou do’st, run not too fast.” - Charles replies, “a strait we’re on; - “But ’gainst your wills, it sha’n’t be done.” - _Then thank thee kindly for thy grant_, - And off he came as mild’s a saint. - - -[Illustration: A PLAN of the BATTLE of PRESTON. - - EAST SIDE. - - Cow-canny SEATON VILLAGE. - Village. - The Highland Army all in one Column. - - ____________________________________ - / \ - - 3 Cannon. 2 Cannon. - | | | | | - _________ _________ - GARDNER’S MONRO’S - Dragoons. Dragoons. - - ___________________ - The foot all in one - Column. - - | Any that A great | - NORTH The town | fled, got The Thorn- DITCH | SOUTH - SIDE. of Preston through Tree where below | SIDE. - on the | this Gardner fell. TRANENT. | - Sea-side. | open. † | - - ________________________________________ - - The Park-dyke to which - they were driven back. | Colonel | - | Gardner’s | - | House. | - - WEST SIDE. -] - - - - -CHAP. III. - -_Their March into England. Taking of Carlisle. Rout through England -and retreat back._ - - - Then, taking leave of Edinr, they - Unto Dalkeith all march’d away, - First of November camped there, - And then for England did prepare. - Short time they in that camp did stay, - Till south they went the nearest way. - At Kelso town they pass’d the Tweed, - And west the Border went with speed: - By Jedburgh and through Liddisdale, - They spread themselves o’er hill and vale: - And some by Moffat took their route; - Although it was some miles about. - In this order they march’d along, - Only about sev’n thousand strong. - Chief in command was duke of Perth, - And Lord George Murray of noble birth; - Lord Elcho son to the Earl of Wemyss, - Col’nel of the Life-guard it seems; - The Earl Kilmarnock, in this cause, - Commanded those they call’d Hussars; - Lord Pitsligo gen’ral of the horse, - With Lords Nairn and Ogilvie there was; - Bold Balmarino and brave Dundee, - MacDonald th’ aid de’ camp was he: - Sheridan too, and Sullivan, - By birth an Irish gentleman: - The squire of Broughton his secret keeper, - Who got the name of _bosom-viper_: - Besides the worthy brave Lochiel, - Other Chiefs I have not room to tell. - - At the English border they did unite, - All in a body their troops complete, - Near Canabie in Liddisdale - They enter’d Cumberland in hail. - Then did assault the fort Carlisle, - Which did hold out but little while. - Having friends within and round about, - Long to resist they seem’d unstout. - The town and castle both they got - Call’d England’s KEY, an useful spot. - At Carlisle he did leave a band - The town and fort for to command, - From thence to Penrith did proceed, - And then for Kendal march’d with speed: - To Lancaster they came indeed, - Which news put England in great dread; - To Proud-preston and Manchester - They still advanc’d withouten fear, - Being join’d by none of English train, - But five hundred Lancaster men, - Which to him was of small effect; - For hard marching made them to ake, - And miss’d their dinner many a day, - Made them, repenting, sigh and say - “Woe worth the Scots; for they can feed - “On drinking water and eating bread: - “Their irony soles do never tire - “On stony ground, dub or mire. - “Beef or pudding they never mind: - “Them Scots can live on _snuffing wind_, - “For me, my belly clings to my back, - “Since I have join’d this hellish pack. - “If in this state all soldiers be, - “The dev’l be soldi’r again for me.” - ---- To such hard frets thus driven were - Poor hungry Toms, of Lancashire: - For in all haste they marched up, - At Manchester they made a stop; - Here his faithful Clans perceiv’d and saw, - That English vows were nought at a’; - Some kind enough; but no way friendly: - Only through terror they acted meanly. - Said the Scots Chiefs, “We blinded be, - “That’s come far from our own countrie. - “As friends, indeed, some English own us; - “But if once defeat, they’d set upon us. - “France and England, by perjurie, - “Will be our ruin, we clearly see: - “They’ve charm’d us out as working tools, - “Now use us as a band of fools, - “England to Whiggism is inclin’d, - “And with the Georgian house combin’d; - “They cry, _Oppression_, from high to low: - “Yet _Redeeming-time_ they do not know. - “’Gainst Acts and Tax on ev’ry trade: - “They’re all bewitch’d, and we’re mislead: - “Here in a trap betwixt two fires, - “And what we’ll do counsel requires. - “The Duke before and Wade behind, - “And where now shelter can we find?” - - Then Charles, hearing all this, said, - With heart full sore he answer made, - “My Lords and Gentlemen (said he), - “Our case is bad, I plainly see; - “But all’s not lost that’s in a peril, - “Kind providence can ease the quarrel. - “Both French and English have betray’d us; - “But I trust a better hand will guide us: - “On Preston field, ye all well ken, - “We found the English there but men. - “I trust in field they’re no more here, - “Though thrice our number should appear: - “Could we pass the Duke without a blow, - “And with all speed to London go, - “Our friends there would so well assist, - “That en’mies were of small request. - “That stalward Duke’s so fierce and keen, - “Were he defeat, ’twould end the scene, - “And give aspects another face, - “Which we can’t do in such a case; - “For if here defeat, then all is lost; - “Battle avoid we surely must, - “I trust the French to come by sea; - “But where can their invasion be? - “If at sea indeed they have been check’d - “It damps our hope; but does not wreck’t. - “Then let’s push on and do our best; - “Kind providence make out the rest!” - - Then proclaiming his father there, - As done in ev’ry town elsewhere, - In form, all market towns he past, - To Staffordshire he came at last: - Where the Duke’s army lay ’fore him - Well prepar’d for to devour him. - He here to fight had no desire, - Took east the muirs for Derbyshire, - Directed his rout by th’ town of Leek, - Left Cumberland to claw his cheek: - Kept south by east to Derby town, - In full career for London boun’: - But there receiv’d intelligence, - His friends to rise had now no chance, - The Georgian party was so strong, - And mixt in each place them among, - No assembling could be together, - Nor word of French ships coming hither. - The south coast all was guarded round, - An English fleet cruis’d up and down; - And through each county in the south lands - Militia swarm’d, like locust-bands. - - These tidings put him in great fear, - But for to flee, he knew not where. - They all in council did agree, - Backward for Scotland then to flee. - This did the vulgar sore chagreen, - To plunder London that were keen. - - When Cumberland perceived this, - He form’d a plan was not amiss, - To intercept ’em in Lancashire: - But how he miss’d you may admire. - Wade on the north, was marching to him. - The Duke behind, did still pursue him. - One Oglethorpe upon his right, - With a thousand hunters all in flight: - Yet he, still his way did keep, - Through Derby town and Ashburn peak: - Which towns indeed for rash proceeding, - Were badly paid for what was needing, - When they perceived their flight was back, - Quite contrary was their kind act, - For all the praise they got before, - They now were savages and more. - - December the fourth, they turn’d about, - Out of England they took their rout, - At Derby town they staid two nights, - To get in superscription writes, - Form’d by an English party there, - Which made that town and country bare, - And furnish, at an easy price, - A vast of things for their supplies. - When to Manchester back they came, - Their usage there was much the same: - And for their using them that way, - Two thousand Sterling were made t’ pay, - To save the plund’ring of the town; - Paid when the kingdom was his own. - So north they came to Wigan then, - Next day they did Proud Preston gain. - The Duke behind him but a day, - Ride as they will he kept his way. - And could not gain a mile upon ’em, - Tho’ stout hors’d, they did outrun ’em. - From Preston on the thirteenth day, - Early at morn he march’d away. - No sooner had they quit these towns, - Than Oglethorpe with Wade’s dragoons - Enter’d just at the other end, - To give them chase they did intend; - But being fatigu’d, chose rest a while. - In three days they march’d a hundred mile, - Through ice and hills cover’d with snow, - Across Yorkshire as they did go, - With full intent to intercept him - And at Proud Preston thought to kep him, - They had no footmen here, ’tis true, - But royal hunters not a few, - Who were so keen in battle rage, - On foot they offer’d to engage, - Being zealous youths of gentle fame, - Who, by fighting thought to gain a name. - And as they were to march again, - A false alarm gave them pain, - That French invaded had the south, - Which passed for a certain truth: - Such tidings from Duke William came, - Who actually believ’d the same, - And stopt his forces for a day, - Till Charles was got out of the way. - And Orders sent to Oglethorpe - To come to him with all his troop: - As soon as he the Duke had join’d, - The news prov’d such as _Jacks_ had coin’d. - Then Oglethorpe he got command, - To go in chace of Charlie’s band, - And, if possible, get before him, - While he behind would soon devour him. - But, on the fifteenth, I understand, - Charles reach’d Kendal in Westmoreland, - Now thinking that the chace was over, - Slacked his march; but did discover - The English bloody flag behind, - And colours waving in the wind. - To range their rear they were not slow, - But the front, of this they did not know. - At the village Clifton, in Westmoreland, - They prudently pitch’d out a stand, - At a Quaker’s house stood near the way, - Which rous’d his sp’rit ’bove Yea and Nay: - Behind the hedges, walls and lones, - Where unperceiv’d they stood as stones. - The eighteenth day of dark December, - In Forty Five, you’ll this remember, - After the setting of the sun, - Just as Black night was coming on, - The King’s dragoons and Kingston’s horse - Came prancing up, at unawares. - A volley shot out thro’ the hedge, - Full on their flank did them engage, - Which in confusion did them throw, - And through the hedge they could not go. - Brave gen’ral Bland commanded here - Who quickly caused his troops retire; - For had they more such volleys got, - Few had returned from the spot. - Young Honeywood was wounded sore, - The Duke, enrag’d, then highly swore - That he’d revenged be that night, - Or die before the morning light: - Yet counsell’d was for to desist; - For ambuscades were hard to trust, - So the pursuit he did delay, - Till near about the break of day: - Brave men and horse lay on the field, - Tho’ both the sides did flee and yield: - Yet this check Charles’ end did gain, - For he that night wou’d been o’erta’en: - Lord Elcho and Murray form’d that plan, - And did the party here command, - Not without loss, I truly say; - On both sides dead and wounded lay. - Few Highlanders did come to blows, - Till thro’ the hedge some horsemen goes, - And did engage with sword in hand; - But made nought of it with the Clan, - Who did come on in numbers thick, - And horse and men did hough and prick. - ’Bout twenty five lay on the field, - And thirty wounded fled for bield, - With gen’ral Bland they rode away - Toward the Duke, who heard the fray - And came the battle to renew; - But in the dark it would not do. - Of Highlanders, as I heard say, - But fourteen on the field there lay. - George Hamilton of Stewart’s reg’ment, - As prisoner he did consent, - After a stout resistance made, - And deeply wounded in the head, - Cut by an Austrian Hussar, - Who serv’d the Duke during this war. - Then from the field they fled in haste, - And to Penrith at midnight past, - Where the main body was come before, - Which spread the alarm more and more; - Dreading th’ English did yet pursue, - Then all out of the town they flew. - Good for Penrith it happen’d so, - Or next morn had been a day of woe: - They vow’d in ashes it to lay - For what they’d done the other day, - To those who plunder’d Lowther-hall. - And Penrith guards did on them fall, - Beat and broke them, and some slew, - And some they into prison threw: - The rest into Carlisle did run, - As from that fortress they had come, - The while that Charles was in the south, - Wanting something to taste their mouth, - A foraging they came about, - Only a small band in a scout, - And Penrith guards upon them fell - So Charles by chance of it heard tell: - Perth vow’d revenge, in dreadful ire, - A recompense with sword and fire; - But when such hurry on them came, - They minded nought but up and ran. - As one behind another did stand, - He cries, _Furich tere be Cumberland_. - Dark was the night and rough the way, - Carlisle they reach’d by break of day: - There’s sixteen miles between these towns, - But the weak and weari’d, left in wounds, - Were all catched on the next day, - By their fierce foes coming that way, - About an hundred men or more, - And badly us’d you may be sure. - Being into loathsome jails confin’d - But poorly kept and badly din’d. - - The Duke to Penrith came next day, - On the twentieth at Hasket lay, - Being then within twelve short mile - Of the strong fortress of Carlisle. - And hearing the Scots were safely there, - To follow hard he took no care: - Upon his rear thought fit to rest, - And counsel call’d to do what’s best. - On the twenty-second they marched on - But finding that the Scots were gone, - All but a few who did pretend, - The town and castle to defend. - Who there were left, I understan’, - By sole advice of Sullivan, - (Of Irish birth although he be) - The cowardliest of the company. - Unlike was he to Blakeney’s blood; - For Irishmen are soldiers good, - Will fight for what they take in hand, - Abroad or yet in native land. - This Sullivan he did pretend, - They would the English so suspend, - That they should come no further north - Till Scots had join’d their friends on Forth. - And Hamilton from Aberdeen - To guard the place appear’d so keen; - Had they stood on but for a day, - As open to the north it lay, - Which was Perth, Murray and Elcho’s plan, - In it they need not lost a man, - They might at ev’ning issued out, - And ev’ry one been out of doubt: - Through boasted courage and hot zeal, - For a month, said, they would not fail, - Cannon, powder and wealth of balls, - Very strong gates and stately walls: - As in despair, they did pretend, - It to the last they would defend. - Lancashire reg’ment chus’d there to ’bide, - For to keep the fort were not afraid: - The English gate of iron and oak, - For fear with cannon it should be broke - They built it up with stones within, - And swore the de’il should not come in; - Unless that he got wings to fly, - And all by oaths would do or die. - - This being done, Charles and his men - For Scotland marched back again, - By the Langtown on Esk’s side, - The water swoln, not by the tide, - But a mighty current from the hills - Made all to stop against their wills. - And then to fly they knew not where, - North, south and west, inclosed were. - And though Carlisle lay on their rear, - They knew not but the English were - Hard behind them on the pursuit, - By only going six miles about, - To a bridge lies near Brampton town, - And on the north side to come down, - Whereof they had great fear and dread; - Which put them to this desp’rate deed, - The fords they tried which were too strong, - Horse of more strength and legs more long - They would require at such a place, - And there to stay great danger was. - - They chus’d a swamp above a ford, - And in they plung’d with one accord, - The horse went first and swim’d half thro’, - Foot at their tails they forward drew, - Who hung together with arms a-cleek, - Tho’ floods went over head and cheek: - And those who were of stature low, - Hard was their lot in wading so, - Their powder clothes and arms wet, - This was the bath these poor men gat. - Not one shot was preserved dry, - But these that did on horseback ly: - They in the water plung’d so fast, - That many lost their grips at last, - And tumbling, went off with the stream, - Down went their heads, up came their wame: - Though people stood on ev’ry shore, - Alas! their lives were now no more. - Both men and women were wash’d away, - Into the firth of Sollaway. - And some at Bowness were cast out, - At Annan-foot and thereabout. - - To Gretna, and Annan they march away, - Thence to Dumfries on the next day, - And charg’d a ransom off that town, - Or else to plunder they were boun’: - Two thousand Sterling made them pay, - And carried hostages away - When cash failed them, to the North, - To join their friends upon the Forth. - - -[Illustration: A PLAN of the BATTLE of CLIFTON-MUIR. - - NORTH SIDE. - - | | - | | - The other Party | Bland’s Dragoons, | A Party - in Ambush unseen, | Hussars and | behind the ⌂⌂ - who gave them | Light-horse, Village ⌂⌂ - WEST a close Fire | on the High-way at the EAST - SIDE. through the | between two | Quaker’s SIDE. - Hedges. | Hedges. | House. - | | - | | - - The Duke’s - Army three - Miles behind. - - SOUTH SIDE. -] - - - - -CHAP. IV. - -_Retaking of Carlisle by Cumberland. His return to London. Battle -of Inverurie. The Rebels march from Dumfries by Glasgow to -Stirling._ - - - December, on the twenty-two, - The English round Carlisle they drew, - On south west side fix’d on a place - Which opposite the castle was. - The Duke all round it took a view, - And of the castle had no brow, - It seem’d to him like a dung hill, - Or like a German old brick kiln: - But yet their cannon play’d right smart, - Which caus’d them from the hills depart. - To capit’late the terms they crav’d, - Were, _T’ march with honour away to leav’t_. - - The Duke reply’d, “That is a due - “Ne’er given to any rebel crew; - “But ne’ertheless take it I shall, - “Either with honour or not at all.” - Then in the dark time of the night, - He caus’d lay down, to cloud their sight, - Loads of straw and ricks of hay; - There dig’d a trench of turf and clay: - But batt’ring cannon he had none, - But small field guns to mount thereon; - Till from Whitehav’n, thirty miles away, - Drove heavy cannon on it to lay. - As soon as they began to fire, - They beat the walls as low as mire, - And made a breach both broad and wide, - In the castle wall on the west side; - To enter there, began to form, - And take the fort by bloody storm. - No quarters they propos’d to give, - Put all to death, not one to live; - When this they saw, without all doubt, - A flag of mercy they hung out; - But all that could obtained be, - Was pris’ners at the King’s mercy. - From thence they were to London sent, - Where heads and hearts were from them rent - Some executed in that place, - And members dash’d into their face, - Their very hearts cut out alive, - Such butch’ry’s horrid to descrive. - Many of the commons banish’d were - To plantations, I know not where, - John Hamilton the governor, - His head, from off his body shore, - Fix’d on a pole on the Scots-port, - Scots for the future to exhort, - By viewing the spectacles were there, - Against rebellion to have a care. - Two Lancashire men’s heads also, - On th’ English gate fixt as a show, - Whom they did English rebels call, - A proof Scots are not rebels all; - I only show there’s part of both, - And for their fate, I say, “Oh, hogh!” - A dreadful sight for human eyes, - For to behold such sacrifice - ’Mong Christian people, as I think, - At what I’ve seen my heart does shrink; - When I view the place and on it ponder, - The bloody butch’ry that’s been yonder, - I mean in the streets of Carlisle, - The mangling that was there a while. - Of such like acts I’ll say no more, - But follow the subject just before. - - The Duke forthwith to London went, - And gen’ral Hawly to Scotland sent, - Who round by Berwick took his rout, - Near a full hundred miles about, - Ev’n by Newcastle and Dunbar, - It must be own’d the stretch was far, - Before he came to E’nburgh town - Fatigu’d were both foot and dragoon. - - While Charles did through England pass, - Lord Loudon lay at Inverness, - And with him did two thousand men - To keep in awe the Highland Clan: - For several lairds their Clans did raise, - And some took part in both the ways; - Others kept them in their own bounds, - For preservation of their grounds, - And when Duke William gain’d the day, - It was for him, they then did say; - But if Charles had chanc’d to prevail - Some think they’d told another tale. - Yet Loudon to King George was true, - And by his conduct did subdue - Many who were as foes inclin’d, - And kept them in a neutral mind. - The Frazers’ clan he drove away, - Who around Fort Augustus lay, - Commanded by lord Lovat’s son, - He made them from that fort to run. - Lord Lewis Gordon lay from him south, - With lord John Drummond, a furious youth, - And brother to the Duke of Perth, - Who wish’d Loudon sent off the earth, - And under their command, it seems, - Was the French Regiment de Fitz James, - With Clan’s rais’d on the northern shore, - About three thousand men or more, - Kept Aberdeen, Perth, and Dundee, - And all the low towns by the sea: - The fierce MacLeod lay west from them, - Who on George’s side had rais’d his men, - Intending to take Aberdeen, - Knowing that Gordon lay therein, - He as far as Inverurie came, - In hopes next day to reach the same; - But Gordon of this was aware, - And for to meet him did prepare, - But march’d his men another way, - As tho’ he would not on him stay. - West from the road he took his rout, - Altho’ it was some miles about, - Kept hollow ways not to be seen, - Where woods and planting did him screen, - And ’bout the setting of the sun, - He spy’d them entering the town. - A halt he made, judg’d what to do, - Of’s being there they nothing knew. - Much like his own their number seem’d, - Then for to fight, it best he deem’d: - And what favour’d his notion more, - He saw them billoting, a score - Or more into each country town, - At two miles distance all around. - When the full half of them were gone, - He thought it time to draw them on, - In full brigade at the town’s end, - Before MacLeod ought of him _kend_: - The first intelligence some got - Was by the rattling of the shot. - Confus’d he was in this sad case - His men dispers’d, and few to face. - The foes assault, upon the hill - He rallied them near to the mill. - They fir’d full brisk on every side; - Yet Gordon’s force was hard to _bide_, - They being to arms bred in France, - Knew how to retreat, and to advance. - MacLeod’s men, in number few, - Quite raw and undisciplin’d too, - Lost nearly twenty upon the spot, - And forty fled gall’d by the shot. - The laird himself, to end the matter, - Did fly and could not make it better. - His men in crowds came running in, - Crying, _Master did ye loss or win?_ - But for to rally in such a _stour_, - He had no time, might, or power; - The darksome night was coming on, - And his best men lay dead and gone, - Or wounded, they before him fled: - While Gordon brisk advancing made, - Whose loss that night was not heard tell, - Alledging that none of them fell; - He gained the field and town, ’tis true, - But yet ’twas judg’d he lost a few, - Whom they did bury in the night, - To keep their losses out of sight. - - This bloody battle, as they say, - Was fought the night before _Yuil_ day, - At the end of Inverurie town, - Led on by Gordon and Drummond, - Against MacLeod and all his Clan, - Who did not well concert the plan: - Spreading his men so far a _breed_, - Was nothing like a martial deed: - For the one half they overthrew, - Before the other ought on’t knew. - It was a trick of war ye _ken_ - For making them more wise again; - No sooner Gordon got the town, - Than centries plac’d were all aroun’, - Who kept patrolling through the night, - Lest MacLeod shou’d renew the fight; - But to the hills he did proceed, - There to bewail his luckless deed. - Gordon return’d to Aberdeen - Rejoicing he’d victorious been, - From thence to Stirling got his rout, - To join his Prince when thereabout. - - When from Dumfries they came away, - Hamilton they reach’d on the next day; - Knowing no danger then before them, - They levied all things fit to store them, - As horse, of which they had great need, - Many of them being rode to dead. - Of meat and drink they spier’d no price; - But little harm did otherwise, - Save changing shoes when brogues were spent, - For victuals sure they could not want. - To Glasgow they came the next day, - In a very poor forlorn way, - The shot was rusted in the gun, - Their swords from scabbards would not twin, - Their count’nance fierce as a wild bear, - Out o’er their eyes hang down their hair, - Their very thighs red tanned quite; - But yet as nimble as they’d been white; - Their beards were turned black and brown, - The like was ne’er seen in that town, - Some of them did barefooted run, - Minded no mire nor stony groun’; - But when shav’n, drest and cloth’d again - They turn’d to be like other men. - Eight days they did in Glasgow rest, - Until they were all cloth’d and drest: - And though they on the best o’t fed, - The town they under tribute laid, - Ten thousand Sterling made it pay, - For being of the Georgian way, - Given in goods and ready cash, - Or else to stand a plundering lash: - And ’cause they did Militia raise, - They were esteem’d as mortal faes: - For being oppos’d to _Jacobites_, - They plainly call’d them _Whiggonites_. - But, for peace sake, to get them clear, - Of ev’ry thing they furnish’d were, - A printing Press and two workmen - To print their journals as they ran. - - From Glasgow then they took their rout, - Lochiel he led his Clan about - By Cumbernauld, another way, - Lest Kir’ntilloch they should repay, - Which had killed two of their Clan, - That a spulzieing unto it came; - As they were passing through the town, - They by the rabble were knock’d down, - For which the place was taxed sore, - And dreaden much ’twould suffer more. - Near Stirling then, they all did meet, - Summon’d the town for to submit, - Militia therein were quartered, - And the townsmen also, armed, - Who did defend a day or two; - But found their force it would not do: - Though a good wall both stout and strong, - Lay on the south where they came on; - Yet ’tween the water and the town - It lay quite open, halfway roun’. - The bridge was cut on the south side, - The water deep they could not wade; - Their nearest pass was at the Frew, - Full four miles west and in their view. - Four thousand lay on the north side, - Threat’ning the town whate’er betide. - Glasgow Militia had left the place, - And to met Hawley at Ed’nbro’ was. - Militia they had; but not enew, - Such duty was too hard to do. - Those who did ly on the north hand, - Were not of those were in England; - But with Lord Lewis Gordon came, - Brother to th’ Duke of that same name, - Which he had raised in the north, - Help’d by lord John, brother to Perth, - Who did command Fitz-James’s horse, - That came from France into Montrose: - Most of their riders Irish and Scots, - Nat’rally bent to join such plots, - Inclin’d to love the Stewart race, - Whose fathers did that side embrace. - These foresaid Lords most active were, - Both men and money to prepare, - And would have rais’d some thousands more, - Had but six thousand French came o’er, - Which, time from time, they promised; - But the seas were too well guarded. - Lord Loudon lay into the north, - Long way beyond the Murray firth, - Twenty sev’n hundred men had he, - Which made the Frazer’s Clan to flee, - When Fort Augustus they did besiege; - Yet in open field would not engage. - Likewise MacLeods, Grants and Munroes, - Against the Stewarts in arms rose: - The Sutherlands and name of Gun, - To arms did against them run. - Sir Duncan Forbes, Lord president, - Caus’d many rise by his consent. - Thus, in the north, I you assure, - There was an army of great pow’r, - All upon the Georgian side, - Beside what was besouth the Clyde, - Who all in arms there did unite, - Unto the cause with noble sp’rit. - Also the brave men of Argyle, - Who were preparing all the while; - But could not find safe passage east, - Until they were from Glasgow past: - And then they went by Airdrie town, - When Hawley was through Lothian come, - Him join’d at Ed’nburgh where they lay - Preparing for the battle day; - Glasgow and Paisley troops were there, - To serve king George free volunteer. - - - - -CHAP. V. - -_Siege of Stirling Castle. Battle of Falkirk._ - - - Now as Charles around Stirling lay, - To surrender they did give way, - All but brave Blakney, who withdrew - Into the Castle, with those thought true, - Who chose with him the siege to stand - To their life’s end, with sword in hand. - His stores, indeed, were ill laid in, - S’ unexpected it did begin, - No time had they for to provide, - Charles being so long on their south side. - Their ammunition too was small, - No stock of powder, nor yet of ball; - Yet all encouragement he gave - To those who’d help the Fort to save: - His endeavours he spared not - To find such stores as could be got: - And all he thought of use to be, - Were welcome to his companie: - And those who fearful were to stay - Freely got leave to go away; - Th’ unloyal he charg’d not to ’tend it; - For to the last he would defend it. - - Summons he got for to surrender; - But answer made, “He was defender, - “Intrusted by king George command, - “To which, he vow’d, he’d firmly stand.” - - Then to assault they did prepare, - Milit’ry engines erected there, - Cannon from th’ other side the Forth, - Which had been landed in the north. - British cannons lost at Fount’noy, - Came home this Fort for to destroy. - To raise a trench, in haste they got, - As near the walls as pistol shot, - On the east side, on a hill top, - To breach the wall it was their hope: - And then by storm they did pretend, - Of all within to make an end: - But at this instant Hawley came, - Which put a stop to their fierce aim. - - Then all their force together drew, - Those in the north past at the Frew; - Near by Torwood they rendezvouz’d, - Where Hawley’s camp, afar they view’d, - Hard by Falkirk, on the north side, - The English banners were display’d. - From th’ banks of Carron they had in view, - All passes where they could come thro’: - Ev’n from Forth side up to the hills; - But high presumption their courage fills, - As they were arm’d in such a case, - The rebel Scots would not them face: - And as in scorn did them deride, - So to advance did slow proceed: - And spent their time in vain delay - Ev’n the forepart of th’ battle-day. - - While Charlie, with much active care, - His res’lute troops did well prepare: - From Torwood-head they issu’d down - To the south side, on rising groun’. - Cross’d Carron at Dunnipace mill. - By foot of Bonny took th’ hill, - And still he kep’t a sharp look out, - In hopes that Hawley would take th’ rout; - As in his camp sure news he had - From’s out-guard posts who there had fled. - - Mean time the Highlanders gain’d th’ hill, - Wind on their back just at their will. - Hawley’s camp it was alarmed; - But he himself could not be had: - Chief orders then they could get none, - Which caused some confusion, - And when that Hawley did appear, - He’d not believe they were so near. - Husk form’d his men and took the hill, - The horsemen also march’d there-till, - Glasgow and Paisley volunteers, - Eager to fight, it so appears, - With the dragoons advanc’d in form, - Who ’mong the first did feel the storm. - The Highlanders, seeing their zeal, - Their highland vengeance pour’d like hail, - On red coats they some pity had, - But ’gainst Militia were raging mad. - Cob’s dragoons they southmost stood; - But gain a flank they never cou’d: - For Murray led on the front line, - And kept them both from flank and wind: - Some time was spent these points to gain; - But all the struggle prov’d in vain. - Gardner’s and Monroe’s were next, - On worse ground troopers could not fix; - I don’t mean as to th’ en’mies fire; - But on their front a boggie mire, - Which in th’ attack the horse confounded, - And they on all sides were surrounded; - Next to them the volunteers, - Between the foot and Grenadiers. - Some reg’ments coming up the hill, - And as they came, they formed still. - - The Highlanders in columns three, - Came moving on couragiouslie, - With loud huzzas on every side, - Their bloody banners were display’d, - The front line only three men deep, - They in reserve the rest did keep: - Their plaids in heaps were left behind, - Light to run if need they find: - And on they came with a goodwill, - At the _dog-trot_, adown the hill. - At Cob’s dragoons the first rank fir’d: - But rear and centre were desir’d - To keep their fire, and then to pour’t - Into their face, while front in _scourd_ - With sword in hand, (as they intended) - This was design’d them to defend it. - So near their front at flight they came, - They turned back both horse and man, - They kept up fire then crack by crack, - They surely found it on their back; - For men and horse to field they brang, - And many in their saddles swang. - - The brave Monroe, with his troops too - Disdain’d to flee; but went quite thro’ - Their front line, centre, and the rear; - But fell himself, as he came near, - Two balls out thro’ his body ran, - Alas! he never raise again. - He was a soldier, bold and true, - Rather too fierce as some avow, - His whole troop now was in the mire, - Inclos’d about with sword and fire, - Hacking, slashing, behind, before ’em, - All enrag’d for to devour them: - Th’ horses legs to their bellies was, - Few with life from ’mong them pass. - - By this the horse were fairly beat, - And those were left made full retreat; - But oh! such wind and rain arose, - As if all conspir’d for Hawley’s foes. - The southside being fairly won, - They fac’d north, as all had been done, - Where next stood, to bide the brush - The volunteers, who zealeous - Kept firing close, till near surrounded, - And by the flying horse confounded: - They suffer’d sore into this place, - No Highlander pity’d their case-- - _You curs’d Militia_, they did swear, - _What a devil did bring you here?_ - Ligonier’s, Husks and Cholmondelly, - Gave from them many a dreadful volley, - Two running fires, from end to end, - Which broad swords could no way defend: - But seeing so many run and fall, - They thought they were in danger all, - And for their safety did prepare, - In haste they form’d a hollow square: - The horsemen being all fled or slain, - The very LOYAL fled like men. - Some reg’ments marching up the hill - To turn again, had right good will. - Brave col’nel JACK, being then a boy, - His warlike genious did employ, - He form’d his men at the hill foot, - Which was approv’d as noble wit: - But if Husk had not check’d their fury, - Some thousands more had been to bury; - He beat them fair quite out of sight, - But O! the rain and blowy night, - Horse or cannon, there, he had none, - He could not keep the field alone, - Some cannon which on th’ field there was, - Being spik’d up with iron flaws, - And render’d useless for that time, - The hole being stopt whereat they prime, - Barrel’s grenadiers to some yok’d too - And eastward to Falkirk them drew; - Yet all their toil no effect had, - Their drivers and the horse were fled, - The cannon, for some time, were lost, - The chance of war so _rul’d the roast_. - - Husk in form made safe retreat, - Where all were flying the other gate - Out from the camp, the Lithgow way, - He form’d the Buffs behind to stay, - In trust, to cover the retreat, - Which was nought but a pannick fright: - For had they kept their camp, I’m sure, - The Clans wou’d soon have left the Muir; - For there was but few who kept th’ field, - Many dispers’d to seek for bield. - No sooner the battle was begun - Than on both sides the cow’rdly run; - And thro’ the country word was spread, - How George had won, and Charles fled: - Ev’n Charles himself could hardly tell, - That very night how it befel; - But the abandoning their camp - Confirm’d all, and made them ramp. - It is well known by all about, - The battle was not half fought out:-- - But to run, O shame! and leave your tents, - Like brok’n tennants with unpaid rents? - The dread of Highlandmen to consider! - And not two hundred of them together; - But all dispers’d the country thro’, - Afraid of them, and they of you! - For had they known th’ English retreating, - ’Hind TAMTALLAN, had been a beating. - This was the step which Hawley took, - Which ruined all, else I mistook. - - The duke of Perth laught in his sleeve, - And Charles himself could scarce believe, - That Hawley was turn’d such a cow, - As flee when none was to pursue. - When those about heard of the flight, - They came and took the town that night. - Both town and camp left to their will, - As Hawley march’d on eastward still, - To Lithgow and Borrowstounness, - And some to Edinburgh did pass, - There gave it out, “That all was lost, - “Few left alive of Hawley’s host, - “Charles was driving all before him, - “The very _wind_ and _rain_ fought for him.” - - On Janu’ry sixteenth, afternoon, - This battle was fought, but never won: - But on the _morn_ both great and small - Unto Falkirk assembled all, - To view the field and bury the slain; - But which was which, was ill to _ken_: - For by their clothes no man could tell, - They stripped were as fast’s they fell. - The plund’ring wives, and savage boy - Did many wounded men destroy; - With durks and _skians_ they fell a sticking, - For which they well deserved a kicking: - Some of the brutish commons too, - I saw them run the wounded thro’! - - The brave Monroe his corpse was there, - Among the slain and stripped bare; - In Falkirk yard, you’ll read his name, - Interr’d hard by Sir John the Grahame. - - All who Militia were suspected, - To catch that day was not neglected, - And hundreds more, I you assure, - Who came to see their Falkirk-muir, - Ev’n for such curiosity - Were brought into much misery. - Being driven north to Inverness, - Their cold and hunger I can’t express: - Those who felt it, best can tell, - I leave them to express’t themsel. - - An accident happ’ned next day - T’ one Glengarie on the Street-way, - A man in plunder got a gun, - Two balls from which he had new drawn, - Judging in it there was no more, - Yet another she had in store. - Out at a window did her lay, - Dreading no harm he did let fly, - Which kill’d Glengary as he past, - Dead on the street it laid him fast. - They siezed the fellow and did bang him, - Would give no time to judge or hang him; - But with guns and swords upon him drave, - Which made him minch-meat for the grave. - - For Stirling then they march’d again, - With prisoners and all their train: - To Blackney new summons were given - For to surrender, or be driven - Unto death, by fire and sword; - Just now to yield--or trust the word, - That they would make that fort his grave, - And not a soul therein would save. - But Blackney said, The fort was his, - And each within aminded was, - To stand the last extremitie: - Take this for answer now from me, - “When my King and Master gives me word, - “You will have it without stroke of sword.” - - Then with fury began the siege, - Both day and night they did engage: - On the east side upon a height, - Open’d a batt’ry in the night, - Of wooden faggots fill’d with mud: - Upon a rock the trench it stood, - To dig it deep it would not do, - At last they purchas’d packs of woo, - For which Perth’s duke gave his own bill, - Smith may protest it when he will, - For Perth and Blackney both are gone, - And I trow, it was paid by none. - The country ’round they did compel - Faggots to make and trees to fell. - The one built up, th’ other beat down, - Their noise was heard the country round. - Indeed _hersel_ was loth to do it; - But on pain of death _she_ was put to’t. - French engineers indeed they had, - Who order’d all to work like mad. - Here many a poor man lost his life, - Being unaccustom’d to such strife, - Crying _Shentlemen, ye’d best let be; - For feth wese hae a meuds of ye; - If we had up our muckle dyke - We’ll tak your Castle when we like_. - These engineers, who knew far better, - Out of their lives did still them flatter, - At ev’ry point where danger was - They made the poor unthoughtfu’ pass: - Which only did prolong the time, - To murder men they thought no crime: - For well they knew it would not do, - With such batt’ries of mud and woo: - Unless they made a cover’d way - Dug in the earth, thro’ sand or clay. - Ten days they wrought with all their pow’r, - And men they lost on’t ev’ry hour, - Night and day there was no rest, - And Blackney always had the best. - The fort being high above their trench, - To see their work it was no pinch, - Dung hill like on a rock ’twas laid: - In form of a potatoe-bed. - With tow and tar when it was dark - He let them see to do their wark, - Which as a lamp burnt on their trench, - Caus’d many die who thought to quench’t. - They skirmish’d on, both night and day, - With cannons and small arms did play: - Four big guns were brought up at last; - But soon were off their carriage cast, - Their very muzzles were beaten in, - And off their wheels they made them spin. - - One called Fife on Blackney’s side, - At ev’ry shot he laid their pride, - Experienc’d by hand and eye, - A perfect gunner, by land and sea; - But the worst thing which did ensue, - Of cannon balls they had but few, - Which caus’d them fire with coals and stones, - Or ought was fit for smashing bones: - For of the balls he was but sparing, - Unless to give some hearty _fairing_. - An engineer who plagu’d him sadly, - Whereat he was enraged madly, - By his upbraiding speech and mocks, - As he’d been more than other folks, - Some did believe he had a charm, - As ’gainst a shot he’d wag his arm, - Fife try’d with ball, iron and stones, - Then curs’d his _cantraips_ skin and bones; - He was some de’il as all did miss him, - Said he, I’ll find a way to bless him, - Having drunk some beer, bottles were by, - With glass, methinks, this devil I’ll try: - When broken small, he cram’d them in, - “I trust, with this, to pierce thy skin,” - Then play’d it off with all his art, - Which minch’d him quite above the heart, - So down he fell, spoke never more; - Soon after this the siege gave o’er. - The cannons all off carriage driven - And trenches with the rocks made ev’n. - Then to all those who went to see, - Like potatoe field it seem’d to be. - Many dead bodies in’t were found, - White noses sticking thro’ the ground. - - All being o’er, since it began, - Brave Blackney lost only one man; - Six were wounded, ’tis very true; - But poor John Fife got not his due - Recompence, equal to his merit; - For which the poor lad broke his spirit, - He went again back to the sea, - Got a wat’ry tomb, as they tell me. - He was but a Scot, and meanly born, - Had no good speakers, Scots then at scorn. - - Now, to ev’ry body, ’tis a wonder, - How that so many liv’d on plunder; - For between Falkirk and Kippen ay - It is but sixteen miles of way, - Which space maintain’d ten thousand more - Than th’ usual number within each door, - For full four weeks, or nearly thereby, - The time they at the siege did ly, - The happy Janet kept the Forth, - And curb’d all vessels from the north. - About the Queens-ferry she lay, - Came with the tides, and gave them play - Up by Airth and Higgins nook, - Where was a batt’ry prov’d a mock. - They thought to keep Forth to themsel; - But what it cost there’s few can tell: - For all th’ shipping they had at sea, - Did not exceed in number three, - Which kept about Perth and Montrose, - And privily to France did cross. - So all round Stirling where they lay, - Oft did they wish they were away. - Commands they sent all round about, - And searched all provisions out. - Some of them paid like honest men, - Others did not, I tell you plain: - But this I have so far to say, - They duly got their weekly pay; - But yet when plunder came in use, - They spared neither duck nor goose, - Butter, cheese, beef, or mutton, - All was theirs that could be gotten, - Pocks of meal, hens and _cockies_, - They made that country bare of _chuckies_, - Made many a _Carlin whinge_ and _girn_, - By _crowdie_ of her meal and _kirn_: - All this they did before their eyes, - _Guidwife cum sup here an ye please_, - I own indeed it was a failing; - But yet I cannot call it stealing: - Because some folks refus’d to sell: - How long, now, cou’d ye fast yoursell? - For the hungry came, chas’d out the fu’, - Where meat was found, this was their due. - - -[Illustration: A PLAN of the BATTLE _of_ FALKIRK MUIR - - EAST SIDE. - Falkirk Town. - - - Argyle Militia 3 Regiments - formed below marching up - the hill to cover the Hill. - the Retreat. - - - G. Husk’s Scots Royal. Glasgow and Gardner and - Column. Pais. Militia. Monro’s Dr. - _________ ____________ ____________ ___________ - - Cob’s Dragoons. - _______________ - - - _THE KING’S ARMY_ - - NORTH SOUTH - SIDE. SIDE. - - The _HIGHLAND ARMY_ - - ______________ _____________ ___________ ________________ - The Cammerons The Stewarts. Macgregors. L. Geo. Muray’s. - or first Column. This Col. fired first. - - ____________________________________________ - The Second Column who came not up to Action, - but still in Motion. - - ________________________________________________ - The Third Column, who stood as Corps of Reserve. - - ______________ - The Hussars or - Horse-men. - ____________________ - The French Brigades, - or Prince’s Guards. - - WEST SIDE. -] - - - - -CHAP. VI. - -_The Duke’s return. His Speech to the Army. March to Stirling. -Explosion of St. Ninian’s Church._ - - - Now when the news to London went, - Guess ye if George was well content, - At Hawley’s being so defeat, - And making such a foul retreat. - On Friday’s night the deed was done, - This was on Sunday afternoon. - The council’s call’d, and in all haste, - The Duke again they did request - To go, and take the whole command, - For to reduce the Highland band - That so disturbed BRITON’S peace, - Which was accepted by his Grace. - All things prepar’d for posting ways, - He on the road was near six days. - To Ed’nburgh town he came at last, - Which gave their sp’rits a quickning blast. - The troops review’d and brought together, - All for the field he did consider, - The Glasgow and the Paisley Core - He order’d home, knowing of more, - Six thousand Hessians beside dragoons - Were entring in the Scottish boun’s, - On pressing march towards the north, - Expecting battle, south side of Forth. - - -_The_ DUKE’S _Speech to his Army at Edinburgh, January 30th, 1746_. - - “Now Gentlemen, hear this of me, - “You’re th’ soldi’rs of a people free, - “Not like the poor starv’d slaves in France, - “Bound to a Popish ordinance. - “I know there’s many of you here - “Who’ve shown your merit, that I can swear, - “Others, perhaps, n’er had occasion - “To show your valour in foreign nation, - “Yet think yourselves as good as they, - “I doubt not but part of you may; - “Tho’ native soil you’ve yet possest, - “In foreign land no foes have fac’d, - “You descend from men, as well as they, - “Who never turn’d their backs to fly: - “I hope you’re now resolv’d to fight - “All for your King and countries Right, - “’Gainst their rebellious resolution, - “Who’re for turning order to confusion, - “A set of plunderers and thieves, - “Which in ev’ry age disturbs and grieves: - “Ay, learn’d from their fathers they are, - “In troublous times to raise up war: - “Boasting themselves in bauling words, - “To do great actions with broad swords: - “I think they’ll prove to be small stops, - “In front of well disciplin’d troops. - “Stand and behold them in the face, - “And use your points in such a case. - “If you don’t fly and break your line, - “By swords you can no danger find; - “But when you turn your backs to fly, - “You throw honour and life away; - “You murder by this means yoursell, - “And foes encourage to excel. - “Think on Tourney and Fontenoy. - “Fear not this Rabble, who wou’d destroy - “All that’s good, if they had power. - “May heav’n protect us in battle hour! - “Remember you’re for a right cause, - “Against subverters of the laws.” - - From Ed’nburgh town they march’d away - To Lithgow came that very day, - The Campbells on front also this night - Retook Falkirk, and put to flight - Part of the Highland troops were there, - Who straight for Stirling did repair; - But orders met them by the road, - That night to stop at the Torwood: - Because against the morning light, - Their army would be there on sight. - The council call’d at Bannockburn, - Where all agreed for to return - And fight the Duke, whate’er betide, - But his Lowland men would not ’bide; - These Nor’landers swore by their _saul_ - That Cumberland would kill them all. - But the Highlanders made this reply, - That for their Prince they’d fight and die, - Where’er he went, they’d with him go - And face the Duke, tho’ ten for two. - So then to morrow by break of day, - The Northern men march’d all away; - And yet the Clans they were so kind - As offer to fight if he inclin’d. - But all agreed to take the rout, - More of the Clans for to recruit: - Then all of them took to their heels, - Kept no high road; but cros’d the fields, - The nearest way unto the Frew, - For otherwise it would not do, - Stirling Militia the bridge had cut, - And on the water there was no boat, - But what was broken or haul’d away, - To keep the Forth when north they lay. - Their cannon and baggage, all forsaken, - Lay round Stirling and soon was taken. - Their magazine of powder and ball, - Falkirk plunder, tents and all, - Were stor’d up in St. Ninian’s church, - An engineer enter’d the porch, - On purpose for to lay a train; - But too much haste did him atten’. - He broke one barrel, as they say, - Began the powder for to stray - All along upon the floor, - Without the threshold of the door. - Some people in the kirk there was, - The love of plunder was the cause, - The engineer backward did run, - And at the powder fir’d his gun, - Himself he thought quite secure too; - But to the air with it he flew. - Other eight persons there was slain, - And one blown up, but fell again, - So senseless, that he was thought dead, - As he lay on a midden-head. - He first fell on a thatched house, - Next on a midden, with a _souse_: - His clothes and hair were really sing’d, - Sat on the midden, curs’d and whing’d, - So stupid drove, knew not the cause - But own’d his mercy in such fa’s. - But others were in pieces torn, - And from the church a long way born; - One safe before the pulpit lay, - When all above was blown away: - This roar did him so stupid drive, - He knew not whether dead or alive; - In flames and smoak he was benighted, - And own’d that he was fairly frighted. - Charles and his court from a hill top, - Stood and beheld the catastrop’; - Then to the north they march’d away - Unto St. Johnston upon Tay. - - This great explosion, I heard say, - Was heard full forty miles away. - Duke William at Lithgow heard th’ crack, - And cry’d, “Now Blackney’s gone to wreck,” - Not knowing what the meaning was, - Till in Falkirk he heard the cause, - Now all of them had cross’d the Forth - Quite o’er the hills into the North. - The Campbells, and some troops of horse, - That night arriv’d at Stirling cross, - Who came harrassing the retreat, - And pick’d some straglers by the _gate_: - Blackney also sallied out, - And catch’d some strollers thereabout. - Many of them were so mischiev’d, - It shocked nature to perceiv’t, - Legs and arms shot clean awa’, - And some wanting the nether-jaw; - Some were out of the trenches drawn, - Being bury’d alive ’midst the san’. - The Campbells kept upon the chace, - And pick’t ’em up in many a place. - Some cannon were found near the Frew, - Their horse, being weak, could not go thro’. - Much baggage left and several things, - With a Printing press, called the king’s, - Which back to Stirling was return’d, - While Charles, by Crief, to Perth adjourn’d. - - - - -CHAP. VII. - -_The Duke’s arrival at Stirling. The Rebels’ Retreat, and the Rout -both Armies took to the North._ - - - Soon after William to Stirling came, - With all his troops, a warlike ban’: - Reg’ments of foot, there were fourteen, - Sixteen field pieces of brass, full clean: - Kingston’s, Cobham’s, and Ker’s dragoons. - The trusty Campbells, all chosen ones, - With Hawley, Husk, and John Mordaunt, - Brave Ligonier he could not want, - With Cholmondely, bred soldiers all, - For battle ready at any call. - One day his march was here suspended, - The broken bridge for to get mended, - O’er which the foot were safely past, - And all the carriages at last. - The horsemen forded Forth at Drip, - Then to Dumblain they marched up. - - While the army into Stirling lay, - They catched one they call’d a spy, - Whom Hawley, by some uncouth laws, - Condemn’d for carrying Charles’ pass, - Likewise another from the Duke, - Which made him more like traitor look, - Hawley seiz’d them, and with an oath - Swore he should be depriv’d of both: - Go, said he, and get a rope, - And take the dog and hing him up, - Which was no sooner said than done, - As soon’s the hangman could be foun’, - Without confession, or clergy’s stamp, - Was like a dog hung to a lamp. - - Next day the duke went to Dumblane, - Campbells’ and th’ horse had Crief reta’en. - Here the Highlanders did divide, - Some took the hills, some water-side; - The highland road by bridge of Tay, - Or by Dundee, the sea-side way, - The horse and French brigades did chuse; - And the Highland roads did refuse, - So kept their rout north by Montrose, - While th’ others climb’d o’er hills and moss: - Short time they took in Perth to tarry, - All the stores they could not carry, - They threw into the river Tay, - With cannon they could not take ’way, - Thirteen of iron they spiked up, - And swivels of the Hazard sloop, - Which was taken off John’s haven, - By help of that town’s fisher-men. - Argyle Militia and the horse - To Perth straight came; but did not cross - The river Tay for to pursue, - Till the whole army came in view. - Some would have a party take the hill, - But to this the Duke deny’d his will, - And kept his march down by Dundee, - Thro’ towns that lay hard by the sea - Toward the town called Montrose, - And great resentment there he shows: - All the suspect’ did apprehend, - And south to Stirling did them send, - Where they’re detain’d close prisoner, - ’Till ’bout the ending of the stir; - Many of them were innocent, - As afterwards was truly _kent_, - If ’twas not for their thought and wish: - For few durst say whose man he was - Who lived into such a clime, - And in such a critical time. - Thence he unto John’s-haven sent, - As being upon vengeance bent - For taking of the Hazard sloop, - And burnt their boats both _stoop and roop_. - Two off’cers here he also broke, - For their goodwill to Charlie’s folk, - The one’s sash was in pieces cut, - And quite out of the army put, - His sword was broke above his head; - Because he unto Charlie fled. - The other, because he stopt the plunder - Of th’ house of Gask, being sent under - Strict command, to do such duty; - But kept his party from the booty, - For which he got’s commission torn, - Himself depos’d with shame and scorn. - - From thence they march’d to Aberdeen, - Where a storm of snow and frost full _keen_, - Which on the mountains some time lay, - Caus’d them into that town to stay. - Hesse’s band in Perth then quarter’d was, - And at Dunkeld keeped the pass, - The remains of Gardner’s broke dragoons - Kept Blair in Athole, and such towns: - These horsemen twice had suffer’d sore, - Here, by surprise, they suffer’d more: - As they next to the Highlands lay, - They _skelped_ at them night and day. - Being station’d in this utmost pass, - They bore the _brunt_ of all distress; - But the Hessians kept about Dunkeld, - And did into more safety dwell. - These Hessians were a warlike band, - Six thousand did their prince command, - Earl Crawford in their company, - To guide them thro’ the Scots country. - Their countenance was awful fierce, - They spake High-Dutch, or German Earse, - Had white buff-belts, and all blue clothes, - With a long beard beneath their nose, - And those who were in wedlock state, - Had all long whiskers, like the cat. - Their spatterdashes with pick were gilt, - And long swords with a brazen hilt, - Bars on the outside of the hand, - And in their guns an iron wand. - The finest music e’er you did hear - Would make one dance who could not stir, - Their whistles and drums in chorus join - Did cheer one’s heart, they played so fine: - Their grenadier’s had caps of brass, - Thus order’d were the men of Hesse, - Who camp’d for some time near Dunkeld, - And kept that pass, till they hear’d tell - How at Culloden all were broke, - And they had never fought a stroke, - Except one canonading bout; - The clans afar came on a scout - To view their camp from a hill top - Who soon retir’d when they drew up: - Whene’er their cannon began to play, - They skipt like rams and ran away, - Describ’d the Hessians ev’n as they can, - Said, “He was a blue and bloody man, - “His drums and guns pe ready, _got_ - “Hersell pe rin, or else be shot.” - - - - -CHAP. VIII. - -_Blowing up the Castle of Cargarf by the Earl of Ancram. Skirmishes -at Keith and Inverness, &c._ - - - Now while the duke lay at Aberdeen, - From England did his troops maintain, - Brought in his stores ay by the sea, - And laid no stress on that country, - From thence the earl of Ancram went, - One hundred horse were with him sent, - Major Morris with three hundred foot, - Near to the head of Don they got, - To take the Castle of Cargarf, - But ere they came all were run aff, - Wherein was a large magazine - Of amunition, and arms clean, - Which did become the Earl’s prey; - But could not get it born away, - No horse he could get to employ, - Most of the spoil he did destroy, - ’Bout thirty barrels of powder there, - Made soon that fort fly in the air, - And so returned to Aberdeen, - Long forty miles there were between. - - Next Col’nel Stuart of Charlie’s band, - At Strathbogie he did command - One thousand foot, beside Hussars, - Who kept that country round as theirs: - Against him were sent on command - The generals Moredant and Bland; - But to Stra’bogie as they drew near, - Stuart did unto Keith retire. - Then captain Holden with volunteers - Follow’d in chase, as it appears, - Seventy Campbells by Bland were sent, - And thirty Kingston’s horse too went, - To clear the village of Keith while light, - And to Stra’bogie return that night: - But their presumption ran so high, - They ventur’d there that night to lye, - When Stuart return’d with secret pains, - Enter’d the town at both the ends, - And set upon them unawares, - Till few were left of men and horse: - Their loss was this, you may consider, - Because they were not got together. - The Campbells sold their lives like men, - And of the horsemen left were ten. - This did the Highlandmen revive, - And rais’d their sp’rits for more mischief, - And to the Duke’s men gave a caution, - Where to quarter on like occasion. - His army in three divisions lay, - The first at Strathbogie, they say, - Second at Old Meldrum, half-way between - Strathbogie town and Aberdeen, - The last at Aberdeen still lay, - Until April on the eighth day. - - While Charles must the mountains keep, - Among the goats, cows and sheep, - His army sure was sorely spent, - Ere into Inverness he went, - Having nought but deserts by the way, - Want of meat and scant of pay. - Rivan of Badenoch they took, - And laid it flat on every _nuik_. - To Inverness when they drew near, - Lord Loudon did from it retire, - Having but sixteen hundred men - All newly rais’d, could not preten’ - To face them fairly in open field: - Therefore, Retreat was safest bield. - Two companies he left behind, - The fort to major Grant resign’d, - To defend it to extremitie - Strict orders, thus to do or die, - But no sooner did Charles’ troops appear, - Than soldiers hearts did quake for fear, - And being threaten’d with a siege - They durst not stand their spiteful rage. - So town and castle became his own, - The fort was levell’d with the groun’. - Lord Loudon fled but little way, - The firth of Murray between them lay, - Perth and Cromartie play’d a _brogue_, - Assisted by a hazie fog, - Unexpectedly sallying over, - Upon them fell, and would not hover, - Till many they in pieces cut, - Some officers they pris’ners got: - As before them they could not stand, - Being forc’d to flee from Sutherland. - Another party at castle of Blair, - Had beat the Duke’s detachment there; - This gave the king’s army some pain, - And rais’d their Highland blood again. - Fort Augustus too they did attack, - And in short time beat it to wreck: - Three companies of Guise’ therein, - ’Gainst Highland fury not worth a pin: - Major Wentworth did here command, - Who had not force them to withstand, - None stood but Fort William now, - And it in haste they ’sieged too. - A large detachment chosen was; - Of artillery the best he has, - Commanded by brave Stapleton, - A French brig’dier of great renown. - - On the third of March at Glenavis, - Which opposite Fort William is, - The first attack began at sea, - Betwixt the Baltimore and he, - A sloop then lying at Fort William, - Into the straits of Carrion, - Stapleton siezing of their boat, - Thought t’ master them with num’rous shot: - The Serpent sloop, captain Askew - Caus’d man his boat, with other two, - And soon were master of Carrion, - Where put to flight was Stapleton. - - Their next ’ttempt was Kilmadie barns, - Where many shot were thro’ the _herns_: - Yet the Baltimore she could not stand it, - Nor could their troops at all get landed: - For shells and cannons play’d so fast, - Their engineer they kill’d at last. - The Baltimore she could not take it, - Forc’d to sheer off and so forsake it, - Some prisoners of Guise’s men, - In this hurry did liberty gain, - During the time the parties fir’d, - Took to their heels and so retir’d, - And got safe to the garrison, - Without the reach of Stapleton. - Now for some time they stopped were, - Thro’ loss of their chief engineer, - And ere another fill’d his place, - The garrison had their wall in case, - Their bastions raised seven feet high, - Ere the besiegers did draw nigh. - - It was on March the twenti’th day, - Their battery began to play, - From a hill top, call’d Sugar loaf, - Eight hundred yards, or thereby off: - Their shots fell weak and came too short, - Some fell before they reach’d the fort: - Cohorns, bombs and a twelve pounder - In vain at such a distance thunder. - Finding their batt’ry was too far, - They erect another half way nigh’r; - But being in a hollower place, - It did not alter much the case, - Except the cohorns and some bombs - Broke some roofs, beat down two _lums_; - Three men indeed they did dissable, - And kill’d a poor horse in a stable. - Stapleton a French _Tambour_ sent, - Beating a parly on he went: - The captain ask’d for what he came? - He said, From gen’ral Stapleton, - To you, Sir Governor, with this letter, - ’Tis to surrender, You can’t do better. - Then to your Gen’ral this answer give, - “No letters from rebels I’ll receive, - “I shall do better, and him defy, - “Ev’n to the last extremity.” - The drummer return’d to Stapleton, - O then a fierce bombard went on, - For several hours on either side, - At last the garrison laid their pride, - By tearing their chief battery, - Flat with the ground they made it ly, - And many buried were therein, - Besides the wounded that did run, - The people within the garrison, - Without the houses keeped none, - For being wounded with the slate, - During the hurry of this heat: - The rest behind the ramparts stood, - And so were free from wounds and blood. - Thus in a rage, before they tir’d, - Near two hundred royal were fir’d, - With sixteen cannons, ’gainst the fort, - As afterwards they did report: - Yet did no harm was worth a fig, - But a poor soldier lost his leg. - And on the morrow when day appear’d, - The garrison their trenches clear’d. - Then for a day they let them _slack_, - Another batt’ry to erect, - Nearer the Fort one hundred yard - At which no labour there was spar’d. - At this time, a party sallied out - To make provision in, no doubt, - Who spar’d no bullock, sheep or cow, - Some prisoners they in brought too - From the laird of Apin’s estate, - Burnt every house came in their _gate_, - And those who did resistance shew, - They made no stop to run them thro’. - Their ships came in with meal and bread - So to hold out they had no dread. - - Now when the last batt’ry was raised, - To fire again they soon practis’d; - The garrison too began a fresh, - And soon their batt’ry down did thresh. - At last their powder store took fire, - Which dash’d the gunners here and there. - The garrison perceiv’d the case, - And took advantage in short space, - Twelve men out of each companie, - Then sallied out couragiouslie, - And set upon them without dread, - Till many on the place lay dead, - One serjeant of the Campbells slain - The rest victorious turn’d again. - Into the Fort with them they drew - Three brazen cannons and mortars two, - Spik’d up the rest but only five, - At which they could not get a _drive_: - Yet timely retreat safety procur’d, - Or with numbers they’d been o’erpowr’d. - - Stapleton did yet again direct - Another batt’ry there to make; - But at that time came an express - Forthwith to march for Inverness. - Thus on the third day of April, - From the third of March a dreary while. - They left their cannon and took the rout - But never more came thereabout. - - Now another party prince Charles had - At the castle of Blair prosper’d as bad, - Under lord George Murray’s command, - Who took this doughty deed in hand, - For to conquer this castle of Blair: - The duke of Athole oft lived there, - Who was upon the Georgian side, - And had the Stewarts oft aid deny’d. - The garrison therein was few, - Commanded by Andrew Agnew, - An old Scots Worthy, I well may say, - No better soldier was in’s day. - He could do more by wiles and flight, - Than those who were five hundred weight; - He did defend them in such ways, - The siege prolong’d for several days. - Till word reach’d the camp at Dunkeld - How with Sir Andrew it befel. - Earl Crawford with the Hessian men, - Two troops of horse to him did sen’; - In all great haste they march’d away; - But Murray got other fish to fry: - For he receiv’d a hot express, - Forthwith to come to Inverness, - That very day that Stapleton - Left the siege of Fort-William. - - All parties of the Chevalier - Did to their head quarters draw near, - By which Sir Andrew relief had, - And made this siege a fair blockade. - Here the wheel it turn’d, I trow, - And luck to Charles bad adieu. - ’Tis oft misfortunes come together, - Or after one mischief another, - His men half mad for want of pay, - Had little to eat, what’s worse, I say? - Being hemm’d in on ev’ry side, - Among the hills and muirs so wide. - On the Hazard sloop they did depen’, - Which went to France for money and men: - As back and fore she oft did go, - Her name’s changed to Prince Charles’ Snow: - On her return, unluckilie, - Met with the Sheerness sloop, at sea, - Commanded by Captain O’Brian, - With whom she fought but did not gain - The day, nor yet could get away; - But was chas’d into Tongue-bay, - Where she upon the shallows ran, - And in the fight lost many a man. - O’Brian enrag’d still kept the sea, - But mann’d his boat right hastilie: - For fifty leagues they gave her chace, - And forc’d them to land in this place; - Into the country of lord Rea, - From whence they no relief could ha’e. - His lordship’s house it was near by, - Just then was there captain Mackay - My lord’s son, with Henry Monroe, - Lord Charles Gordon was there also, - Captain MacLeod a trusty han’, - And fourscore of lord Loudon’s men, - Who had fled there from Inverness - When Perth had put them in distress, - And as the crew came to the land, - As pris’ners they’re compell’d to stand, - One hundred men and fifty-six - As prisoners they here did fix, - Soldiers, sailors and gentlemen, - War-officers from France and Spain, - Who were to join Charles the Prince; - But bold O’Brian did them convince, - That such a thing was not to be: - To Aberdeen the whole sent he, - With the crew of a French priv’teer - Who off the Orkney’s cruising were. - Besides the arms found in her hold, - Thirteen thousand _guineas_ of gold, - Brave O’Brian thus carry’d away - On March the five and twenti’th day. - - This was bad luck for Charles too; - For wanting money what could he do, - They had no meal, mutton or beef, - Of cheese and butter no relief: - The cry among them night and day, - Was, _Give me money, meat or pay_. - - - - -CHAP. IX. - -_Kings Army pass the Spey. Battle of Culloden. Defeat of the -Rebels, &c._ - - - Upon the eight day of April, - When air and season sweet did smile, - Duke William then began to move, - The time and season to improve; - Towards the Spey he did approach, - By wary steps and easy voy’ge: - His fleet on sea no faster steer’d, - Than he upon the land appear’d, - Until they reach’d the banks of Spey: - On the north side great Charles lay, - To keep the fords was their intent; - But see’ng the cannon durst not resent, - Planted to cover the only pass, - Where the safe passage unto them was: - So in all haste they _scowr’d_ away, - And let them freely pass the Spey. - - Argyle’s men and lord Kingston’s horse, - Did first of all the water cross, - And after them the grenadiers - To keep the front, if need appears: - For the Duke had always in his thought, - That crossing Spey would be dear bought; - But when he found no opposition, - Of other schemes he had suspicion: - Wherein he did conjecture right, - Altho’ the plot came not to light: - That in the night he’d be attacked, - Which by ill conduct was not acted. - Thus over Spey all safely came, - That rapid river and _stalward_ stream; - Th’ English women not us’d with wading, - Being loth to lift up their plaiding - Went in with petticoats and all, - Which _fagg’d_ their feet and made them fall. - A trooper thinking lives to save, - With them too got a wat’ry grave, - The flood but to men’s middle went, - They were with fording unacquaint: - Cold water struck the women’s belly, - It made them both prove faint and silly. - One horseman, and four women that day, - Were drown’d in crossing of the Spey: - From other harms cannons did cover, - And still they form’d as they came over, - For to engage kept always ready, - Caus’d pipes play _Fair play, Highland laddie_. - - To Elgin town they march’d that night, - As the Highland core had ta’en their flight, - From thence to Nairn on the next day, - There on the fifteenth encamped lay, - Where the Duke’s birth was celebrate, - And Charles’ intent was to be at it; - But when near to the camp they came, - They could not execute their plan: - For Murray and Sulli. could not agree, - On what side the attack should be: - For want of courage in such a plight, - They argu’d till the morning light, - Then the Duke’s drums fell a beating, - And they thought fit to be retreating: - So this attempt prov’d nought at all, - But saving of their powder and ball. - - Now Charlie and his noblemen, - In council night and day were then, - And in their schemes could not agree, - Where ACHITOPHELS among them be; - Some for this, and some for that, - Long time they in confusion sat: - Some did incline to fight at Spey, - And of all fords to stop the way; - But Tullibardine and Sullivan, - Were quite upon another plan, - To let the Duke free passage have, - And no disturbance there to give; - But lead him to some ugly ground, - Where cannon and horse were useless found: - So pitch’d upon Culloden place, - Where dykes and bogs might vex his Grace; - In hopes, cannon could not get there, - Which was great pain, I must declare, - The way so rough was, and so ill, - But drawn by men were up the hill. - The Duke his march made very slow, - Being form’d in lines as on they go: - In four columns they march’d away, - On cannon and baggage, made them stay, - Did front and rear in a body keep, - Except the Campbells, who ran like sheep, - With Kingston’s horse as spies and van, - From hill to hill they skipt and ran, - Back and fore had many a bout, - Act as Jackals to search them out, - And that day near the hour of twelve, - At Culloden house found them all. - ---- The Highland army here were ranged, - That no position could be changed, - Twelve piece of cannon; but highly mounted; - By which the gunners were affronted: - For should they level ere so low, - Shot, down the hill is loth to go; - And though they ply’d them ne’er so warm - In such a posture could not harm. - - But the Duke’s cannon so conceal’d, - They thought he’d got none on that field, - In the centre-line he did them screen, - That they at all could not be seen. - Straight on their front he did advance, - On right and left his made a stance: - From Charles’ batt’ry the fire began - By gunners who no honour wan. - The Duke perceiving that his left, - Would be took weak, for such a drift - Of the stout Clans were coming on them, - Sent Bland and Hawley to wait ’pon them, - With foot and horse and Campbells too, - As good as ere _cauld_ iron drew. - Then seeing all in order right, - The signal gave for bloody fight. - His front to fall some paces back, - And then the cannon began to crack. - Grape them, Grape them, did he cry, - Then rank and file he made them ly; - When bags of balls were fir’d at once, - Where they did spread, hard was the chance: - It hew’d them down, aye, score by score, - As grass doth fall before the mow’r. - Breaches they made as large and broad, - As avenues _in thro’_ a wood; - And then such terror on them fell, - That what to do they could not tell; - Whether that they should fight or flee, - Or with the rest, stand there and die. - They had no conduct to consider, - Or in a body rush together; - But some drew back, others advanc’d, - They all into confusion launch’d. - But M‘Phersons, Cam’rons and the Steuarts, - Who did disdain the name of cowards, - All rush’d on, quite void of fright, - And chused death before a flight, - Struck Barrel’s regiment on the flank, - For two companies they made a blank, - Wolf’s Bligh’s and Semple’s were attacked; - But sore for this they were corrected. - For Bland and Hawley came on behind ’em, - Campbells and light horse, which so confin’d ’em - Between two fires, and bay’nets fixt, - That few got off being so perplext. - The Campbells threw down a stone wall, - To let the horsemen on them fall, - Who with sword in hand put them to flight, - And could no longer stand the fight. - Yet many, in rage, came rushing on, - Till bay’nets thro’ their backs were gone, - The bright points on the other side; - So bravely was their valour try’d. - If all their front had so come on, - I know not how the day had gone; - Their lives they did not sell for nought, - The Duke himself, own’d they were bought. - Those on the left stood still as stupid, - Some would advance, others back skipped: - Dreadful cannons on them did blatter, - Till at the last they’re forc’d to scatter. - The French Brigades, who puff’d so hie, - Into a bogue were fain to flee: - Great Stapleton their Brigadier, - In every _spaul_ did quake for fear, - Fitz James’s horse, for all their pride, - Unto the rear were fain to ride. - - The Duke’s right stood and saw the fun, - Some reg’ments never fir’d a gun; - They only twice or thrice presented, - But seeing them run it was prevented: - For the order was, that fire they don’t, - Till within few paces of their front. - So when they see’d them so present, - Back they fled with one consent, - Brandisht their swords and pistols fir’d, - Some threw their durks and then retir’d. - The Hussars likewise took the flight, - And never did presume to fight; - But left their leader on the field, - Who as pris’ner was forc’d to yield. - The noble Earl of Kilmarnock, - Whose head was from his body struck, - Afterwards, upon Tower-hill; - Great pity ’twas this Lord to kill! - Were it but for his lenity - To prisoners before that day, - He favour shew’d to many a hunder - And in no case would hear of plunder. - - Now Charles, the Prince yet kept the field, - And loth was he to flee or yield: - Major Kennedy with some troops of horse, - Out of the field he did him force, - About five miles from Inverness, - The water of Nairn they did pass, - As they had been for Bad’noch bound; - But spread throughout the country round. - And those behind on field who staid, - Ran ev’ry where, be’ng so afraid; - But those who ran by Inverness, - Were hotly handled in the chase. - Lord Ancram and general Bland, - This fierce pursuit they took in hand. - With Kingston’s horse and Kerr’s dragoons, - They thro’ the bonnets clave their crowns, - Struck with such vigour and desperation, - Some hands were swell’d on this occasion, - Within the hilting of the sword, - That to pull out, they seem’d full _gourd_. - They would not yield as vanquish’d men, - Such discipline they did not _ken_, - To ground their arms or turn their sword, - Nor knew they ought of Quarters word; - But _madly run_, was all their chance, - And never turn’d to make defence. - The pursuers had them at their will, - Nought but follow and safely kill. - Some hundreds who fell that day, - Were a mean of throwing their life away. - Two thousand lay upon the field, - And those who took flight for their bield, - Through Inverness and all about, - Were hew’d down in this bloody rout: - For Kingston’s men were young and rude, - Of mercy nought they understood, - When answer’d by a Highland tongue; - But used cruelty all along. - Of prisoners were told and seen, - Full seven hundred and fifteen; - But many more were after this, - Which not into this number is; - Lord Lewis Gordon, marquis of Giles. - And Stapleton this number fills, - Four ladies too, here taken was, - And one of them into man’s dress, - Who as a Captain did appear, - In fighting for her Chevalier. - Five thousand stand of arms were found, - Ten brazen cannons, smart and sound, - Twelve stand of colours were ta’en, I know, - ’Twas the Royal Standard’s fate also - For to be left, that fatal hour, - On the field of Culloden Muir, - With the baggage and milit’ry chest - (Its contents did of nought consist.) - - Then brigadier Mordaunt was sent, - Nine hundred chosen with him went, - For to subdue all arm’d who were, - Into the Frazer’s country there, - Search’d ev’ry corner and each _quorum_, - Thinking that Charles was still before ’em. - Strathallan fell when on his flight, - Lord Balmarino the next night, - Into the hands of Grant he fell, - Who made him pris’ner, as they tell, - And to the Duke sent him also, - Who soon to London made him go, - And with him many a hundred more, - To English jails and London-tower, - Cargoes by sea were sent away; - But to return ne’er saw the day. - - Now Charlie safe to Bad’noch rode, - Where council held, and they conclude, - That all of them should sep’rate be, - And differ’nt ways for safety flee, - For the miscarriage of their plan, - They blam’d both Murray and Sullivan, - For sending some brave Clans away, - A hunting of the _Gowke_ that day. - - Earl Cromartie and hundreds more, - Were taken that morning before, - Being sent home to’s own countrie, - For raising men and more supplie. - Lord Rae’s militia, hearing this, - Upon him came at unawares: - As each mischief follow’d another, - Things went to wreck just altogether, - Their parting was at Badenoch, - With wat’ry eyes and loud _Och-hoch_: - Their bag-pipes mournfully did _rore_, - And _Piperoch Dhonail_ was no more. - This was a day of lamentation, - Made many brave men leave their nation. - Their eyes were open’d, all was vain, - Now grief and sorrow was their gain. - - -[Illustration: A PLAN of the BATTLE of CULLODEN MUIR. - - NORTH SIDE. - - - The D. of Perth and L. Ogilvy’s Reg. not to fire Inverness - without Orders, and to keep close up as fresh Corps ⌂⌂ Town - of Reserve. Total 8350. - __________________________________________________ - - C. Roy Stewart L. L. Gordon and Those of the above - and those of Glenbucket’s to be who have only guns, - the above who ready to advance under Lord Kilmar- - have only Guns. when needful. nock’s command. - ______________ _______________ ________________ - 3rd Column. Pretender’ First Column. - 2nd Column. - - ___________ Fitz James Culloden Hussar Guards. ____________ - ___________ Horse. ⌂⌂ & P. Squadron. ____________ - ___________________________ House _____________________________ - - Brig. Stapleton’s Pic. L. J. Drum. Picquet. - Athole. Stewarts. Frasers. M‘Intosh. M‘Leans. Keppoch. - Camerons. M‘Phersons. M‘Intosh. Farqhar. MacLeods. Clanron. Glengary. - ________ _______ ________ _______ ________ _______ ________ - - 4 | | | | Cannon. 4 | | | | Cannon. 4 | | | | Cannon. - L. George Murray. L. John Drummond. Duke of Perth. - - _The HIGHLAND ARMY._ - - WEST EAST - SIDE. SIDE. - _The KING’S ARMY._ - - ____________ ___________ _________ __________ - | Barrel’s and S. Fuzileer’s Cholmon Dragoons and - | Monroe’s. and Price’s. & Royals. Light Horse. - | |||| |||| || - | 4 Can. 4 Can. 2 C. - | - | Here stood the DUKE. - | _______ ________ _________ ___________ __________ ___________ - | Wolf’s. Bligh’s. Semple’s. Ligonier’s. Fleming’s. Old Buff’s. - | ___________ __________ ___________ - | Blackney’s. Batterau’s. Poultney’s. - ¦>| - ¦ Three regiments marching in - ¦ cover’d way towards the park. - ¦ - ¦Campbell’s Light-Horse and Dragoons, - broke down this Park Dyke. - - SOUTH SIDE. -] - - - - -CHAP. X. - -_Charles’ flight. Arrival in the Isles. Hardships, hidings and -narrow escape._ - - - The Prince from Badenoch that night, - Over the mountains took his flight. - With only six in’s company, - And one who led them on the way. - O’er many a rock, thro’ glens they past, - And to Invergary came at last. - About two hours ere break of day; - But none within that house did stay, - Only one servant, the laird being gone, - Bed or provisions there were none: - No drink but water to be had, - On the cold floor he made his bed, - All in their clothes thus sleeping lay, - Till near the middle of the day: - Having had no sleep five nights before, - And little food, you may be sure. - No bread or cheese there could they find, - Or ought to eat of any kind. - No living poultry could they get; - But in the water found a net, - Wherein two salmon were present, - Which they took as a blessing sent, - And on them heartily did dine, - Having no liquor but Adam’s wine. - Then to their journey set again, - For Donald Cam’ron’s at Glen Bean, - Where they arrived late that night, - Thro’ Lochiel’s country, ’twas their fright - Of being known by friends or foes: - He drest himself into Burke’s clothes, - The rest be’ng gone but only three, - No more was in his companie. - Then on the morrow, the eighteenth day, - To Clan-Ronnald’s country took their way, - And in Mewboll lodged that night, - Being kindly us’d, but still in fright, - Delay’d next day some hours, to hear - How all was gone; but yet for fear - They quit their horse, and took the hill, - O’er mountains climb’d scarce passible, - To Arisaig or Borasdale: - And here themselves they did conceal - At Kinloch Moidart, where they lay, - Not knowing what to do or say. - There came lord Elcho and O’Neil, - Who to their Prince did plainly tell - How all had gone at Inverness, - Since the fatal day of their distress; - That all the Clans were scattered, - So as rally again, they ne’er cou’d; - For the Duke had parties ev’rywhere - To burn and plunder, none did spare - Who with them were the least concern’d, - So where to flee must be determin’d. - Here Sullivan and many more - Their council gave as bad’s before, - Their Prince to flee into some isle, - And there to ly _incog._ a while, - Sending for one Donald MacLeod, - Who knew the isles and safest road. - And while they were a-planning this, - An alarm came for to dismiss, - A party coming was that way, - Direct as knowing where they lay, - Then to the woods all of them fled, - Took sundry ways be’ng sore afraid. - The Prince himself bewilder’d ran, - And with him there was not a man, - Being thus dejected and all alone, - Thro’ the wild woods he made his moan. - While thus he melancholy lay, - MacLeod came past on’s road from Sky; - The Prince cried boldly, What art thou? - And he reply’d, What’s that to you? - My name’s MacLeod, from Gaultergill, - I’m not afraid it to reveal. - Then said the Prince, ’Tis thee I want, - I am the man who for thee sent, - The Son of your King, your Prince I am, - And for your pity here I came. - On you, Donald, myself I throw, - Do what you will, prove friend or foe. - Then Donald, in tears, stood all amaz’d, - With dumb surprize he on him gaz’d: - My Prince, my Prince and here to lurk! - Oh! this would move the heart of Turk, - To see the turns of time and fate, - From honour to a wretched state; - I’m old, I’m old, thus did he cry; - Yet t’ serve my Prince I’d live and die. - Then said the Prince, Since it is so, - With these two letters, wilt thou go, - To Sir Alexander? though that he - And th’ laird of MacLeod’s my enemie, - I’ll yet their clemency request, - If humanity lies in their breast, - In noble hearts pity is found, - They’ll land me safe on German ground. - No, no, said Donald, that will not do; - For now they’re both in search of you: - But my service sha’n’t cost you a groat, - Near this there lies an eight oar’d boat, - Get all you have, ready on sight, - And we will go on board this night. - - To this the Prince did well comply, - They went in search of all was nigh, - To wit, brave O’Neil and Sullivan - With Allan M‘Donald of Elen-o-ron, - Alex. M‘Donald, Edward Burke, - And four stout men the boat to work, - Donald MacLeod was pilot too, - No more were in his retinue. - For store they had four pecks of meal, - A pot they bought for making kail: - This was on April twenty-sixth, - They put to sea, full sore perplext, - At the same place he came on shore, - When first he landed the year before. - Dark was the night, the wind blew high, - The rain drove on, black was the sky, - No deck or cover was to be got, - Pump or compass had they not; - Before the wind they durst not stand; - Because they knew not where to land: - In all the Isles were armed men; - But in what place they did not ken. - Ev’ry wave threat’ning their last, - And shipt great seas, which o’er them past; - Yet kept above from sand and rock, - Till to morrow ’bout seven o’clock, - They made Rushness-point, on the long isle, - Call’d _Benbecula_ in Gallic style, - Two hundred miles in eight hours space, - Past many a rock and dang’rous place, - Where militia boats were out on spy, - Which otherwise he’d not got by: - But this vi’lent storm they could not stand, - All fled for shelter to the land. - - Now on this isle they landed were; - But found no house or shelter there, - Except an old stye of a byre, - Wherein they kindled up a fire, - Shot a cow and did her boil, - And made fine brochan of her oil. - The place was hollow and remote, - Upon dry land hauld up their boat; - But when they view’d the raging sea, - They prais’d their Maker heartilie, - To think what dangers they’d come by - ’Twixt the isles of Cole, Mull and Skye. - - The storm it still increased high’r, - For fourteen hours it blew like fire. - They spy’d, for dangers, round about, - And then to sleep their prince was put. - No bed-clothes but the sail all wet, - Without straw, bolster, or a matt, - Where cows had lain all night before, - A poor palace without a door, - A bed of state, all wet with _shern_: - This may the great humil’ty learn. - Here they remain’d for nights two, - Until the storm did overblow: - And then for Stornaway set sail, - But meeting with a desp’rate gale, - Were drove on _Scalpa_-isle, or _Glass_, - Which to one MacLeod belonging was, - By whom they wou’d been _gripped_ fast; - But for a shipwreckt crew they past, - Old Sullivan the Prince’s father, - And ev’ry one gave names to other. - They said, they were to Orkneys bound, - And here great lenity they found - From Donald Campbell, a farmer there, - Who for a passage did prepare - A boat of his own for Stornaway. - Which went off on the first of May, - With Donald MacLeod, his trusty guide, - Who went a vessel to provide, - To get to the Orkneys by all means: - For there he thought to meet with frien’s, - Who, well he knew, would use their pow’r, - To land him on the German shore. - And in three days a message came, - That a ship was ready at his deman’. - Another boat was mann’d with speed, - And to Storn’way they did proceed, - Landing upon MacKinnon’s ground - At Loch Seaforth, then to walk round, - Long thirty miles, upon their foot, - Before to Ayrnisk point they got. - None with him but only Sullivan, - Brave O’Neil and another man, - Who was to guide them on the way; - Yet by good chance led them astray: - Long eighteen hours this stage it was, - Through a long Muir all wet to _plash_: - But had they come the nearest way, - They had been catch’d in Stornaway. - About a half mile from the town, - Faint and weary they all sat down, - And sent their guide for Donald MacLeod, - To bring refreshment if he cou’d, - Who brought them brandy, cheese and bread, - Which cheer’d their hearts in time of need. - Then took him to Lady Kildoun’s, - The only friend found in that bounds, - Who kindly did them all intreat - And well refresh’d he went to sleep. - - So Donald return’d into the town, - And found all to confusion grown, - Above two hundred in arms were, - And _furich ha nish_ every where. - A clergyman from the South Uist - He sent a letter, for truth almost, - That the Prince, with above five hunder, - Was coming for to burn and plunder. - Then Donald to their Chiefs did go, - And curs’d and swore it was not so: - For the Prince has not got a man but three, - And I one of his number be. - So gentlemen, think what you do, - Lest, when too late, you come to rue; - For if Seaforth himself were here, - A hair of’s head you durst not _steer_; - For, if you kill him, or catch alive, - Think not for such an act to thrive. - This island lies far out at sea, - In faith it will revenged be - By favourites he hath abroad, - So stop your fury, cries brave MacLeod, - For surely, gentlemen, if you do it, - Your babes unborn may come to rue it. - - Then said they, Well, since it is so, - Out of this island let him go; - For if the rabble come to hear it, - They’ll do it through a zealous sp’rit. - The wind is fair and so be gone, - We’ll still the people and send them home. - Keep all right snug and let none know - Whether he’s in this isle or no. - The boatmen hearing of such a rout, - And fearing what might be their lot, - Two with the boat fled to the sea, - And two up to the muirs did hie. - - MacLeod and Burke, here left on shore, - Went to their Prince with hearts full sore. - Cry’d Sullivan, We’ll take the hill, - No, said the Prince, We’ll stand it still: - Since here is friendship in the least, - Take ye no fear, we’ll be releas’d, - So in that night return’d again - Their boat from sea, with the two men; - But the other two who took the hill, - Where they ran I cannot tell. - Next morn they put to sea again, - Though hard beset for want of men, - Having only three who understood - Either to row, or sail to crowd. - For store they got two pecks of meal, - Brandy, beef, butter and ale, - So bid adieu to brave Kildoun, - As to the Orkneys they were boun’. - - But to the south as they did steer, - Two English ships there did appear, - Which made them all in haste to turn, - And put into the isle of Euirn, - A desart place, where none abode, - One mile in length, another broad, - Where fishers oft frequent by day; - But seeing them all fled away, - Thinking they were the King’s press-boat, - Their fish behind was all forgot, - Both fresh and drying on the rock, - Of Cod and Ling, the poor men’s stock; - And here they stay’d a day or two, - Until the ships were out of view, - And on the fish well did they fare, - Although their lodging was but bare, - An old hut, like a swine’s stye - Which fishers us’d to occupy: - They had no bed but heathry feal, - The hut’s roof cover’d with the sail. - They roasted fish and brandy drank, - No host they had to pay or thank. - For what they did the fishers bereave, - He was amind money to leave: - But Donald says, No not a _snishing_; - For that would cause a strong suspicion, - That some good fellows had been here; - Therefore be not so mad, my dear, - For ’tis the men of wars’ men’s way, - To take all fish, but not to pay. - - Now here to stay they thought was vain, - On the tenth of May set sail again, - And back to Scalpa came once more, - Where they were kindly us’d before, - And offer’d money for men and boat; - But such a thing could not be got, - To venture with them out to sea, - To Noraway or Germanie.---- - But here they found danger to stay, - So in all haste they put away; - For men in arms in ev’ry place, - In search of him were in full chace. - Ships and boats watching by sea, - So without fresh store they’re forc’d to flee: - And coming past the South of Uist, - An English ship before they wist, - Commanded by one Ferguson, - For three full leagues came chasing on: - They kept by shore, to windward lay, - Till in the Loch call’d Esca-bay. - Got on an island, and then by chance, - Wind contrary rose and drove them thence. - Rain and fog did favour shew, - So who they chac’d they did not know. - Well, said Charles, I see my lot - Is neither to be drown’d nor shot, - Nor can they e’er take me alive, - While wind and rain against them strive. - Yet piercing hunger’s hard command: - For here no fresh water they _fand_, - And to big isles they durst not go; - But such as were a mile or two. - - So here they were so hard bestead, - Of salt water they _dramack_ made, - And of it hastily did eat, - Hunger for sauce, made it good meat. - If e’er I mount a throne, said he, - I’ll mind who din’d this day with me. - A bottle of brandy then he took, - And to them all drank _better luck_. - So then for _Benbecula_, - They hoisted sail, and steer’d awa’: - And landed there among the rocks, - Where Crab-fish and Partan flocks, - To fishing these, with speed went all, - And soon did fill a wooden pail. - The hut was two miles from the shore, - Where Charles carried this store, - Lest suspicion should arise, - This he did for mere disguise: - And when near to this hut they drew, - Such a cottage one did ne’er view, - On feet and hands they _crawled_ in, - Sowre was the smoke their eyes to blin’: - Then Edward Burke digg’d down the door - And made the entry somewhat more. - ’Twas here Clan-Ron. did visit make, - To see what measures they could take, - For sending him to France again, - To see him so, it gave him pain, - No shirts he had excepting two, - And these unwash’d like _dish-clouts_ blue; - Sculking, lurking, here and there, - A prey to all like hounds on hare, - Though in times of prosperity, - He was extoll’d most gallantly. - Thus he no longer here could trust; - But to Cardail into South Uist, - He caus’d him to remove and go, - And did provide for him also - Bread, brandy, wine and clothes, - And such necess’ries as he chose. - - At this time the faithful MacLeod, - In Campbell’s boat the sail did croud, - And steer’d for the main land again; - How matters stood he long’d to _ken_ - With brave Lochiel and Murray too, - And have their council what to do. - Murray’s answer was, My money’s gone, - And help from me you can get none. - Then Donald laid out what cash he had - For liquor and for other trade, - Whereof his master stood in need, - And so return’d again with speed, - Being only eighteen days away, - Which to his Prince seem’d a long stay. - No counsel he brought, as I heard tell; - But ev’ry man do for himsel, - Which made his Master quite amaz’d, - And for a time he on him gaz’d: - It pierced Donald’s heart to see - A Prince into such misery, - Confin’d into a stinking stye, - And ’bove his head two hydes of _kye_, - To skonce away the sooty rain. - And all his clothes in dirty stain. - At this time soldi’rs came to Raski, - An island, in length but miles three, - Lying ’twixt Barra and South Uist; - And therefore flee again he must. - - The Prince, O’Neil and Sullivan, - Edward Burke and Donald the man, - Just from the foot of Corradail, - In Campbell’s boat they did set sail, - And landed in the isle of Ouia, - From South Uist not far awa’, - And there they stayed a few nights; - But constantly were in sad _plights_: - For armed boats still passing by, - They knew not where to hide or ly. - Charles, O’Neil and a sure guide, - Went thence unto Rushness to hide; - But was not there above nights two, - Till information was all thro’, - Where he lodged at Rushness, - Which trusty Donald did distress: - So he, that night, with Sullivan - Set sail, to save him if they can, - And got him once more safe on board; - But wind and rain upon him pour’d: - So at Ushness point they shelter took, - And lodg’d under a clifted rock. - This storm it did the whole day blow, - And then at night they came to know - Of a party, distant, but miles two: - So to sea again they’re forced to go. - And as they steer’d to Loch Boisdale, - One of the sailors a swearing fell, - He saw a boat full of Marines, - Which prov’d a rock at some distance. - Cry’d, Hardy weather, and ship about, - Then to Celie-stella that night they put. - On next day Donald spy’d afar, - Two sail of English men of war; - Yet here they stayed for some days, - And could not rest in any ways. - Hearing captain Scot on shore was come - At Kilbride, two miles off from them. - Thus now they all were forc’d to part, - Their Prince went off with heavy heart, - And with him took none but O’Neil, - Whose heart he found as true as steel. - Two shirts apiece, for baggage they took, - Tied up into a wallet or pock, - Around the Prince’s neck and shoulder, - Like master and man they trudge together. - So here we leave them for a while - In lonesome caves and mountains wild. - - The others two days hover’d near, - And sunk their boat through perfect fear, - Both night and day lay in the field, - Nought but the sails they had for bield, - The red coats swarming all around, - And yet by chance none of them found. - Then Donald MacLeod he went away, - And was ta’en at Slate in isle of Sky, - By Allan M‘Donald, the laird of Knock, - Who him on board the Furnace took, - Where gen’ral Campbell and Ferguson - For to examine him thus began---- - _Gen._ Was you with the Pretender, or was you no? - _Heth_ was I, _quoth_ Donald, and that you know. - _Gen._ Do you know what’s bidden for his head? - Thirty thousand pound, a bra’ sum indeed! - _Prutish_, quo’ Donald, it’s no worth a straw, - Her ain sound conscience is better nor’t a’: - Tho’ I’d got Scotland and England, a’ for my pains, - I wadna see him hurt, for your muckle gains. - He’s a good civil shentleman, his life on me threw, - Wad I kill him, or drown him, or gie him to you. - And deil care what ye do, he’s now far awa’, - The win ran awa’ wi’m, the like you ne’er saw: - For the win and water, Sir, did sae combine, - Carri’d him twa hunder mile in aught hours time, - They thought Donald a fool of the honest kind, - He confessed so freely all to their mind, - Suppos’d the Prince might lurking stay - Into the isle of St. Kilday, - A little island which does stand, - Far nor-west from isles or land, - The property of the laird MacLeod, - A barren soil, and poor abode, - Famed most for Soland Geese; - Sea fowl and fish their living is: - And there they thought, as Donald spake - The Young Pretender for to take. - Poor Donald to London they sent away, - Where he twelve months in prison lay; - Yet got his liberty at last, - When the act-indemnity was past. - Gen’ral Campbell with an armed fleet, - Around St. Kilda came complete, - Which frightened the poor natives there, - Who ran to holes like fox or hare: - And when they reach’d the wretched shore, - They catched some who to them swore, - That none did in that place sojourn, - But who were in St. Kilda born: - Of a Pretender they nothing knew; - But what they heard of a boat’s crew, - How the laird MacLeod had arm’d his men, - To fight against some ill woman, - Who lived somewhere far away; - And this was all they had to say. - So the gen’ral soon return’d again - And saw St. Kilda for his pain. - - And here we’ll leave the Prince a while, - Who hunted was from isle to isle, - O’er hills and mountains, wood and glen, - As afterwards I’ll let you ken. - Poor Edward Burke was left alone, - For now companions had he none, - Lodg’d in a cave for weeks three, - Ate Dulce and Lampets from the sea: - In short, he thought he would turn wild, - Seeing no man, woman, or child; - Till an honest Souter and his wife, - Agreed for to sustain his life, - For two long months, he said, and more, - Some meat each night they to him bore, - Their like was not in all North Uist, - For to pity rebels no man durst: - Because ev’n at that very time, - It had been made a mighty crime, - Read from the pulpits by the priests, - That none should pity man or beasts, - Who had along with Charlie been, - Give them no victuals, nor close their een - In sleep, or warm within a door, - Or excommunicate to be therefore, - Besides, the pains of milit’ry law, - Hanged or shot one of the twa. - - Of this act I know not what to say, - Since Solomon speaks another way, - And a great, yea wiser King than he, - Bids us to feed our enemie, - And give him water for to drink: - For me, I know not what to think. - But Burke of all at last got free, - When th’ act of grace gave libertie, - And home to Edinburgh came again, - For’s love to Charles got nought but pain, - And yet if Charles return, to morrow, - He vows he’d go tho’ on a barrow. - - - - -CHAP. XI. - -_Procedure of the King’s men against the suspected. Confusion in -the Army and severity against the Clans._ - - - Now, the royal Duke, at Inverness, - Did the whole North fully possess, - Encamp’d, and sent his parties out - To burn and plunder round about - All the offenders, who for their crime, - Were severely punish’d at this time. - All those who were loyal and true, - Had some acknowledgement as their due. - He number’d first what he had lost, - And what his signal vict’ry cost. - - Lord Robert Ker was ’mong the slain, - A brave captain of Barrel’s men; - Of Price’s reg’ment, captain Grossot - Here did fall, it was his lot, - Captain Campbell of Argyleshire men, - Was likewise found among the slain. - Near six hundred, rank and file, lay there, - Two hundred and forty wounded were. - His sole reflection was, in the chase, - The Pretender’s rout he could not trace, - Any farther than that afternoon, - He drank with Lovat when all was done, - When his very tears mingl’d with wine; - But never could be catch’d _sinsyne_. - As some ran east, and some ran west, - To south and north in crouds they past; - Some to Argyleshire, through Kintyre, - And into Ireland flew like fire. - Tullibairn by Loch Lomond came, - Fled from the battle into the flame, - Into the house of Drummiekill, - Who stood on the cross way, to kill - Those who from the battle fly, - Against all such does Moses cry, - As in the sacred Write, we read, - They’re curs’d who’re guilty of such deed: - Yet here was Tullibardine gripped, - When from the roaring guns escaped, - And prisoner to London led; - Yet dy’d there quietly in his bed. - - Duke William still camp’d in the north, - All was in stir beyond the Forth, - Ports, pass, and ferries guarded, - Who catch’d a rebel was well rewarded. - Few but preachers, at this day, - Were counted righteous in this way: - For where the minister said the word, - To life and liberty they’re restor’d, - Resign their arms, with Mess John’s line - That they were prest for to combine - To go with Charlie, and his crew, - By force control’d---- ’Tis very true, - Most of the common men were prest, - Drove to the slaughter like a beast: - But one thing of Highlanders I see, - To them they serve they’ll faithful be; - For those who serv’d King George, just here, - ’Gainst the rebels proved most severe, - And rebels, who afterwards did list, - Loyaller hearts no man could trust: - And, ev’n the conquering of this field, - Unto the English I will not yield: - Had Scots and Irish run away, - They’d found it hard to gain the day; - Yet after all they ’gan to boast, - ’Twas they only who rul’d the roast, - And even where in camp they lay - To upbraid the Scots, and oft did say, - Mocking the mis’ries that befel, - “These Scotsmen are but rebels all, - “For which they all should hanged be,”-- - Which rous’d the Scots most veh’mentlie: - And when they did complain thereof, - Were answer’d with a mere _put off_: - This did enrage them still the more, - Vengeance to seek by the _Clay-more_, - Which all into confusion threw: - The Scots into a body drew, - Irish, by blood and love allied, - Did join unto the Scottish side. - His Grace, the Duke, perceiving this, - Into this broil most active was, - Who, as with no party he would stand; - But charg’d them by his high command, - For to be still, and silent be, - Till he’d the dispute rectifie; - Then agents from each side were chose, - Whom he in council did enclose, - Where they made a solemn act, - “That by a thousand on the back, - “Every man should punish’d be, - “Who’d thus upbraid any countrie.” - - So this again cemented peace, - Thro’ mediation of his Grace, - Which was indeed a virtuous scheme, - And adds great honour to his name: - For had they once come on to blows, - ’T had been the glory of their foes, - And the murd’ring of one another; - But now they’re Britons all together, - And yet the spite ended not here, - As afterwards you’ll come to hear; - But agitated the Parliament, - Though contrary, it with them went, - To put the Scots beating away, - A march which vex’d them ev’ry day: - Because it was a grief to hear it, - And very irksome to their spirit, - The dinging down of _Tamtallan_, - They swore it mean’d some other _dwallion_. - The bonnets, plaids, and spotted coats, - A dress long time worn by the Scots, - These by an act were laid aside, - Thro’ nought, I think, but spite and pride: - For when the Scots they came to need, - They were restor’d again with speed, - Ev’n by an order of the crown; - But _Tamtallan_ was ne’er beat down, - The Scots still kept by their old march, - In spite of all their foes could urge. - - But the cause of the Duke’s long stay here, - Was to find out the Chevalier, - As Scotland round by sea was guarded, - If catch’d on land, so high rewarded - The apprehender was to be, - There was no hopes he could get free. - Hesse camps, did at Perth and Stirling stand, - Armed militia through all the land, - And parties searching ev’ry isle: - Being heard of ev’ry other while, - They still kept on a close pursuing, - Hard was the hunt for Charlie’s ruin. - All prisoners, they catch’d, of note, - On ship-board were securely put, - And to England sent, trial to stand, - But deserters judg’d were in Scotland, - Who had as soldiers with Charlie gone, - They hang’d and shot them every one: - For Hawley’s verdict was so quick, - “Go hang the dogs up by the neck,” - Which was no sooner said than done, - No pity he shew’d on woman’s son. - The Duke, by half, not so severe, - Did often the condemn’d set clear, - Made his soldiers say, he was too civil; - But swore, That Hawley wou’d hang the devil. - The Duke did love to burn and plunder, - And sweet revenge upon them thunder, - On house and huts made devastation, - As it had been a foreign nation. - Their whole utensils, rock and reel, - To see in flames he loved well, - With dogs and cats, the rats and mice, - And their old shirts, with nites and lice, - Were all unto the flames consign’d, - To bring them to a better mind, - And never more for to rebel, - A doleful time for _her nain sell_, - For all that _she_ had done or said, - _She_ thought it more than double paid; - Eating kirns, and supping sheese, - And codding of the Lothian pease, - Or taking a bit of beef to eat, - When _she_ could get no other meat; - And when _she_ met a Lalan-rogue, - _But pate a shainshment on her brogue, - The soger has done a ten times mair, - Brunt her house, taen a her geer, - And after that cuts aff her head, - An shot on them that frae her fled_. - - For all who did from the soldiers fly, - Were fir’d upon immediately, - By which, many a poor innocent - Was put to death, by them unkent, - Their flying away caus’d the error, - The red-coats were to them a terror. - - Now Charles concealed was in Uist, - And there to stay no longer durst, - The Campbells were coming _a ho_, _a ho_, - He durst not bide, and could not go: - Every day he saw them well, - And had none with him but O’Neil. - The day was long and hot the sun, - About the twenty first of June, - Upon a mountain top they lay, - And saw their motions ev’ry way, - From glen to glen, caves and rocks, - As ever hounds did search for fox, - Campbells, and lads with the red coat, - With them guides knew every spot, - And corner of that country side; - So here it dang’rous was to bide. - But in a desart place remote, - They found a lonely dismal hut, - And there to stay they judged best, - Until part of the hurry past. - Such venison as they could take, - Of ev’ry thing a prey they make: - It was not out of cov’tous greed; - But only as they stood in need. - O’Neil alone was out at last, - To hear of what was done or past, - And met a lady whom he knew, - Miss MacDonald good and true, - To her their straits he did reveal, - Who did with tears their sorrows feel, - And vow’d by all was dear within her, - She’d them relieve, if they should skin her: - Then hasten’d O’Neil to him away, - Appointing where to meet next day, - And to the Prince with him did go, - Her servant did the secret know, - One Neil MacKechnie, an honest heart, - Who in ev’ry point did act his part, - There, they their whole plan did frame: - And then to Malton came again - Miss Flora and her man next day, - Going to Clan Ronald’s house were they, - For to perform the enterprize, - And get clothes fit for his disguise. - By a party of militia men, - Both of them prisoners were ta’en, - Miss ask’d who was their officer, - And they in answer told it her: - He prov’d her father-in-law to be, - Preferr’d, for suppos’d loyaltie, - No less than a king’s officer, - She thought she might the better fare, - And there did tarry all that night, - Before of him she got a sight. - Greatly surprized then was he, - His step-daughter prisoner to see, - Call’d her aside to know the matter, - And gave her both a pass and letter, - For herself, her lad, and Betty Burke, - A woman who was to spin and work, - Being a maid for her mother hir’d - So all was done as she requir’d. - - Then to Clan Ronald’s house they came, - And let the lady know the same, - Where ev’ry thing in haste was got, - Apron, gown, and a petticoat: - Of printed cotton the gown it was, - Just fitting for a servant lass: - Then to the hut they went away, - To get him drest without delay; - And as they entred into the door - They found their Prince, surpriz’d him sore, - A cooking something for to eat, - A sheep’s pluck on a wooden spit. - This put them all in Brinish tears, - A Prince brought to such low affairs! - But he reply’d, Why weep ye so? - ’Tis good for Kings sorrow to know: - And ev’n the great, won’t after rue, - They suffer’d part of what I do. - - That night they stayed all in the hut, - Ere ev’ry thing was ready got, - And on the morrow a message came - For lady Clan-Ronald, in haste extreme, - That cap. Ferguson, with Campbell’s men, - Did all night in her house remain. - And to confirm what they had said, - The Captain took up her own bed. - - Now Charles by this time was drest, - Like a Dutch frow, I do protest, - His _brogues_, indeed, had leather heels, - And beard, well shaven, all conceals; - But gown and petticoat so short, - Shew’d too much legs, but no help for’t. - He of the lady took his leave, - And left O’Neil behind to grieve, - Who thro’ the world with him would go; - But Flora said it would not do: - Because their pass that number bore, - And one too much was not secure, - Herself, her servant, and Betty Burke, - Who was going to her mother’s work. - The boat’s prepar’d, away they set; - But lady Clan-Ronald was in a strait: - For soon as she had reached home, - Was strict examin’d by Ferguson---- - Pray where now, Madam, have you been, - Seeing a sick child, a dying frien’; - My servants might have told the matter; - But the child now is somewhat better. - For this no proof was but her lips, - So he put them both on board of ships, - I mean Clan-Ronald and his dame, - Who did in sep’rate ships remain, - Until to London they were sent, - And nothing of each other _kent_, - Long twelve months there they did remain; - Before they saw their homes again. - - Now poor O’Neil was left alone, - And through the hills a wand’ring gone, - By chance he met with Sullivan; - As on the shore they both did stan’ - A French cutter came in their sight, - With pendent flying, colours bright, - O’Neil her hail’d, and to she came, - To _fetch_ the Prince was all her aim. - O’Neil desir’d them there to stay, - And he to bring him back wou’d try: - Then off he sets along the shore, - A trav’lling for a day or more, - As the wind had contrary been, - Into some creek they might be seen: - But finding he was gone for Sky, - He thought to touch there going by, - Knowing the secret, the way plann’d, - The very place he was to land. - Night and day he did not spare, - Back to the cutter he did repair; - But ere he came she was away, - Sullivan would no longer stay: - For’s life was preciouser to him, - Than all the princes in Christendom. - He saw some ships afar at sea, - Then pray’d the French with him to flee: - But had they got O’Neil on board, - From Sky the Prince had been secur’d; - Yet here O’Neil was left behind, - Who soon was taken and confin’d, - And sent to Berwick upon Tweed, - Where he remain’d some time indeed, - Thence by cartel was sent to France - Pass’d for an officer from thence. - - Sullivan was got home before him, - The cow’rdliest cur in all the _quorum_: - For had he staid three hours in Uist, - They’d carry’d their Prince safe off the coast: - For O’Neil would made them touch at Sky, - The very place which they past by, - Where he knew the Prince was to ’bide: - But Sullivan sav’d his own hide, - And with all speed went home to France, - Left them behind to Providence. - - As the Prince, Miss Flora and her man, - Were just about to quit the land, - Four king’s wherries came in their view, - Where armed men were not a few: - Back to the heather they’re forc’d to fly, - And there some time conceal’d to ly, - These wherries soon went out of sight, - And then came on a pleasant night, - Their boat ready they put to sea; - But were not gone past leagues three, - ’Till dark and dismal grew the skies, - The wind and waves did dreadful rise, - In open boat, no compass had, - Only two men, whose skill was bad. - Here Charles’ courage was at a stand, - Tempests by sea and storms by land; - For wind and wave did fight again’ him - And nothing seemed to befrien’ him. - Miss Flora she fell fast asleep, - The rest by oars and helm did keep, - And when the day light did appear, - They knew not to what hand to steer, - The wind had vary’d in the night: - At last of Sky they got a sight. - At _Waternish_, the west of Sky, - Upon that point to land did try; - But the red-coats were swarming there, - To ship about they did prepare: - They smartly fir’d to bring ’em too, - But all in vain, it would not do. - Two men of war were hov’ring by, - And there it was no time to stay; - So, off they set before the wind, - And all their foes they left behind. - The alarm up to the village went; - Yet to pursue they were not bent, - Knowing all boats were in a fright; - So about they put when out of sight, - And landed in a little creek, - Under a rock did shelter seek, - The men to rest and be refresh’d, - Who all the night were sorely dash’d: - And then to sea again did go, - Lest some should of their landing know. - They were not half a mile from shore, - Till they see’d pursuers half a score, - All running to the very place, - Which they had left a little space. - Then to the north twelve miles they stood, - At _Tornish_ made their landing good. - Near Alexander MacDonald’s house, - Where went Miss Flora bold and crouse, - As Sir Alexr. was not at home; - But to visit Duke William gone, - Only his factor, who prov’d a friend, - And how to act Miss to him mean’d: - As a military officer was there, - She told him where he should repair, - And meet the Prince in woman’s dress, - To whom he went in full express, - With bread and wine, and other food, - Then took the hills, a private road - To his own house to be conceal’d, - Though afterwards it was reveal’d. - Miss Flora on horseback, and another - Kept the high-way, for to discover - What militia or foes might be; - From all dangers to keep him free, - Miss Flora, her man, and a Highland maid, - Coming on the way, She to Miss said, - “That _Lawland Carlin gangs_ like a man, - “She strides o’er far by half a span, - “I wonder Kingsborough’s not afraid, - “To crack sae wi’ that English jade: - “See how her coats _wamels_ again, - “These English women can fight like men.” - No, said Miss, She’s an Irish woman: - Cries, Lady Marg’ret, Are you coming? - (Not liking what the girl had said) - Go after Kingsborough yon road, - And you’ll be there as soon as we, - Thus she kept him from suspicion free; - And to the house they came at last - Before elev’n o’clock was past. - But Kingsb’ro’s wife was gone to bed, - Thinking that no such stranger wad, - At such a time come to her door: - For th’ two young ladies were oft before. - She sent them word to take the key, - With all in the house for to make free; - But Kingsbro’ said that would not do, - Herself must rise, and quickly too. - The child ran back and told her plain, - Such a lang wife she ne’er saw nane, - As that was walking through the ha’, - Her like was never there awa’, - Therefore she’d go no more for fear, - Then up she rose and did appear: - And the one who walked through the hall, - Did her salute and kiss with all, - Whereat she started and was afraid, - Being so prick’d with a lady’s beard: - Then to her husband said, whisp’ring ways, - Is not this a gentleman in disguise? - His pricking beard does me convince, - Pray ask him, What’s come of the Prince? - The Prince, my dear, Why this is he---- - Oh, said she, then we’ll hanged be---- - A well, said he, We’ll die but once, - Get supper for him, cakes and scones, - Butter and cheese, we have eggs enow: - What! That for a Prince will never do. - Yes, for rarities be nowise griev’d; - You little know how he has liv’d: - And with ceremony be not affected, - Lest by your servants he be suspected, - He supp’d that night and went to sleep - As a stranger lady, all snug was kept. - On the morrow he rose and was drest, - And for their kindness thanks exprest: - Miss Flora and the other Miss, - They had him in his robes to dress, - The gown, the _mutch_, and petticoat, - Such stuff to wear he loved not; - But because to them in such he came, - He should go off wearing the same, - Lest by enquiry they might provoke - What they were, being stranger folk. - Then Kingsborough’s wife did them desire, - To ask a _pickle_ of his hair. - And they in _Galick_ did debate, - Who should it ask, they were so blate: - He understood, the reason _speir’d_ - Of their debate, desir’d to hear’t, - This freely granted as soon as told, - And to their sheers his head did hold, - The lock was parted ’mongst the three, - Of their dear Prince mindful to be, - An ancient _freit_, a Highland _charm_, - Look on that hair her heart will _warm_. - Kingsb’rough a bundle of men’ clothes took - Far from his house, to a wood _nuik_, - Remounted him in Highland dress, - There he much kindness did express---- - They wept, they kiss’d, and off he goes, - While drops of blood fell from his nose. - Their hearts were great, you may weel _ken_, - They parted ne’er to meet again. - A guide sent wi’m the mountain way, - Had a boat ready, the freight did pay, - At _Portree_, or the king’s port, - Miss Flora’s there ere he came to’t. - And here they parted at Portree, - Where thanking her most heartilie, - Miss Flora did no longer wait; - But went to ’r mother’s house at _Slate_. - - Now Kingsborough did Raaza send - To meet the Prince, and be his friend, - With sev’ral of his trusties there, - Who in his expeditions were, - Both at Culloden and Falkirk. - To _Portree_ came when it was dark, - Both John MacKenzie and Donald Frier, - Who had been with him far and near, - They set off in a little boat, - And safely into _Glam_ all got: - In a mean hut their dwelling made, - For kid and lamb young Raaza _gade_: - There was no bedding to be found, - They’re oblig’d to lie upon the ground: - His pillow was a _wisp_ of Ling: - Poor state for a pretended king! - This was in July the first day, - And here _incog._ some time they lay. - - Now Ferguson got the sure tract - From the two men, as they went back, - Who did him and Miss Flora bring - Out of Uist, and everything, - His coat, his _mutch_, his very gown, - From whence they came, and whither boun’, - How Malton’s daughter and Kingsborough too, - Went all together out of their view. - Then Ferg’son with a party came - To Kingsb’ro’s house, and did deman’, - Which way the young Pretender went? - Where he and Miss Flora were sent? - Whether they lay in one bed together? - What clothes he came in, or went thither? - Few answers to him Kingsb’rough made: - What! said his wife, “Miss Flora’s maid, - “They staid all night and went away, - “Whether man or woman was I to try?” - Then, said he, Show where they were laid, - Where lay the Miss? where lay the maid? - Now then, quoth he, I have you fast: - Because the maid’s bed is the best. - Then Kingsborough away was led - To Fort-Augustus, hard bestead, - Plunder’d of’s watch, buckles and shoes, - And all the cash was in his trews, - In a dungeon deep, iron’d he lay, - Thence to Ed’nburgh castle sent away, - And there confin’d was kept one year, - Till by the Act of Grace set clear. - For love of Charlie he got this, - And poor Miss Flora no better was: - For she was scarce ten days at home, - Until she got a card to come - And speak unto an officer, - Who had no great good will to her: - This for a night she did delay, - And on the morrow, by the way, - A party meets, in search of her, - By whom she was made prisoner, - And carry’d instantly away, - On board a ship that very day, - The Furnace, captain Ferguson, - Who did show lenity to none. - But good for her, as fortunes were, - That gen’ral Campbell, as judge sat there: - Though she before made ’quivocation, - She told to him the true relation, - And the general did use her well, - Since she the truth did not conceal: - For of the deed she thought no shame, - To any in need she’d do the same. - Said she, “I’ve no cause to betray, - “Or yet to wish his life away, - “Wherefore then should I do him wrong? - “To you soldiers does such belong. - “If that a price be on his head? - “’Tis for those by blood who have their bread.” - - The gen’ral then had nought to say; - But gave her leave, on the next day, - Of her friends to go and take farewel; - Her mother heart-sore grief did feel: - An officer and forty men - Did guard her there, and back again. - Then she unto the _Nore_ was sent, - Five months on sea, where no friend _kent_, - At last to London was convey’d, - There with a messenger to bide, - Till the month of July Forty Seven, - That she was home to Edinburgh driv’n, - When by the Act of Grace reliev’d, - She’s now in Sky, yet unmischiev’d. - - Now Charles at Glam, in Raaza lay, - Long, long he thought to get away, - Hard was his living, poor his hut, - Upon all heights they watches put. - A stranger to this island came - To sell tobacco, perhaps a sham; - For after all his roll was sold, - He daily through the island stroll’d, - And to the hut one day drew nigh; - Then Raaza swore he was a spy, - And cockt his pistol, him to shoot, - The Prince cry’d, No, You shall not do’t. - That poor man may innocent be, - Without a fault he shall not die. - The poor man then went stepping by, - And did not ev’n look to their _stye_. - Now, said the Prince, what would ye said, - If innocent blood had here been shed? - Too much, indeed, on my account: - At this some seem’d to take affront; - Yet as a joke he past it by, - And then propos’d to go for Sky, - In the small boat which brought them there, - So for the voy’ge they did prepare. - - Toward ev’ning they put to sea, - And then the wind rose wond’rous high, - The boatmen begg’d to put about; - But he was obst’nate on his rout, - And told them life was but a chance, - They were in hands of Providence: - He leav’d the water with a scoop, - And bid them in their Maker hope, - The boat is making a good way, - No man will die but him that’s _fey_, - We’ve all in dangers been ere now: - At Nicolson’s rock they brought her to, - Near _Scorebreck_ in _Trotternish_, - Their lodging in a byre it was, - All wet and weary as they were, - Lay on the ground, sleep seiz’d him there, - In which he sigh’d, and starting said, - “Poor people, poor people, hard bestead!” - He then awak’d, and thus did say, - “Malcom, dear captain, is it yet day? - “You’ve watch’d too long, now take a sleep, - “And I myself will centry keep.” - “No, said MacLeod, Sir, if you please, - “I know this ground best, take your ease, - “There’s not a house near by two mile, - “Our friends are few into this isle, - “The red coats are not far from us, - “To slip my charge is dangerous.” - - So here they did remain next day, - Before they could venture away, - Having no bread, or ought to eat, - (For a King’s Court, a poor mean treat!) - Except water, sprung from the ground, - No meat or drink could there be found. - Two bottles of brandy was all their store, - On earth they had no substance more, - Nor in that place durst one look out - For en’mies planted round about. - When night came on, they parted all, - Captain MacLeod we shall him call, - Did undertake to be his guide, - One bottle of brandy by his side, - Over muir and mountain, wood and glen, - Between hope and despair they ran. - The Prince as servant did appear; - Because he did the baggage bear, - A hairy wallet on his back, - Just like a chapman and his pack, - Wanting the _breiks_, with legs all bare, - Into his hand his _brogues_ did bear, - A napkin ty’d around his head, - In this posture forward they _gade_, - Long thirty miles ere they took rest, - Water and brandy was all their feast: - Because they had no other cheer, - For house or hut they went not near, - Till at _Ellighill_, the place call’d Ord, - Whereof MacKinnon is the lord, - Their brandy-bottle now was done, - And here they hid it under groun’: - Yet were they in a strait again, - Meeting two of MacKinnon’s men, - Who had on the expedition been, - And oft before the Prince had seen, - Who knew him well, though in disguise, - Fell down and bursted out in cries. - Then Malcom, Hush, to them did call, - Or else they would discover all, - To which they swore, by all that’s Good, - They’d rather spend their dearest blood, - So faithfully they did conceal it, - And did not in the least reveal it. - - Now were they come unto the place, - Where Malcom’s sister married was - To John MacKinnon, who’d captain been - Along with Charles in armour _keen_; - But had got clear by Proclamation, - And for to skulk had no occasion. - He orders the Prince, now Lewis Cawe, - For to ly down some space awa’, - While he into his sister’s went, - Their doleful case to represent. - She him embrac’d, and wept amain, - As in the war she thought him slain: - He said, dear sister, here I’m come - Myself to hide, if you have room, - With one, my servant, Lewis Cawe, - In the same case, hard is our fa’: - He’s a surgeon’s son, who came from Crief - Shelter to seek and some relief. - Then poor sick Lewis was called in, - With head bound up, he look’d right grim, - And by his master there he did stand, - With head uncover’d, bonnet in hand: - But the Captain urg’d him to sit down, - And put his bonnet on his crown, - Since there are no strangers here, - Come, eat with me, Lewis, my dear. - And when their dinner over was, - The Captain says, Our feet we’ll wash: - The servant-maid brought water then, - And wash’d his feet with tender han’. - Said he, my lad’s not well, I know, - You’ll wash his feet before you go; - But she reply’d, I _ken_ some better, - ’Tis fair enough if I bring water, - He’s but your lad, as you me tell, - _Dat loon may wash her feet hersel_; - Being forc’d to do’t, through mere constraint, - To work in a rude way she went, - Rubbed his toes, made the water rise - At every plash, betwixt his thighs; - On this he to the Captain said, - She rubs too hard this saucy maid, - I had far better do’t mysell, - _In trout_, quo’ she, _an sae ye sall_, - Then both of them to sleep were put, - The goodwife went to a hill-top - For to keep watch, lest from the sea - Incursions should come suddenlie. - As King’s ships hover’d all about, - And parties through the land did scout. - Just as they wak’d the husband came, - When Malcom heard, he to him ran, - And did salute him in the field, - Which meeting did great pleasure yield; - Because that word was to them brought, - He kill’d was at Culloden fight. - And after they had talk’d a while, - Think you yon ships will touch this isle? - Says John, I know not but they might; - Because they’re never out of sight. - What if our Prince a pris’ner be, - In one of those ships which we see? - God forbid, then John reply’d; - But of his ’scape I’m much afraid: - For our nation’s guarded round about, - And through the land there’s many a scout. - But do you think, if he were here, - He would be safe, in such a stir? - Ay, safe be sure, whate’er they do, - I wish we had him here just now. - Then said he, John, he’s in your house; - But to salute him, be cautious: - Because your wife, nor none else knows, - By the name of Lewis Cawe he goes, - My servant, a surgeon’s son in Crief, - Like us, brought to trouble and grief: - Therefore behave when in you go, - That none within the house may know. - So home they came, and in he goes, - Then courteously poor Lewis rose, - Bare-headed stood, bonnet in hand, - But John could not himself command, - Burst out in tears, and on him flew, - Oh-hon, Oh-hon, What’s this on you! - From splendor into deep distress! - He cry’d, and could no more express. - Wife and servants stood in amaze, - And did upon poor Lewis gaze: - Then Malcom in a passion flew, - And swore that he had fools enow, - Hurry’d them to another place, - And told his sister all the case, - That he and poor Lewis was in, - Charged her forthwith for to run, - And bind her servants to secresie, - Or else they soon would ruin’d be. - - When his sister knew what guest he was, - Her kindness she did the more express, - And said, Upon her very knees - She’d travel for to give him ease. - They then to consultation went, - To get him to the Continent: - Because the isles were dangerous, - Soldiers searching every bush. - John then unto the laird he went, - To try how his affection bent, - By long-wind stories laments his case, - In being hunted from place to place. - Oh, said the laird, were he now here, - I’d lay my life to get him clear, - And set him safe on the main land. - Then John he told him, clean off hand, - Where he was, and in what place, - And to his conscience left his case. - Go tell him, I’ll be with him soon, - To see what quickly shall be done. - John went home, the laird soon came, - With loyal affections, as chief o’s Clan, - And told, that for him he did provide - A good stout boat, pilot and guide, - That he himself design’d to go - To the main land with him also, - A thousand blessings on him prays, - And wish’d him long and happy days. - - Then Malcom said, he would return, - Which caus’d the Prince in tears to mourn: - Captain, he said, will you leave me now? - On the main land, what shall I do? - Then said the laird, leave that to me, - On the main land I’ll you supplie. - Sir, said Malcom, by now I’m mist - By friends, by foes, and this I trust - For to be ta’en, when I return, - Then I’ll tell a tale of my sojourn, - Of all my travels how I was here, - Seeing my friends and sister dear; - But if they chance us to pursue, - They’ll hear of me along with you: - For answer then, what could I say? - What man ye was, or gone what way? - Which accordingly it came to pass: - For he twelve months confined was, - And saw great London for the same, - There try’d and came with Flora _hame_. - - So to the boat they all did go, - Which lay upon the shore below: - And as to it they did draw near, - Two men of war there did appear, - Came cruising in before the wind, - Hard on the shore, as they design’d, - Which caused them to sit down a space, - And smoak a pipe in a hollow place. - A silver stock-buckle to Malcom he _geid_, - And ten guineas too in his _loof_ he laid, - Which he did often times refuse; - But begg’d some trifle that he did use; - Then, said he, Captain, Your pay’s too cheap, - Besides, you will have my cutty pipe, - And when you blow’t, you’ll think on me, - As I have got another you see: - And take these lines to Murdoch MacLeod, - To pay respect to him I’m proud. - The men of war having laid about, - Toward the boat they took the rout, - The writing in the letter this, - As writ _verbatim_, here it is, - -SIR, - -_I THANK God, I am in good health and have got off as -designed.----Remember me to all friends, and thank them for the -trouble they have been at----I am, Sir, Your humble Servant_, - - JAMES THOMSON. - - - - -CHAP. XII. - -_Sundry dangers and hardships on the main shore. Meets with six -men who relieve him. Almost starved. Goes to Lochaber. Meets with -Lochiel. Gets off from Moidart._ - - - Now, the men of war being out of sight, - On the eighth of July, at eight at night, - The laird of MacKinnon, John by name, - With a pilot, guide, and four boat-men, - All on board with him they went, - To carry him to the Continent. - The night indeed was fair and clear; - But not above a mile they were, - Till wind and waves did rise in ire, - This providence we may admire, - Which seemed to be frowning on him, - The very waves striving to drown him, - And on their boat, came straight a-head, - A boat with men all well armed: - But the sea was high, the wind so blew, - And nought but present death in view, - They hail’d each other, and that was all, - It was no time to search or call: - Had not this storm proved their frien’, - He’d surely in their clutches been. - And when they reached the main land, - Under the _lee_ they’re forc’d to stand, - The pilot ran her into a creek, - Got past the breakers, ’mong sand and _sleik_, - There they landed him and his guide, - And chus’d no longer to abide: - But to the sea again did go; - Because the storm did fiercely blow. - And as they were returning back, - A boat from _Morar_ did them ’ttack; - And old MacKinnon was pris’ner made, - Being, by direction, to him led, - By a party who did the two pursue, - And the boat who of them had a view - The night before, when going over: - The facts of all they could discover, - At _Morar_, on his going back, - The laird MacKinnon they did take, - And prov’d the deed which he had done, - For which they sent him to London. - In Southwark goal long did he ly, - With heavy fetters did him ty, - Till in Forty Seven, the next year - By Act of Grace he got home clear. - - Now Charlie went to Glen-Brasdale, - Where he heard tell of brave Lochiel, - Who about Loch-aber was lurking there; - But to get to him great dangers were: - As a line was form’d from Inverness, - Which reached to Fort-Augustus, - From thence unto Fort-William again, - Night and day stood armed men. - The word, in a few minutes, did wheel, - From end to end, _All is well_; - And from Fort-William to Locharkaig-head, - Another line was likewise made. - Thus he did in Glen-Brasdale ly, - Till circled almost every way. - Gen’ral Campbell with four hundred men, - Upon the south-west side did land: - Captain Scot, with five hundred more, - Advancing from the easter shore, - And came within two miles of way, - They knew not what to do or say: - He sent for Cam’ron of Glen-Pan, - Who chus’d to be his guide and van, - To Lovat’s country for to go, - The braes of Locharkaig as he did know, - With them went Glenaladale and his brother, - Boradale’s two boys, there was no other: - First went the guide on’s hands and knees, - After past the Prince and the two boys, - Glenaladale and his brother at last, - Favour’d by the night, they quietly past - So near their tents they heard their speech, - And ere day, got far out of reach, - Right safe into Glen-Morriston, - Left Glenaladale and him alone. - - One day, as they a travelling were, - Over a desart mountain there, - Glenaladale chanc’d to lose his purse, - With forty guineas which in it was, - And money behind it they had none, - The Prince’s being spent and gone. - While Glen. return’d his purse to seek, - Charlie lay down at a bush _cheek_, - And there appear’d unto his view, - A band of soldiers not a few, - Just upon that very spot - Where they had met, were’t not the lot - Of turning for that very purse - Kept them from what had been much worse. - So, close he lay, slie as a tod, - Being at some distance from the road, - And saw them take another rout, - That they’d met Glen. he had no doubt, - Being gone quite the contrary way - For which he thankfully did pray. - Glen. found his purse and turn’d again, - They chang’d their rout through a wild glen, - Where nothing had they for to eat, - Full forty hours they wanted meat: - Weak and weary were they both, - Water indeed they had enough; - But found no sheep or venison, - The cattle being plund’red and gone. - - At last, they chanced for to spy - A little smoking hut, near by: - Then said the Prince, Thither I’ll go, - Whether they should prove friend or foe: - Better for us be kill’d like men, - Than starved like fools: What say’st thou Glen? - Yet Glen refus’d, and said, I fear, - They may be King’s-men watching here: - But in the Prince goes to the hut, - Which them in some confusion put; - Six sturdy thieves resided there, - Who at their dinner sitting were, - At a weighty piece of boiled beef, - For hungry men a blest relief. - Peace be here, the Prince did cry, - You’re welcome, sir, they did reply; - One star’d at him, then up he flew, - Ah Dougal MacColony, is this you? - I’m glad to see thee, with all my heart, - Sit down with us and take a part. - By winks, he found that he was known, - Return’d him thanks, and then sat down, - Ate hearty, and seem’d very merry, - Talk’d of the times, found by enquiry, - That ev’ry one spake as his frien’, - And had all at Culloden been; - But only one of them him knew, - He then bethought him what to do, - And after dinner they took a walk, - With that same man to have some talk, - Who told him all the strengths about, - Where parties lay, and what to doubt. - And as, said he, “The other five, - “Are as faithful fellows as alive, - “You may your safety to them trust, - “Your case by them’s lamented most. - “Here do we all in private stay, - “And make incursions for our prey: - “For meat and drink we do not want, - “Of silver and gold we are not scant: - “And since ’tis such a roaring time, - “To steal and rob we think no crime.” - The other five were call’d and told, - Who did rejoice him to behold, - And swore that he should with them stay, - Till he found it safe to get away. - ’Tween Strath-Ferrar and Glen-Morr’ston, - They kept up huts, yea more than one, - And kindly there did entertain him; - To the very last they did befrien’ him, - And ere that he should taken be, - They every man would for him die. - While here he liv’d on stollen beef, - Right suddenly there came relief: - Rod’rick MacKenzie, a merchant-man, - At Ed’nburgh town had join’d the Clan, - Had in the expedition been, - And at this time durst not be seen, - Being sculking in Glen-Morriston, - Him the soldiers lighted on, - Near about the Prince’s age and size, - Genteelly drest, in no disguise. - In every feature, for’s very face, - Might well be taken in any case, - And lest he’d like a dog be hang’d, - He chose to die with sword in hand, - And round him like a mad-man struck, - Vowing alive he’d ne’er be took: - Deep wounds he got, and wounds he gave, - At last a shot he did receive, - And as he fell, them to convince, - Cry’d, Ah! Alas! _You’ve kill’d your Prince; - Ye murderers and bloody crew - You had no orders this to do._ - This did confirm them in the thought, - He was the very man they sought: - And ere that he was really dead, - They forthwith did cut off his head. - Scarce took they time the corpse to bury, - Being so o’erjoy’d, in such a hurry. - To Fort-Augustus they went with speed, - Triumphing o’er poor Charlie’s head. - All who had seen him, came it to view, - And vow’d the face was just and true; - The very barber who us’d to shave him, - The sim’lar treats seem’d to deceive him: - But, said he, wer’t on his body set, - And spake, his voice I’ll not forget. - Then to the Duke in haste they’re bound, - And claim’d the thirty thousand pound. - - The Duke thought now the work was done, - When Charlie’s head was to him shown; - Call’d in all out upon command, - And caus’d the militia to disband; - The ships of war went to the south - And Charles’ death did pass for truth. - He then for London took his rout, - On July eighteenth did set out, - As brave Culcairn had sent him word - Of Lochiel’s death, ev’n as absurd---- - When plund’ring of Locharkaig isle, - He found the grass cut through the pile, - Thinking it was some hidden store, - He digg’d it up, and found therefore - A man’s body, who dy’d of a sore wound, - As appeared when they view’d him round; - A fine Holland shirt he on him had, - Which soon they _whirled_ o’er his head, - Being so much used to plunder, - To rob the dead thought little wonder, - And him they judg’d to be Lochiel, - Yet a near friend of his, they tell, - One Cameron, son of Callavat, - After which Lochiel no hunting gat, - Supposing him and Charlie dead, - Though it was two others in their stead. - So all the parties far and near, - To Fort-Augustus did retire: - Yet some of them were soon sent back - To burn and plunder, and to take - Some great offenders, as Barrisdale, - In which attempts they oft did fail: - For although the Duke’s to London gone, - Burning and plunder still went on. - - Now, the Prince into Loch-aber went, - The seat of Lochiel, where he was bent - To know if he in life might be, - As word of’s death o’er all did flee, - And the Prince’s death so struck Lochiel, - That neither did bemoan himsel; - But each lamented for the other, - And wept as one would for a mother: - But when they heard both were alive, - To meet in haste they did contrive, - Being only twenty miles between, - His brother, the doctor, did them conveen, - With the other brother, John the priest, - Who had sincerely been in quest, - Through many a mountain, wood and glen, - And found him out with eager pain, - Into a hut, built in a wood, - Near Achnasual where it stood. - Charles at a distance did them spy, - Made him and Achnasual fly, - Not knowing what kind of men they were, - Nor what might be their business there; - But being inform’d, soon turn’d again, - Embrac’d with tears in tender strain, - And hearing that Lochiel was well, - His heart-felt joy did not conceal. - The Prince was now in a poor dress, - Poverty’s picture in distress, - A black coat with many patches, - Barefooted, and wanting breeches, - No signs of roy’lty or pride, - A durk and pistol by his side, - All weather-beaten, his gun in’s hand, - Like a Gibeonite, once in Canaan. - They had kill’d a cow the day before, - Kept a pudding feast, you may be sure, - Part of it roast, part of it sodden: - But here no bread was to be gotten, - No meal nor salt could there be bought; - But what’s from Fort-Augustus brought. - One man they had was passing free, - Came home by chance, _right cannilie_, - With a horse-load of provision, - Meal and salt, bread and _snishen_, - And with him brought a printed News, - Which did their whole attentions rouze, - How the young Pretender and Lochiel, - O’er Corriarick, had pass’d that fell, - That they were both alive again, - And with them thirty armed men: - This caus’d him longer to abide, - As safely there he could reside, - If a new searching should ensue, - His watchmen here were good and true, - Dismis’t Glenaladale for home, - With the men came from Glen-Morriston, - Kept with him only Captain MacRow, - Cameron the priest, and other two, - With Cluny’s children, they kept the hut, - And tour about on watch were put. - - About this time from Dunkirk came - Sixty gentlemen, who in a band - As volunteers had freely join’d, - To bring him from the British ground. - At Polliver, in Seaforth’s country, - Four of them landed privately, - The rest, on sea, kept hov’ring round; - And left a signal, how to be found, - And where they were for to bring to: - These were their orders how to do. - Soon after two of them were ta’en, - One Fitzgerald, called by name, - An officer belong’d to Spain, - Was hanged up at Fort-William, - Proven to be a Flander’s spy, - Judg’d for same end, he came that way. - The other was Monsuer de Berards, - An officer of the French guards, - Who from the gallows was befrien’d, - And by cartel again redeem’d. - The other two wandered about, - Till Lochgarie sent, and found them out; - Strangers they seem’d, but who could know - Whether that they were friend or foe? - Captain MacRow did them invite, - At Lochgarie’s with him to meet, - To him they plainly did unfold - From whence they came, and that they would - Fain see the Prince, or yet Lochiel, - Having letters to them and words to tell, - Or else to one call’d Captain Drummond, - And more they would reveal to no man. - - Lochgarie judg’d they might be spies, - Strove to be cautious and wise, - First he sent them to Lochiel, - With what suspicion he had himsel: - Lochiel order’d the Prince to come in, - Under the name of Captain Drummond, - As they the Prince did never see, - He told them where the two should be, - Bade him a letter bring, as from him come, - To tell their secrets unto him, - And this the Prince actually did, - Met in a hut, built in a wood, - And kept converse with them a day, - Then to meet Lochiel went on his way, - For to consult what might be done, - Out of Scotland once for to win: - For the small ship the Frenchmen left, - Quite off the coast were, all abaft, - And never did at all appear: - But forc’d homeward with dread to steer, - And the officers, as I heard tell, - Were kept, by orders of Lochiel, - Most secretly into a hut, - Until a ship was ready got. - - While the Prince yet at Clun’s hut lay, - One morning, early of the day, - A child of Clun’s came running in, - Crying, “O-hon! the red coats and the gun!” - Which caus’d them hurry out and see - A party coming, and that right nigh: - Cluny, John Cameron and his son - Into the wood did quickly run. - Clun stood their motions to behold, - The others ran to the Prince and told: - He sleeping was in another hut, - Farther in the wood and more remote; - They plainly said, they were surrounded; - Then up he rose, no wise confounded, - Says he, My lads, review your guns, - And let us die like Scotland’s sons, - For me, I’ve been a shooter bred, - To miss a mark I’m not afraid; - Yet we’ll escape them if we may, - And live to see a better day. - Captain MacRow and Clun’s old son - Were in another hut alone, - He sent for them, they came with speed, - And to the hill did all proceed, - Being eight in number, they were no more, - Soldiers they saw above five score. - But what gave them the most surprise, - Was that the soldiers had past their spies, - Which they had planted round about, - Them to inform of every rout: - This caus’d them be the more afraid, - And think they surely were betray’d. - Then a hill-top they march’d unto, - Where of the party they had a view, - And all around could no more spy, - Than what were of the first party. - Next to Mallantagart’s top they flee, - High above the braes of Glenkengie; - Then Cameron, the priest, and Clun’s son, - To make discov’ry did backward run. - Two hundred men had gone that way, - Headed by Knockardo of Strathspey, - A going to plunder Barrisdale, - And of Clun’s ten cow’s left not a tail, - Which he few days before had bought, - When burnt his house and left him nought, - And yet they thought it was no crime, - To plunder him a second time, - The very hut they rummaged, - Out of which they had lately fled. - Clun in the wood all the while lay, - And saw them drive his cows away, - Until perceiving they were gone, - Then he return’d crying, Oh-hon - What, Shall I e’er thus plunder’d be? - For shelter now, where shall I flee? - Went with his son for bread and cheese, - Four bottles of whisk they did not seize: - His stores all under ground were hid, - Cover’d with turff into the wood. - Being midnight ere they reach’d the spot, - Where Charles lay trembling and wet, - They drank the whisk and eat the cheese, - Then of the heather made a _bleeze_. - When day came in, _beek’d_ by the sun, - They lay and slept till afternoon: - Then took their travels that very night, - To Achnacarie came full right, - Through water to their _cleavings_ high, - Dark was the night, they could not see. - Upon the morrow they kill’d a cow, - Whereof they fill’d their bellies fu’, - Without bread, salt or sallad, - Sweet hunger relished their palate; - They told the flesh, bread was before, - And thankful were they had such store, - The country being burnt, and plunder’d, - And here to live no way they had. - On the next day Lochgarie came, - And with him doctor Cameron, - On their return back from Lochiel, - They bade the Prince for safety still, - To cross the hills near Badenoch; - For Athole _braes_ were safe enough, - Among good friends could _skulk_ a while, - Till time was found to leave this isle, - Whereat the Prince was well content, - And to their journey then they went, - Travell’d by night and slept by day, - Through many a _glen_ and _awkward_ way. - Lochiel and he again did meet, - And loud they cry’d like infants sweet, - Contrived now what should be done, - Once more all hazards for to run. - His brother the priest, of modest mouth, - To hire a vessel they sent south, - To take them off from the north shore; - Because that coast was watch’d no more. - But ere that he could get that done, - They found another of safer run, - On north and west they watches set, - Upon the French ships for to wait, - Still thinking that the Dunkirk sloop, - Might yet be hov’ring round about, - From which the Frenchmen did come, - And still attempt, to take them home: - Their signals to many ships they us’d, - But ne’er a one to answer chus’d. - - Now col’nel Warren had got to France, - And brought a privateer from Nantz, - With three hundred and forty men, - Well arm’d, with thirty guns and ten - Of carr’ge and swivels which she bore, - The best sailer he could procure, - The Bellona, of St. Maloes by name, - To anchor in Loch Moidart came, - And here the col’nel came on shore, - To a house where he had been before, - About the Prince for to enquire, - By chance the watch was waiting there, - Who knew what rout the Prince was gone, - And made it to the col’nel known, - Besides these officers of note, - Who now were lurking in a hut. - Then to the Prince express he sent, - Now was the time for his intent, - Who did set out that very night, - And message sent to all he might, - With speed at Moidart to appear, - With Warren, on board of privateer, - The two officers likewise came, - And met the Prince, who dash’d their frame, - Because with him they’d been so free, - When they took him Drummond to be. - But nevertheless he smil’d it over, - Hoping from suff’rings they’d all recover. - All who came, did haste on board, - Last went himself, then sheath’d his sword, - Regretted sore, he was so kind, - So many suff’rers left behind. - - - - -CHAP. XIII. - -_Arrives at France. Reception there._ - - - Thus on September the twenti’th day, - He from Loch-Moidart sail’d away, - The wind was low, the waves were kind, - To clear the land they much inclin’d, - No tempests rag’d as in times before, - As now the blast of Fate was o’er, - No foes on sea did them perplex, - Till safe at Roscort, near Morlaix, - They on the twenty-ninth did land, - Poor Charlie and his broken band, - Who all had surely been bewitch’d - By Spaniards and the subtile French, - They then to Paris did proceed, - To be refitted, great was their need. - He went _incog._ into Versailles, - With no attendance at his heels, - Receiv’d by King and Queen of France, - To them he told his mournful chance, - His sufferings they’re surpris’d to hear, - And a thousand welcomes did appear. - So for his honour, I understand, - A _Feu de joy_ they did command, - That he should in procession come, - With sound of trumpet, beat of drum. - In the first coach there was conducted, - Lord Og’lvie, Elcho, and Glen-Bucket; - And with the Prince, there next came on - Lochiel, and lord Lewis Gordon, - Pages around, with ten footmen, - The Prince of Wales’ liv’ry on them, - Kept by the Prince on ev’ry side, - While thousands did admire their pride.---- - Here Kelly who broke London tower, - And Stafford, late from Newgate bower, - Who both from prison stole away, - And in Britain could no longer stay, - Young Lochiel brought up the rear, - With three gentlemen of the bed chamber. - These did all on horseback prance, - In procession to the court of France. - That night the Prince supt with the King, - In Loch-aber the like he had not seen, - Nor yet in Uist, fainting for fault, - When glad of _brochan_ wanting salt. - He hir’d a fine house, _The Theatine_, - Which stands upon the banks of Seine, - A river does through Paris run, - Ev’n as the Thames does through London. - His nobles all commissions got, - And form’d new reg’ments, Did they not, - The Scots, English, and Irish too, - Fought well at Vall, and stood full true? - The British troops they did not spare, - Which was not altogether fair, - Commanded by Og’lvie and Lochiel; - But Charles took no command himsel. - _Incog._ he once to Madrid went; - But soon return’d, right ill content: - For about this time his brother _gat_, - From Rome’s Bishop a Card’nal’s hat, - Which does not any honour bring, - To Princes of Protestant spring, - In connexion with such a See - No Protestant can ever be. - At this great Charles was much chagrin’d, - Would hear no more of him as friend, - Omitted ev’n to drink his health, - Meaning he’d pledge his soul for wealth. - - While he at Paris did reside, - Were silver and copper medals made, - With an inscription thus exprest, - “CAROLUS WALLIAE PRINCEPS.” - This in letters round the head, - On the reverse BRITANNIA, read, - Then ships with this motto you’d see, - “AMOR ET SPES BRITANNIAE.” - This did offend the French grandees, - And did the King himself displease: - It did inform them, that he thought, - His pay was poor for what he wrought. - - So here we leave him now to rest, - And view his friends sorely distrest, - And brought to desolation, - Through this deluding cause alone: - Schemes of the Devil, Pope and Spain, - And French delusion, trust not again - You brave Scots-men, I pray beware - Of being trick’d into such war. - - Now when this campaign ended was, - Troops did to winter quarters pass, - Hessians set out for Germany, - And at Burnt island put to sea, - Where some other reg’ments also went, - The Flanders war being still extant. - - - - -CHAP. XIV. - -_Trial and Execution of severals at Kensington, Brampton, and -Carlisle.----The Lords Kilmarnock, Cromartie, Balmerino, Lovat, and -Charles Ratcliff._ - - - Poor Scotland yet did sigh and moan, - Because her suff’rings were not gone, - A time of trial for her deeds, - Where many lost their hearts and heads. - The mildest was Kensington muir, - Not far from London to be sure, - Seventeen officers by the neck - Were hung like dogs, without respect: - No clergy benefit, or Psalms at a’, - Cheer’d by the mob with loud huzza: - Elev’n at York, shar’d the same fate: - Seven at Penrith, thus too were treat: - Six at Brampton likewise fell: - And nine were butcher’d at Carlisle: - Many were sent to the Plantations, - To live among the savage nations, - Which indeed was a milder act, - Than what is in the following tract, - Of these poor souls at Carlisle, - Whose execution was so vile, - A wooden stage they did erect, - And first, half strangl’d by the neck, - A fire upon the stage was born, - Their hearts out of their breasts were torn, - The privy part unspared was, - Cut off, and dash’d into their face, - Then expanded into the fire; - But such a sight I’ll ne’er desire, - Some beholders swooned away, - Others stood mute, had nought to say, - And some of a more brutish nature, - Did shout _Huzza_, to seal the matter, - Some a mourning turn’d about - A praying for their souls, no doubt, - Some curs’d the butcher, Haxam Willie, - Who without remorse used his _gullie_, - And for the same a pension got, - Thus butchering the _Rebel Scot_. - God keep all foes, and friends of mine, - From death of such a cruel kind: - It did fulfil an English law; - But such a sight I never saw. - O! may it ever a warning be, - From rebellious mobs, to keep us free! - My dear Scots-men, a warning take, - Superior pow’rs not to forsake, - Mind the Apostle’s words, of law and love, - Saying, _All power is giv’n from above_. - ’Tis by will of heav’n kings do reign, - The chain of Fate’s not rul’d by men. - Every thing must serve its time, - And so have kings of Stewart’s line. - Methinks they’re fools, whate’er they be, - Who draw their sword to stick the sea, - Or call upon the wind to _bide_, - Think not that strength will turn the tide; - Though praying made the sun to stand, - When help’d by an Almighty hand: - All those who fight without offence, - Get but a dreadful recompence: - And those who trust in France or Spain, - Are fools if e’er they do’t again: - Witness poor Charlie and the Scots, - What have they got, but bloody throats? - Charlie’s from France banish’d, like a thief, - A poor reward for his toil and grief. - Poor simple Charles they have thee tricked, - Thy wage is almost like the wicked. - - Now the trials were brought on, - Of the Chiefs who had with Charlie gone, - My lord Kilmarnock and Cromartie, - In Westminster-Hall judged to be, - Lord Lovat and Balmerino, - One Mr. Ratcliff indicted also - Before their peers, for high treason, - Were to the bar brought, one by one, - Lord Kilmarnock did first appear, - Who humbly own’d his guilt was clear, - Confess’d his folly, and heinousness, - How obnoxious to punishment he was. - For offences of so deep a dye, - Begg’d they’d interceed with’s Majesty, - That the unshaken fidelitie - Of’s ancestors should remembred be, - His father having been a steady one, - In promoting the Revolution, - Took active measures to secure - The protestant succession to endure, - Which keeps the kingdoms quiet and firm, - From arbitrary and Popish harm: - This was well known for certain truth. - His own ev’ry action from his youth, - Upon the strictest enquiry - Was a course of firmest loyalty, - Until that very unhappy time, - He was seduc’d with them to join, - Soon after the battle of Preston, - He by flatt’ry was prevail’d upon: - That he bought no arms, listed no men, - Persuaded none to join that train: - He endeavour’d their rage to moderate, - For sick and wounded med’cines _gat_, - And for prisoners begg’d lenity, - This many a soldier could testify. - That for his error he had feel’d smart, - With pining grief and aching heart; - Ev’n at Culloden, chus’d not to fly, - But rather among the slain to ly: - He wish’d Providence had aim’d a shot, - That there to fall might been his lot, - Ere he’d flee to foreign power for aid: - No, that he never wou’d, he said: - If he did so, conscience would tell, - ’Twas continuing in Rebellion still: - He had seen a letter from the French court, - The British Sovereign to exhort, - In what a manner he should deal - With such subjects as did rebel. - But he abhorr’d the mediation - Of any foreign intercession; - ’Pon his Majesty’s great clemency, - For sacred mercy I rely, - And if no favour’s to me shown, - With resignation, I’ll lay down, - My head upon the fatal block, - For to receive the dreadful stroke, - With my very last breath fervently pray, - That th’ illustr’ous house of Hanover may, - In peace and prosperity ever shine, - And Britain rule, to th’ end of time. - - The earl of Cromartie came next, - While all their eyes were on him fixt, - He begg’d their lordships for to hear, - How ungrateful guilt brought him there, - Which justly merited indignation, - Of his Majesty, and all the nation. - The treasonable offence, said he, - He’d ne’er attempt to justifie, - His plea did on their compassion ly, - And his Majesty’s royal clemency: - Appeal’d to his conduct in time bygone, - Ere that unhappy Rebellion. - Witness the commander at Inverness, - And the lord President Forbes, - Who knew his acts and loyal ways, - Till seduc’d by designing phrase: - His awful remorse, made him to fret - Severely now, Alas! too late, - Life and fortune valu’d not at all, - But his loving wife, now drown’d in gall, - With a babe unborn, of children eight, - All brought to a most mournful plight, - His eldest son with these must drie - The penalties of his miserie, - “Let these Objects of mercy be - “Known to his most gracious Majestie, - “Let innocent children now produce - “Bowels of pity in this house, - “As men of honour be men of feeling, - “My griefs to you needs no revealing.” - He pled his blood might quench his crime, - That their inn’cence should be kept in mind, - That those to mis’ry should not be brought, - Who of his guilt had never thought: - Since public justice would not let pass - From him that cup of bitterness, - Desir’d their Lordships to go on, - And said, _The will of God be done_. - - Then Balmerino next came on, - Who, as friend or foe, regarded none; - But star’d about, and look’d as bold, - As he had been judge, that court to hold, - And ’gainst them mov’d a point of law, - _His indictment was not worth a straw, - As being in the county of Surry founded, - For acts of treason in Scotland grounded: - Therefore should be in Scotland try’d_; - But this the House of Lords deny’d, - And said, _The British Parliament - Rul’d over all the king’s extent_: - Therefore he’s forc’d to wave his plea; - But not a fig regarded he, - As mercy he scorn’d for to crave. - Then all three sentence did receive, - “To be beheaded on Tower-hill, - (A humble bow they gave there-till,) - “On the eighteenth August, Forty-Six, - “Their heads be sever’d by an ax, - “Quite from their bodies, on open stage, - “To lose both life and heritage, - “Their estates forfeit to the crown.” - Which makes the babes unborn frown - And parents folly to lament. - So to the Tow’r they all were sent, - For to prepare for their exit, - And with a greater Judge to meet. - Kilmarnock was as a Christian mov’d, - The time though short he well improv’d. - Balmerino took little thought, - As by the Sacrament all was bought, - And the externals of the book, - His persuasion did no farther look. - When the Dead-warrant was to him sent, - To Cromartie they did present - A remit for life and libertie; - But the other two Lords were to die. - While Balmerino at dinner sat, - The tidings came, how, and what - Was to be done on the next day, - His lady rose and swoon’d away; - He rose from’s chair, says, You’re distracted, - It is no more than I expected, - Sit down, my lady, and did constrain her, - It shall not make me lose my dinner, - I know we all were born to die, - From death at last, where can we flee? - By his mild words she kept her seat; - But ne’er a bit at all could eat. - He took the Sacrament, they say, - After th’ Episcopalian way, - With a Roman courage and resolution, - Boldly waited his dissolution, - And of his fate oft made a jest, - Which to English eyes wou’d be a feast. - He often walked without his coat - With shirt open about his throat, - One of his friends unto him told, - He’d wrong his health by getting cold, - To which he answered again, - The lease of it was near an end, - ’Twas the height of folly to repair, - For all the time it had to wear. - - On the next day, the stage being erect, - All rail’d about and hung with black, - A thousand foot-guards march’d theretil, - And form’d betwixt the Tow’r and hill. - The stage within the line enclos’d, - A full free passage so compos’d, - The horse Grenadiers posted without, - As to _awe_ the crowd they were more stout, - Thus was it fixt right near until - The Transport-office at Tow’r-hill, - Which, that day, was hir’d for reception, - Until they went to execution. - - About the hour of ten o’clock, - Upon the stage they fixt the block, - Which cover’d also was with black, - And of saw dust had several sack, - For to sprinkle upon the blood, - Being judged for that purpose good: - Their covered coffins within the rails, - Ornamented with gilded nails, - And plates, with their inscription, - Were fixed upon ev’ry one-- - ’Twas thus upon Kilmarnock’s plate, - In Capital Letters engraved, - GULIELMUS COMES DE KILMARNOCK, - DECOLLATUS 18_mo._ AUGUSTI, - ANNO DOM, M, DCC, XLVI. - AETAT. SUAE, XLII. - His Coronet was thereto added, - Upon the plates likewise engraved, - And Balmerino’s inscription, - Was deeply grav’d the plate upon. - ARTHURUS DOMINUS DE BALMERINO, - DECOLLATUS 18_mo._ AUGUSTI, - ANNO DOM, M, DCC, XLVI. - AETAT. SUAE LVIII. - Thus plac’d in a conspicuous light, - With a Baron’s coronet shining bright. - - Then after ten, near half an hour, - The two Sheriffs went to the Tow’r, - Knock’d at the gate, the Porter cry’d, - _What do you want?_ They then reply’d, - _The bodies of these Lords two, - Kilmarnock and Balmerino._ - The Lieutenants and his Wardens brought - These two Lords for whom they sought, - And got receipts for each of them, - As usual is to give the same. - - And as they past out from the Tower, - (’Tis usually said as they leave the door,) - God bless King George, the Warder cry’d, - God bless K----g J----s, Balmerino reply’d, - But Kilmarnock made a humble bow, - For Balmerino, seem’d nought to rue, - His regimentals and all was on, - The same as he had at Culloden. - - Now, this procession slowly steers, - Under a guard of musqueteers, - The Sheriffs and their officers, - Tow’r-hamlets and tip-staves in pairs, - Two hearses and a mourning coach, - All to the scaffold did approach, - Three clergymen were there also, - The one with Balmerino - Was of the Episcopalian strain, - Th’ others were Presbyterian men, - Who had of late from Scotland come, - Their names were Forester and Hume, - They did upon Kilmarnock wait, - Assisting in his last exit. - - Unto the tavern first they went, - Where some time in devotion spent, - And taking of their friends farewel - Tears did anguish and grief reveal: - As to the tavern they did go, - Some ask’d, Which is Balmerino? - He turn’d about and _smiling says_, - I’m Balmerino, if you please. - In the inn they’re put in sep’rate rooms, - Where mourning was, and heavy moans. - Then Balmerino he did require - A conference with Kilmarnock there. - Then said, “My Lord, before we go, - “One thing of you I want to know, - “That of it the world we may convince; - “Heard you of orders from our Prince, - “If we had Culloden battle won, - “That quarters should be giv’n to none?” - To which Kilmarnock answer’d, NO; - NOR I, Sir; cry’d Balmerino, - “It seems this on invention borders, - “To justify this way of murders.” - “No, said the Earl, “by inference just, - “To tell the truth, for so we must, - “While prisoners at Inverness, - “I heard some officers express, - “That an order was sign’d by George Murray - “Of such a nature as what you say, - “That’s Grace the Duke had it to show: - “More of the matter I do not know.” - “If Murray (said he) did the same, - “Why did they give the Prince the blame?” - And then a final farewel took, - And parted with a mournful look, - “I’m sorry (he cry’d) as he was gone, - “That I cannot pay this score alone,” - Then turning round upon his heel, - For time, my friend, For ay farewel. - - Kilmarnock some time in pray’r spent, - While tears did flow from all present, - Then took a glass to cool his heart, - Before he did the room depart. - The warrand him mention’d first to go, - And being inform’d it must be so, - Then to the stage he did approach, - Seeing the hearse, coffins, mourning coach, - The dreadful block, edg’d instrument, - With the executioner and crowd’s lament, - He paus’d a while, and thus said he, - _O Hume, ’tis terrible this to me!_ - His pale countenance, contrite demure, - Did pity from all around procure, - Being tall and graceful, cloth’d in black, - In a praying posture, mildly spake, - Which did the multitude surprize, - While brinish tears showr’d from their eyes, - And many said, _He’s dying well, - Howe’er he liv’d we cannot tell_. - The head cutter first took a glass, - Then came to ask him forgiv’ness; - Yet drink did not quite drown his fears, - At the awful scene he burst in tears: - But the Earl bade him not be afraid, - As it must be done by some, he said, - Gave him five guineas in a purse, - And bade him strike without remorse, - When I let my handkerchief fall, - Do you proceed by that signal. - With eyes and hands lift up in pray’r, - Most earnestly he did require, - The pray’rs of’s greatest enemie, - And all the crowd around that be, - In the fatal moment of _exit_, - That JESUS might receive his sp’rit, - Pray’d for King George most fervently, - And bless’d his royal Family. - As he promis’d to do at his end, - Upon that day he was condemn’d. - - Then for the block he did prepare, - His gentleman ty’d up his hair, - Took off the bag and the big coat, - His neck made bare all ’round the throat, - On a black cushion he kneel’d down, - While friends stood weeping all around: - The mournings off the rails they threw, - That all around might have a view, - His neck right on the block it lay, - With hands stretcht out to swim away, - And when he let the handkerchief go, - He did receive the fatal blow, - Which cut the head off to a tack - Of skin, cut by a second hack. - - Thus did a brave Lord end his days, - Whose head was kept upon red baize, - And with his body in coffin laid, - By Forester with his servants aid, - Which quickly to the hearse they bore, - And clear’d the block and stage of gore, - By sprinkling fresh saw-dust thereon, - That sign of slaughter there was none. - - Then Balmerino he came forth, - Like a bold hero from the North, - Who of death itself was not afraid, - At least, he show’d but small regard, - Cloth’d in his regimental _Blue_, - Trimmed with gold, a warlike hue. - He pray’d to God, and mercy sought; - But fear of men was past his thought: - Drank to’s friends ere he left the room, - And charg’d them all for to drink round, - _Ain degree to heaven for me_ - And wish’d them better times to see: - Then said, _Gentlemen a long adieu, - I’m detaining both myself and you_. - Then to the scaffold he went full brief, - No signs of sorrow, fear or grief, - And round it walk’d a turn or two, - Where he saw acquaintance, gave a bow: - The inscription on his coffin read, - Said, _That is right_, and shook his head. - The block he call’d, His pillow of rest, - And said, That ax has been well drest, - The executioner’s shoulder did clap, - And said, My friend, give a free chap, - You ask my pardon, but that’s a fable, - Your business is commendable: - Here’s but three guineas, it is not much; - For in my life I ne’er was rich, - I’m sorry I can add no more to it, - But my coat and vest, I will allow it, - The buttons, indeed, they are but brass; - But do thy bus’ness ne’ertheless, - Stript off his coat and neck-cloth too, - And them upon his coffin threw: - A flannel waist-coat then put on, - With a tartan cap his head upon, - Then said, For honour of the Clan, - This day I die as a Scots-man. - Then adjusted his posture on the block, - Shewing his signal for the stroke, - Was by dropping of his arms down: - Then turning to his friends aroun’, - He once more of them took farewel, - And to the crowd around did wheel, - Perhaps you’ll think that I’m too bold, - This to a gentleman he told, - Whom he perceived standing near, - But, Sir, I solemnly declare, - ’Tis all through confidence in God, - A sound conscience, and cause avow’d, - If I dissemble with signs of fear, - I were unworthy of dying here. - Then to the executioner said, - Strike resolute and have no dread: - For I’ll surely count you for a foe, - Unless you give a hearty blow, - To the stage side did then retire, - And call’d the Warder to come nigh’r, - Asking which was the hearse for him, - Bade the driver come nearer in, - Immediately kneel’d to the block, - Stretch’d out his arms, and thus he spoke, - “O Lord reward my friends, he cries, - “And now forgive mine enemies, - “Receive my soul, good Lord, I crave,” - So his arms fell, the signal gave. - At this unlook’d for suddenness, - Th’ executioner surpriz’d was, - Did unprepar’d direct the blow, - That deep enough it did not go, - Before the second he turn’d his head, - As if in anger his jaws they _gade_, - Gnashing his teeth so veh’mently, - The head went off by blows three. - Upon red baize, the chopt-off head, - Was in coffin with his body laid. - Then the two hearses drove away, - To the grave where Tullibardine lay, - In St. Peter’s Church, into the Tower, - Is these three Scots Lords’ sepulchre, - All for one cause, into one grave, - Whom French delusion did deceive. - - Next Charles Ratcliff was execute - For an old heroic exploit, - In the rebellious year fifteen, - Had with his brother at Preston been, - James the Earl of Derwentwater, - Who likewise suffer’d for the matter. - About thirty years before, - He lost his life and land therefore, - This Charles too was condemned; - But he from Newgate safely fled, - By slipping through a private door, - Along with other thirteen more, - Who by good fortune had the chance, - For to get safe away to France: - And he with King James went to Rome, - And zealous Papist did become. - Twice return’d to England again, - Thinking his pardon to obtain; - But when he found it would not do, - A French commission he clapt into, - And there remain’d till Forty-Six, - When he thought, as heir, to refix - Upon the lands of Derwentwater; - But yet he did not mend the matter: - For as he did for Scotland steer, - On board of a French privateer, - The Sheerness catched him at sea, - With Scots and Irish more than he, - Bold officers for the Pretender, - Who yet were forced to surrender. - His Sire was Sir Francis of Derwentwater, - By extract from a Royal fornicator: - His mother’s name was Mary Tudor, - From Charles the second, a nat’ral brooder, - Her mother’s name was Mary Davis, - Whom the King lov’d as any _mavis_: - By this he came of Stewarts’ line, - And blood to blood doth much incline; - Yet, b’ equivocation to get free, - Deny’d himself Ratcliff to be, - After the identic body’s prov’d, - He for arrest of judgment mov’d, - Said, He was a French officer, - Claim’d usage as a prisoner, - Being taken in a lawful war, - To touch him did them boldly dare: - But all this prov’d of no effect, - For the old crime he lost his neck, - Committed in the year Fifteen, - Though three and thirty years between. - Upon December the eighth day, - He to Tow’r-hill was led away - Where stage and block they did up-fix, - And cut his head off at three licks, - Yet of his death he was right vain, - Gave his neck-cutter guineas ten. - His coffin was made super-fine, - Its handles all like gold did shine. - - In Roman faith he liv’d and pray’d, - And in that sort of faith he dy’d: - All seeming repentance he declin’d - As in Purgatory to be refin’d: - And had salvation so a cooking, - As to think no more of death than ducking, - Being so stout a Pope’s believer, - Went to death as he would swim a river; - The priest’ clear’d all the passes for him, - Invok’d the saints full well to store him: - So in his death there were no bands, - Although his neck did feel some pains. - He smil’d his coffin to look upon, - Whereon was this inscription, - CAROLUS COMES DE DERWENTWATER, - DECOLLATUS DIE 8_vo_ DECEMBRIS, - MDCCXLVI. AETATIS LIII. - _Requiescat in pace._ - After the cutting off the head, - His corpse were in the coffin laid, - And carry’d back into the Tow’r, - Where they lay till th’ eleventh hour, - That a procession of mourning coaches, - Unto St. Giles with him approaches, - To the Earl of Derwentwater’s grave; - And here poor Ratcliff we shall leave. - - Now comes Lord Lovat, an aged man, - And Chief of all the Frazer’s Clan, - Was next before his Peers try’d, - Most of th’ impeachments he deny’d, - Half dead with age, and almost deaf, - Which did them plague, and caus’d mischief: - For when they cry’d and cry’d again, - He answer’d on some other strain, - And told them, it was no fair trade, - As he did not hear one word they said, - And did not see what they could do, - As he ’gainst George his sword ne’er drew; - But always was governments’ friend: - Therefore he wonder’d what they mean’d. - In the year _Fifteen_ it was well known, - How much his loyalty was shown, - In quenching that rebellious storm, - What brave exploits he did perform. - Now, said he, I’m old and _faild_, - And cannot walk without a _hald_, - Without cause, ye need not my blood spill, - For death right soon will come a will: - If you judge I have been kind to foes, - It is but what the world allows. - - Yet his servants were witness led - Of every deed done and said, - In supporting the rebellious way, - And so their proof bore heavy sway, - What Charles drank that afternoon, - When from Culloden he did run. - Then for his life was no remead, - He was condemn’d to lose his head, - Which he bore in a heroic way, - As an ancient Roman thus did say, - DULCE ET DECORUM PRO PATRIA MORI, - _’Tis sweet and glorious a patriot to die_. - The proof was strong, though he deny’d, - His letters also were apply’d, - Which he to Lord President sent, - When he advis’d him to repent, - And recal his son and men again, - Which counsel he held all in vain, - Saying, He had six hundred Frazers got, - To guard his body from the King’s hate, - And ask’d from whence such law could come, - As punish a father for the son? - If’s son and the young clan were lost, - Yet of the old he made a boast, - That if his person were attack’d - His foes should be in collops hack’d, - Such were the brags in a letter sent, - Was writ unto Lord President, - When he advis’d him for his good, - To call his clan from Charlie’s croud: - Fight! that he would, and die at home, - As it was not far unto his tomb. - When dead, his countrywives he’d have - _Cronoch_ to sing around his grave. - Likewise he wrote, I understand, - Unto the Duke of Cumberland, - Reminding him, that he with joy, - Us’d him to carry when a boy, - Through Kingston park and Hampton Court - And to his Royal Sire made sport. - So, of his Grace he did demand - The favour, but to kiss his hand, - And told him he would do more good, - Than what they really understood. - Says he, ’twill be a better way, - Than take a poor man’s life away, - Who cannot stand, ride or walk; - But only ly, or sit and talk. - - To this the Duke no answer gave, - ’Tis like, he wish’d him in his grave. - - A zealous Roman did to him write, - And had in him so great delight, - That he offer’d to suffer in his stead, - Whereat he smil’d, and jeering said, - This man’s contrair Scripture, I see, - For a righteous man one’ll hardly die: - But for me, indeed, I’se no regard; - For I doubt he’ll hardly be preferr’d. - - When to the scaffold he was born, - He looked round the croud with scorn: - _Preserve me Sirs_, then did he say, - _What’s brought a thir fowk here the day? - To see an auld grey head cut aff, - That canna gang, no wi’ a staff, - But maun be born here by men, - The like o’ this we ne’er did ken._ - Then view’d the hatchet and the block, - Said, a strange way of killing fowk, - To th’ executioner, said he too, - There’s nae man works, friend, after you, - But you’ll have a _kittle_ job of me, - My neck’s sae short, strike _cannilie_, - Here’s a _bit_ purse, _gi’t a guid drive_, - I needna wish your trade to _thrive_. - Then fell a scaffold which rais’d a roar, - He did enquire the cause therefore: - They said, A scaffold’s fall’n, and many kill’d. - “_A-weel_, said he, Their time’s fulfill’d, - “I thought, this day, to dy’d my _lane_: - “But the best of _fowk_ will be _mistane_: - “I cannot say, I am sorry for’t, - “For the mair mischief, the better sport.” - Then after _Ave Maria_ and pray’r, - With _Salve Regina_, in a heroic air, - He laid his head upon the block, - And there receiv’d the fatal stroke, - In the eighty-third year of his age, - Thus dy’d on Tow’r-hill, on open stage, - Old Simon Frazer, Lord Lovat, - ’Gainst rebellious Plots a _Caveat_. - - - - -CHAP. XV. - -_Conclusion. Charles interrupts the Congress. Is seized at the -Opera. Carried to the Castle of Vincennes. And forced to leave -France._ - - - Now France was hemm’d on ev’ry side, - And Charles’ reward was humbling’s pride. - By sea, by land, poor France was done; - She begg’d for peace to _draw her win_. - No ship durst from her harbours steer, - Man of war, merchant, or privateer, - Her trade was stopt by sea and land, - Bold Britain did the seas command: - She sued for peace at any price, - But Charles’ affairs made it right nice. - At Aix la Chapelle did the Congress hold, - And when Charles thereof was told, - He protested ’gainst what might be done, - In prejudice of his pretension: - For all his titles he would keep still, - Let Britain and France do what they will: - And this perplexed Lewis sore, - And anger’d Britain still the more, - So with France no peace there could be made, - While She the Pretender harboured: - France durst not on her part say No, - Lest she should get the fatal blow. - Britain now ask what you will, - France can promise and not fulfil. - - The Articles were all agreed, - But neither sign’d nor ratify’d, - Until poor Charlie was sent away, - Which he postponed every day, - And instead of hastening to go, - He gave the King’s gold-smith to know, - That he wanted a service of plate, - At twenty thousand crowns in rate, - Charg’d to be ready ’gainst such a day, - Without excuses or delay. - Before this work was well begun, - Another the King must have as soon, - This put the jeweller in dread, - Straight to the Prince he did proceed, - Told him the matter, begg’d more time, - No, said he, the first order’s mine, - Go to the King and let him know---- - Then said Lewis, _Let it be so_, - Thinking that he was going away, - But yet this caus’d some more delay. - The plate was made and to him sent, - Ev’n by the King’s commandement, - And his Comptroller the charge to pay, - Hoping ’twould hasten him away: - But Charles told him very plain, - That he in France would still remain, - For he had full right to do so } - By an alliance treaty long ago } - And this he might let Lewis know. } - - On this the King wrote straight to Rome, - To advise what plan he might assume. - The Pope and Pretender did approve, - That Charles should from France remove. - As the King for him would provide, - At Tribourg, a palace to reside, - On what yearly pension he should demand, - Sent him a Blank from his own hand, - To name the sum though e’er so high, - Sign’d by’s most Christian Majesty. - The Duke de Graves with it was sent, - Who begg’d he’d write the sum’s content - Into the Blank with his own pen, - But down he threw it with disdain, - Saying, Bills and Bonds will seem but froth, - If Sovereigns cannot keep their troth. - Then came the Count de Maurepas, - With Charles to argument the cause; - As it was the King’s express command, - That he should forthwith leave the land, - If he chus’d not in peace to do it, - Their scheme was to compel him to it, - That the ministry were greatly struck, - At his behaviour and conduct, - In stopping the whole of their affairs - This is what the Count’s commission bears. - - Your Ministry, cry’d he, with disdain, - You’ll oblige me, tell your King and them, - I’m born, I trust their schemes to break, - And how to do’t, I could direct; - But, I hope, the time will soon draw on, - When that good work it will be done. - - About this time from London came, - Two hostages of worthy fame, - As pledges of the peace to be, - And Articles to ratifie, - While the French had none to London sent: - At which the Prince a squib did vent, - What! is Britain conquer’d, he did say, - That their hostages are here away? - And is FRENCH FAITH so current grown, - That hostages they ask for none? - This league shall yet like poor mine go, - Which was sworn to a few years ago. - This did the Ministry enrage, - And nought’s for Charlie but the cage, - As the scheme was fully contriv’d, - A courier from Rome arriv’d, - Where the Pope and old Pretender too - Did his whole conduct disavow, - Ord’ring him forthwith to retire, - To which he yet gave a deaf ear; - But knowing that he must fall their prey, - Order’d his plate and jewels away. - His behaviour did through Paris spread, - And all did own him, hard bestead. - - Then by the King an order’s sign’d, - Directly to have him confin’d, - Twelve hundred guards did close parade, - Horse and grenadiers were had - All armed and _Cap-a-pee_, - Set round the Opera carefullie, - The Duke de Biron had command, - But loth to take the deed in hand; - Caus’d Major Venderville execute, - Who did not with much honour do’t. - Six lusty ruffians were prepar’d, - Who waiting stood within the guard, - And as he entred the Opera door, - They seiz’d him fast, and squeezed sore - His hands and arms in the squabble, - The guards around kept off the rabble, - Who had the Prince in great esteem, - And wish’d their help him to redeem, - His servants and each favourite - Were strictly order’d to retreat; - Sword and pistols from him did wrest, - This comes French vows to at the best. - His arms and thighs with cords were knit, - And in a coach they have him set, - With a Major upon every side; - In this posture they made him ride - Unto the castle of Vincennes, - While soldiers guarded all the lanes, - Until that length they did proceed, - As there an uproar was indeed; - For ’mong the croud it was current told, - That he was to the English sold: - Some said this, and some said that, - And thousands told they knew not what. - The governor did him imbrace, - And cried, “Ah my friend, Alas! - “A noble Prince so bound with cord, - “Upon my word, I’m sorry for’t.” - And then in haste with his own hands, - Respectfully unloos’d his bands: - But to a dark apartment led him in, - Was only ten feet square within, - No window to look any way, - A sky-light shew’d some peep of day. - When he view’d his prison round and round, - Said, he’d been worse into Scots ground; - Poor Charlie this was hard to _thole_, - To clap thee in a French _black-hole_! - And there he was confin’d to ly, - Till to depart he did comply, - As the Pope and King James did desire, - That he from French ground should retire. - When finding that it must be so, - He freely did consent to go. - Two col’nels went, as it appears, - To see him pass the French frontiers: - They took the rout to Fountainbleau, - And to his dungeon bade adieu, - He did not love to be confin’d, - So now the peace was fairly sign’d, - And Charlie banish’d like a fool, - Who was only us’d as a French tool, - And to Scotland a scourge and curse, - I mean by waste of blood and purse. - But in time to come, dear countrymen, - O do not do the like again! - The Popish oaths ye’ll find a puff, - When ye get on the neck a cuff; - For in ages past you may see plain, - These are the tricks of France and Spain, - For to be peaceable and good, - Till they are in a fighting mood, - And then a quarrel they will breed - For any thing they stand in need. - - - - -_A Quaker’s Address to Prince Charles, shewing what was the Cause -and Ground of his Misfortunes._ - - - Now Charles, If thou want’st more sorrow, - Thou may return if ’twere to-morrow, - I know, the Pulpit and the Press - Were the great means of thy distress, - And thou hadst got no wit to guide it, - No Principle thou had provided. - Hadst thou, like Oliver appear’d - In devout mood, thou might been heard: - But a Prince without a principle! - What thou couldst be, I cannot tell. - The Protestants look’d badly on thee, - So many wicked hang upon thee, - And of thy forbearers, they plainly tell, - Of Popery thou bearst a smell. - Thou trustedst nought to ordination, - But thought to force a crown and nation. - I tell thee, Kings reign not by men, - ’Tis a higher pow’r, thou’lt find it plain. - The Pope, the Pagan, and the Turk, - ’Tis all by fire and sword they work: - We Quakers are of greater merit. - We conquer none but by the Spirit; - But thou, and each thy like’s a cheat, - That pretend to rule the turns of fate, - And will fight against the great decree, - As of winds and waves would ruler be,---- - The Pope pretends to curse and bless, - And yet cannot create a Louse, - Nor make a dead beast live again, - For all the might he does preten’: - Yet claims a power in heav’n and earth, - Of judgment here there is a dearth, - But O! what madness fills their head? - To pray to saints thousand years dead! - If dead men had such power to sell, - Many of them wou’d been living still. - And if those dead men they could hear us, - They might sometimes send news to cheer us. - - By Yea and Nay, the Popes are thieves, - And he’s as stupid that believes - These roguish priests, who pardons sell, - Or yet pray back a soul from hell. - He’s surely of the devil’s kind, - Who thus deludes the vulgar blind; - And who adheres to such a college, - Will be destroy’d for lake of knowledge, - With Beads and Waffers, the Devil’s batter, - Your musty Mass, and Holy Water, - Wherewith ye blind the souls of men, - For to encrease your worldly gain, - Done with pretence of holiness: - O hypocrites, why live ye thus? - You thump, you mump, with face awray, - And at one time ye rob and pray, - Pretend so much to chastitie, - None of your priests can married be, - Yet run like rams, and lead lewd lives, - Ye’re but a pack of venereal thieves: - You practise cuckoldom and whoredom, - That innocents have no freedom, - Dreading the power of curse and bless, - You thus put modesty in distress, - Pretending Miracles and Charms, - To keep from evil spirits harms, - Such as Clover-leaves, and branch of Yew, - Will keep the devil from man or cow, - And that Holy Water has such effect, - As make him run and break his neck; - Ay, to the vulgar too you’ll tell, - Of sending letters to heaven or hell, - Bring half burnt souls from Purgatory, - For gold you’ll harle them out in hurry, - And those who cannot money raise, - You’ll do it for butter, beef or cheese; - But they may there stay, eternalie, - Whose friends will not pay you a fee: - I think a stronger delusion, - Was never in any ages known, - The Turk, the Pagan and the Jew, - More mercy have to show than you, - Your ceremonies so ye cook, - The devil gets none but poor fo’k, - Who cannot pay the priest his fee; - Accurs’d be such belief for me.---- - - And now, dear Charles, how dost thou think, - Such doctrine would in Britain stink, - Into a Presbyterian’s nose, - Or any who good plain sense knows? - Dissenters and we they Quakers call, - Protest, they’re not of Israel, - Who pretend a power to damn or save, - Or bear a rule beyond the grave. - All is given us from above, - And souls are saved by mere love; - But the sp’rit of men, which some hold money, - I term it but the devil’s honey, - Wherewith you blind the ignorant, - And cozen them who hate repent: - But as thou profess no principle, - Thou might have turn’d a _What ye will_: - But those who no profession own, - Are of kin to the beasts alone: - They surely have but little wits, - Who esteem no God above their guts. - What wa’st thou sought? What wa’st thou got? - Surely ’twas nothing but thy lot. - Though Popes pretend to rule the earth, - They cause nought but a sp’ritual dearth, - As they can neither rule earth nor sea, - Witness what has behappen’d thee: - It surely makes your Pope a knave, - To pretend a pow’r beyond the grave: - Had his apostolic pow’r been true, - Thou wou’dst been King of Britain now. - Wert thou a Protestant in heart, - I’d wish thee very well in part; - But the last wish thoul’t get from me, - Is, God keep our land of Pop’ry free! - May the throne continue in Protestant race, - And ne’er a Papist fill his place. - Thus saith to thee an honest Quaker, - Thou ne’er shalt here be a partaker: - For all Rome’s plots and magic spell, - ’Tis seldom now they prosper well, - Her days of witchcraft are near run, - Few _Ave’s_ or _Te Deum’s_ sung, - A Mass that’s mumbled o’er in haste, - Spoke in the language of the beast, - Which but by few is understood, - Poor chaff instead of sp’ritual food: - But ignorance, the Papists say, - Is unto heaven the nearest way: - But, O ye wretches, this I doubt, - While you the sp’ritual light keep out, - And teach so freely, and off hand, - To break the very Lord’s command, - And on no other things lay hold; - But trust the priest, and give him gold. - All sins by them are pardoned, - So by the nose the poor are led; - Not blinded nations or ideots, - But the rich, learned reprobates, - Who will not from sinning hold, - As long’s they have one bit of gold. - Wo will be to such priests, I say: - For hell’s prepar’d for such as they. - - NATHAN NOMORE. - - - - -*** The Impeachments against Lord GEORGE MURRAY, and JOHN MURRAY -Secretary, accused of treachery by the Public, are here omitted, -thought in some respects to be groundless, at least of Lord GEORGE: -For there is never a Battle lost, but the Commander gets the Blame, -and when one is won, the Commander gets all the Praise, as if the -Soldiers had done nothing: And it is further observed, after the -loss of a Battle, it is the cry of the Public and the run-away -Soldiers, WE ARE SOLD, WE ARE SOLD. - - -THE following COPY, mentioned by Lords Kilmarnock and Balmerino, -on the day of their execution, is here inserted _verbatim_.----The -Public are left to judge whether it is spurious or not, as the -Author does not pretend to judge in the affair: Only it was judged -spurious by Duke William himself, and several officers, who knew -the order of war. - - - Copy _of the_ REBELS’ ORDERS before the BATTLE of CULLODEN, - (_said to be_) found in the Pocket of one of the Prisoners. - -Parole, _Roy Jaques_. - -“IT is his ROYAL HIGHNESS’ positive orders, that every person -attach himself to some Corps of the Army, and remain with the -Corps night and day, until the Battle and Pursuit be finally over: -And to give no Quarters to the ELECTOR’S Troops, on any account -whatsoever.----This regards the Foot, as well as the Horse.----The -Order of Battle is to be given to every General Officer and -Commander of a Regiment or Squadron. - -“IT is required and expected of each Individual in the Army, -as well Officer as Soldier, that he keep the Post he shall be -allotted: And if any man turn his back to run away, the next behind -such man is to shoot him. - -“NO body, upon pain of death, is to strip the slain, or plunder, -until the battle is over.----The Highlanders to be in Kilts, and no -body to throw away their Guns.” - - (_Signed_) - - GEORGE MURRAY, _Lt. Gen._ - - - - -_Miss FLORA’S Lament._ A SONG. - - -Tune. _Woes my heart that we should sunder._ - - When that I from my darling pass’d, - My love increas’d like young Leander, - With the parting kiss, the tears fell fast, - Crying, woes my heart that we should sunder. - - O’er mountains, glens, and raging seas, - When wind and waves did roar like thunder, - Them I’d encounter again with ease, - That we were ne’er at all to sunder. - - O yet I did to Malton go, - And left my darling Swain to wander; - Where was one friend, were fifty foe; - And I myself was then brought under. - - By a rude band of bloody hue, - Because I lov’d a young Pretender; - If it were undone, I would it do, - O’er hills and dales, with him I’d wander. - - From ship to ship, was toss’d about, - And to the Nore did me surrender; - Crouds of rude hands, I stood them out, - And lov’d none like my young Pretender.[42] - - To great London, I came at last, - And still avow’d my passion tender; - Thinking for death I would be cast, - For serving of my young Pretender. - - But thanks be to the Georgian race, - And the English laws, I judg’d untender; - For they thought nought of all my case, - Although I lov’d a young Pretender. - - They charg’d me to the Highlands go, - For womens’ wit, and strength was slender; - As I ne’er in arms appear’d as foe, - In defence of a young Pretender. - - O were my Swain at Malton gate, - Or yet at Sky I’d be his lover; - In spite of all the laws of late, - I would call him sweet darling Rover. - - - - -_The AUTHOR’S Address to all in general._ - - - Now gentle readers, I have let you ken, - My very thoughts, from heart and pen, - ’Tis needless now for to conten, - Or yet controule, - For there’s not a word o’t I can men’, - So ye must thole. - - For on both sides, some were not good, - I saw them murd’ring in cold blood, - Not th’ gentlemen, but wild and rude, - The baser sort, - Who to the wounded had no mood, - But murd’ring sport. - - Ev’n both at Preston and Falkirk, - That fatal night ere it grew mirk, - Piercing the wounded with their durk, - Caus’d many cry, - Such pity’s shown from Savage and Turk, - As peace to die. - - A woe be to such a hot zeal, - To smite the wounded on the fiel’, - It’s just they get such groats in kail, - Who do the same, - It only teaches cruelty’s real, - To them again. - - I’ve seen the men call’d Highland Rogues, - With Lowland men, make _shange_ a brogs, - Sup kail and brose, and fling the cogs - Out at the door, - Take cocks, hens, sheep and hogs, - And pay nought for. - - I see’d a Highlander, ’twas right drole, - With a string of puddings, hung on a pole, - Whip’d o’er his shoulder, skipp’d like a fole, - Caus’d Maggy bann, - Lap o’er the midden and midden-hole, - And aff he ran. - - When check’d for this, they’d often tell ye, - Indeed _her nainsel’s_ a tume belly. - You’ll no gi’et wanting bought, nor sell me, - _Hersel_ will haet, - Go tell King Shorge, and Shordy’s Willie, - I’ll hae a meat. - - I see’d the soldiers at Linton-brig, - Because the man was not a Whig, - Of meat and drink, leave not a skig - Within his door, - They burnt his very hat and wig, - And thumpt him sore. - - And thro’ the Highlands they were so rude, - As leave them neither clothes nor food, - Then burnt their houses to conclude, - ’Twas tit for tat, - How can _her nainsel’_ ere be good, - To think on that. - - And after all, O shame and grief, - To use some worse than murd’ring thief, - Their very gentlemen and chief, - Unhumanly, - Like Popish tortures, I belief, - Such cruelty. - - Ev’n what was act on open stage, - At Carlisle in the hottest rage, - When mercy was clapt in a cage, - And pity dead, - Such cru’lty approv’d by every age, - I shook my head. - - So many to curse, so few to pray, - And some aloud huzza did cry, - They curs’d the Rebel Scots that day, - As they’d been nout - Brought up for slaughter, as that way - Too many rowt. - - Therefore, Alas! dear countrymen, - O never do the like again, - To thirst for vengeance, never ben - Your guns nor pa’ - But with th’ English, e’en borrow and len, - Let anger fa’. - - Their boasts and bullyings, not worth a louse, - As our king’s the best about the house, - ’Tis ay good to be sober and douce, - To live in peace, - For many I see, for being o’er crouse, - Gets broken face. - - - - - _JOHN HIGHLANDMAN’S_ - - _REMARKS ON GLASGOW._ - - -[The following is what may be termed a ‘Chap-book Version’ of _John -Highlandman’s Remarks on Glasgow_. It is taken from a chap-book -published anonymously in Glasgow in 1823. In no material respect -does it differ from the other copies still to be found. M‘Vean -was the first to attribute the verses to Graham. The assumption -has generally been that in point of time this is one Graham’s -earliest productions, after his _History of the Rebellion_, and it -is certainly the most popular of his metrical pieces. It furnishes -an interesting description of Glasgow about the middle of last -century.] - - -JOHN HIGHLANDMAN’S REMARKS ON GLASGOW. - - Her nainsel into Glasgow went, - An errand there to see’t, - And she never saw a bonnier town - Standing on her feet. - - For a’ the houses that be tere - Was theekit wi’ blue stane, - And a stane ladder to gang up, - No fa’ to break her banes. - - I gang upon a stany road, - A street they do him ca’, - And when me seek the chapman’s house, - His name be on the wa’. - - I gang to buy a snish tamback, - And standing at the corse, - And tere I see a dead man, - Was riding on his horse. - - And O! he be a poor man, - And no hae muny claes, - Te brogues be worn aff his feet, - And me see a’ his taes.[43] - - Te horse had up his muckle fit - For to gie me a shap, - And gaping wi’ his great mouth - To grip me by the tap. - - He had a staff into his hand, - To fight me an’ he coud, - But hersel be rin awa frae him, - His horse be unco proud. - - But I be rin around about, - And stand about the guard,[44] - Where I see the deil chap the hours, - Tan me grew unco feared.[45] - - Ohon! Ohon! her nainsel said, - And whare will me go rin? - For yonder be the black man - That bums the fouk for sin. - - I’ll no pe stay nae langer tere, - But fast me rin awa, - And see the man thrawin te rapes - Aside te Broomielaw.[46] - - An’ O she pe a lang tedder, - I spier’t what they’ll do wi’t, - He said to hang the Highlandmen - For stealing o’ their meat. - - Hout, hersel’s an honest shentleman, - I never yet did steal, - But when I meet a muckle purse, - I like it unco weel. - - Tan fare ye weel ye saucy fellow, - I fain your skin wad pay; - I cam to your toun the morn but, - An’ I’ll gang out yesterday. - - Fan I gang to my quarter-house, - The door was unco braw, - For here they had a cow’s husband, - Was pricked on the wa’.[47] - - O tere me got a shapin ale, - An’ ten me got a supper, - A filthy choud o’ chappit meat - Boiled amang a butter. - - It was a filthy dirt o’ beef, - His banes was like te horn, - She was a calf wanting the skin, - Before that she was born. - - I gang awa into the kirk - To hear a Lawland preach, - And mony a bonny sang they sing, - Tere books they did them teach. - - And tere I saw a bonny mattam, - Wi’ feathers on her waim, - I wonder an’ she be gaun to flee, - Or what be in her myn.[48] - - Another mattams follow her, - Wha’s arse was round like cogs! - And clitter clatter cries her feet-- - She had on iron brogues.[49] - - And tere I saw another mattam - Into a tarry seck, - And twa mans pe carry her, - Wi’ rapes about hims neck. - - She pe sae fou o’ vanity, - As no gang on the grun, - But twa poor mans pe carry her - In a barrow covert aboon.[50] - - Some had a fish-tail to their mouth,[51] - And some pe had a ponnet, - But my Janet and Donald’s wife - Wad rather hae a bannock. - - - - -_THE TURNIMSPIKE._ - - -[_The Turnimspike_ has had more attention paid to it by literary -antiquaries than any of Graham’s other metrical productions, -excepting, of course, his _History of the Rebellion_. It has always -been regarded as being from Graham’s pen, and Sir Walter Scott -said it alone was sufficient to entitle him to immortality. Burns -admired it on account of its local humour. The verses appeared in -Herd’s Collection of 1769; and they have been here taken from the -edition of 1776.] - - -THE TURNIMSPIKE. - - Her sel pe Highland shentleman, - Pe auld as Pothwell prig, man; - And mony alterations seen - Amang the Lawland whig, man. - _Fal lal_, &c. - - First when her to the Lowlands came, - Nain sell was driving cows, man: - There was nae laws about hims narse, - About the breeks or trouse, man. - _Fal lal_, &c. - - Nain sell did wear the philapeg, - The plaid prik’t on her shouder; - The gude claymore hung pe her pelt, - The pistol sharg’d wi’ pouder. - _Fal lal_, &c. - - But for whereas these cursed preeks, - Wherewith mans narse be lockit, - O hon, that ere she saw the day! - For a’ her houghs pe prokit. - _Fal lal_, &c. - - Every thing in the Highlands now, - Pe turn’t to alteration; - The sodger dwal at our door cheek, - And that’s te great vexation. - _Fal lal_, &c. - - Scotland be turn’t a Ningland now, - And laws pring on the cadger: - Nain sell wad durk him for hur deeds, - But oh she fears the sodger. - _Fal lal_, &c. - - Another law came after that, - Me never saw the like, man; - They mak a lang road on the crund, - And ca’ him turnimspike, man. - _Fal lal_, &c. - - And wow she pe a ponny road, - Like Louden corn rigs, man; - Whare twa carts may gang on her, - And no break others legs, man. - _Fal lal_, &c. - - They sharge a penny for ilka hors, - In troth they’l be nae sheaper, - For nought but gaen upo’ the crund, - And they gie me a paper. - _Fal lal_, &c. - - They tak the hors then pe the head, - And there they mak them stand, man. - I tell’d them that I seen the day - They had na sic command, man, - _Fal lal_, &c. - - Nae doubts nain-sell maun draw his purs, - And pay them what him’s like, man: - I’ll see a shudgement on his store, - That filthy turnimspike, man. - _Fal lal_, &c. - - But I’ll awa to the Highland hills, - Where nere a ane sall turn her; - And no come near your turnimspike, - Unless it pe to purn her. - _Fal lal_, &c. - - - - -_TUGAL M‘TAGGER._ - - -[This piece sometimes appears in old chap-books under the heading -of _Dugald M‘Taggart_, no doubt the proper name of the hero, but -it is one that scarcely fits the rhyme. The reading here used is -sustained by usage, and has the further advantage of being--shall -we say?--more euphonious. M‘Vean attributes the song to Graham. It -was probably composed about the year 1772, on the occasion of the -passing of the first Sequestration Act, 12 Geo. III., c. 72. The -following is reprinted from an old broadside version long popular -in Glasgow. The air is given as--‘The Hills of Glendoo.’] - - -TUGAL M‘TAGGER. - - Would you’ll know me, my name it is Tugal M‘Tagger, - She’ll brought hersel’ down frae the braes o’ Lochaber, - To learn her nainsel’ to be praw haberdabber, - Or fine linen-draber, the tane or the twa. - - She’ll being a stranger, she’ll look very shy-like: - She’s no weel acquaint wi’ your laigh kintra dialect; - But hoogh! never heed, she’s got plenty o’ Gaelic-- - She comes frae ta house at the fit o’ Glendoo. - - [But her kilt she’ll exchange for ta praw tandy trowser, - An’ she’ll learn to ta lady to scrap an’ to pow, sir, - An’ say to ta shentlemans--How did you’ll do, sir? - An’ ten she’ll forget her poor friens at Glendoo. - - An’ when she’ll pe spoket the laigh kintra jabber, - She’ll gi’e hersel’ out for ta Laird o’ Lochaber, - Shust come for amusements to turn haberdabber, - For tat will pe prawer tan herding ta cow.][52] - - She’ll got a big shop, an’ she’ll turn’d a big dealer; - She was caution hersel’, for they’ll no sought no bailer, - But Tugal M‘Tagger hersel’ mak’s a failure-- - They’ll call her a bankrumpt, a trade she’ll not know. - - They’ll called a great meeting, she’ll look very quate now, - She’ll fain win awa’, but they’ll tell her to wait now; - They’ll spoket a lang time, ’pout a great estate now: - She’ll thocht that they’ll thocht her the laird o’ Glendoo. - - They’ll wrote a long while about a trust deeder, - She’ll no write a word, for hersel’ couldna read her, - They’ll sought compongzition, hoogh, hoogh, never heed her-- - There’s no sic a word ’mang the hills o’ Glendoo. - - But had she her durk, hersel’ would devour them, - They’ll put her in jail when she’ll stood there before them; - But faith she’ll got out on a hashimanorum,[53] - And now she’s as free as the win’s on Glendoo. - - - - -_HAD AWA FRAE ME, DONALD._ - - -[Stenhouse, in his _Lyric Poetry and Music of Scotland_, suggests -that _Had Awa Frae Me, Donald_, was probably written by the same -hand as _Turnimspike_. In view of the strong likeness which exists -between the two pieces, and the fact that no author has been found -for the lines on the following pages, we have no hesitation in -admitting them among works probably written by Graham. The view -here given is reprinted from--‘The Black Bird: a choice collection -of the most celebrated songs. Few of which are to be found in any -collection. By William Hunter, Philo-Architectonicæ. Edinburgh: -Printed by J. Bruce and Company: And sold by John Moir, Book-Binder -in Bell’s Wynd. MDCCLXIV.’ It is also in Herd’s Collection of -1776.] - - -HAD AWA FRAE ME, DONALD. - - O will you hae the tartan plaid, - Or will you hae ta ring, mattam, - Or will you hae ta kiss o’ me, - And dats ta pretty ting, mattam. - Had awa’, bide awa’, - Had awa’ frae me, Donald, - I’ll neither kiss, nor hae a ring, - Nae tartan plaids for me, Donald. - - O see you not her ponny progues, - Her fecket plaid, plew, creen, mattam, - Her twa short hose, and her twa spiogs, - And a shoulter pelt apoon, mattam. - Had awa’, bide awa’, - Had awa’ frae me, Donald, - Nae shoulder belts, nae trink abouts, - Nae tartan hose for me, Donald. - - Hur can peshaw a petter hough - Tan him wha wears the crown, mattam; - Her sell hae pistol and claymore, - Tae flie ti’ lallant loon, mattam. - Had awa’, had awa’, - Had awa’ frae me, Donald, - For a your houghs and warlike arms, - You’re not a match for me, Donald. - - Hur sell hae a short coat pi pote, - No trail my feets at rin, mattam, - A cutty sark of guide harn sheet, - My mitter he pe spin, mattam. - Had awa’, had awa’, - Had awa’ frae me, Donald; - Gae hame and hap your naked houghs, - And fash nae mair wi’ me, Donald. - - You’s ne’er pe pidden work a turn - At ony kind o’ spin, mattam, - But shug your lenno in a scull, - And tidel highland sing, mattam. - Had awa’, had awa’, - Had awa’ frae me, Donald, - Your jogging sculls, and highland sang, - Will sound but harsh wi’ me, Donald. - - In ta morning, when him rise, - Ye’s get fresh whey for tea, mattam, - Sweet milk an ream, as much you please, - Far sheaper tan pohea, mattam. - Had awa’, bide awa’, - Had awa’ frae me, Donald, - I wadna quit my morning’s tea; - Your whey will ne’er agree, Donald. - - Haper Gallick yes pe learn, - An tats ta ponny speak, mattam, - Ye’s get a cheese, and putter kirn, - Come wi’ me kin ye like, mattam. - Had awa’, had awa’, - Had awa’ frae me, Donald, - Your Gallick, and your Highland chear, - Will ne’er gae doun wi’ me, Donald. - - Fait yes pe ket a silder protch, - Pe pigger as the moon, mattam, - Ye’s ride in curroch stead o’ coach, - And wow put ye’ll pe fine, mattam. - Had awa’, had awa’, - Had awa’ frae me, Donald, - For all your Highland rarities, - You’re not a match for me, Donald. - - What’s tis ta way tat ye’ll pe kind - To a protty man like me, mattam, - Sae lang claymore pe po my side, - I’ll nefer marry thee, mattam. - O come awa’, run awa’, - O come awa’ wi’ me, Donald, - I wadna quit my Highland man, - Frae Lallands set me free, Donald. - - -END OF VOL. I. - - - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[1] _Paisley Magazine_, December, 1828. - -[2] _Sketches of the Manners, Customs, and Scenery of Scotland._ -1811. - -[3] Chambers’ _Illustrious Scotsmen_, vol. ii., p. 488. - -[4] Strang’s _Glasgow and its Clubs_, 2nd edit., p. 77. - -[5] _Humorous Chap-Books of Scotland_, p. 184. - -[6] Stenhouse’s _Lyric Poetry and Music of Scotland_ (edited by Dr. -David Laing), p. 112*. - -[7] _Glasgow and its Clubs_, 2nd ed., p. 80. - -[8] Fraser’s _Humorous Chap-Books of Scotland_, p. 192. - -[9] _Humorous Chap-Books of Scotland_, p. 172. - -[10] Stenhouse’s _Lyric Poetry and Music of Scotland_, p. 112*. - -[11] _Glasgow and its Clubs_, 2nd Ed., p. 77. - -[12] _History of Poetry in Scotland_, by Alex. Campbell. Edin. -1798, p. 307. - -[13] _Hist. Glas._, 2nd ed., 1830, _appendix_. - -[14] Strang’s _Glasgow and its Clubs_, p. 82, _note_. - -[15] _Jacobite Songs and Ballads of Scotland_, p. 297. - -[16] Bell’s _Commentaries on the Law of Scotland_ (edited by John -M‘Laren, advocate), vol. ii. pp. 281-2. - -[17] _A Pedlar’s Pack of Ballads and Songs_, by W. H. Logan, p. 442. - -[18] _Paisley Magazine_, December 1828. - -[19] _Paisley Magazine._ - -[20] _Ante_, p. 29. - -[21] _Reliques of Robert Burns_, p. 434. - -[22] The reference is to Burns. Cromek’s quotation is from -Grahame’s _Birds of Scotland_, vol. ii. p. iv. - -[23] _Works of Robert Burns._ Kilmarnock edition, vol. ii. p. 286. - -[24] _Works of Robert Burns._ Edinburgh, 1877-79, vol. i. p. 16. - -[25] There were several chap-books with this title in circulation. -We have before us one bearing the same name, published in Edinburgh -in 1764; and another, _The Accomplished Courtier_, also issued in -Edinburgh in the same year, but they are both totally different -from the Stirling publication. - -[26] _Humorous Chap-Books of Scotland_, p. 151. - -[27] _Humorous Chap-Books of Scotland_, p. 151. - -[28] Mr. John Ashton, in his _Chap-Books of the Eighteenth -Century_, a work dealing exclusively with the chap literature of -England, traces what appears to be an original edition of _Simple -Simon_, ‘printed and sold in Aldermary Church Yard, London.’ The -publishers there, he informs his readers in his introduction, were -William and Cluer Dicey, originally of Northampton, who started a -branch of their business in London subsequent to 1720. - -[29] _The Glasgow Athenæum_, August 10, 1850 (No. 2), p. 18. - -[30] _The Glasgow Athenæum_, p. 18. - -[31] In the catalogue of the second portion of the library of the -late Dr. David Laing, sold two or three years ago, there was a -collection of chap-books (lot 795) in which this work is mentioned. -The lot was “passed,” probably because it had disappeared, and -consequently we have been unable to come across it. The fact is to -be regretted, as there is every reason to believe the copy would be -unique. - -[32] _Glasgow and its Clubs_, 2nd ed., p. 82, _note_. - -[33] _Paisley Magazine._ - -[34] _Glasgow and its Clubs_, 2nd ed., p. 77. - -[35] _Humorous Chap-Books of Scotland_, pp. 215-16. - -[36] _Chap-Books of the Eighteenth Century_, by John Ashton, p. -vii. _intro._ - -[37] _Works of Allan Ramsay_, Fullarton’s ed. vol. i. p. 17. - -[38] Dr. Carlyle’s _Autobiography_, p. 89. - -[39] _Reminiscences of Scottish Life and Character_, 21st ed., p. -viii. - -[40] _Ibid._ 21st ed., p. 249. - -[41] _Pounds Sterling._ - -[42] The preceding five stanzas are all of this song given in the -Aberdeen (1850) edition. In the other editions it is given as in -the one of 1774, and, of course, as it is reproduced here. - -[43] The equestrian statue of King William III., presented by -Governor Macrae to Glasgow, his native city, and erected opposite -the Tontine, at the Cross, in 1735. It was cast in Holland. The -classical style of dress, including primitive sandals, in which the -King is represented, gave rise to the idea in ‘John Highlandman’s’ -mind that His Majesty was a ‘poor man.’ - -[44] The old guardhouse, in the Trongate, at the foot of the -Candleriggs. Like many of the houses in Glasgow at the time, it had -a colonnaded front, which projected into the street, and made it -a feature of the city. Here the citizens took duty by turns, for -these were the days when policemen were unknown. - -[45] It is on record that a clockmaker in the Trongate had at that -time in his window a clock, on which a figure of the ‘Deil’ was -shown as ‘chapping’ the hours. - -[46] There were several roperies in the vicinity of the Broomielaw. - -[47] The reference is to the Black Bull Inn--‘the cow’s -husband’--situated at the West Port, which was then in the -Trongate, at the head of Stockwell Street. It was one of the most -famous hostleries in the west country. - -[48] Rather an obscure reference, but it may probably find an -explanation in the following statement in Fairholt’s _Costume -in England_, p. 567:--‘Feather muffs are mentioned in Anstey’s -_New Bath Guide_, and became fashionable in George III.’s reign.’ -Another alternative is that it may refer to what were then known as -Spanish fans. - -[49] Probably pattens, then in common use. - -[50] A long drawn out description of a sedan chair. Carriages had -not yet come into vogue. The first private carriage seen in Glasgow -belonged to Allan Dreghorn, a timber merchant and carpenter and -joiner, who built one for himself in 1752. - -[51] Perhaps a reference to the ‘ties’ of the lady’s bonnet. - -[52] The two stanzas within brackets are not in several chap-book -copies. The many verbal differences indicate that attempts have -been made to touch up the song, but the absence of any very early -copy of it, makes it impossible to obtain an absolutely pure text. -These alterations, however, in no way affect the narrative. - -[53] A wonderful rendering of ‘_cessio bonorum_.’ - - - - - TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE - - Obvious typographical errors and punctuation errors have been - corrected after careful comparison with other occurrences within - the text and consultation of external sources. - - Except for those changes noted below, all misspellings in the text, - and inconsistent or archaic usage, have been retained. The spelling - of all Scottish dialect words has been left unchanged. - - Pg 15: ‘is a concensus’ replaced by ‘is a consensus’. - Pg 42: ‘most charateristic’ replaced by ‘most characteristic’. - Pg 58: ‘gave then forth’ replaced by ‘gave them forth’. - Pg 61: “bear-to be ‘printed” replaced by “bears ‘to be printed”. - Pg 61: ‘duodesimo pages’ replaced by ‘duodecimo pages’. - Pg 63: ‘Turnamspike’ should probably be ‘Turnimspike’ and - “Jockie and Maggie’s” should probably be “Jocky and Maggy’s” but - they have been left unchanged since they are quotations from - other books. - Pg 64: ‘Dougald’ should be ‘Dougal’ but also has been left unchanged. - Pg 251 Footnote [42]: ‘of course, as as it is’ replaced by - ‘of course, as it is’. - - In the poetry the only word changes are: - Pg 134: “But all disper’d” replaced by “But all dispers’d”. - Pg 142: ‘But the Higlanders’ replaced by ‘But the Highlanders’. - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Collected Writings of Dougal -Graham, "Skellat" Bellman of Gla, by Dougal Graham and George MacGregor - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WRITINGS OF DOUGAL GRAHAM *** - -***** This file should be named 60365-0.txt or 60365-0.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/0/3/6/60365/ - -Produced by hekula03, John Campbell and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -book was produced from images made available by the -HathiTrust Digital Library.) - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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If you are not located in the United States, you'll -have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using -this ebook. - - - -Title: The Collected Writings of Dougal Graham, "Skellat" Bellman of Glasgow, Vol. 1 of 2 - -Author: Dougal Graham - George MacGregor - -Editor: George MacGregor - -Release Date: September 26, 2019 [EBook #60365] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WRITINGS OF DOUGAL GRAHAM *** - - - - -Produced by hekula03, John Campbell and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -book was produced from images made available by the -HathiTrust Digital Library.) - - - - - - -</pre> - - - -<div class="transnote"> -<p><strong>TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE</strong></p> - -<p>This book was limited to a printing of 250 copies; this etext is -derived from copy #187 (the number in the book is handwritten).</p> - -<p>Footnote anchors are denoted by <span class="fnanchor">[number]</span>, and the footnotes have been -placed at the end of the book.</p> - -<p>The four battle-plan illustrations have each been moved to the end -of the Chapter in which they appear.</p> - -<p class="customcover">The cover image was created by the transcriber -and is placed in the public domain.</p> - -<p>Some other minor changes to the text are noted at the <a href="#TN">end of the book.</a></p> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p class="p6" /> - -<h1>COLLECTED WRITINGS -<br /><br /> -<span class="fs60">OF</span><br /> -<br /> -<span class="fs150 lsp2">DOUGAL GRAHAM.</span></h1> - -<p class="p6" /> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p class="p6" /> - -<p class="center"> -<em>Impression strictly limited to 250 copies, of<br /><br /> -which this copy is No. 187</em> <span class="pad10"> </span></p> - -<p class="p1 center"><em>Types taken down.</em></p> -<p class="p6" /> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a name="FP" id="FP"></a> -<img src="images/frontis.jpg" width="400" alt="" /> -<div class="caption"> -<span class="smcap">Portrait of Dougal Graham</span><br /> -<span class="fs80"><em>From Woodcut in 1774 (3rd) Edition of ‘History of the Rebellion.’</em></span><br /> -<p class="right fs80"><em>Frontispiece to Vol. I.</em></p> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p class="p2" /> - -<div class="tpage"> -<br /> -<p class="fs90 lsp">THE</p> -<br /> -<p class="fs135">COLLECTED WRITINGS</p> -<br /> -<p class="fs60">OF</p> - -<p class="fs250 smcap lsp2">Dougal Graham</p> - -<p class="fs90 smcap">‘Skellat’ Bellman of Glasgow</p> -<br /> -<br /> -<p class="fs80">EDITED WITH NOTES</p> - -<p class="fs70"><em>Together with a Biographical and Bibliographical Introduction, and a Sketch<br /> -of the Chap Literature of Scotland</em></p> -<br /> -<br /> -<p class="fs60">BY</p> - -<p class="fs100 lsp">GEORGE MAC GREGOR</p> - -<p class="fs70"><em>Author of ‘The History of Glasgow’ and Member of the Glasgow<br /> -Archæological Society</em></p> -<br /> -<br /> -<p class="fs100 lsp2"><em>IN TWO VOLUMES</em></p> -<p class="fs100"><em>VOL. I.</em></p> -<br /> -<br /> -<p class="antiqua lsp">For Subscribers and Private Circulation</p> -<p class="fs80">GLASGOW: THOMAS D. MORISON</p> -<p class="fs60">MDCCCLXXXIII</p> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> -<p class="p4" /> - -<h2 class="no-brk lsp2"><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a><a href="#CONTENTS"><em>PREFACE.</em></a></h2> -<hr class="r10" /> - - -<p class="noindent">Sir Walter Scott and William Motherwell, it has been -recorded, both intended to do something towards the preservation -of the works and fame of the literary pedlar and bellman -of Glasgow: the former by reprinting the first edition of <em>The -History of the Rebellion</em>, and the latter by a history of the -Chap Literature of Scotland, in which, of course, Dougal -Graham should have been a prominent figure. Neither of -these eminent Scotsmen, however, found fitting opportunity -to carry their intentions into effect. This is all the more to -be regretted when it is considered that few men were better -able to undertake the task they had proposed for themselves. -In the fifty years that have elapsed since Scott and Motherwell -made the world acquainted with their abandoned projects, -no serious attempt has been made to preserve the -writings of Dougal Graham. These works have been -floating about the country in unconsidered fragments, and, -notwithstanding the efforts of a few gentlemen of the past -and present generations, have ever been in danger of utter -destruction.</p> - -<p>The Editor of these volumes has endeavoured to combine -the intentions of Scott and Motherwell. After long and careful -search, he has been able to bring together extremely rare -and unique editions of Graham’s chap-books. Many of these -works are rich in illustration of the manners and customs of -the people during the period of their first publication; and the -Editor, by foot-notes, and otherwise, has tried to explain -obscurities, or trace the origin and development of peculiar -customs. He has also noted many passages containing valuable -contributions to the folk-lore literature of Scotland. The -various editions that have come under his notice have been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> -carefully collated; and while the oldest editions are here given, -any important differences between them and subsequent issues -have been marked. The Editor considered it no part of his -duty to ‘improve’ his author, for he believed that to the extent -he sought to effect such so-called ‘improvements,’ the -work would cease to be that of Graham. Every production -has been given, as far as could be found, in the condition in -which it proceeded from his pen; and by doing this the -Editor thought he would best perform his duty to his author -and to the public. A glossary of obsolete, or imperfectly -understood, words, has been given at the end of the second -volume.</p> - -<p>In the prosecution of his labours, the Editor laid himself -under obligation to George Gray, Esq., Clerk of the Peace, -Glasgow, whose unequalled collection of the popular literature -of Scotland (many of the most valuable specimens having -once been in the possession of the late Dr. David Laing) -has been laid under heavy contribution; to Alex. Macdonald, -Esq., Lynedoch Street; Matthew Shields, Esq., Secretary -of the Stock Exchange, Glasgow; John Wordie, Esq., -Buckingham Terrace; Prof. George Stephens, LL.D., F.S.A., -Copenhagen; Thomas Gray, Esq., Ashton Terrace; and -John Alexander, Esq., West Regent Street. His thanks -are also due to J. Whiteford Mackenzie, Esq., W. S., Edinburgh; -J. T. Clark, Esq., Advocates’ Library, Edinburgh; -Bailie William Wilson, Glasgow; George W. Clark, Esq., -Dumbreck; and James Richardson, Esq., Queen Street, -Glasgow.</p> - -<p class="p1" /> -<p><span class="smcap">Glasgow</span>, <em>June, 1883</em>.</p> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p> -<p class="p4" /> - -<h2 class="no-brk"><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS OF VOLUME I.</h2> - -<div class="fs80"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="90%" summary=""> -<tr><td class="tdl"></td><td class="tdr fs60">PAGE</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdlx smcap">Preface</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#PREFACE">5</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdlx smcap fs120">Editorial Introduction:</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="fs70">I.</span>—<em>Biography of Dougal Graham</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#I_BIO">9</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="fs70">II.</span>—<em>The Writings of Dougal Graham</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#II_THE_WRITINGS">28</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="fs70">III.</span>—<em>The Chap-Literature of Scotland</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#III_THE_CHAP-LIT">68</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdlx smcap fs120">History of the Rebellion:</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl smcap">Preface</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#PREF2">83</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span> I.—<em>Introduction and Origin of the War, Charles’ landing in Scotland and march to Tranent</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_I">85</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span> II.—<em>Battle of Preston pans—Rebels’ return to Edinburgh, and behaviour there</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_II">97</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><em>Plan of the Battle of Preston</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#MAP_PR">100</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span> III.—<em>Their March into England—Taking of Carlisle—Rout through England and retreat back</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_III">106</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><em>Plan of the Battle of Clifton-Muir</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#MAP_CL">112</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span> IV.—<em>Retaking of Carlisle by Cumberland—His return to London—Battle of Inverurie—The Rebels March from Dumfries by Glasgow to Stirling</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_IV">118</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span> V.—<em>Siege of Stirling Castle—Battle of Falkirk</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_V">126</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><em>Plan of the Battle of Falkirk</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#MAP_FA">130</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span> VI.—<em>The Duke’s return—His Speech to the Army—March to Stirling—Explosion of St. Ninian’s Church</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_VI">140</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span> VII.—<em>The Duke’s arrival at Stirling—The Rebels’ Retreat, and the Rout both Armies took to the North</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_VII">145</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span> VIII.—<em>Blowing up the Castle of Cargarf by Earl of Ancram—Skirmishes at Keith and Inverness &c.</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_VIII">148</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> - <span class="smcap">Chapter</span> IX.—<em>Kings Army pass the Spey—Battle of Culloden—Defeat of Rebels &c.</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_IX">157</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><em>Plan of the Battle of Culloden Muir</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#MAP_CU">162</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span> X.—<em>Charles’ flight—Arrival in the Isles—Hardships, hidings, and narrow escape</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_X">167</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span> XI.—<em>Procedure of the King’s men against the suspected—Confusion in the Army and severity against the Clans</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_XI">182</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span> XII.—<em>Sundry dangers and hardships on the main shore—Meets with six men who relieve him—Almost starved—Goes to Lochaber—Meets with Lochiel—Gets off from Moidart</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_XII">205</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span> XIII.—<em>Arrives at France—Reception there</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_XIII">218</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span> XIV.—<em>Trial and Execution of severals at Kensington, Brampton, and Carlisle—The Lords Kilmarnock, Cromartie, Balmerino, Lovat, and Charles Ratcliff</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_XIV">221</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span> XV.—<em>Conclusion—Charles interrupts the Congress—Is seized at the Opera—Carried to the Castle of Vincennes—And forced to leave France</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAP_XV">240</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><em>A Quaker’s Address to Prince Charles</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#A_Quakers">245</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><em>Copy of the Rebels’ Orders before the Battle of Culloden</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#The_Impeachments">249</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><em>Miss Flora’s Lament: A Song</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Miss_F">250</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl"><em>The Author’s Address to all in general</em></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#The_AUTHORS">251</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdlx smcap">John Highlandman’s Remarks on Glasgow</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#JOHN_H">255</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdlx smcap">Turnimspike</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_TURNIMSPIKE">261</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdlx smcap">Tugal M‘Tagger</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#TUGAL">265</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdlx smcap">Had awa frae me, Donald</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#HAD_AWA">269</a></td></tr> -</table></div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> -<p class="p4" /> - -<h2 class="no-brk fs120"><a name="ED_INT" id="ED_INT"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">EDITORIAL INTRODUCTION.</a></h2> - -<hr class="r20" /> -<h3 class="fs80"><a name="I_BIO" id="I_BIO"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">I.—BIOGRAPHY OF DOUGAL GRAHAM.</a></h3> - - -<p class="noindent">The negligence of contemporaries by failing to appreciate -the real worth of the great men of their time has often been -a subject of remark. No special case need be cited to give -point to the recurrence of the proposition here, for many such -instances will readily suggest themselves to the mind. The -reasons for this fact are many, and of divergent natures. -Though it is beyond the scope of the present inquiry to -discuss the general question, it may be observed, however, -that some of the more potent causes which in the past have -led to this unfortunate result are being rapidly removed -through the spread of knowledge among the great mass -of the people, and through the remarkable activity of the -press in its various branches. Personal gossip regarding the -hereditarily and individually great is now and then served -up to the public, and it is always received with unmistakable -relish. Autobiography, also, has become fashionable, -and this, within recent years, has often shed light upon -opinions and actions about which some doubts had formerly -existed. These and other circumstances, in themselves perhaps -not unmixed good, will tend to keep the biographers -of the great men of this and the last generation from being -placed in the awkward position in which almost all who -attempt to record the lives of men who have achieved local -or universal fame prior to the present century must at -times find themselves placed. Insufficient data is the great -obstacle in the way of the latter class. Traditions difficult to -credit and as difficult to refute; suggestions more or less<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> -probable; and many obscurities, all incline to make their -work perplexing, and, to a certain extent, unsatisfactory. Yet -the task must be undertaken, and the earlier the better, in -order that such scraps of information as have come down -from the past to the present may be preserved.</p> - -<p>Dougal Graham, the literary pedlar and bellman of Glasgow, -like many a greater man, has suffered unmerited neglect, and -the value of his work was not discovered, or appreciated, until -it was almost too late to retrieve the loss involved by the -remissness of his contemporaries and immediate successors. -Motherwell, lamenting this fact, says very truly, ‘That a man -who, in his day and generation, was so famous, should have -left no dear recollections behind him; some Boswell to record -his life, actions, and conversation, need be subject of admiration -to no one who has reflected on the contemptuous neglect -with which Time often treats the most illustrious dead.’<a name="FNanchor_1" id="FNanchor_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> -Graham was first noticed as having done something for the -literature of his country by Mr. E. J. Spence, of London, who -in 1811 published <em>Sketches of the Manners, Customs, and -Scenery of Scotland</em>. Motherwell, in the short-lived <em>Paisley -Magazine</em>, next set forth fully Graham’s title to the regard -of his compatriots, and rescued a few recollections concerning -him which, in the course of a year or two more, would -have been lost. M‘Vean, in the appendix to his edition -of M‘Ure’s <cite>History of Glasgow</cite>, issued in 1830, added a few -additional particulars. Then Dr. Strang, through the medium -of his work on <cite>Glasgow and its Clubs</cite>, contributed his mite to -the small collection of knowledge concerning our author. -Graham has provided only one or two details about himself; -an advertisement in a Glasgow newspaper fixes the date of -one of the most important events of his life; and Dr. Strang -has preserved some stanzas of an elegy on his death, written -by some unknown poetaster. There, practically, our knowledge -ceases. All beyond what is to be gained from these -sources is tradition or inference, and not a little of what has<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> -thus been put on record has been questioned. A ‘metrical -account of the author,’ according to an existing tradition, was -prefixed to an early issue of Graham’s <cite>History of the -Rebellion of 1745–46</cite>, but owing to the disappearance of the -first and second, and some of the subsequent editions, this -account, if it ever existed, can now afford no assistance, nor -can the tradition itself be traced to its source. Sir Walter -Scott felt interested in Dougal’s work, but unfortunately he -has contributed nothing to his biography, though it is believed -to have been his intention to have done so. Such being the -state of matters, it is only fair at this stage to assume that -comparatively few of the events in the life of Dougal Graham -have been ascertained beyond doubt, and that much that -is related about him might be overturned even by some -minute discovery. The probabilities, however, are against -such a happy occurrence at so remote a period. His career, -in so far as it is known, is not without a touch of romance, -and it furnishes the key to a proper acquaintance with his -works.</p> - -<p>Graham, according to all accounts, was born in the village -of Raploch, near Stirling, in or about the year 1724. If, as -has been supposed, his <cite>History of John Cheap the Chapman</cite> -is autobiographical, this is his own story of that important -event—‘I, John Cheap by chance, at some certain time, -doubtless against my will, was born at the Hottom, near -Habertehoy Mill. My father was a Scots Highlandman, -and my mother a Yorkshire wench, but honest, which causes -me to be of a mongrel kind.’ Should this account be accurate, -the names of the places seem to be veiled; but the uncertainty -as to its application to Graham himself makes it of comparatively -little value. Unfortunately, Nature endowed him with -a deformed body, and his physical defects developed with his -growth. His parents, from their humble position in life, were -unable to give him anything beyond the common education -of the time, which was of a very scant description, but he -seems to have learned more by his native wit than by the -instructions of the schoolmaster. Taught no trade, his youth<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> -would probably be spent at farm work, or at such odd employment -as he could find, it may have been in the weaver’s shop, -or in the saw-pit, much the same, in all likelihood, as his father -had done before him, and as we may still find men doing in -remote country hamlets. Leaving the old home under the -shadow of Stirling Castle, Graham went in his early youth as a -servant to a small farmer in the neighbourhood of the quaint -little village of Campsie. A tradition regarding his residence -there lingered about the place for nearly a century, for Spence -saw traces of a turf cottage said to be the birth-place and early -residence of Dougal Graham.<a name="FNanchor_2" id="FNanchor_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> As there are no good grounds -for questioning the statement that Graham’s birth-place was -Raploch, may it not be considered a feasible idea, in view of -Spence’s remark, that our author’s parents removed to Campsie, -and that he went with them? How long Dougal remained -with the farmer is unknown. Of an unsettled disposition, he, -like his creation <em>John Cheap</em>, made himself a chapman when -very young, in great hopes of being rich when he became old; -and for some years he wandered over the country in the -exercise of his craft. The political events of the time, however, -effected another and more important change in his career, -and rapidly developed in him the mental capabilities with -which nature had, by way of compensation, endowed him.</p> - -<p>The outbreak of the Jacobite Rebellion in 1745 found -Graham ready to follow the Young Chevalier. When the -Highland army was on its southward march, he joined it on -the 13th of September of that year, at the Ford of Frew, on -the Forth. At that time he was probably about twenty-one -years of age. The capacity in which he became attached to -the Prince’s forces has been matter for conjecture. His physical -deformities are assumed to have unfitted him for active -service, and everything points to the conclusion that he was -not a soldier, but rather a sutler, or camp-follower, blending, -probably, his political aspirations with commercial pursuits. -In the preface to his <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite>, he avoids saying<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> -he participated actively in the events he records, but plainly -states that he had ‘been an eye-witness to most of the movements -of the armies, from the rebels first crossing the Ford of -Frew to their final defeat at Culloden.’ Throughout the -whole course of the seven months’ campaign, Graham accompanied -the rebel army, and while he has carefully recorded -its movements, he has given no indication of how he himself -was occupied, or of any adventures that may have fallen to -his share. There can be little doubt that, to a man of his -temperament, the march to Derby and the retreat upon Inverness, -would be highly educative in its effects, by showing -him life in various parts of the country he had in all likelihood -never visited before, and by bringing him into contact -with men of all ranks. In this short period his knowledge of -men and manners would be largely increased, and the experience -thus gained would greatly facilitate the production of -those graphic and truthful descriptions which sometimes adorn—sometimes, -it must also be admitted, tarnish—the literary -efforts of his later years.</p> - -<p>Until this time, Graham is not known to have made any -effort in the direction of literature, though, in view of the -magnitude of the task he set before himself on the conclusion -of the rebellion, it is not improbable he may have -courted the Muses from afar, and indulged in poetical, or -rhythmical, fancies for the amusement of his customers and -entertainers in his youthful chapman days. However that -may be, Dougal, immediately after the disaster at Culloden, -rapidly made his way homewards, and set about committing -to verse a narrative of the expedition of Prince Charles. The -self-imposed duty was great, but he was equal to it. The -battle of Culloden was fought on the 16th of April, 1746, and -five months later Graham’s work was announced. In the -<cite>Glasgow Courant</cite>, of the 29th September, the following advertisement -appeared:—</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>‘That there is to be sold by James Duncan, Printer in Glasgow, in the Saltmercat, -the 2nd Shop below Gibson’s Wynd, a Book intituled A full, particular, -and true Account of the late Rebellion in the Year 1745 and 1746, beginning with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> -the Pretender’s Embarking for Scotland, and then an Account of every Battle, -Siege, and Skirmish that has happened in either Scotland or England.</p> - -<p>‘To which is added, several Addresses and Epistles to the Pope, Pagans, Poets, -and the Pretender: all in Metre. Price Four Pence. But any Booksellers or -Packmen may have them easier from the said James Duncan, or the Author, D. -Grahame.</p> - -<p>‘The like has not been done in Scotland since the Days of Sir David Lindsay.’</p> -</div> - -<p>There is every reason to believe that this work became -popular immediately on its publication. Scattered broadcast -over Scotland by chapmen and others, while the events of -which it treated were still agitating the minds of the people, -Graham’s name by it would be brought boldly to the front, and -there would be opened up for him the possibilities of a career -wider than any he could have contemplated under ordinary -circumstances. In every way the work appears to have been a -success, and the judgment pronounced upon it by Dr. Robert -Chambers has been concurred in by all who have read the -production—‘The poetry is, of course, in some cases a little -grotesque, but <em>the matter</em> of the work is in many instances -valuable. It contains, and in this consists the chief value of -all such productions, many minute facts which a work of more -pretension would not admit.’<a name="FNanchor_3" id="FNanchor_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> Sir Walter Scott’s estimate -of it was not less favourable, for, writing to Dr. Strang in -1830, he said—‘It really contained some traits and circumstances -of manners worth preserving.’<a name="FNanchor_4" id="FNanchor_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></p> - -<p>Although the issue of the <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite> was probably -large, it is remarkable that now, and for many years -past, no copy of the first edition has been known to exist. It -would be difficult to explain the cause of such a total disappearance. -The fact must be regretted both from literary and -bibliographical points of view, for a copy of it, besides being -of interest in itself, would clear up several obscurities and differences -of opinion that have arisen in relation to it and subsequent -editions.</p> - -<p>Prior to the publication of the <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite>,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> -Graham was not a resident in Glasgow, though it is probable -he would be known to many there, for he must have had frequent -occasion to visit the city for the purpose of purchasing -his stock-in-trade. These visits would bring him into contact -with booksellers, and the numerous tradesmen whose wares -would be represented in his miscellaneous pack. The title-page -of his work is said to have contained these lines:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘Composed by the poet, D. Graham,</p> -<p class="verse0">In Stirlingshire he lives at hame.’</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">It would be useless to say whether the wide term ‘Stirlingshire’ -bore reference to Raploch, or to Campsie, as has -been suggested; but the verse may fairly be considered, by -the prefix ‘poet’ to the author’s name, to give countenance -to the inference that Graham was not quite a tyro in the art -of verse-making, and that previous to the publication of his -<em>History</em> he was regarded by his intimate friends, at least, as -having qualified for the title. However that may be, Dougal -seems now to have made Glasgow his home. Possibly he still -continued to ply his calling as a pedlar; but he added to this -a profession for which his natural capabilities specially adapted -him. In Glasgow, he became the poet of passing events. Little -of local importance seemed to have escaped him, and the few -metrical pieces now extant, and attributed to him by various -authorities, can only be regarded as the representatives of an -extensive issue of facetious broadsides and chap-book ballads. -Among those believed to be referable to this period of his life, -are <cite>John Hielandman’s Remarks on Glasgow</cite>, and <cite>Turnimspike</cite>. -Although these have never been acknowledged by Graham -himself, in the formal way that he has acknowledged the authorship -of the <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite>, there <ins class="corr" title="Transcriber's Note—Original text: 'is a concensus'">is a consensus</ins> of -opinion that these two poems are undoubtedly his production. -In them the acquaintance he made with Highland modes of -thought and expression during the progress of the Jacobite -campaign, served him in good stead. M‘Vean attributes a -humorous piece, entitled <cite>Tugal M‘Tagger</cite>, to Graham, but -this has been questioned on several grounds, perhaps the most -forcible suggestion being, that its style and rhythm are liker<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> -the work of Alexander Rodger than of Graham. Personally, -we feel inclined to support M‘Vean, and that for a variety of -reasons, which may be better explained when dealing with -the bibliography of our author’s works; while other metrical -compositions of a similar character will also fall to be considered -under the same head.</p> - -<p>Dougal was now a man of some note, and, in addition, he -is believed to have gradually worked himself into a position -of comparative freedom from pecuniary troubles. In the time -of his poverty he vented his ill nature on his Roman Catholic -fellow-subjects in verse far from elegant, charging them with -having brought about, for reasons best known to himself, the -unsatisfactory state of his exchequer:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘You Papists are a cursed race,</p> -<p class="verse0">And this I tell you to your face;</p> -<p class="verse0">And your images of gold so fine,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their curses come on me and mine.</p> -<p class="verse0">Likewise themselves at any rate,</p> -<p class="verse0">For money now is ill to get.</p> -<p class="verse0">I have run my money to an en’,</p> -<p class="verse0">And have nouther paper nor pen</p> -<p class="verse0">To write thir lines the way you see me,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there’s none for to supplie me.’</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">Like many another man, Graham becomes incoherent when -indulging in strong language. But matters did not always -remain in this sad state, and when he published the second -edition of his <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite> he was able to call himself -‘Dougal Graham, merchant,’ showing he had advanced a -step in his commercial position. There is no reason to suppose -he had a place of business, such as a shop or warehouse, -but the probability is that he had become one of the better -class of chapmen, whose packs contained a large variety of -finer goods than were usually hawked through the country.</p> - -<p>The second edition of the <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite> was published -in 1752, probably with additions to include the adventures -of Prince Charles after the defeat at Culloden. This -edition, like the first, has disappeared, and at present no copy -is known to exist. The re-issue of his work would assist<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> -Graham in his pecuniary affairs, and it is said that he was -able to begin a business which, even in these early days, would -require some little capital. According to M‘Vean, Graham, -after 1752, became a printer, and, like Buchan, the chronicler -of Peterhead, he composed his works and set them up at the -case without committing them to writing; or, as Strang puts -it, he was in the habit of at once spinning thought into typography. -Beyond that there is no information as to Dougal’s -experience at the printing trade, though it must suggest itself -as strange that so many of his chap-books should be issued -by other parties, by Mr. Caldwell of Paisley, for instance, who -is reported by Motherwell to have said:—‘We were aye fain -to get a haud of some new piece frae him.’</p> - -<p>Like Sir Walter Scott, who took a great interest in him and -his works, Graham after a time appears to have turned his -attention more particularly to prose composition, indulging -rarely in verse. The period during which most of his prose -chap-books were written and issued was probably between -1752 and 1774, the latter being the date of the publication of -the third edition of his <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite>; though one -or two are known to have appeared subsequent to that date. -These works would greatly add to his credit with the people, -and there can be no doubt that they had a most extensive -circulation. ‘A’ his works took weel,’ says Mr. Caldwell, -Motherwell’s informant, ‘they were level to the meanest -capacity, and had plenty o’ coarse jokes to season them. I -never kent a history of Dougal’s that stuck in the sale yet.’ -Better testimony as to their popularity could scarcely be -desired; and that the author was awarded a share of the -favour his works received cannot be doubted. It has sometimes -been thought that several of his chap-books were to a -certain extent autobiographical—such, for instance, as <cite>John -Cheap the Chapman</cite>—but the absolute impossibility of separating -fact from fiction makes them of no value in this direction. -Whether printed by himself or others the number of his works -still known to exist prove him to have been a most prolific -writer, and it can be fairly assumed that, in a pecuniary sense,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> -they were successful. None of them appear to have been -published under Graham’s own name, but were either issued -anonymously or under a cognomen which would probably -be well understood in his own time as referring to him, such -as ‘The Scots’ Piper,’ ‘John Falkirk,’ and ‘Merry Andrew at -Tamtallon.’</p> - -<p>An advertisement which appeared in the <cite>Glasgow Journal</cite> of -14th June, 1764, has raised the question of Graham’s domestic -relations. Everything known points to the conclusion that he -never entered into the conjugal yoke. The announcement -spoken of ran thus:—</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>‘<span class="smcap">Notice.</span>—Whereas, Jean Stark, spouse to Dougal Graham, ale-seller, above -the Cross, Glasgow, has parted from her husband, he thinks it proper to inform -the public that she be inhibit by him from contracting debt in his name, or yet -receiving any debt due to him, after this present date.’</p> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">It has been usual to assume that this advertisement had no -reference to our author, and, even though the names are the -same, we see no reason to dissent from the general verdict. -There is neither direct information nor obscure indication of -Graham having at any time been an ‘ale-seller.’ The -incident, however, has given Professor Fraser an opportunity -of pointing out a failing of Dougal’s—‘In one sense, he was -always a large dealer in spirits, but it is not so certain that he -was actually a publican.’<a name="FNanchor_5" id="FNanchor_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> Judging from his works, and if -the few traditions concerning him are to be accepted as -evidence on this point, he was not a teetotaller, but that in -itself was no remarkable circumstance in the times in which -he lived.</p> - -<p>An event of the first importance in Graham’s life was his -appointment to the post of skellat bellman of the city of -Glasgow. One would naturally have thought that in this -matter at least there would have been no room for any dubiety -concerning the various circumstances of the appointment, -especially as it was to a post of some credit under one of the -most ancient municipal corporations in Scotland, but that is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> -not so. The ‘skellat’ bell, it may be explained, was the one -used for ordinary announcements by the town-crier, as the -‘mort’ bell was in use on the intimation of death. In former -times the crier, on obtaining possession of the two bells, had, -according to the Burgh Records, ‘to cum bund for the soume -of thrie scoir pundis’ Scots, or £5 sterling; and in addition -to the importance of the office, it was always regarded as -being of some pecuniary value. As the appointment was in -the gift of the magistrates, it is surprising that no notice is -taken in the Town Council Records of Graham’s incumbency. -Motherwell put himself to some trouble in this matter, and -wrote to Dr. Cleland, author of the <cite>Annals of Glasgow</cite>, then -Superintendent of Public Works in the city, requesting information. -In October, 1828, he received this reply—‘With -regard to Dougal Graham, I may safely say there is nothing -in the Records concerning him. This, from my own knowledge, -corroborated by Mr. Thomson, one of our Town-clerks, -who lately made an index of everything in the books for 150 -years back.’ In order to satisfy himself on this point, the -editor of these volumes took advantage of the opportunity -kindly afforded him of going over the Burgh Records in the -Town Clerk’s Office, and a careful search over the Council -Minutes for a period of fully forty years was unproductive of -any result other than that recorded by Dr. Cleland. As to -the date of the appointment, therefore, some doubt exists. -Turner, a town officer of fully eighty years, told Cleland that -when he was a boy of about ten years of age, he remembered -Graham as bellman, and Motherwell infers from this statement -that our author was enjoying the whole emoluments of -office about 1750. M‘Vean, however, is of a different opinion, -and says Graham could not have been bellman earlier than -1770, ‘as an old gentleman remembers other four bellmen, who -held office before Dougal, and after the year 1764.’ Possibly -Turner’s memory may have been failing him in his old age, -and he may not have been accurate by ten or fifteen years. -M‘Vean was certainly in as good a position as any one to -ascertain the true version, and there seems no reason why his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> -statement should not be accepted in preference to the haphazard -guess by Motherwell.</p> - -<p>Tradition has it that Graham did not obtain the office -of bellman without some little difficulty, because of his connection -with the Jacobite movement. Here is the story -as given by Mr. Caldwell, the Paisley publisher:—‘In his -youth he was in the Pretender’s service, and on that account -had a sair faught to get the place o’ bellman, for the Glasgow -bailies had an illbrew o’ the Hielanders, and were just doun-richt -wicked against onybody that had melled wi’ the rebels; -but Dougie was a pawkey chield, and managed to wyse them -ower to his ain interests, pretending that he was a staunch -King’s man, and pressed into the Prince’s service sair against -his will, and when he was naithing mair than a hafflins callant, -that scarcely kent his left hand frae his richt, or a B frae a -bull’s fit.’ In addition to this subtle reasoning with the -magistrates, Dougal is said by some writers to have effected -very material alterations on the third edition of his <cite>History of -the Rebellion</cite>, published in 1774, in order to please the Whig -patrons of the office to which he aspired. Here is a difficulty -not easily overcome. Caldwell’s information was likely to be -correct, and it is further supported by the knowledge that -during the Jacobite risings the Glasgow bailies, and the -citizens generally, were staunch supporters of the House of -Hanover. The first thought that must suggest itself to the -mind is, that it was not at all likely that Graham would seek -to publish in Glasgow a Jacobite history of the Rebellion, at a -time when the city authorities were applying to Parliament -for an indemnification for the money and supplies levied on -them by the Prince and his army. But assuming that Graham -did publish a history of this complexion, we have M‘Vean’s -statement, to all appearance founded upon a personal knowledge -of the second edition—though he seems to regard it as -the first—in these words:—‘In 1752 Dougal talks of the rebels -with a great deal of virulence; in 1774 he softens his tone, -and occasionally introduces apologies for their conduct.’ -Possibly no one of the present generation, or of the one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> -immediately preceding it, has ever seen a copy of this second -edition; and in the absence of other and more conclusive -evidence, the <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">ipse dixit</i> of M‘Vean must be accepted, and it -goes directly against the assumption that Graham changed -the political colouring of the third edition of his history to -please the Glasgow bailies. If his appointment as bellman -took place in 1750, as Motherwell, on what have been -considered too slender grounds, has suggested, there might -be some reason for entertaining the idea; but taking the -date given by M‘Vean as approximately accurate it seems -altogether out of the question. Caldwell, with his admitted -knowledge of the incident, does not even hint at such an -action on Graham’s part, but only supplies a very feasible -account of the explanation afforded to the magistrates. Then, -again, it could not be the case surely, if the bailies were -‘wicked against onybody that had melled wi’ the rebels,’ -that the best way to appease them would be to introduce -into the <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite> apologies for the conduct of -those whom they regarded with such detestation. Dr. David -Laing, writing, apparently, with a personal acquaintance of -the second edition, says:—‘The second edition, 1752, bears, -“Printed for and sold by Dougal Graham, merchant in -Glasgow.” In the third edition, 1774, the work was entirely -re-written, and not improved.... The first edition is so -extremely rare, that only one copy is known to be preserved, -and, as a literary curiosity, it might be worth reprinting; -although it demolishes the fine story of the author’s difficulty -in obtaining the bellman’s place from the Glasgow bailies, on -account of his being a Jacobite, and having joined the Pretender’s -army.’<a name="FNanchor_6" id="FNanchor_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> But more than that, there are in the third -edition itself some lines which go against the notion of alterations -in respect of the colouring of the events recorded. In -‘The Author’s Address to all in General’ there is this -verse:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘Now, gentle readers, I have let ye ken,</p> -<p class="verse0">My very thoughts, from heart and pen,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Tis needless now for to conten’,</p> -<p class="verse8">Or yet controule,</p> -<p class="verse0">For there’s not a word o’t I can men’,</p> -<p class="verse8">So ye must thole.’</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">He then proceeds to describe barbarities on both sides, of -which he had been witness. In the preface also he says:—‘I -have no dread of any Body’s finding Fault with me for -telling the Truth, because Charles has no Sway here; Duke -William, once the Idol of the loyal British, is gone to the -House of Silence, and, I believe, if I should take the Liberty -to tell the Truth of him, no Body could blame me.’ The -contention here is not that Graham was not sufficiently worldly -to stoop to trimming, but rather that the undoubted alterations -made on the third edition were not of the character -many have imagined them to be. M‘Vean says that many -‘curious passages’ in the 1752 edition were suppressed in -the one of 1774, but he makes that statement with reference -to the toning down of the virulence against the rebels. Of -course the disappearance of the first and second editions precludes -the final and decided settlement of this not unimportant -question, but the arguments and citations now brought forward -can only lead to the impression that Graham made no -alterations on the political tone of the third edition of his -history in order to win the Glasgow bailies over to his cause. -There were alterations and amendments, but these, it may be -surmised, would be more of a literary than political character. -The suggestion that they were of a different nature appears -to have arisen from a mistaken notion of M‘Vean’s statement, -which notion, by some means or other, became connected -with the difficulty Graham had in obtaining the office of bellman. -The two together make a most probable story, but it -is a story which seems to be founded upon insufficient premises. -It is curious that a somewhat similar misunderstanding -arose with regard to Chambers’s <cite>History of the Rebellion of -1745–6</cite>, and that in order to put the public right, the author -had to pen such words as these, as a preface to his seventh<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> -edition:—‘It has been customary to call it [this history] a -Jacobite history. To this let me demur. Of the whole -attempt of 1745 I disapprove as most men do.... But, -on the other hand, those who followed Charles Edward in his -hazardous enterprise, acted according to their lights, with -heroic self-devotion.... Knowing how these men did -all in honour, I deem it but just that their adventures should -be detailed with impartiality, and their unavoidable misfortunes -be spoken of with humane feeling. There is no other -Jacobitism in the book that I am aware of.’</p> - -<p>But leaving the region of debate, it will be refreshing to -turn to a humorous story on record, as to the competition -Graham had to face before he became bellman. There were -many applicants for the situation, and the magistrates decided -that the merits of each should be put to a practical test. Accordingly -all the candidates were instructed to be present on -a certain day in the back-yard of the old Town’s Hospital, -then situated in what is now known as Great Clyde Street. -The magistrates were present as judges, and there were with -them, no doubt, many of the leading citizens to witness the -interesting spectacle. All the other competitors having shown -their skill with the bell, and demonstrated the quality of their -vocal powers, Dougal’s turn came. He entered into the spirit of -the contest, and his physical peculiarities would greatly assist -him. He rang the bell in a surprising manner, and called -out in stentorian tones—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘Caller herring at the Broomielaw,</p> -<p class="verse0">Three a penny, three a penny!’</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">adding, pawkily—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘Indeed, my friends,</p> -<p class="verse2">But it’s a’ a blewflum,</p> -<p class="verse0">For the herring’s no catch’d,</p> -<p class="verse2">And the boat’s no come.’</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">The victory was his, and the other competitors were out of -the reckoning. He had shown himself every way suited for -the office—to be endowed with that ready wit which has always -been a characteristic of the true Scottish bellman—and he was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> -accordingly invested with the official garments, and with the -magisterial authority to exercise his new calling. In the year -1774, probably two or three years after the events just related, -the third edition of Graham’s <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite>, with -amendments, was published. This edition, like its predecessors, -was successful, and it is understood to be the last edition issued -during the author’s lifetime. Dougal, as an official of the Corporation -of Glasgow, had now become a personage of no little -importance in the community. These were not the days of -cheap advertisements, reaching half-a-million readers in a few -hours, or of posters and handbills apprising the lieges of meetings -and sales, or of the lost, stolen, and strayed. All this -Graham, with the aid of his bell, had to intimate to the public. -The ‘trial scene’ affords a specimen of the kind of work he -had to perform. He had also, to a certain extent, to act as -attendant on the magistracy. The story goes that Dougal -was on one occasion passing along the Gallowgate, making -some intimation or another. Several officers of the 42nd Highlanders, -then returned from the American War of Independence, -where their regiment had been severely handled by the -colonists, were dining in the Saracen’s Head Inn, situated at -the foot of the Dovehill. They knew Dougal of old, and they -thought to have a joke at his expense. One of them put his -head out of the window, and called to the bellman—‘What’s -that you’ve got on your back, Dougal?’ This was rather a -personal reference, for Dougal had the misfortune to be -‘humphie backit.’ But he was not put out by the question, -for he at once silenced his interrogator by answering—‘It’s -Bunker’s Hill; do you choose to mount?’ The good stories -about Graham are said to have been legion, but they have, -unfortunately, been allowed to die out; otherwise, a collection -of his jokes and <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">bons mots</i> might have been a formidable rival -to the now classical <cite>Joe Miller</cite>.</p> - -<p>But death put an end to Dougal’s happy-go-lucky existence -while he was still in the prime of life. He died on the 20th -of July, 1779, at the age of fifty-five or fifty-six, in what circumstances, -or of what trouble, cannot now be discovered.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> -These were not the days of newspaper obituaries, or he would -certainly have been awarded a half-column notice. This, of -itself, is unfortunate, for then many biographical details could -have been obtained, and subsequent writers of Graham’s life -would have been able to produce a record of his career more -satisfactory to themselves and their readers. That Dougal did -not die unregretted, is witnessed by an elegy of twelve stanzas, -written at the time of his death by some unknown poetaster. -This lament has, unfortunately, only come down to the present -generation in a fragmentary form, Dr. Strang<a name="FNanchor_7" id="FNanchor_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> having -preserved seven of the verses:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verseq">‘Ye mothers fond! O be not blate</p> -<p class="verse0">To mourn poor Dougal’s hapless fate,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ofttimes you know he did you get</p> -<p class="verse8">Your wander’d weans;</p> -<p class="verse0">To find them out, both soon and late,</p> -<p class="verse8">He spared no pains.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verseq">‘Our footmen now sad tune may sing,</p> -<p class="verse0">For none like him the streets made ring,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nor quick intelligence could bring</p> -<p class="verse8">Of caller fish,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of salmon, herring, cod, or ling,</p> -<p class="verse8">Just to their wish.</p> -</div> -<ins><hr class="tb" /></ins> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verseq">‘The Bull Inn and the Saracen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were both well served with him at e’en,</p> -<p class="verse0">As ofttimes we have heard and seen</p> -<p class="verse8">Him call retour,</p> -<p class="verse0">For Edinburgh, Greenock, and Irvine,</p> -<p class="verse8">At any hour.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verseq">‘The honest wives he pleased right well,</p> -<p class="verse0">When he did cry braw new cheap meal,</p> -<p class="verse0">Cheap butter, barley, cheese, and veal</p> -<p class="verse8">Was selling fast.</p> -<p class="verse0">They often call’d him “lucky chiel,”</p> -<p class="verse8">As he went past.</p> -</div> -<ins><hr class="tb" /></ins> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verseq">‘Had any rambler in the night,</p> -<p class="verse0">Broken a lamp and then ta’en flight,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Dougal would bring the same to light</p> -<p class="verse8">’Gainst the next day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which made the drunk, mischievous wight</p> -<p class="verse8">Right dearly pay.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verseq">‘It is well known unto his praise,</p> -<p class="verse0">He well deserved the poet’s bays,</p> -<p class="verse0">So sweet was his harmonious lays;</p> -<p class="verse8">Loud-sounding fame</p> -<p class="verse0">Alone can tell, how all his days</p> -<p class="verse8">He bore that name.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verseq">‘Of witty jokes he had such store,</p> -<p class="verse0">Johnson could not have pleased you more;</p> -<p class="verse0">Or with loud laughter made you roar</p> -<p class="verse8">As he could do:</p> -<p class="verse0">He had still something ne’er before</p> -<p class="verse8">Exposed to view.’</p> -</div> -<ins><hr class="tb" /></ins> -</div></div> - -<p>In concluding this biographical notice of Dougal Graham, -it will be appropriate to make one or two quotations which -will give a full and just idea of his personality. Our author -seems to have taken a portrait of himself—and through his -modesty it is not too flattering—when he thus delineates -<em>John Cheap, the Chapman</em>:—‘John Cheap the chapman, -was a very comical short thick fellow, with a broad face and -a long nose; both lame and lazy, and something leacherous -among the lasses; he chused rather to sit idle than work at -any time, as he was a hater of hard labour. No man needed -to offer him cheese and bread after he cursed he would -not have it; for he would blush at bread and milk, when -hungry, as a beggar doth at a bawbee. He got the name of -John Cheap the chapman, by his selling twenty needles for -a penny, and twa leather laces for a farthing.’ Mr. Caldwell, -of Paisley, told Motherwell that ‘Dougald was an unco glib -body at the pen, and could screed aff a bit penny history in -less than nae time. A’ his warks took weel—they were level -to the meanest capacity, and had plenty o’ coarse jokes to -season them. I never kent a history of Dougald’s that stack -in the sale yet, and we were aye fain to get a haud of some -new piece frae him.’ Dr. Cleland, on the information of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> -Turner, an old Glasgow town-officer, was able to supply -Motherwell with this notice:—‘When Turner was a boy of -about ten years of age, Dougald was bellman, and being very -poetical, he collected a crowd of boys round him at every -corner where he rang the bell. Turner says that Dougald -was “a bit wee gash bodie under five feet.”’ ‘John Falkirk’ -is believed to have been a nickname assumed by, or applied -to, Graham upon various occasions, and this description of -him is prefixed to one of the editions of <cite>John Falkirk’s -Cariches</cite>, published soon after his death:—‘John Falkirk, -commonly called the <em>Scots Piper</em>, was a curious little witty -fellow, with a round face and a broad nose. None of his -companions could answer the many witty questions he proposed -to them, therefore he became the wonder of the age in -which he lived.... In a word, he was</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseqq">‘“The wittiest fellow in his time,</p> -<p class="verse0">Either for Prose or making Rhyme.”’</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">M‘Vean says:—‘Dougal was lame of one leg, and had a large -hunch on his back, and another protuberance on his breast.’ -Strang, referring to the portrait prefixed to the third edition -of the <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite>, and reproduced in this volume, -thus pictures Graham: ‘Only fancy a little man scarcely five -feet in height, with a Punch-like nose, with a hump on his -back, a protuberance on his breast, and a halt in his gait, -donned in a long scarlet coat nearly reaching the ground, -blue breeches, white stockings, shoes with large buckles, and -a cocked hat perched on his head, and you have before you -the comic author, the witty bellman, the Rabelais of Scottish -ploughmen, herds, and handicraftsmen!’ But here is an even -more graphic pen and ink portrait, some of the details, no -doubt, filled in from imagination, but with the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">tout ensemble</i> -admirably preserved, and true to life:—‘It must have been a -goodly sight to see Dougal in his official robes, the cynosure -of every eye in the busy Trongate, or the life and soul of the -company in Mrs. M‘Larty’s “wee bit public,” where he and his -cronies were wont to quench their native thirst. He must, -indeed, have been a grotesque figure. “A wee bit gash body<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> -under five feet high;” with a round, broad, red and much-seamed -face; a prominent nose, truncated <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">à la Punch</i>; an -Æsopian hump on one shoulder, and a large protuberance on -one breast; legs of unequal length and peculiar shape; a long -scarlet coat hanging down from the shoulders to the ground; -blue breeches set off by white stockings, and large brilliantly -buckled shoes: with an imposing cocked hat perched fiercely -on one side of the massive head.’<a name="FNanchor_8" id="FNanchor_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a></p> - -<p>These word paintings, together with the two portraits given -in this work, will afford the reader a most vivid conception of -the appearance of the king of Scottish chapmen.</p> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r20" /> -<h3 class="fs80"><a name="II_THE_WRITINGS" id="II_THE_WRITINGS"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">II.—THE WRITINGS OF DOUGAL GRAHAM.</a></h3> - - -<p>It must be manifest, from all that has been stated in the -preceding pages, that anything like a complete bibliography of -the works of Dougal Graham is now impossible. This is the -case for many reasons, kindred in their nature to those that -have rendered an absolutely satisfactory biography unattainable; -but more especially because, with the exception of the -<cite>History of the Rebellion</cite>, Graham did not formally, on title-pages -or elsewhere, acknowledge the authorship of the ballads and -prose chap-books attributed to him on more or less trustworthy -authority. Another important point is that he did -not seem to have interfered in any way with their re-issue after -their first publication, for there is evidence that in his life-time -editions were published in various places, other than Glasgow -and Paisley, to all appearance independent of the author.</p> - -<p>Motherwell, in this as in other matters relating to Graham, -acting under the inspiration of information given him by Mr. -George Caldwell, the Paisley publisher, ascribes the following -works to Dougal, adding the dates of the earliest editions he -had in his possession when he wrote his article for the <cite>Paisley -Magazine</cite>:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> - -<div class="blockquotx"> - -<p>The Whole Proceedings of Jockey and Maggy. In five parts. Carefully -corrected and revised by the Author. Glasgow: printed for, and sold by, -the Booksellers in Town and Country. 1783.</p> - -<p>The Comical Sayings of Pady from Cork, with his Coat button’d behind. In -all its parts. Carefully corrected by the Author. Glasgow: printed for -George Caldwell, Bookseller in Paisley. 1784.</p> - -<p>The History and Comical Transactions of Lothian Tom. In six parts. -Glasgow: printed by J. & M. Robertson. 1793.</p> - -<p>The History of John Cheap the Chapman. In three parts. Glasgow: printed -and sold by J. & M. Robertson. 1786.</p> - -<p>The Comical and Witty Jokes of John Falkirk the Merry Piper. Glasgow: -printed in the year 1779.</p> - -<p>The Scots Piper’s Queries, or John Falkirk’s Cariches for the trial of Dull -Wits. (n.d.)</p> - -<p>Janet Clinker’s Orations on the Virtues of Old Women and the Pride of the -Young. (n.d.)</p> - -<p>Leper the Tailor. Two parts. Glasgow, 1779.</p> - -<p>The Comical History of Simple John and his Twelve Misfortunes.</p> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Motherwell adds that ‘John Falkirk’s Jokes and Cariches’ -and ‘Janet Clinker’s Orations’ were frequently found printed -together, and that the last named was sometimes issued as a -separate publication, with the title—‘Grannie M‘Nab’s Lecture -in the Society of Clashing Wives, Glasgow, on Witless Mithers -and Dandy Daughters, who bring them up to hoodwink the -men, and deceive them with their braw dresses, when they -can neither wash a sark, mak’ parritch, or gang to the well.’ -In addition to the works already enumerated, Motherwell -mentions the following, regarding which he says that though -he had no authority for ascribing them to Graham he would -not be surprised to find that he was the author of them:—</p> - -<div class="pad6 fs80"> -Merry Exploits of George Buchanan.<br /> -The Creelman’s [Coalman’s] Courtship.<br /> -The History of Buckhaven.<br /> -</div> - -<p>This concludes Motherwell’s testimony; and here is that -given by Mr. M‘Vean, the antiquarian bookseller, whose -authority can be scarcely less valid than that of the Paisley -Poet. Dr. Strang says:—‘In a manuscript of the late Mr. -M‘Vean, the antiquarian bibliopole of the High Street, we -find the following list of the <em>Opera Dugaldi</em>, so far as he had -met with them, keeping out of view his lyrical productions,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> -which were very numerous. Perhaps no man ever devoted -more time to ferret out bibliographical curiosities connected -with Scotland than Mr. M‘Vean....’:—</p> - -<div class="blockquotx"> - -<p>1. George Buchanan, six parts.</p> - -<p>2. Paddy from Cork, three parts.</p> - -<p>3. Leper the Tailor, two parts.</p> - -<p>4. John Falkirk the Merry Piper.</p> - -<p>5. Janet Clinker’s Oration on the Virtues of the Old, and the Pride of Young, -Women.</p> - -<p>6. John Falkirk’s Curiosities [Cariches], five parts.</p> - -<p>7. John Cheap the Chapman, three parts.</p> - -<p>8. Lothian Tom, six parts.</p> - -<p>9. The History of Buckhaven, with cuts.</p> - -<p>10. Jocky and Maggy’s Courtship, five parts.</p> - -<p>11. The Follower [Follies] of Witless Women; or, the History of Haveral -Wives.</p> - -<p>12. The Young Creelman’s [Coalman’s] Courtship to a Creelwife’s Daughter, -two parts.</p> - -<p>13. Simple John and his Twelve Misfortunes.</p> - -<p>14. The Grand Solemnity of the Tailor’s Funeral, who lay nine days in state -on his own Shop-board; together with his last Will.</p> - -<p>15. The Remarkable Life and Transactions of Alexander Hamwinkle, Heckler, -Dancing-master, and Ale-seller in Glasgow, now banished for Coining.</p> - -<p>16. The Dying Groans of Sir John Barleycorn, being his grievous Complaint -against the Brewers of bad Ale; to which is added, Donald Drouth’s -Reply, with a large Description of his Drunken Wife.</p> - -<p>17. A Warning to the Methodist Preachers.</p> - -<p>18. A Second Warning to the Methodist Preachers.</p> -</div> - -<p>Strang himself, who, in some respects, must be regarded as -an authority upon matters relating to Graham, does not -condescend upon bibliographical details; and the lists now -given consequently include the testimony of the only two -writers whose opinions or suggestions bear with anything like -direct authority on the subject.</p> - -<p>Two poems entitled <cite>John Hielandman’s Remarks on Glasgow</cite> -and <cite>Turnimspike</cite> have been unhesitatingly attributed to -Graham by all authorities; <cite>Tugal M‘Tagger</cite>, another -metrical production, was believed by M‘Vean to be his composition, -though there has been some subsequent questioning -in the matter; while the following have been claimed or -suggested as his work by M‘Vean, in a note to his edition of -M‘Ure’s <cite>History of Glasgow</cite>:—Verses on the Pride of Women, a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> -poem on the Popular Superstitions of Scotland, a Dialogue -between the Pope and the Prince of Darkness, and an epitaph -on the Third Command. Professor Fraser, in his list, inserts -<cite>Proverbs on the Pride of Women</cite>, in addition to the verses on -the same subject; but he gives no authority for the addition.</p> - -<p>Having thus traced the results of the labours of those who -have already written concerning Graham’s miscellaneous -works, something must now be said about his <cite>History of the -Rebellion</cite>. The total disappearance of the first and second -editions of that curious publication renders, as has already -been hinted, any statements or opinions regarding them -of doubtful value, with the exception, of course, of the -date of their issue to the public. The advertisement announcing -the intended issue of the first edition in 1746, has been -quoted, and is undeniably authentic; but whether the work -was published immediately after, or some time later, is a moot -point. That it was published in that year is indicated by -what follows, which is believed to be the contents of the title-page -of the <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">editio princeps</i>:—</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>‘A full, particular, and true Account of the Rebellion, in the years 1745–6.</p> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verse0">Composed by the Poet D. Graham,</p> -<p class="verse0">In Stirlingshire he lives at hame.</p> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="noindent">To the Tune of <em>The Gallant Grahams</em>. To which is added, Several other Poems -by the same Author. Glasgow, Printed and Sold by James Duncan, &c., 1746. -Price fourpence halfpenny.’</p> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">This edition was a duodecimo consisting of 84 pp. Probably -the matter it contained, assuming no alterations of this -portion, would end with the ninth chapter of later issues, the -last lines of which form an appropriate conclusion to the fatal -adventure of Prince Charles:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘This was a day of lamentation,</p> -<p class="verse0">Made many brave men leave their nation.</p> -<p class="verse0">Their eyes were open’d, all was vain,</p> -<p class="verse0">Now grief and sorrow was their gain.’</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">It may be interesting to note that the published price of this -edition, was, if the title-page quoted is authentic, a halfpenny -more than that at which it was announced; but that is a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> -trivial affair compared with what is suggested by the words—‘To -the Tune of <em>The Gallant Grahams</em>.’ This may be taken -as indicating that the matter of the first edition was not -altogether got up in the purely historical method, but that -it was to a certain extent what might be called either an historic -drama, or a dramatic history. This idea may not be accurate, -but the apparent impossibility of referring to the first edition -itself precludes any definite knowledge on the subject. Fraser, -speaking of the disappearance of this edition, remarks:—‘Yet, -at least a few copies of the original history <em>must</em> be -hidden somewhere. So late as 1830, the author of “Waverley” -had one in his possession, a fac-simile of which he intended to -publish, with the view of presenting it to the Maitland Club, -but sickness intervened to derange his plans, and two years -later, death stepped in and snatched the pen from the great -magician.’<a name="FNanchor_9" id="FNanchor_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> Again, Dr. David Laing says:—‘The first -edition is so extremely rare that only one copy is known to -be preserved, and, as a literary curiosity, it might be worth -reprinting.’<a name="FNanchor_10" id="FNanchor_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> It is to be regretted that Dr. Laing’s statement -was not more explicit. As for the assumption made by -Professor Fraser, it is only natural to imagine that the whole -edition cannot have altogether disappeared, and that a copy -or two should still be in existence. But he takes for granted -regarding Sir Walter Scott’s intentions, and his preparedness -to carry them into effect, rather more than the words of Dr. -Strang, on which he seems to have founded, will legitimately -bear. This is what Strang says:—‘So late as the year 1830, -Sir Walter Scott even “entertained the idea of printing a correct -copy of the original edition,” with the view of presenting it -to the Maitland Club as his contribution, stating, as he did in a -letter addressed to the writer, that he thought “it really contained -some traits and circumstances of manners worth preserving.”’<a name="FNanchor_11" id="FNanchor_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> -Scott’s intention is here evident, but it in no way bears -that he was in possession of a first edition. In point of fact,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> -he had no copy of it at the time of his death, two years after -this letter was written, as a reference to the catalogue of the -Abbotsford Library will show. That catalogue contains this -reference to Graham’s History:—‘Graham’s (Dougal, Bellman -of Glasgow) Impartial History of the Rise, Progress, and -Extinction of the late Rebellion, &c. (in doggrel verse). 3rd -edit. 18mo. Glasgow: 1774.’ So far for the first edition.</p> - -<p>As for the second edition of the <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite>, -published in 1752, it has also disappeared. There is no -reason to believe that, beyond a slight enlargement and some -few alterations, there was any material change in the work. -Its tone is indicated by the remark made by M‘Vean:—‘<cite>The -History of the Rebellion</cite>, published by Dougal in 1752, differs -very much from the third edition, published in 1774. This -last appears to have been greatly altered and enlarged, and -many curious passages in the early edition are suppressed -in this. In 1752 Dougal talks of the rebels with a great deal -of virulence, in 1774 he softens his tone, and occasionally -introduces apologies for their conduct. In 1752 Dougal styles -himself “merchant in Glasgow;” a rhyming merchant could -not be expected to be rich, and he says—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verse0">“You Papists are a cursed race,”’ &c.</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">The lines, of which the one quoted is the first, have already -been given in the biography, and there is no need for their -repetition here. But it is worthy of note that M‘Vean states, -to a certain extent indirectly, that they formed part of the -matter in the second edition, and if that is the case they, it -must be admitted, fully confirm his statement as to that -edition containing passages in which Graham talked of the -rebels with a great deal of virulence; and, possibly, they may -be taken as specimens of many others of a like nature. Some -writers have suggested that Graham may have learned the -printing trade while this edition was passing through the -press, and it has been suspected that he may have had something -to do with the printing of it himself. That is not likely, -or M‘Vean, who appears to have had a somewhat intimate -acquaintance with the work, would have mentioned it.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p> - -<p>No such doubts, however, exist as to the third edition of -the <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite>, which, though rare, may be seen -occasionally. It was published in 1774, and bears on the -title-page this lengthy statement of its contents:—‘An Impartial -History of the Rise, Progress and Extinction of the -late Rebellion in Britain, in the years 1745 and 1746, giving -an account of every Battle, Skirmish, and Siege, from the -time of the Pretender’s coming out of France, until he landed -in France again: with Plans of the Battles of Prestonpans, -Clifton, Falkirk, and Culloden, with a real Description of -his Dangers and Travels through the Highland Isles, after -the Break at Culloden. By D. Graham. The Third Edition, -with Amendments. Glasgow: Printed by John Robertson. -<span class="fs70">MDCCLXXIV.</span>’ The narrative in this edition occupies 174 pp. -It consists of fifteen chapters, containing in all 5562 lines, and -is preceded by a preface of two pages, the title-page, and -a full-page woodcut of the author, bearing underneath it this -couplet:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘From brain and pen, O virtue drope,</p> -<p class="verse0">Vice fly as Charlie, and John Cope.’</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">At the conclusion of the narrative are—‘A Quaker’s Address -to Prince Charles, shewing what was the Cause and Ground -of his Misfortunes,’ of 146 lines; a copy of ‘The Rebels’ -Orders before the Battle of Culloden’; ‘Miss Flora’s Lament—A -Song,’ of ten four-line stanzas; ‘The Author’s Address -to all in general,’ of fourteen six-line stanzas; and two pages -of contents—making a total of 192 pages. The text of the -third edition has been used in the reprinting of the <cite>History of -the Rebellion</cite> for this volume.</p> - -<p>The subsequent editions, so far as they have been discovered, -need only be mentioned. No trace has been found -of the fourth edition, though it must have been published soon -after Graham’s death. The fifth edition received this notice -from a writer of last century:—‘In 1787, “An impartial history -of the rebellion in Britain, in the years 1745 and 1746, -by Douglas Graham” (the fifth edition), was printed at Glasgow -by J. & M. Robertson. This history is in Hudibrastic<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> -metre. This is a sorry performance.’<a name="FNanchor_12" id="FNanchor_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> The seventh edition -was published in Glasgow by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, -in 1803; the eighth by the same firm in 1808; the -ninth in Falkirk, by T. Johnston, 1812; while the last, what -its number it would be difficult to say, was published in -Aberdeen, in 1850, conjointly by Alexander Watson and -Alexander Murdoch. The Aberdeen edition does not bear -Graham’s name on the title-page, and instead of the author’s -preface, it contains a ‘Genealogical and Historical Introduction,’ -taken from the introduction to Chambers’s <cite>History of -the Rebellion</cite>. It is remarkable that the Advocates’ Library, -Edinburgh, should only possess an eighth edition.</p> - -<p>Something must now be said about the miscellaneous poetical -works of Dougal Graham. The best known of these may -be said to be <cite>John Hielandman’s Remarks on Glasgow</cite>, a -humorous sketch of considerable power, valuable also, because -of the information it affords regarding the leading features of -the City of St. Mungo in the middle of last century. M‘Vean -has put it on record that this poem had long been popular, -although it was not generally known that it was by Graham -that Glasgow had been ‘married to immortal verse.’<a name="FNanchor_13" id="FNanchor_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> The -date of its first publication is unknown, but it has been generally -supposed to have been written in the decade subsequent -to Dougal’s settlement in Glasgow in 1746. The earliest -copy that has been seen by any writer was in one of the early -penny broadsides issued by J. & M. Robertson, of the Saltmarket, -Glasgow, who long occupied a prominent position -as publishers of popular literature. As a literary production -<em>John Hielandman</em> has not attracted so much notice as -might have been expected from writers on Scottish literature, -but even a casual glance will show that it is a composition of -great merit, abounding in graphic touches and humorous -situations. It must be admitted, however, that the interest -attaching to it has been almost entirely local, and to that -circumstance may be attributed the fact that its merits have -been frequently overlooked.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> - -<p><cite>Turnimspike</cite> has received more attention than any other of -Graham’s poems, with the exception, perhaps, of his <cite>History -of the Rebellion</cite>; and it has obtained the unqualified approval -of all the literary antiquaries who have had occasion to speak -of it. Sir Walter Scott said the <cite>Turnimspike</cite> alone was -sufficient to entitle Graham to immortality.<a name="FNanchor_14" id="FNanchor_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> Dr. Charles -Mackay has taken advantage of a note upon it, to tell a story -which has considerable bearing upon the state of feeling -exhibited in the poem itself. ‘Turnimspike, or Turnpike,’ -he says, ‘is ludicrously descriptive of the agonies of a real -Highlander at the introduction of toll gates, and other paraphernalia -of modern civilisation, into the remote mountain -fastnesses of his native land. Long after the suppression of -the Rebellion, great consternation was excited in Ross-shire, by -the fact that a sheriff’s officer had actually served a writ in -Tain. “Lord, preserve us!” said an Highlandman to his -neighbour, “What’ll come next? The law has reached Tain.”’<a name="FNanchor_15" id="FNanchor_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> -Burns, in his <cite>Strictures on Scottish Song</cite>, expressed admiration -for <cite>Turnimspike</cite>, on account of its local humour, but he -did not seem to have known the author; though Motherwell, in -his edition of the works of the Ayrshire bard, supplies a few -notes concerning Graham, to whom he attributes the poem. -Stenhouse, in his illustrative notes to Johnson’s <cite>Museum</cite>, says—‘This -truly comic ballad, beginning <cite>Hersell be Highland -Shentleman</cite>, by an anonymous author, does not appear either -in the Tea-Table Miscellany, or the Orpheus Caledonius. It -is preserved, however, in Herd’s Collection of 1769.... -From its excellent broad humour, and the ludicrous specimen -of a Highlander’s <em>broken</em> English, it has long been a popular -favourite in the lower districts of Scotland. It is adapted to the -ancient air of “Clout the Caldron”.’ No writer has yet ventured -to fix the date of the publication of this poem. It may, however, -be pointed out that the first General Turnpike Act for -Scotland was 7 Geo. <span class="smcap">III.</span>, c. 42 (1766–7), and it is not improbable -the passing of this Act may have been the occasion<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> -of the verses which, it has been seen, obtained a place in -Herd’s Collection in 1769. They were, in all likelihood, -issued in broadside or chap-book form previous to that date.</p> - -<p>The two songs already discussed, are now without quibble -regarded as the work of Dougal Graham; but there are two -others probably from his pen, which bear the mark of his -genius, were published in his time, but which have not yet -been generally regarded as his by literary antiquaries. The -first of these is <cite>Tugal M‘Tagger</cite>, unhesitatingly ascribed to -Dougal by the venerable M‘Vean. It has been suggested that -this work has traces of Alexander Rodger, on the ground that -the rhythm has a flow similar to that characteristic of -Rodger’s poems; but this reason of itself cannot be taken -as evidence in favour of the suggestion, in view of the fact -that Graham’s style was itself very uneven, and, probably on -account of carelessness, some of his pieces are as bad as others -are good. M‘Vean’s statement, also, must be allowed to go a -considerable length in a matter of this kind. The song is in -Dougal’s best vein, and may be regarded as a worthy counterpart -to <cite>Turnimspike</cite>. The following extract, by pointing to -the occasion and probable date of the composition, helps -towards the conclusion that it was the work of Graham:—‘The -Court of Session, in 1754, made an Act of Sederunt, -establishing an equality of ranking among all arrestors and -poinders within a certain period of bankruptcy. But this was -a mere experiment; and upon the expiration of the Act, -which was in force for only four years, it was not renewed. -The law fell back into its old state of imperfection; priority -gave preference, and, on the slightest alarm, creditors poured -in with diligence against the unhappy debtor, and the most -unjust preferences took place among the creditors. In this -position it continued until 1772, when the first Sequestration -Act, 12 Geo. <span class="smcap">III.</span>, c. 72, was passed. It enacted that, on a -debtor’s bankruptcy, and upon a petition to the Court of -Session by any creditor, a sequestration of his personal estate -should be awarded, which should have the effect of equalising -all arrestments and poindings used within thirty days of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> -date of petition; that the estate should be vested in a factor -proposed by the creditors, and be distributed by him according -to the directions of Court; or, if it should seem more -eligible to the creditors, extrajudicially by a trustee elected -by them, as under a private trust deed. When, in 1783, this -statute came to be renewed, <em>the alarm occasioned by the novelty -of the arrangements</em> had given way to a conviction that bankruptcies -were much more beneficially administered under the -new system, imperfect as it was, than under the Common -Law.’<a name="FNanchor_16" id="FNanchor_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> Such a radical alteration on the law would afford -excellent opportunity for a popular ballad, and as there is no -good reason for doubting M‘Vean’s statement that Graham -was the author of <cite>Tugal M‘Tagger</cite>, it must in the meantime be -accepted as his production. The Act being passed in 1772, -the ballad would probably be published in the same year. -That it retained its popularity for a long time, is attested by -a note written upon it in 1869:—‘Tugal M‘Tagger was a very -popular song in Glasgow about forty years ago. It used to -be sung by Mr. Livingstone at the Theatre Royal there.’<a name="FNanchor_17" id="FNanchor_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> -Even yet, it is not unknown to the people, and may be found -in some penny collections.</p> - -<p>Another song, believed to be by Graham, but which has not -yet met with general approval, is an old version of <cite>Had awa -frae me, Donald</cite>. Stenhouse has indirectly suggested it as -Dougal’s work, by saying that it was probably by the same hand -that produced <cite>Turnimspike</cite>, and he mentions it as appearing in -Herd’s Collection in 1769. This song appears also in <cite>The -Blackbird</cite>, a collection of songs, ‘few of which,’ according to -the title-page, ‘are to be found in any collection,’ published in -Edinburgh in 1764. The likeness which struck Stenhouse -must also force upon every reader of the piece the same -suspicion; and without being dogmatic upon the point, the -editor of these sheets sees no reason why the version of <cite>Had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> -awa frae me, Donald</cite>, given in this volume, should not be -admitted into the list of works ‘probably’ written by Graham.</p> - -<p>This includes, so far as can be discovered, the metrical -works, still existing, which have been attributed to Graham. -There are others, M‘Vean mentions, but none of them appear -to have been seen since his time; and in the hope that they -may be ultimately discovered, their names, or, perhaps it may -be more proper to say, the subjects of which they treat, are -here given:—Verses on the Popular Superstitions of Scotland, -Rhythmical Dialogue between the Pope and the Prince of -Darkness, An Epitaph on the Third Command, and Verses on -the Pride of Women. As for the second of these pieces, it -may be interesting to note that a twelve-page pamphlet was -issued in 1792, bearing a similar title—<cite>Dialogue between the -Pope and Devil, on the present political state of Europe</cite>. This, -however, refers to the events immediately preceding the French -Revolution, and cannot, therefore, be looked upon as the work -of Graham. A passing reference is made by the Devil to the -beginnings of the Reform movement in Glasgow, in these -words:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘In Glasgow freedom sounds in every mouth;</p> -<p class="verse0">And if I could but deign to tell the truth,</p> -<p class="verse0">Not since the day I first saw Paradise,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did earth maintain such a respectful race.’</p> -</div></div> - -<p>But the works upon which the fame of Dougal Graham -chiefly rests, are his chap-books. On this matter Motherwell -said that if Graham had only written the <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite>, -‘we believe he never would have occupied our thoughts for a -moment; but as one who subsequently contributed largely to -the amusement of the lower classes of his countrymen, we love -to think of the facetious bellman.’<a name="FNanchor_18" id="FNanchor_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> It has already been stated -that the period during which the most of these chap-books -were written and published, was probably between 1752 and -1774, although the first editions of several are known to have -appeared subsequent to the latter date. On a subject in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> -which he took so much fruitful interest, no apology is needed -for again quoting Motherwell, who says:—‘Of some of -Graham’s penny histories we had a fair assortment at one -time, principally printed by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, -Glasgow, which we believe might well be esteemed first -editions, but some unprincipled scoundrel has bereaved us of -that treasure. There are a number of infamous creatures, who -acquire large libraries of curious things, by borrowing books -they never mean to return, and some not unfrequently slide a -volume into their pocket, at the very moment you are fool -enough to busy yourself in showing them some nice typographic -gem, or bibliographic rarity. These dishonest and -heartless villains, ought to be cut above the breath whenever -they cross the threshold. They deserve no more courtesy -than was of old vouchsafed to witches, under bond and indenture -to the Devil.’<a name="FNanchor_19" id="FNanchor_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> Out of the ‘scanty wreck’ left him, -Motherwell was able to furnish the list given in a previous -page.<a name="FNanchor_20" id="FNanchor_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> This was probably the nearest that any collector ever -attained to having a collection of first or very early editions of -Graham’s chap-books; but even in 1828 it was hardly possible -to state when the first editions were issued. It would be worse -than useless to endeavour to trace the chronological order of -their publication, or to fix definitely dates for one or all of them. -The fact seems to be that the first editions have either all disappeared, -or else bear in their title-page the vague, but not -uncommon intimation—‘Printed in this present year.’ The -danger of attempting such an arrangement may be best shown -by a statement made by the late Sheriff Strathern, a learned -local antiquary, in a paper on ‘Chapman Literature,’ delivered -before the Glasgow Archæological Society, on the 6th April, -1863. Mr. Strathern, in the course of a somewhat exhaustive -sketch, says:—‘It is difficult to give them in the order of publication; -but I have, at some little trouble, collected a few of the -editions, and, as near as I can reach it, this is the order in which -the works appeared. His earliest was “The Whole Proceedings<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> -of Jockey and Maggy,” in five parts. It was published in 1783.... “The -Comical Sayings of Paddy from Cork” followed, and -was printed for George Caldwell, Paisley, in 1784,’ etc. Then -follows a long list of chaps by Graham, which, according to -Sheriff Strathern, were published subsequent to 1784. The -learned Sheriff may possibly have been correct in his surmise -that the works he had enumerated were published in the order -he had given them, but surely not on the understanding that -Graham’s ‘earliest’ was issued in 1783? It is not at all likely -that Graham left his works for publication after his death. -Indeed, there is positive evidence that they were in the market -long before 1783, and any edition of that date must be a reprint. -This incident of itself shows the danger of attempting -to fix dates for Dougal’s ‘penny histories,’ or even the order -of their publication, without the absolute evidence of the books -themselves, if they bear any, or the testimony of any one -who, like Mr. Caldwell, actively took part in their issue to the -public. Even Caldwell offers no information on the matter. -The only statement in this direction, upon which any reliance -can be placed, is one by Motherwell, when he states that the -<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">editio princeps</i> of the second part of <cite>Leper the Taylor</cite> was published -in 1779. Sheriff Strathern may have fallen into error -by trusting the date, 1787, at which Motherwell fixed Graham’s -death. That date, however, was only a surmise; and the true -date was supplied by Strang.</p> - -<p>It is a matter of some interest to notice that while many of -Graham’s most popular chap-books have been issued to the -public subsequent to the period to which literature of this class -is assumed to belong, these modern editions, if they may be -so called, have for the most part been greatly mutilated. -Nearly all of them have been cut down, not apparently because -of a desire to keep out the indelicate allusions which most of -them contain—for comparatively few of these have been taken -out—but on account of the exigencies of printing. In some -cases a chap-book, originally of twenty-four or thirty-six -closely printed pages, has been compressed into twenty-five, -sixteen, or even eight pages of much larger print. The consequence<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> -is, that most of the modern editions are utterly useless -for all practical purposes, and, like most other abridgments, -the souls of their originals have been driven from them. -The truth of this remark will be indicated in the following -pages; but it will be borne out to its fullest extent by a comparison -between the early editions the editor has been able to -reprint in these volumes, and those now in circulation.</p> - -<p><cite>The Whole Proceedings of Jockey and Maggy</cite>, admitted by -all authorities to have been written by Graham, may be -noticed first, as being one of his ablest and <ins class="corr" title="Transcriber's Note—Original text: 'most charateristic'">most characteristic</ins> -works. It is written with great dramatic power, and affords -many curious insights into manners and customs about the -middle of last century. In respect of language, also, it possesses -considerable value. Professor Fraser suggests that the -first edition was in all likelihood published as early as 1755, -but, as has already been seen, it would be inadvisable to fix -any date, in the absence of either evidence or reasonable suspicion. -In the work itself there is nothing but what might -have been written at any time during the whole period of -Dougal’s life. The edition, reprinted in this collection, bears -the imprint:—‘Glasgow: Printed and Sold by J. & J. Robertson. -<span class="fs70">MDCCLXXIX</span>’—and is the earliest of which any mention -has yet been made. It was thus published in the year of -Graham’s death, and as the title-page states that it was ‘Carefully -Corrected and Revised by the Author,’ it was probably -one of the latest works upon which he was engaged. While -most certainly not a first edition, it has the advantage of being, -to a certain extent, fresh from the author, and on that account -possesses a special value and interest. Motherwell’s copy -was dated 1783, and also bore to have undergone the author’s -revision. These editions both occupy thirty-six pages, and -are in five parts; but in 1793 an edition, consisting only of -three parts, was published. Since then, the three-part edition -has been the one most commonly issued to the public, and it -may still be found for sale. In 1823, however, the complete -edition was reprinted, and a few copies of it may be seen -occasionally. The abridgment, it must be noted, has seriously -marred Graham’s production. In it the first two parts are<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> -so far almost literal transcripts of the earlier editions, but -parts three, four, and five, are omitted, a short and very imperfect -summary of part five being inserted for part three. In -addition, an epitaph and elegy on Jockey’s mother, whose -death and burial are graphically described in the last part, are -consistently left out.</p> - -<p>Of a somewhat similar character to the chap-book just -noticed is <cite>The Coalman’s Courtship of the Creelwife’s Daughter</cite>, -though it is by no means so valuable as an exhibition of manners -and superstitions. It contains, nevertheless, many interesting -references, and it gives a vigorous description of real life -among the lower classes in and around Edinburgh. Motherwell, -it has been seen, only hesitatingly ascribed this work to -Graham; but M‘Vean inserts it in his bibliography without -any reservation, though it is curious that both these writers -should make a mistake in naming it <cite>The Creelman’s Courtship</cite>. -There is no good reason to doubt that Graham was the author -of it, for the broad treatment of the subject, the animated -dialogue, and the graphic descriptions, are all in Dougal’s best -style. The edition reproduced in these volumes is the earliest -to which any reference has yet been made, having been issued -by Messrs. J. & J. Robertson, from their Saltmarket press, in -1782, though it bears on the title-page to be the tenth edition -of the work. M‘Vean stated that the chap contained only two -parts, but he had fallen into a mistake, for it really consists -of three parts. The modern editions, with the exception -of a few typographical alterations, are exact reprints of the -one of 1782. Among those we have seen are two undated -editions, bearing the following imprints—‘Glasgow: Printed -for M‘Kenzie & Hutchison, Booksellers, 16, Saltmarket’; -‘Edinburgh: Printed by J. Morren, Cowgate.’</p> - -<p>Very different in its design from the two works already -mentioned is <cite>Lothian Tom</cite>, a narrative of the ‘comical transactions’ -of a roguish fellow while sowing his wild oats. -Many of the stories told of the hero of the work are far from -being new, but they have been given a local colouring which -imparts an appearance of consistency to the book; and, incidentally, -little circumstances of life and character are brought<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> -in, giving additional value to it as illustrating the home life -of the Scottish peasantry of last century. In the chap-literature -of England and Scotland, there are many other productions -of a similar kind, in which the heroes rejoice in the -name of Tom; a circumstance that has given point to a -suggestion that the word ‘tomfoolery’ may owe its origin to -the mad pranks of the Toms of popular story. South of the -Tweed the great favourites were—<cite>Wanton Tom, or the Merry -History of Tom Stitch the Taylor</cite>; <cite>The Merry Conceits of Long -Tom the Carrier</cite>; <cite>The Mad Pranks of Tom Tram</cite>; and -another one with the euphonious title of <cite>Swalpo</cite>. All these, -like <cite>Lothian Tom</cite>, are but collections of jokes of which their -respective Toms are made the central figures. There is no -reason to believe that any of them were in the slightest degree -really biographical. The modern reprints of <cite>Lothian Tom</cite> -consist only of five parts, and in this and several minor details -they differ from the earlier editions, in which there are six -parts. Messrs. J. & M. Robertson, of the Saltmarket, Glasgow, -in 1793 and 1807, published editions of the work; and -in 1816 another was issued in Edinburgh, while there are -several editions still to be found without any date. A -six-part edition, without the song to be referred to further -on, was issued by C. Randall, Stirling, in 1801. The edition -which has been used by the editor of these volumes, was -published in Edinburgh, in three numbers—including all the -six parts—the title-page of each being embellished with a -rough woodcut of a chapman full stride on the road-way. -The first number bears the imprint—‘Printed and Sold in -Niddery’s Wynd, 1775’; the second is dated 1777; while the -third has no date, though it appears to be quite as old as the -others. This, the earliest edition of which mention has yet -been made, is a most unique copy. Each number occupies -eight pages. No attention is paid to the breaking off in the -middle of a part, or even of a sentence, and the folios run -right through. A large portion of the third number is taken -up by ‘Pady’s New Catechism,’ properly belonging to another -of Graham’s chap-books, entitled, <cite>Pady from Cork</cite>, and on that -account it has been left out here.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p> - -<p>At the close of the third number of this edition of <cite>Lothian -Tom</cite>, and reproduced in the second volume, is ‘The Plowman’s -Glory; or, Tom’s Song,’ a doggrel description of the pleasures -of country life; but it is a piece which requires more than -passing reference. The first eight lines are as follow:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘As I was a walking one morning in the spring,</p> -<p class="verse0">I heard a young plowman so sweetly to sing,</p> -<p class="verse0">And as he was singing, these words he did say,</p> -<p class="verse0">No life is like the plowman’s in the month of May.</p> -<p class="verse0">The lark in the morning rises from her nest,</p> -<p class="verse0">And mounts in the air with the dew on her breast,</p> -<p class="verse0">And with the jolly plowman she’ll whistle and she’ll sing,</p> -<p class="verse0">And at night she’ll return to her nest back again.’</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">It is interesting to notice that Cromek has attributed lines -almost identical with these to Robert Burns,<a name="FNanchor_21" id="FNanchor_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> and the most -eminent editors of the works of the Ayrshire Bard have -followed him. The lines as given by Cromek read thus:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘As I was a wand’ring ae morning in spring,</p> -<p class="verse0">I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing,</p> -<p class="verse0">And as he was singin’ thir words he did say,</p> -<p class="verse0">There’s nae life like the Ploughman in the month o’ sweet May—</p> -<p class="verse0">The lav’rock in the morning she’ll rise frae her nest,</p> -<p class="verse0">And mount to the air wi’ the dew on her breast,</p> -<p class="verse0">And wi’ the merry Ploughman she’ll whistle and sing,</p> -<p class="verse0">And at night she’ll return to her nest back again.’</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">In a foot-note Cromek remarks—‘It is pleasing to mark those -touches of sympathy which shew the sons of genius to be of -one kindred.—In the following passage from the poem of his -countryman, the same figure is illustrated with characteristic -simplicity; and never were the tender and the sublime in -poetry more happily united, nor a more affectionate tribute -paid to the memory of Burns.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verse4">—— “Thou simple bird,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of all the vocal quire, dwell’st in a home</p> -<p class="verse0">The humblest; yet thy morning song ascends</p> -<p class="verse0">Nearest to Heaven;—sweet emblem of his<a name="FNanchor_22" id="FNanchor_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> song,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who sung thee wakening by the daisy’s side!”’</p> -</div></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> - -<p class="noindent">It can only be inferred from the nature of this foot-note that -Cromek believed the verses to have been written by Burns, -notwithstanding the fact that he had Gilbert Burns’s statement -that his brother was not their author. The subsequent editorial -history of the lines is still more interesting. In the -Kilmarnock edition of the poet’s works, they are given with -this note:—‘Although this double stanza exists in Burns’s own -writing, his brother, Gilbert, assured Cromek that the little -song was sung by every ploughman and ploughman’s mistress -in Ayrshire, before the poet was born.’<a name="FNanchor_23" id="FNanchor_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> The Rev. Dr. P. -Hately Waddel, and the Rev. George Gilfillan, in their editions -of the works of Burns, both insert the verses without any comment. -Mr. William Scott Douglas, one of the latest and most -competent editors of Burns, has this note upon the ‘Ploughman’s -Song’:—‘Gilbert Burns expressed to Cromek a strong -doubt regarding his brother’s authorship of these lines, as also -of some other pieces found in his handwriting, and included in -the <cite>Reliques</cite> of the poet; but as the authorship of the “Bonie -Muirhen”—one of the pieces referred to—has been clearly -traced to Burns, we do not feel at liberty to reject the lines in -the text.’<a name="FNanchor_24" id="FNanchor_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> Mr. Douglas inserts the verses under the date 1780, -when Burns was twenty-two years of age; and in this connection -it is worthy of notice that another editor has put it -under the year 1794, when the poet was thirty-six years of age.</p> - -<p>The obvious suggestion from what has been said is, that -Burns was not the author of the ‘Lines on a Merry Ploughman,’ -which his editors, after the dogmatic statement of -Gilbert Burns, have more or less insisted upon attributing to -him; and, as a corollary, that the verses having been -found among others at the end of one of Dougal Graham’s -chap-books, as a consistent finish to the exploits of his hero, -Lothian Tom, in an edition published when Burns was a youth, -their authorship may be more clearly traced to Graham. -With a due admiration for the talents of Graham, we must<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> -submit that the character of the verse, even as given in a -slightly polished state by Cromek, was not worthy of Burns, -who said himself that his work was all the result of careful -revisal. Graham’s verses often display false quantity; his -rhyme is often far from true; and his grammar is frequently -lame: but these are faults which the greatest detractor of the -genius of Robert Burns would find it difficult to lay to his -charge. It might be urged, of course, that this may have been -a youthful production of Burns’s pen; but it is more probable, -from his known habit of noting down any remnant of song he -found among the people, that he wrote out what he -had heard sung from his infancy. In support of this idea, -there is Gilbert Burns’s assurance ‘that the little song was sung -by every ploughman and ploughman’s mistress in Ayrshire -before the poet was born.’ To us it seems conclusive that -Burns was not its author, and that, from its position in an -early—not by any means the first—edition of one of Graham’s -most popular chap-books, to Graham must be attributed its -composition, with all the praise or blame that may attach to it.</p> - -<p><cite>The History of John Cheap the Chapman</cite> belongs to the -same class of chap-books as <cite>Lothian Tom</cite>, though it has been -usual to believe that, unlike the latter, it was to a certain -extent autobiographical, and that in it Graham related some -of his own experiences. It has been already seen that its -value in this respect, if it has any, cannot be estimated on -account of the doubt as to whether it is autobiography or -fiction. There can be no question, however, that it contains a -most valuable account of the real life of the Scottish Chapman, -with many vivid glimpses of home life in Scotland in the -middle of last century. Like all the others, its indelicacy is -sometimes notorious, but like them its truthfulness must be its -apology. The earliest dated edition we have seen is one -published in 1798 by Johnston of Falkirk; but another, in some -slight details more complete, was issued by J. Morren, of the -Cowgate, Edinburgh, about the beginning of this, or the closing -year of the eighteenth, century. The modern editions are -almost identical with the ones mentioned.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> - -<p>The plan of another of Graham’s chap-books, <cite>Fun upon -Fun, or the Comical Tricks of Leper the Taylor</cite>, is very similar -to that which has been pointed out as characteristic of <cite>Lothian -Tom</cite> and <cite>John Cheap</cite>. Leper is a madcap whose impudent -doings bear a strong resemblance to stories told of similar -beings in this and other countries; and the design of the author -seems to have been to lay before his readers a collection of tales -grouped round one central figure, rather than to give a record -of the life of any real person. This, however, has been done -so skilfully—by local colouring, and the introduction of little -incidents which must have had their counterparts in the -every-day life of the people—that the work has always -been most deservedly popular. In point of time, this seems -to have been one of the latest, if not the latest, of Graham’s -publications, for Motherwell was able to give the title and -date of what he believed to be the first edition of the -second part as follows:—‘Fun upon Fun; or the Comical -Tricks of Leper the Taylor. Part II. Glasgow: Printed for -the Company of Flying Stationers in Town and Country. -1779.’ As the work is in two parts, it is probable that the -first would be published a short time before the date mentioned. -Motherwell also records that there was this <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">nota bene</i> -to the second part—‘The Third Part will contain a variety -of his Witty Tricks in the different periods of his Life.’ It is -a question whether Graham was ever able to fulfil his promise; -for his death occurred, as has been seen, in the July of -the year in which the second part was issued. The fact that, -in later editions of <cite>Leper the Taylor</cite>, there is added to the two -original parts one giving an account of <cite>The Grand Solemnity -of the Taylor’s Funeral</cite>, quite in the same style, and a consistent -conclusion to the life of the Sartorian worthy, affords -reasonable presumption that he did so, and without any hesitation -the third part has, like the others, been accepted as the -work of Graham. This chap-book is in many respects akin to -several booklets which found a place in the popular literature of -England; but possibly its counterpart may be found in <cite>Joaks -upon Joaks, or No Joak like a True Joak, being the Diverting<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> -Humours of Mr. John Ogle, a Life Guard Man</cite>. As for the -modern editions, they differ in many respects from the early -ones, though not materially, except that they leave out the -third part. The earliest dated edition that we have seen was -printed by C. Randall, Stirling, in 1799. It is without the -third part, and is of sixteen pages. The next was ‘Printed -in the year 1816’; but the title-page does not state the -town of publication. It contains all the three parts, and -occupies twenty-four pages duodecimo. Another edition, -almost identical with the one mentioned, was ‘Printed in the -year 1820,’ and in this case also the town of issue is not -stated. In what appears to be a chap-book of English manufacture, -without date or place of publication, there is appended -the <cite>Grand Solemnity of the Taylor’s Funeral</cite>, on which some -slight alterations have been made, notably in the way of -Anglicising the names of the characters. On the title-page -of the work mentioned is a rough woodcut, representing the -lowering of a body into the grave, while in the back-ground -stands a primitive-looking hearse, drawn by two horses.</p> - -<p>The two chap-books that now fall to be spoken of are very -different in their nature from any to which reference has yet -been made, and, indeed, they may be said to form a class by -themselves, for they are unique in the popular literature of -either Scotland or England. <cite>The History of Haverel Wives</cite>, -‘written,’ as the title-page states, ‘by Humphrey Clinker, the -Clashing Wives’ Clerk,’ one of the many cognomens adopted -by Graham, is a ‘comical’ and exceedingly interesting conference -between two old women, on their experiences of the past. -The object of the author seems to have been to bring together -in small compass as much folk-lore as possible, and this he -prefaces by the remark, that he had ‘furnished the public with -a small collection of old wives’ noted sayings and wonders, -which, they relate, happened in their own time; also, what has -been told them by their forefathers.’ The intention is thus -shown to have been to hold the old wives up to a little gentle -satire, though this generation must regard the result as being -a most valuable contribution to the antiquities of Scotland.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> -The language used is frequently very old, and ancient superstitions -and beliefs are given expression to in the words of -those who more or less put faith in them. This chap-book, -also, must be esteemed because of the descriptions given in it -of the doings of an age long before the period usually dealt -with by works of a similar nature—an age, the great events -of which have been duly recorded by historians who have -paid but little attention to the lives of the peasantry, or to -the motives of their actions. It would not be too much to say -that not within the whole range of Scottish literature could a -more graphic account be obtained of the manner of observing -the first day of the week in Scotland in pre-reformation and -prelatic times, than is to be found in this unconsidered booklet -The second chap-book of this class is <cite>Janet Clinker’s Oration on -the Virtues of the Old Women, and the Pride of the Young</cite>. It -is put forward as having been dictated by Janet Clinker, one -of the <cite>Haverel Wives</cite>, to ‘Humphrey Clinker,’ and it consists -of a comparison between the women of her young days and -those of the days in which she then lived. The whole tone -of the work is satirical, and the young women are made to -undergo a severe reprimand for their proud and upsetting -behaviour. These chap-books were frequently printed together, -though a 1781 edition of the <cite>Haverel Wives</cite> concludes -with the simple intimation—‘Humphrey’s Aunt Janet is yet -alive, and has made an oration in praise of the old women, -and on the pride of the young.’ Another edition, undated, -published by Morren of Edinburgh, is also without Janet’s -<cite>Oration</cite>, but it concludes by stating that the two old women -went and ‘birl’d their bawbees,’ and made an agreement</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘Never to drink ae drop of tea,</p> -<p class="verse0">But stout brown ale and whisky bare’—</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">a conclusion quite different from what is given in the edition -of 1781, for in it Maggy, Janet’s gossip, dies ‘keeping her -purse in her hand.’ An edition was published in Glasgow, in -1807, by J. & J. Robertson. This is the first in which we -have seen the two chap-books printed together, and it is also -the earliest copy of <cite>Janet Clinker’s Oration</cite> that has come<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> -under our notice. The <cite>Haverel Wives</cite>, in this case, is reprinted -from the 1781 edition, and only in one or two slight matters, -apparently typographical, differs from it. The <cite>Oration</cite> was -printed alone in 1824, with the title—‘Grannie M‘Nab’s -Lecture in the Society of Clashing Wives, Glasgow, on Witless -Mothers and their Dandy Daughters, who bring them up -to hood-wink the men, and deceive them with their braw -dresses, when they can neither wash a sark, mak’ parritch, or -gang to the well. Printed for the Booksellers.’ A chap-book -bearing the title of <cite>The Art of Courtship</cite>,<a name="FNanchor_25" id="FNanchor_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> an Undated edition -of which was published by M. Randall, of Stirling, contains -matter somewhat similar to much that is contained in <cite>Janet -Clinker’s Oration</cite>, and the part that relates to the choosing of -a wife is quoted almost <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">verbatim et literatim</i>. It is somewhat -remarkable that no editions of these works were, so far as we -have been able to discover, issued subsequent to 1824.</p> - -<p><cite>The Comical and Witty Jokes of John Falkirk, the Merry -Piper</cite>, one of the least known of Graham’s chap-books, is, as -its name indicates, merely a collection of <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">facetiæ</i>. Many of -the tales in it are cleverly told, while a few have nothing to -recommend them to the reader. Motherwell, on the authority -of Caldwell, attributes the work to Graham, and all other -writers on the subject have concurred with him. We have -only seen one edition of <cite>John Falkirk</cite>, and it was published -in Edinburgh in 1777; but Motherwell notes one issued in -Glasgow two years later. No modern edition of it has been -published. The <cite>Scots Piper’s Queries, or John Falkirk’s -Cariches</cite>, is regarded as a sequel to the <cite>Jokes</cite> of the same -worthy. The <cite>Cariches</cite> are well known, and have long been -popular, though it cannot be said there is anything particularly -original about them. Many of the jokes in them were -venerable in Graham’s time, but he has touched them up to -suit the tastes of the age in which he wrote. Not a few of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> -the questions and answers have a distinct flavour of the -proverbs of Solomon; and while the expressions used are -sometimes far from delicate, a good deal of worldly wisdom is -to be found in them. The intention of the author, however, -seems to have been amusement purely and simply, for in the -title-page of an undated edition, published by C. Randall, of -Stirling, there are these lines, which, it may be assumed -belong to the original work:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘’Twill please the bairns and keep them laughing,</p> -<p class="verse0">And mind the goodwife o’ her daffing.’</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">‘John Falkirk,’ it has already been mentioned, was a cognomen -used by Graham; and Motherwell has noted that, in an -edition of the <cite>Cariches</cite> published after Graham’s death, there -was prefixed an ‘Account of John Falkirk, the Scots Piper.’ -The only early edition we have seen is one printed by C. -Randall, Stirling. It is undated, but was probably printed -about 1807, and consists of eight pages. So far as it goes it -does not materially differ from the modern editions, but it is -without forty questions and answers which appear in them. -It is probable that, out of the general rule, the modern editions -are more complete than the one published by Randall. On -the title-page of the Stirling chap-book is a rough wood-cut -of a blind beggar led by a dog, presumably designed as a -frontispiece for an English chap, entitled, ‘The Blind Beggar -of Bethnal Green,’ very popular south of the Tweed, and -occasionally printed in Scotland. Motherwell’s edition of -<cite>John Falkirk</cite> was published in Glasgow in 1779, but his copy -of the <cite>Cariches</cite> was undated.</p> - -<p>The <cite>Comical Sayings of Pady from Cork</cite> is the title of a -chap-book attributed to Graham by Motherwell and all his -successors. Unlike the bellman’s other works it does not -deal with any phase of Scottish life, but rather with the -vagaries popularly believed for many generations to be characteristic -of the Irish mind. It is, in fact, a collection of the -proverbial Irish ‘bulls,’ some of them ‘comical’ and spontaneous, -but others studied and consequently stupid. In -many respects the dialogue between Pady and his English<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> -interlocutor, Tom, is clever, but frequently it is evident that -the author was out of his element. It must be confessed that -there is a good deal of force in Professor Fraser’s argument, -so far as <cite>Pady from Cork</cite> is concerned, that there was not a -single sentence in it which might not have been written by -any one other than Graham, and that most of the incidents -narrated in it were to be found in the <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">facetiæ</i> of almost every -country in Europe long before Graham carried a pack or rang -the skellat bell of Glasgow.<a name="FNanchor_26" id="FNanchor_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> Mr. Fraser refers in these -remarks in the first instance to <cite>George Buchanan</cite> and <cite>The -History of Buckhaven</cite>, but he applies them to <cite>Pady from Cork</cite>, -with the modification that it was less of a compilation and -had more local colouring than the chap-books he had been -discussing. But while all that may be true enough, Motherwell’s -authority in attributing the authorship of <cite>Pady from -Cork</cite> to Dougal Graham cannot well be impugned, for on this -point he apparently writes under the inspiration of his friend -Mr. Caldwell; and it is notable that the copy in the possession -of Motherwell was published by Caldwell in 1784. The -edition reprinted from in this collection was published in -Glasgow by J. & M. Robertson in 1807, and on the title-page -there is a wood-cut showing a military looking gentleman -standing beside a small cannon. The modern editions are -considerably mutilated, and, among other things, want the -‘Creed for Romish Believers,’ to be found in earlier copies. -‘Pady’s New Catechism’ and his ‘Creed’ have been mentioned -in a preceding page as being in the third number -of a very rare edition of <cite>Lothian Tom</cite>, to all appearance only -as padding.</p> - -<p>Motherwell and M‘Vean both attributed the authorship of -<cite>Simple John and his Twelve Misfortunes</cite> to Dougal Graham; -but Professor Fraser, on the other hand, has brought a distinct -charge of plagiarism against the poetical bellman. ‘The -original hero of the “Misfortunes,”’ he says, ‘is <cite>Simple Simon</cite>; -a history of whose life and misadventures was common in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> -England in the seventeenth century. This, or a similar -version—most likely one of the many editions issued from -Newcastle—Graham most certainly stole, and, having changed -the hero’s name to <em>John</em>, and written a racy introduction to the -work in broad Scotch, gave it to the world as an original production. -The prefatory matter is quite in Graham’s style, and -could not have been written by an Englishman. It is frequently -to be found published separately under the title of -<cite>Silly Tam</cite>.’<a name="FNanchor_27" id="FNanchor_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> But before going into the question here raised, -it may be as well to state that the edition from which <cite>Simple -John</cite> has been reprinted in this collection, is one published in -Glasgow in 1780, and ‘Printed for the Company of Flying -Stationers in Town and Country.’ The original is a duodecimo, -and consists of eight closely printed pages, with a wood-cut on -the title-page, representing the unfortunate husband running -from his wife, who pursues him with outstretched arms, while -his haste is emphasised by his hat and wig being shown as -falling from his head to the ground. The other editions -now lying before the editor are—1st, one printed in Edinburgh, -in 1821, ‘for the booksellers,’ of twenty-four pages -duodecimo; and another almost identical in every way, the -print being nearly line for line the same, bearing the imprint—‘Edinburgh: -Printed for the Booksellers, 1823.’ Both these -editions have, as a frontispiece, the picture of a hook-nosed -termagant, giving a simple looking fellow, with a beer-mug -in his hand, a severe shaking. The matter in the modern -undated edition, ‘printed for the booksellers’ in Glasgow, is -the same, with one or two slight differences, as what is to be -found in the older ones already enumerated. But, in addition to -these, there also lies before us a copy of <cite>The Miseries of Poor -Simple Innocent Tam</cite>, which, like one mentioned by Professor -Fraser, is of eight pages duodecimo, without covers, and -gives no indication of date or place of issue. With the -exception of the alteration of the name of the hero from ‘John’ -to ‘Tam,’ the text is exactly the same as that contained in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> -introduction to <cite>Simple John</cite>. An undated edition, of eight -pages, of <cite>Simple John</cite> was printed by William Cameron, in -Edinburgh. It only contains the introductory matter, and -concludes with the addition of John’s lament on the death of -his mother, without making further reference to his misfortunes. -Having thus detailed the several editions of what has generally -been regarded as Graham’s chap-book, in its two-fold form of -<cite>Simple John</cite> and <cite>Simple Tam</cite>, some attention may now be paid -to Professor Fraser’s allegations against the literary morality of -the reputed author. After a careful comparison of the English -chap-book, <cite>Simple Simon</cite>, with <cite>Simple John</cite>, we cannot but -admit the statement that ‘the prefatory matter is quite in -Graham’s style, and could not have been written by an Englishman;’ -but we are not prepared to admit that Graham ‘most -certainly stole’ the main body of the work. What Professor -Fraser assumes to have been stolen must have been, though -he does not explicitly say so, the ‘Twelve Misfortunes,’ for he -admits that the preface is original and Scotch. This conclusion -seems to have been come to without careful collation. -Any one who has the opportunity, and will take the trouble -to collate the two works, will find that only in two instances -do the misfortunes in the Scotch chap-book bear any resemblance -to those described in its English counterpart. These -two instances are the fourth and seventh misfortunes in -<cite>Simple John</cite>; but though the general features are the same, -there is a great difference in the mode of treatment. As for -the other misfortunes that befell <cite>Simple John</cite>, they have not -even counterparts in <cite>Simple Simon</cite>, and, indeed, they could -not well have, for they are almost entirely Scotch in their -nature. Again, the conclusions arrived at in the two books -are different. <em>Simple Simon</em> endeavours to poison himself, -but by mistake he takes a draught from his wife’s bottle of -sack, becomes drunk, and is cudgelled in consequence, but he -and his wife afterwards lead a happy life. No such good -fortune attends <em>Simple John</em>, for he laments his unhappy fate, -and ‘appeals to a Jedburgh jury, if it be not easier to deal wi’ -fools than headstrong, fashious fouks; owns he has but an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> -empty scull, but his wicked wife wants wit to pour judgment -into it, never tells him o’ danger till it comes upon him, for -his mither said he was a bidable bairn, if onybody had been -to learn him wit.’ We cannot, therefore, concur in Mr. -Fraser’s statement that Graham ‘stole’ this chap-book, ‘and -gave it to the world as an original production.’ For the -reasons shown, we believe Graham only took the idea—and it -may be gravely questioned if he did so much, for it has yet -to be proved that <cite>Simple Simon</cite> was ‘common in England in -the seventeenth century,’<a name="FNanchor_28" id="FNanchor_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a>—from the English chap-book, and -worked it out in a manner peculiarly his own, and, it must -also be added, distinctively Scotch.</p> - -<p>In the case of another chap-book usually believed to owe -its existence to Dougal Graham, Professor Fraser has seen fit -to go against the general verdict, without, as it seems to us, -giving a sufficient reason for the position he has taken up. -He considers it extremely improbable, judging from internal -evidence, that Graham ever composed the <cite>History of Buckhaven</cite>; -and, further on, referring to it and <cite>The Witty Exploits -of George Buchanan</cite>, he says, ‘There is not a single sentence -in either of them that might not have been written by any -one else.’ The latter remark may be all very true, but the -former one must involve a serious difference of opinion. It -would indeed be difficult to say what internal evidence is to -be found in the <cite>History of Buckhaven</cite> that gave good reason -for the assumption that Graham was not its author. Motherwell, -judging apparently on this ‘internal evidence,’ says that, -although he had not authority for ascribing any popular -chap-books to Graham other than those he had mentioned, he -would not be surprised to find that Graham was also the author -of this history. M‘Vean, without comment, gives the work a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> -place in his bibliography of Graham’s works, and it is to be -presumed that a man of his undoubted attainments as a -literary antiquary would not have done so without some -reason satisfactory at least to himself. For our own part, we -see nothing in the work itself at all inconsistent with the idea -that Graham may have been the author of it. On the contrary, -there seem to be some points in the course of the -narrative which strongly support the commonly accepted -tradition. That Graham possessed an undoubted acquaintance -with the western district of Fifeshire, in which the -respectable town of Buckhaven is situated, is evident from -<cite>Jockey and Maggy’s Courtship</cite>, the scene of which is laid in -the vicinity of Torryburn; and his intimate knowledge of -Fifeshire modes of speech is further shown by an amusing -character he introduced into <cite>The Coalman’s Courtship</cite>—‘auld -Mattie, the Fife wife ... the wife it says, <em>Be-go laddie</em>.’ -The language used in the <cite>History of Buckhaven</cite>, the style of -treatment, and the burlesque humour, all bespeak Dougal as -its author, for they are similar in all important points to -what are to be found in works which even Mr. Fraser has -without hesitation assented to being ascribed to Graham. -The history, of course, is a burlesque, after the style of a well-known -English chap-book, <cite>The Wise Men of Gotham</cite>, which -it far outstrips for cleverness and racy humour. It has, -however, the taint common to so many of Dougal’s works. -The whole motive may be summed up in a short quotation -from one of the many defunct Glasgow magazines:—‘The -Buckhaven people, originally foreign colonists, were a people -on the Fife side of the Forth, who lived much by themselves, -had singular manners, and were of uncouth speech. All kinds -of absurdities could thus be safely palmed upon them.’<a name="FNanchor_29" id="FNanchor_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> Messrs. -J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, issued a 24 pp. edition of -the <cite>History of Buckhaven</cite> in 1806, illustrated by some very -rude woodcuts, most of them having done duty in other chap-books. -This edition is in three parts; and the title-page bears<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> -that the work was written by ‘Merry Andrew at Tamtallon.’ -The more modern issues only contain the first two parts, and -even these are considerably abridged.</p> - -<p>The last work attributed to Dougal Graham, and calling -for any detailed notice in this place, is the one entitled <cite>The -History and Entertaining Exploits of George Buchanan, who -was commonly called the King’s Fool</cite>. It is a chap-book which -has been long popular, and one which has given rise to a -variety of speculations, not only as to its authorship but also -as to who was really the person whose ‘exploits’ are professedly -recorded in its pages. As to the first of these points, -Motherwell said he would not be surprised if Graham were -its author; and M‘Vean heads his list of Dougal’s works -with it. Fraser, on the other hand, argues against it being -the composition of Graham, the ground he takes up being -the same as that already quoted in relation to <cite>The History of -Buckhaven</cite> and <cite>Simple John</cite>. In this instance, however, we -think he has a stronger case than he had against Graham’s -authorship of the two other publications. The internal -evidence of the work itself—the time at which George -Buchanan is shown to have lived—is sufficient proof that in it -Graham could not in any sense lay claim to originality. But -at the same time it is more than probable that he brought -together the stories told about the country regarding his -hero, and for the first time <ins class="corr" title="Transcriber's Note—Original text: 'gave then forth'">gave them forth</ins> to the world in -a collected form. Until some additional light can be shed -upon this matter, dogmatism either on the one side or the -other would be imprudent; but, while sympathising to some -extent with the position taken up by Professor Fraser, we -do not see our way clear to dissent from the tradition of -Graham’s connection with the chap-book. The idea that he -may have been its editor, or compiler, appears to be quite -reasonable.</p> - -<p>The next question, as to the identity of the hero of <cite>The -Merry Exploits of George Buchanan</cite>, is one upon which a -more definite opinion can be expressed, though it has given -rise to several curious notions. The idea most common at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> -the present day among the mass of the Scottish people is -that there were two Scotsmen who bore the name of George -Buchanan, one of them being the King’s fool, and the other -the eminent Latinist, historian, and poet. This theory, it -must be confessed, is the one which does the most credit to -the scholar, but we are afraid it does not do justice to the -fact. There can be no doubt, from many of the stories given -in the chap-book, that George Buchanan, the scholar, is the -person pointed at; and a careful consideration of his life and -opinions, viewed in the light in which these were regarded -by many of his contemporaries and immediate successors, -will readily furnish the origin of the extraordinary actions -attributed to him. We must not, however, be understood to -give countenance to another impression, by no means uncommon -among a certain class, that George Buchanan acted -as the King’s buffoon or fool. The life of the historian of -Scotland was cast in a troublous age. Born in the year 1506, -he was an active participant in the turmoil of the Reformation -period, and had a large share in the proceedings against the -unfortunate Queen Mary. Like most of the reformers his -nature was stiff and unbending, but he possessed a dry -and caustic wit which made him valuable to his friends -and more and more hated by his enemies. His opponents -took every opportunity to vilify his character, and spread -abroad by means of books and conversations, after his -death, even by Acts of the Scottish Estates, aspersions on -his life and opinions. To show how this was done, one -or two instances may be given. A French priest named -Garasse, in a work entitled <cite lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Doctrine Curieuse</cite>,—an edition -of which was published in 1590, a few years after Buchanan’s -death—speaks of that illustrious man as a ‘hard drinker.’ -After endeavouring to show how his whole life had been one -of continual debauchery, Garasse proceeds with his shameless -libel, and makes Buchanan say on his death-bed, in answer to -the remonstrances of his doctors:—‘“Go along with you, you -and your prescriptions and dietaries! I would far rather live -only three jolly weeks, getting comfortably drunk every day,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> -than live six dreary <em>wineless</em> years.” ... He died in brief -space, however; his chamber being then rarely littered with -glasses and wine-measures.’ In his native country, also, his -memory was abused. His death in 1582 was little noticed, -but it was soon followed by an outburst against his writings. -His works have long been regarded as valuable in spite of -the many defects they admittedly have; but the Scottish -Estates, in 1584, issued an order for their purgation because -they contained ‘sundrie offensive matters, worthie to be -detecte,’ because of their ‘steiring up his hienes subjectes -theirby to misliking sedition unquietness, and to cast off their -due obedience to his Majestie.’ Heylin, in his <cite>Cosmographie</cite>, -said Buchanan’s <cite>History of Scotland</cite> and <cite lang="la" xml:lang="la">De Jure Regni</cite> had -‘wrought more mischief in the world than all Machiavel’s -works’; and the authorities of the University of Oxford, in -1683, publicly burned the political works of George Buchanan, -along with others equally obnoxious to them. These few -incidents, among many, are sufficient to indicate how the -extraordinary stories told in the chap-book came to be -attached to George Buchanan, one of the most learned and -cultured men of his time. There is good ground for the remark -that the <cite>Merry Exploits of George Buchanan</cite> ‘is a terrible libel -on an eminent man; never was mental greatness so “let -down” in the popular estimation as by this vulgar performance; -by and through which Buchanan’s humble countrymen -were taught, not to look up to him, but down upon him as a -coarse buffoon.’<a name="FNanchor_30" id="FNanchor_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> It must be admitted, however, that there -is strong reason to suspect that many of the stories were current -before the issue of the chap-book, but it, of course, would help -to perpetuate the libels. The conclusion from what has been -said may be thus briefly summarised. Dougal Graham seems -to have been the collector of ridiculous stories about George -Buchanan, the scholar and historian, these stories being, for -the most part, manifestly untrue, but the natural offspring of -the more elaborate libels written and spoken against him -immediately after his death.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p> - -<p>Many editions of this chap-book have been published, and -it promises to have the longest life of any of its race, for it is -still being issued. The copy reprinted in this work was -published in Falkirk in 1799. Among the other editions -we have seen are the following:—One issued in Edinburgh -<ins class="corr" title="Transcriber's Note—Original text: 'bear-to be ‘printed'">bears ‘to be printed</ins> in this present year,’ a somewhat indefinite -intimation, consisting of 47 <ins class="corr" title="Transcriber's Note—Original text: 'duodesimo pages'">duodecimo pages</ins>; and one -in two numbers of 24 pp. each, printed in Newcastle by -G. Angus, without date, and apparently complete. The -earliest edition mentioned is one published by A. Robertson, -Coalhill, Leith, in 1765. It was an octavo, in six parts of -eight pages each, with a title-page to each part. Another -was printed by W. R. Walker, Royal Arcade, Newcastle-on-Tyne, -but it bears no date. The Robertsons, of the -Saltmarket, Glasgow, also issued several editions of this -chap-book, among the rest of their ‘Standards.’</p> - -<p>Having thus gone over, with as much detail as possible, the -various works attributed to Dougal Graham, it will be proper -to give the list of them, with the dates of the editions -reprinted in these volumes:—</p> - -<div class="blockquot pad2"> - -1.—The History of the Rebellion, 3rd Edition. Glasgow, 1774.<br /> -2.—John Hielandman’s Remarks on Glasgow, n.d.<br /> -3.—Turnimspike, n.d.<br /> -4.—Tugal M‘Tagger, n.d.<br /> -5.—Had awa’ frae me, Donald, n.d.<br /> -6.—Jockey and Maggy’s Courtship. Glasgow, 1779.<br /> -7.—The Coalman’s Courtship. Glasgow, 1782.<br /> -8.—Lothian Tom. Edinburgh, 1775.<br /> -9.—John Cheap the Chapman. Falkirk, 1798.<br /> -10.—Leper the Taylor. Stirling, 1799.<br /> -11.—The Taylor’s Funeral. 1816.<br /> -12.—Haverel Wives. Glasgow, 1781.<br /> -13.—Janet Clinker’s Oration. Glasgow, 1807.<br /> -14.—The Witty Jokes of John Falkirk. Edinburgh, 1777.<br /> -15.—John Falkirk’s Cariches. Stirling, n.d.<br /> -16.—Pady from Cork. Glasgow, 1807.<br /> -17.—Simple John, <em>alias</em> Simple Tam. Glasgow, 1780.<br /> -18.—History of Buckhaven. Glasgow, 1806.<br /> -19.—George Buchanan. Stirling, 1795.<br /> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Such is the catalogue of Graham’s works—works with which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> -it is believed he had something more or less to do—and -which we have been able to find. Of the others attributed to -him, but unfound, are:—</p> - -<div class="blockquot pad2"> - -20.—Verses on Popular Superstitions.<br /> -21.—Dialogue between the Pope and the Prince of Darkness.<br /> -22.—Epitaph on the Third Command.<br /> -23.—Life and Transactions of Alexander Hamwinkle.<br /> -24.—Warning to Methodist Preachers.<br /> -25.—Second Warning to Methodist Preachers.<br /> -26.—Proverbs on the Pride of Women.<br /> -27.—Verses on the Pride of Women.<br /> -28.—Dying Groans of John Barleycorn.<a name="FNanchor_31" id="FNanchor_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</a><br /> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">There are probably others of which even the names have been -lost; but it seems likely that very few, if any, of those classified -as not found, will ever be traced. It is a pity that this -should be so; and every lover of the literary antiquities of -Scotland must fondly hope that in the course of time, by -some happy accident, the lost chap-books of Dougal Graham -may again see the light of day.</p> - -<p>By way of conclusion, it will be appropriate to discuss the -general character of these works. Such an inquiry involves -the weighing of opinions of several writers who, it must be -admitted on all hands, were in every way qualified to give a -judgment in the matter.</p> - -<p>The leading opinion must, of course, be that of Sir Walter -Scott. This is the record Strang<a name="FNanchor_32" id="FNanchor_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> gives of it:—‘A history of -the vulgar literature of Scotland has been long and is unquestionably -still a desideratum, for certainly nothing could -tend to throw so much light on the manners and tastes of the -great body of the people as such a work. In 1830 it was -hoped that Sir Walter Scott—than whom no man could have -so well and so heartily performed the task—would have undertaken<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> -it as a preface to Dougal Graham’s History of the -Rebellion, which, as we have hinted, he proposed giving to -the Maitland Club, but unfortunately he abandoned the idea; -yet, in doing so, Sir Walter, in a letter dated 10th May, 1830, -to the writer of this volume, among other things of Dougal, -said—“Neither had I the least idea of his being the author of -so much of our Bibliotheque Bleue as you ascribe to him, -embracing unquestionably several coarse but excessively -meritorious pieces of popular humour. The <cite>Turnamspike</cite> -alone was sufficient to entitle him to immortality. I had, in -my early life, a great collection of these chap-books, and had -six volumes of them bought before I was ten years old, comprehending -most of the more rare and curious of our popular -tracts.”’</p> - -<p>Motherwell, again, says that he himself projected—but -was unable, through want of leisure, and the difficulty of -obtaining materials, to carry his intention into effect—a -history of vulgar literature, in which, as a matter of course, -Graham must have occupied a prominent place. Referring to -the <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite>, he says:—‘However slightingly -we esteem his metrical powers, we really believe he has conscientiously -and honestly detailed the events which came -under his observation. It is not, however, on the merits of -this work, that Graham’s fame rests. Had he only written it, -we believe he never would have occupied our thoughts for a -moment; but as one who subsequently contributed largely to -the amusement of the lower classes of his countrymen, we love -to think of the facetious bellman. To his rich vein of gross -comic humour, laughable and vulgar description, great shrewdness -of observation, and strong, though immeasurably coarse -sense, every one of us, after getting out of toy books and fairy -tales, has owed much. In truth, it is no exaggeration when we -state, that he who desires to acquire a thorough knowledge of -low Scottish life, vulgar manners, national characteristics, and -popular jokes, must devote his days and nights to the study -of John Cheap the Chapman—Leper the Taylor—Paddy from -Cork—The whole proceedings of Jockie and Maggie’s Courtship—Janet<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> -Clinker’s Orations—Simple John, &c., all productions -of Dougald’s fertile brain, and his unwearied application -to the cultivation of vulgar literature. To refined taste -Dougald had no pretensions. His indelicacy is notorious—his -coarseness an abomination—but they are characteristic of the -class for whom he wrote. He is thoroughly imbued with the -national humours and peculiarities of his countrymen of the -humblest classes, and his pictures of their manners, modes of -thinking and conversation, are always sketched with a strong -and faithful pencil. Indeed, the uncommon popularity the chap-books -above noted have acquired, entitles them, in many a point -of view, to the regard of the moralist, and the literary historian. -We meet with them on every stall, and in every cottage. -They are essentially the Library of Entertaining Knowledge -to our peasantry, and have maintained their ground in the -affections of the people, notwithstanding the attempt of -religious, political, or learned associations, to displace them, by -substituting more elegant and wholesome literature in their -stead.’<a name="FNanchor_33" id="FNanchor_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_33" class="fnanchor">[33]</a></p> - -<p>Dr. Strang’s judgment is similar:—‘Of the vulgar literature -to which we have referred, and of so much of which Dougal -Graham was the author, it is enough to say that it really contributed -the chief literary pabulum enjoyed by the bulk of our -countrymen in the humbler walks of life; and though the -jokes therein promulgated certainly were broad, and sometimes -even grossly indecent, they were not untrue portraitures of -Scottish life and Scottish manners.’<a name="FNanchor_34" id="FNanchor_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_34" class="fnanchor">[34]</a></p> - -<p>Professor Fraser thus discusses the same matter:—‘He -[Graham] possessed this advantage over the ordinary historian; -that the latter from his superior height and position seldom -condescended to enter the huts of the poor, and when he did -enter, the inmates were frightened into their “Sunday clothes -and manners” by his stately and majestic presence. But -Dougal, being himself one of the poorest, introduces us into -the most secret, domestic, and every-day life and thoughts of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> -the lower classes of last century. Nothing is hidden from him. -He is treated with a familiarity which shows that his hosts -have no wish to hide anything. Then, too, he made his reader -familiar not only with their mode of life, but with the peculiarities -of their dialect, and in this way shed a not unfrequent -light on philology. Add to these virtues that Dougal is -never out of humour, always laughing and gossiping, drinking -and telling old tales. His laughter, also, is contagious; we -cannot contain ourselves. All his stories are full of people -who laugh “like to burst,” and one cannot help but join them -in their cacchinations. Nor are his sketches wanting in dramatic -power. The characters are full of individuality and life, -rendered more significant by a local flavour of demeanor and -dialect. More than one of them might have afforded models -for some of the raciest of Scott’s creations, and all of them are -instinct with genuine humour and vitality.’<a name="FNanchor_35" id="FNanchor_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_35" class="fnanchor">[35]</a></p> - -<p>Such were the opinions regarding the writings of Dougal -Graham, given expression to by four men who had studied -them, and saw their value. It is difficult, and almost unnecessary, -to add anything further to what they have said; -but in bringing this account of Graham’s works to a close, we -may be permitted to supplement the judgments quoted, by a -few additional speculations.</p> - -<p>Much has been said about the value these writings possess, -because they are, for the most part, truthful descriptions of the -life of the Scottish people of last century. In what other -works, or series of works—even those professedly dealing with -the subject—can there be obtained such a knowledge of how -the common people lived a century or two ago? We venture -to affirm that such cannot be found. The life of the people is -the life of the nation; and if it be a virtue to write personal -biography like Boswell, it is surely more so to record the inner -life of a nation, like Graham. Both, differing widely in many -and important respects, have attained success by the same -means—by placing before their readers sketches of private<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> -life, of the life which is most natural and least artificial, and -which gives the best notion of the feelings and motives that -guided either individuals or nations to success or failure. To -understand thoroughly the history of Scotland in the eighteenth -century, the ordinary historical works, dealing principally -with great movements and events, must be read in the light, -and by the aid, of the popular literature of that period; -in the same way as the resident of the twentieth century, -desiring to know the true history of the present age must, -while looking to its great religious, philanthropic, scientific, -commercial, political, and military achievements, also take -into account the criminal records, the proceedings of the -courts, the annals of the poor, and the ephemeral literature of -all kinds.</p> - -<p>Another line of thought is suggested by the indelicacy of -expression so frequently to be found in Graham’s works. -That such indelicacy exists in his works must be admitted; but -in this respect they are no worse than, and will compare favourably -with, the writings of many of the most prominent Scottish -authors, such as Sir David Lindsay, and others. Indeed, it -is worthy of notice, that men such as Fielding, Sterne, Swift, -and Smollet, highly educated, and moving in a better circle of -society in the same age with Dougal Graham, have tainted -their writings with the grossness which has been noticed, -and which, in their case, is less easily excused. The fault -was in the time when plain speaking took the place now -occupied by inuendo. Notwithstanding this, it cannot but be -noticed that in his writings there is a native manliness not -often discovered in works having greater pretensions; that -there is no mawkish sentiment or sickly prudishness; and that -in the presentation of pictures of life, they have no artificial -draperies more suggestive than nature itself. There is a -tendency on the part of those who have written upon this subject, -to deplore the indelicacy of many passages of Graham’s -works. We do not feel ourselves under any obligation to do -so, for had the author toned down the colouring of some of -his chap-books, they would have been untrue to nature to the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> -extent of the suppression. What should be regretted was the -immorality and coarseness so prevalent among the lower -classes in Scotland during last century; and he who wishes to -further the improvement and condition of the people will welcome -Graham’s chap-books as showing distinctly what required -reformation a century ago. It would hardly be too much to -say, that in some parts of Scotland a state of matters very -little different from what Graham frequently describes, may -still be found. Any one who is at all acquainted with life -among the lower classes, must admit that these descriptions -are true to nature, and that a study of them is necessary -before we can know thoroughly upon what the present superstructure -of Scottish civilisation has been built. Graham, -perhaps unintentionally, has held ‘the mirror up to nature,’ -has shown ‘virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and -the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.’</p> - -<p>It would be difficult, again, to over-estimate the value of -Dougal Graham’s works as affording illustrations of the folk-lore -of Scotland. Almost all the superstitions that obtained -among the common people of his time he has touched upon -either directly or indirectly; and in many instances he has -given information upon this and kindred subjects which it -would be difficult to find anywhere else. While all his chap-books -may be found useful in this direction, a few of them -stand out as perfect storehouses of folk-lore. Among the -most notable of these are <cite>The History of Buckhaven</cite>, <cite>The History -of the Haveral Wives</cite>, <cite>Jockey and Maggy’s Courtship</cite>, the -three parts of <cite>Leper the Taylor</cite>, and even <cite>Pady from Cork</cite>. -In the first-mentioned chap-book there are some particularly -valuable notes about the opinions current regarding the Arch-enemy -and all his supposed representatives on earth, such as -witches, kelpies, fairies, and ‘bogles’ of all kinds. The folk-lore -of the hare, or ‘mauken,’ in this work is also very full, -and has given Mr. William George Black, F.S.A., Scot., a -valuable illustration for his able article on ‘The Hare in Folk-Lore,’ -in a recent issue of <cite>The Folk-Lore Journal</cite>. Similar -remarks could be made about the other chap-books specially<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> -named, but enough has been said in a general way to indicate -their value in this direction. In the notes to the chap-books -themselves some attempt may be made to show, in a manner -more detailed than is possible here, their worth as throwing -light upon the superstitions prevalent during the eighteenth -century.</p> - -<p>How far the genius of Dougal Graham would have been -affected by an education superior to that which he obtained, -it would be difficult to say. Possibly greater culture might -have raised him to the rank of a Scott; perhaps it might only -have left him in the ranks of mediocrity. In the one case he -would have produced works of greater literary value; in the -other, possibly, none at all. One thing is evident, however, -that a series of writings which discover the under-currents of -Scottish life in a busy century, would have been lost to literature, -and that whatever gain there may have in one direction, it -could hardly counter-balance the loss another way. Taking -Dougal Graham all in all, his uncultured energy, his ‘hameliness,’ -and his ready wit, have won for him a place in Scottish -literature it would be difficult to supply, and which no one but -himself was qualified to occupy. What that place was we -shall endeavour to show in the following pages, when dealing -with the chap-literature of Scotland.</p> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r20" /> -<h3 class="fs80"><a name="III_THE_CHAP-LIT" id="III_THE_CHAP-LIT"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">III.—THE CHAP-LITERATURE OF SCOTLAND.</a></h3> - - -<p>Fully half a century ago, William Motherwell, whose name -has been frequently mentioned in these pages, penned this -sentence:—‘A History of Vulgar Literature, from the earliest -of the present times, we believe, would form a valuable acquisition -to the libraries of the curious.’ About thirty years later -Dr. Strang expressed the same idea in terms somewhat -similar:—‘A history of the vulgar literature of Scotland has -been long and is unquestionably still, a desideratum, for -certainly nothing could tend to throw so much light on the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> -manners and tastes of the great body of the people as such a -work.’ Notwithstanding the lapse of time the work so much -desired has yet to be done; though Professor Fraser within -recent years has brought together, in a concise form, material -regarding chap-literature, which, before his work on the -Humorous Chap-Books of Scotland, was only to be found in -fragments in various books and magazines. By his own confession, -however, his work is merely an instalment, and, as we -have indicated, a history of the chap-literature of Scotland has -yet to be written. It is a matter to be regretted that the -popular works of last century—the works which found most -favour with the great mass of the people, and which, with the -addition of the Bible, was the bulk of their reading—should -have been over-looked. No complaint can be made of any -neglect of the higher walks in the profession of letters in the -eighteenth century. The philosophers, poets, novelists, and -historians of Scotland in the last century, have had at least -justice done them. But their works, for the most part, were -addressed to the educated, then a small proportion of the -population. Those who wrote for the people—for the uneducated -peasantry—have been ignored, a notable exception being -Burns, whose works were popular with all classes. Their -works were long considered to be unworthy of notice; and -out of a very large issue, there can now only be found a -few stray leaflets. With such material as can be had, a short -sketch of that literature is given in the following pages, for the -purpose of showing the place occupied in it by Dougal Graham.</p> - -<p>‘Our fathers have told us,’ could the mediæval Scot say as -well as the ancient Israelite, for the traditions of former days -in ballad, song, and story, were handed down from generation -to generation. In the good old times, the gaberlunzie man -would rehearse, by the peat fire of some remote farm-house, -tales of the present and the past; or the discredited minstrel -of the ‘iron time’ would tune—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verse0">—— ‘To please a peasant’s ear,</p> -<p class="verse0">The harp a king had loved to hear.’</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">From these, celebrated by royal and knightly poets, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> -encircled by the halo of romance, we must descend to the -more prosaic, because better known, chapman, who, in a -latter age, filled their places. Travelling over the country -with a pack composed of haberdashery goods of the most -varied kind, and with coarsely printed specimens of the literature -to which his profession has given a name, he retailed at -each farm-house the news he had heard on his journeys; and -on a winter’s evening, by the kitchen fire, he could make the -time seem to pass swiftly, as he drew upon his experience for -stories of the most wonderful description, or recalled the days -of chivalry by his old-world tales. He was thus admitted to -the inner circle: he mixed with the people as one of themselves.</p> - -<p>Having thus shown the chapman’s descent, it will be interesting -to notice the origin of the name given to his profession, if -it may be so called. Professor Fraser says ‘the prefix “chap” -originally meant “to cheap or cheapen,” as in the word -“cheapening-place,” meaning a market-place,—hence the -English Cheapside and Eastcheap.’ In addition, it may be -stated that the word ‘chapman’ is derived from the Anglo-Saxon -“ceap-man,” <em>ceap</em> meaning ‘a sale, or bargain’; and it -is related to the Suio-Gothic or Swedish <em>keop-a</em>, whence is -derived the Scottish ‘coup’ or ‘cowp,’ now confined to horse-selling, -colloquially spoken of as ‘horse-cowping.’ Another -illustration may be found in the name ‘Chepstow,’ a place in -Monmouthshire, meaning a market, or place for chapmen. -The general title of ‘chap-books’ was given to small tracts -hawked through the country by these worthies, who, however, -were willing to sell anything upon which they could make a -profit. Their business was a necessity of the times, when -roads were bad, when stage-coaches were hardly known, and -when railways would have been thought an impossibility and -absurdity. The people in the rural districts bought all their -smallwares from them; and the visit of the chapman to a -remote Lowland village, or Highland clachan, was an event -to be remembered by the women-folks far and near.</p> - -<p>When and how the chap-literature of Scotland took its -origin it would be difficult to say with anything like precision.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> -There is, however, good ground for the assumption that it may -have originated about the period of the Covenanting troubles, -and that it probably received its first material impetus from -the Revolution of 1688. As early as 1644, Zachary Boyd, -for some time minister of the Barony Parish of Glasgow, and -Vice-Chancellor of the University, complained to the General -Assembly about the ‘idle books, ... fables, love-songs, -baudry ballads, heathen husks, youth’s poison,’ in circulation. -Printing was then in its infancy in Scotland, and it is -interesting to note how, thus early in its existence, it sought -to extend to the people a cheap literature which, though -perhaps not of the most wholesome kind, might hardly be -deserving of the strictures of the stern presbyterian of the -seventeenth century. After the Restoration, a change appears -to have come over the popular literature; a new element was -introduced; and the internal evidence of the chap-books -relating to Peden, Cargill, and other worthies of the ‘killing -time,’ indicate that their first editions were published within a -few years at least of the events recorded in them. The press, -apparently, was made great use of by the preachers who had -been ousted from their pulpits; and many sermons were sent -out in the form of chap-books. In the second portion of the -library of the late Dr. David Laing, which was recently sold -off in London, there was an interesting volume of chap-books -relating chiefly to Scottish religious and ecclesiastical affairs. -Among others, it included the following:—‘Renwick (J.), -Man’s Great Concernment, 1687’; ‘Love (C.), Christ’s Glorious -Appearance, <em>Glasgow</em>, 1692’; and ‘Row (J.), Sermon commonly -known by the Pockmanty Preaching, <em>Edin.</em>, 1723.’ -From what has been said, there seems to be little doubt that -the chap-literature of Scotland was of somewhat earlier origin -than that of England. A recent writer, referring to English -chap-books, says:—‘The Chap-book proper did not exist before -the former date [1700], unless the Civil War and political -tracts can be so termed. Doubtless these were hawked by the -pedlars, but they were not those penny worths, suitable to -everybody’s taste, and within the reach of anybody’s purse,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> -owing to their extremely low price, which must, or ought to -have, extracted every available copper in the village, when the -Chapman opened his budget of brand-new books.’<a name="FNanchor_36" id="FNanchor_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_36" class="fnanchor">[36]</a></p> - -<p>But happier times produced a further change on Scottish -chap-literature, which again included within its borders productions -of a less sober character than sermons and the lives -and opinions of martyrs, though these still held their ground -in public estimation. Among the chaps, the originals or early -reprints of which were published at the beginning of the -eighteenth century, were many of a religious or semi-religious -character, such as the following:—‘Last Words of Christian -Kerr, <em>Edin.</em>, 1708’; ‘Description of Jerusalem, <em>Edin.</em>, 1727’; -and ‘Last Words of Margaret Abercromby, <em>Edin.</em>, 1729.’ -As for the ‘Pockmanty Preaching,’ already mentioned as -having been issued in 1723, it was one of a considerable -class which has been well represented in <cite>Scottish Presbyterian -Eloquence Displayed</cite>. About this time, also, Allan Ramsay -published many of his earlier poems in chap-book or broadside -form, and to this must be attributed the speedy hold he -took on the favour of the people. Chalmers, in his life of the -poet, says that after the year 1715, Ramsay ‘wrote many -petty poems, which from time to time he published at a proportionate -price. In this form, his poetry was at the time -attractive; and the women of Edinburgh were wont to send -out their children, with a penny, to buy “Ramsay’s last -piece.” ... On those principles he published, about the -year 1716, the “Christ’s Kirk on the Green.”’<a name="FNanchor_37" id="FNanchor_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_37" class="fnanchor">[37]</a> Though he did -not long continue this practice, he had afterwards to suffer some -annoyance by others doing it for him. In his ‘Address to the -Town Council of Edinburgh,’ written in 1721, he complains -that he had ‘suffer’d muckle wrang’ by ‘Lucky Reid and -ballad-singers,’ publishing a trashy edition of his pastoral on -Addison. He bewails the many mistakes in it, and says that -publication kept him from his natural rest.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> - -<p>The ‘Lucky Reid,’ mentioned in Ramsay’s complaint, was -the widow of John Reid, printer, in Bell’s Wynd, Edinburgh. -Reid did a large business in issuing scraps of popular literature. -He was the original publisher of many of the strange -productions of William Mitchell, <em>alias</em> ‘The Tinclarian -Doctor;’ an odd being who sought by his works to spread -‘light’ throughout Scotland. Mitchell was a lamplighter in -Edinburgh for twelve years, but, losing this situation, he got, -as he says himself, ‘an inward call from the Spirit, to give -light to the ministers.’ His works may be classed among the -chap-books of Scotland, for, though he sold them himself, and -did not allow them to be retailed by the chapmen, they are -of the same description.</p> - -<p>Great activity in the publication of chap-books is known to -have been displayed by printers in the various cities and -towns in Scotland for the next decade or two; though, as far -as can be judged from the few remnants of their productions -still to be found, there was no author who, in any way, marked -the literature with his individuality. Small collections of -songs seem to have been in great request; old ballads were -reprinted, and extracts were made from the writings of many -of the poets; and the chap literature of England, which by -this time had attained to some maturity, was beginning to -make an impression on the Scottish people. Dream-books, -and small works relating to astrology, palmistry, physiognomy, -foreign travel, and such like, had become common, and were -hailed by the people with manifest delight. These publications, -issued at a price which put them within the reach of -all classes, served to keep alive the superstitious beliefs which -to this day are by no means eradicated from the popular -mind, and which occasionally show themselves in most -unlooked for quarters, and under the most extraordinary -circumstances. Even the semi-religious chap-books had a -tendency in this direction; and the so-called prophecies of the -leaders in the Covenanting movement were regarded as certain -of fulfilment, each change being eagerly watched and noticed -as having a bearing upon the utterance of some martyr to the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> -unholy zeal of the persecutors. As the general prophecies of -Thomas the Rhymer, the seer of Ercildoune, were regarded -as finding their fulfilment in the political events of the time; -as the prophecies of Mother Shipton have recently been -scanned, and even caused agitation among a nervous few, on -account of the prediction—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘The world to an end shall come,</p> -<p class="verse0">In eighteen hundred and eighty-one’;</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">so were the sayings of Peden, Cargill, and others, believed to -be finding their realisation in the many actual and supposed -calamities that every now and then occurred within the land -for which they had suffered so much. An interesting notice -of the power of these books is furnished by the Rev. Dr. -Alexander Carlyle, minister of Inveresk, in the middle of last -century:—‘In the month of March or April this year [1744], -having gone down [from Glasgow] with a merchant to visit -New Port-Glasgow, as our dinner was preparing at the inn, -we were alarmed with the howling and weeping of half-a-dozen -of women in the kitchen, which was so loud and lasting -that I went to see what was the matter, when, after some time, -I learnt from the calmest among them that a pedlar had left a -copy of Peden’s <cite>Prophecies</cite> that morning, which having read -part of, they found that he had predicted woes of every kind to -the people of Scotland; and in particular that Clyde would run -with blood in the year 1744, which now being some months -advanced, they believed that their destruction was at hand. I -was puzzled how to pacify them, but calling for the book, I -found that the passage which had terrified them was contained -in the forty-fourth paragraph, without any allusion whatever to -the year; and by this means I quieted their lamentations. -Had the intended expedition of Mareschal Saxe been carried -into execution that year, as was intended, their fears might -have been realised.’<a name="FNanchor_38" id="FNanchor_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_38" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> An instance of the supposed fulfilment -of a prophecy of Thomas the Rhymer, about this date, may -be cited from Dougal Graham’s <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite>.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> -Referring to Prestonpans, and after describing the battle -fought there on the 21st of September, 1745, between the -clans under Prince Charlie and the troops under Sir John -Cope, he says:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘The place old Rhymer told long before,</p> -<p class="verse0">“That between Seaton and the sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">“A dreadful morning there should be,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Meet in the morning lighted by the moon,</p> -<p class="verse0">“The lion his wound here, heal shall not soon.”</p> -<p class="verse0">In Thomas’ book of this you’ll read,</p> -<p class="verse0">Mention’d by both Merlin and Bead.’</p> -</div></div> - -<p>The publication, in 1746, of Dougal Graham’s <cite>History of -the Rebellion</cite>, marks the beginning of an important era in the -progress of the chap literature of Scotland. Larger than -most of the works hitherto issued to the public at a cheap -rate and through the medium of pedlars, the living interest it -possessed, by dealing with events and aspirations which at -that time still had a firm hold on the minds of the people, -gave it a popularity hardly less than that attained by the -smaller and cheaper productions preceding it. Even yet, it -possesses a unique position among its class. But the <cite>History</cite> -is also interesting in its relation to Scottish popular literature -in that it was the first known publication of an author -whose numerous works afterwards gave to it a distinctive -character, and elevated it to a rank certainly not equalled by -the kindred literature of England. It is probable that the -publication of Graham’s works extended from 1746 until his -death in 1779, the poetical pieces being first in order; -and, while there is no definite information on the point, it can -be fairly assumed that they from the first made a distinct -impression. Their predecessors, though they had a strong -hold upon the popular favour, treated for the most part either -with the theological and superstitious sides of the Scottish -nature, or with peculiarities common to every section of the -island. Dougal struck out a new line, described Scottish life -as he found it and knew it by personal observation and contact. -By this means he was able to present to his readers -vigorous pictures of the life they themselves lived, the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> -opinions they themselves expressed, the language in which -they spoke, and, above all, he could appeal to their likes and -dislikes in a way which none of his craft had done before, or -was able to do after him. These features in the works of -Dougal Graham gave him an unwonted popularity, and the -couplet in the preface to a late edition of <cite>John Falkirk’s -Cariches</cite> shows the estimation in which he was held:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verseq">‘The wittiest fellow in his time,</p> -<p class="verse0">Either for Prose or making Rhyme.’</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">The varied character of his works gave to the literature -of which they were a part a native strength that otherwise -would not have belonged to it; and while they may have, to -some extent, deepened the taint of coarseness which before -found a place within its ranks, they added to its value as -illustrating the tastes and manners of the common people. -To convince himself of the truth of this statement, all that the -reader requires to do is to note carefully the chap-books -written by Graham, either in contrast with others, or by themselves. -There is enough in them, without considering their -relation to others, to prove that statement, for their truthfulness -to human nature, and especially Scottish human nature, -appeals to the heart and convinces the judgment.</p> - -<p>While Dougal Graham was thus actively employed, and -with so much effect, other writers were contributing their -quota to chapman literature. None of these authors can now -be traced, possibly because they kept their identity concealed, -but a few of their works still remain. One or two of them -may be noticed. In 1764, there were issued in Edinburgh -two chap-books which may be regarded as the forerunners of -the modern ‘letter-writers.’ One of them, <cite>The Art of Courtship</cite>, -contained ‘Amorous dialogues, love letters, complimental -expressions, with a particular description of Courtship, etc.’; -while the other bore the title of <cite>The Accomplished Courtier, or -A New School of Love</cite>. In the same city, in 1767, there was -published <cite>The Comical Notes and Sayings of the Reverend Mr. -John Pettegrew</cite>, minister in Govan. It contained stories, -humorous and sometimes very broad, about the reverend<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> -gentleman, but they had probably as little foundation in fact as -the extraordinary tales recorded of George Buchanan. There -are other chap-books with a popularity almost equal to those -named, and to the productions of Dougal Graham, such as—<cite>The -Wife of Beath</cite>, a metrical travesty of Chaucer’s tale; the -still highly esteemed <cite>Watty and Meg</cite>; <cite>Thrummy Cap</cite>; <cite>The -Dominie Deposed</cite>; <cite>Margaret and the Minister</cite>; and a host -of others.</p> - -<p>Nothing that can be said to have given any new feature to -chap literature was published after Graham’s death, though it -still continued to be very popular. Many printers throughout -the country set themselves almost exclusively to its circulation, -which, it has been stated, had reached, before the close -of the century, a quarter of a million copies annually. The -old chap-books were reprinted in almost every town of any -note in Scotland, sometimes in full, sometimes abridged; -songs and ballads were collected and got up in chap-book and -broadside form; and extracts from larger works were made and -published in a guise under which their authors would have -had difficulty in recognising them. Dougal Graham, of -course, had great attention paid to him; and edition after -edition of his numerous works was scattered over the country; -while Robert Burns, then rising into fame as a poet, had -his writings reproduced in many of the collections of songs. -For the first twenty years of the present century the chap-books -enjoyed an unimpaired popularity, but they gradually -began to decline in favour. An impression of their vulgarity -got abroad, they were regarded by public moralists as pestilential -and therefore deserving extinction; some publishers -turned out from their presses ‘New and Improved Series,’ and -at last they came to be regarded as belonging to a bygone -age, worthy only of the consideration of antiquaries, some -utilitarians being doubtful if they even merited that attention. -The time had changed, and the popular taste had improved; -and, after 1832, Chambers’ <cite>Journal</cite> took the place among the -people formerly occupied by chap-books. As the taste for -reading increased, the <cite>Journal</cite> shared honours with other<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> -publications, until now the issue of ephemeral literature has -reached an extraordinary development. There are, however, -many still living who remember the days of chap-literature, -and who can recall the zest with which they first read the -adventures of ‘Louden Tam,’ ‘Leper the Tailor,’ ‘John Cheap,’ -and all that race.</p> - -<p>It would be impossible in this place to give a note of the -printers who assisted in the issue of the chap literature of -Scotland, though to do so would be highly interesting. Their -name is legion. Of the work of the earlier printers very few -specimens remain; but towards the end of last century some -of the printers in Glasgow, Edinburgh, Falkirk, and other -large towns, attained to quite a celebrity for their efforts in -this direction. James and Matthew Robertson, whose shop -was in the Saltmarket, between the Cross and what is now -known as St. Andrew’s Street, and who were in business at -the end of the eighteenth, and beginning of the nineteenth, -century, made about £30,000 off them. They published all -Dougal Graham’s booklets in their most complete forms, -besides everything of the chap-book kind then in circulation. -At their death their money went to the only daughter of -Matthew, and her reputation for benevolence to the poor long -survived her. Two other Saltmarket printers were Thomas -Duncan, at No. 159, and R. Hutchison, at No. 10, both of -whom flourished in the early years of this century. The -headquarters of the chap-book printers in Edinburgh were in -Niddery’s Wynd and the Cowgate. Some most valuable -pieces were issued from the Wynd about the middle of last -century; and, in the Cowgate in the early years of this century, -Morren printed all and sundry, scattering chap-books broadcast -over the east coast. About 1760, A. Robertson, Coalhill, -Leith, did an extensive business in this way. Falkirk, again, -occupies a high position in this respect, for during the last -few years of the eighteenth, and the early years of the present, -century, T. Johnston issued a large number of chap-books, -most of them valuable because they do not seem to have -been much, if any, abridged. C. and M. Randall, of Stirling,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> -about the same time were engaged in a similar work. Without -further detail, this list of these eminent printers may be -closed by the mention of the name of George Caldwell, -Paisley, who flourished in both centuries, and who is believed -to have been the original printer of many of Dougal Graham’s -chap-books. Few, if any, of his early productions can now -be found.</p> - -<p>In concluding this necessarily brief outline of the history of -the chap-literature of Scotland, we may be allowed to quote -from <cite>The Thistle</cite>, a Glasgow magazine published in 1847. It -was edited by Alexander B. Grosart, the now eminent editor -of the Fuller Worthies’ Library, etc., who was at that time in -the employment of Dr. John Buchanan, the Glasgow banker -and antiquary. Mr. Grosart had in that magazine a quaintly -written article on ‘Chap-Beuks and Ballats,’ beginning in this -strain:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"> -<p class="verse0">‘Chap-Beuks and Ballats</p> -<p class="verse8">—— “To rede are delectabill.</p> -<p class="verse8">Suppois that thai be nocht bot fabill;</p> -<p class="verse8">Then suld ‘auld storyss’ that suthfast were,</p> -<p class="verse8">Have ‘doubill pleasance.’”</p> -</div></div> - -<p class="noindent">‘So said or sung “Makkar” Barbour in his “Quhair” of the -Bruce. Chap-beuks and Ballats occupied a “far-ben corner o’ -the heart” of our Fathers and Grandfathers; indeed we have -a “doubill pleasaunce” in these “auld storyss” when “tauld -in gude manner.”’ Such is a true estimate of their position -in the hearts and minds of the Scots of the eighteenth century. -The opinions Sir Walter Scott and William Motherwell had of -Dougal Graham’s writings have already been shown, and their -estimate of the value of the literature for which he wrote has -been clearly brought out.</p> - -<p>No one need regret that the days of chap-books are gone, -but the human mind has a tendency to turn with a loving -look to the past, as if life in it had been easier than in the -present. It is, however, another illustration of the familiar -adage that ‘distance lends enchantment to the view.’ -These works, impossible now, must be regarded in the light -in which Dean Ramsay prepared his <cite>Reminiscences</cite>. His<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> -object was to ‘depict a phase of national manners which was -fast passing away, and thus, in however humble a department, -contribute something to the materials of history, by exhibiting -social customs and habits of thought which at a particular -era were characteristic of a race.’<a name="FNanchor_39" id="FNanchor_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_39" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> Such is the value of the -remnants of the once extensive chap literature of Scotland. -With a finer public taste, and a purer, though not more -vigorous, popular literature, these old books are now discredited -except for antiquarian purposes. Perhaps the change -cannot be better shown than in the illustration given by Dean -Ramsay, who says in his ‘Conclusion’:—‘In 1821, Mrs. Keith -of Ravelstone, grand-aunt of Sir Walter Scott, thus writes, in -returning to him the work of a female novelist which she had -borrowed from him out of curiosity, and to remind her of -“auld lang syne:”—“Is it not a very odd thing that I, an old -woman of eighty and upwards, sitting alone, feel myself -ashamed to read a book which, sixty years ago, I have heard -read aloud for the amusement of large circles, consisting of the -first and most creditable society in London!”’<a name="FNanchor_40" id="FNanchor_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_40" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> It is well -that such should be the case; but it is in the interests of the -purity of public morals, of the progress of national life, that -these old land-marks should be preserved; for by them only -can we tell of the manners and customs of our forefathers, or -estimate what advancement has been made since their time.</p> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p> -<p class="p6" /> - -<h2 class="no-brk fs80"><a name="AN_IMPARTIAL" id="AN_IMPARTIAL"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">AN IMPARTIAL<br /> -<br /> -<span class="fs120 lsp4">HISTORY</span></a></h2> - -<p class="p1 pfs70">of the</p> - -<p class="pfs100 lsp">RISE, PROGRESS, and EXTINCTION</p> - -<p class="p1 pfs70">of the late</p> - -<p class="pfs135 lsp3">REBELLION</p> - -<p class="pfs100">In <em>Britain</em>, in the Years 1745 and 1746.</p> - -<p class="p2 negin2 lht">Giving an ACCOUNT of every <span class="smcap">Battle</span>, <span class="smcap">Skirmish</span>, and -<span class="smcap">Siege</span>, from the Time of the PRETENDER’S coming -out of <em>France</em>, until he landed in <em>France</em> again; with -Plans of the Battles of <em>Preston-pans</em>, <em>Clifton</em>, <em>Falkirk</em>, -and <em>Culloden</em>.</p> - -<p class="p1 negin2 lht">With a real DESCRIPTION of his <span class="smcap">Dangers</span> and <span class="smcap">Travels</span> -through the <em>HIGHLAND</em> Isles, after the Break at -<em>CULLODEN</em>.</p> - -<p class="p6" /> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p> -<p class="p6" /> - -<p class="fs80">[The <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite>, as given in the following pages, is a reprint, -<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">verbatim et literatim</i>, of the third edition—the earliest now existent—published -in 1774 by John Robertson, Glasgow. It is from a beautiful copy in the possession -of Mr. George Gray, Clerk of the Peace, Glasgow, who kindly placed it at -the disposal of the editor.]</p> - -<p class="p6" /> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> -<p class="p4" /> - -<h3><a name="PREF2" id="PREF2"></a><a href="#CONTENTS"><em>PREFACE.</em></a></h3> -<hr class="r10" /> - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">It</span> is grown customary to introduce New Publications (however -trifling) to the Public, with some kind of Oration in -their Favour——Some must have their Literary Productions -shelter’d under the Protection of the <span class="smcap">Great</span>, that they may -have an Opportunity of showing their Talents in paying -flattering Compliments, to gratify their Patron’s Vanity, often -at the expence of Truth, and always with the sinister View of -Advantage to themselves——Others, take their own Word for -it, are prevail’d upon, to publish their Writings at the request -of judicious Friends, thereby, laying the Public under a kind -of Tribute to their friends, by obliging them to subscribe to -their Judgment, or condemn their Taste, and excuse the -poor Author, whose Modesty would otherwise have kept -his Productions a Secret.——Some have wrote with the momentuous -View of instructing and amending the World——A -laudable, but arduous Task! and every One alledges some -Reason or other for commencing Author.</p> - -<p class="p1" /> -<p><span class="smcap">I too</span> have my Reasons, which I will candidly own: I -shall not say they are as weighty as others are; but I will -venture to affirm, they are as common, and such as have -introduced into the World ten thousand <span class="smcap">Brats of the -Brain</span>, besides mine.</p> - -<p class="p1" /> -<p><span class="smcap">First</span> then, I have an Itch for Scribling, and having wrote -the following for my Pleasure, I had an Ambition to have -this Child of mine out in the world, expecting, if it should<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> -thrive and do well, it might bring Credit or Comfort to the -Parent——For it is my firm Opinion, that Parental Affection -is as strong towards Children of the Brain, as those produced -by natural Generation.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Having</span> thus far shown my Reason for Publishing, allow -me in the next Place, to show my Method——I have no -dread of any Body’s finding Fault with me for telling the -Truth, because Charles has no Sway here; Duke William, -once the Idol of the loyal British, is gone to the house of -Silence, and I believe, if I should take the Liberty to tell the -Truth of him, no Body could blame me—therefore, I have -impartially related all that to me seemed worth while, of the -Actions of either Party in that confused Fray, from the -Writings of the Celebrated <span class="smcap">Voltaire</span>, from the Author of -Ascanius, or from my own <span class="smcap">Observation</span>, having been an -Eye-witness to most of the Movements of the Armies, from -the Rebels first crossing the Ford of Frew to their final -defeat at Culloden.——The Highlanders <span class="smcap">Stealt</span>, <span class="smcap">Raivt</span>, -and <span class="smcap">Sipped</span> the <span class="smcap">Kirn</span>, I really think, pinching Hunger -caused most of their Disorders.——The Red-coats unmercifully -houghed the Cows, and burnt the Houses of many poor -Folks who were innocent of the Rebellion: By both, the -Sakeless suffered.——I have wrote it in Vulgar Rhyme, -being what not only pleased my own Fancy, but what I -have found acceptable to the most part of my Countrymen, -especially to those of common Education like myself. If -I have done well, ’tis what I should like: and if I have fail’d, -’tis what Mankind are liable to——Therefore, let Cavillers -rather write a better one, than pester themselves and the -Public with their Criticisms of my Faults.——To the candid -Public, I beg leave to present it, such as it is, and if they -applaud, let Zoilus carp his fill——I have gained my End, -and am</p> - -<p class="right padr2">The Public’s most obedient Servant,</p> - -<p class="right">DOUGAL GRAHAM.</p> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> - -<p class="pfs70">THE</p> - -<p class="pfs100 lsp2">HISTORY</p> - -<p class="p1 pfs70">OF THE</p> - -<p class="pfs135 lsp2">REBELLION</p> - -<p class="pfs100"><span class="smcap">In Britain</span> in the years 1745 and 1746.</p> - -<p class="p1" /> -<hr class="r20a" /> -<hr class="r20a" /> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<h3><a name="CHAP_I" id="CHAP_I"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. I.</a></h3> - -<p class="pfs100"><em>Introduction and Origin of the War. Charles’ landing in -Scotland and march to Tranent.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">In the year se’enteen hundred and forty one,</p> -<p class="verse0">An imperious and bloody war began,</p> -<p class="verse0">Amongst kings and queens in Germanie,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who should the Roman Emperor be.</p> -<p class="verse0">French and Prussians did jointly go,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Hungarian queen to overthro’;</p> -<p class="verse0">But British, Hanoverians, and Dutch,</p> -<p class="verse0">Espous’d her cause, and that too much.</p> -<p class="verse0">From year to year, the flame it grew,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till armies to the field they drew,</p> -<p class="verse0">At Dittingen and Fontenoy,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did many thousand lives destroy.</p> -<p class="verse0">And then the French, they form’d a plan,</p> -<p class="verse0">To animate our Highland clan,</p> -<p class="verse0">By sending the Pretender’s son</p> -<p class="verse0">To claim Great Britain as his own;</p> -<p class="verse0">Which drew the British forces back,</p> -<p class="verse0">And made the German war to slack.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">In the month of July, forty-five,</p> -<p class="verse0">This project into act, they drive.</p> -<p class="verse0">Prince Charles, the Pretender’s son,</p> -<p class="verse0">On board a French frigate is gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">With Sullivan, of Irish birth,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Tilly-bairn of noble worth;</p> -<p class="verse0">With other five Scots natives more,</p> -<p class="verse0">Left Lazare, on Brittany shore.</p> -<p class="verse0">First to Belleisle they steer’d their way</p> -<p class="verse0">July the fifteenth, that very day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where they the Elis’beth did join,</p> -<p class="verse0">A man-of-war, with arms and coin,</p> -<p class="verse0">To be his guardian ship, and store,</p> -<p class="verse0">But could not reach the British shore;</p> -<p class="verse0">Altho’ well mann’d with sixty guns,</p> -<p class="verse0">The English Lion, made blood and wounds,</p> -<p class="verse0">Her captain slew, and seventy more;</p> -<p class="verse0">Made all her crew with wounds and gore,</p> -<p class="verse0">Fly with the wind in haste to France,</p> -<p class="verse0">And into Brest they got by chance.</p> -<p class="verse0">Right narrowly, escaping sinking,</p> -<p class="verse0">Show’rs of balls around them clinking.</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus by the Lion, and captain Brett,</p> -<p class="verse0">He and his convoy, were separate.</p> -<p class="verse0">His frigate eleven guns did carry,</p> -<p class="verse0">But on the battle, she did not tarry,</p> -<p class="verse0">And thought it best to get away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Because he’d been the richest prey:</p> -<p class="verse0">The Scottish coast, he reach’d at last,</p> -<p class="verse0">Amongst the Isles, into the west;</p> -<p class="verse0">Near Lochaber, there did he land,</p> -<p class="verse0">At Kinloch-moidart, I understand;</p> -<p class="verse0">With one Macdonald he did stay,</p> -<p class="verse0">And on his standard, did display</p> -<p class="verse0">This motto, <span class="smcap">Tandem Triumphans</span>,</p> -<p class="verse0">At length triumphant, the English is.</p> -<p class="verse0">His <span class="smcap">Manifestoes</span>, also spread,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Which for the Scots, great favour had;</p> -<p class="verse0">How that the Union, he’d dissolve,</p> -<p class="verse0">And the tax from Malt, Salt and Coal;</p> -<p class="verse0">And as for the High Church of England,</p> -<p class="verse0">As now establish’d, ’twas to stand:</p> -<p class="verse0">But for Scots Kirk, call’d Presbytry,</p> -<p class="verse0">He would consider at more delay.</p> -<p class="verse0">This set the clergy on his tap,</p> -<p class="verse0">And kept some thousands from the trap,</p> -<p class="verse0">Wherein with him they had been snar’d</p> -<p class="verse0">If under arms, they had appear’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Highland Chiefs drew clans together,</p> -<p class="verse0">But of the end, did not consider,</p> -<p class="verse0">If their designs, miscarry should,</p> -<p class="verse0">How that they were, of all befool’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Camrons rose, headed by Lochiel,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Stewarts did under Appin dwell,</p> -<p class="verse0">With the Macdonalds of Glengary.</p> -<p class="verse0">These clans did first his arms carry,</p> -<p class="verse0">Numbred one thousand, eight hundred men,</p> -<p class="verse0">But badly arm’d, as you may ken;</p> -<p class="verse0">With lockless guns, and rusty swords,</p> -<p class="verse0">Durks and pistols of ancient sorts,</p> -<p class="verse0">Old scythes, with their rumples even,</p> -<p class="verse0">Into a tree, they had them driv’n;</p> -<p class="verse0">And some, with battons of good oak,</p> -<p class="verse0">Vow’d to kill at every stroke:</p> -<p class="verse0">Some had hatchets upon a pole,</p> -<p class="verse0">Mischievous weapons, antick and droll,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was both for cleaving and for clieking,</p> -<p class="verse0">And durking too, their way of speaking.</p> -<p class="verse0">Their uniform, was belted plaids,</p> -<p class="verse0">Bonnets of blew upon their heads,</p> -<p class="verse0">With white cockade and naked thie</p> -<p class="verse0">Of foot, as nimble as may be.</p> -<p class="verse0">The rumour spread thro’ all the land,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of the Pretender and his band,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Then two companies padrolling went</p> -<p class="verse0">Of Sinclair’s soldiers, with intent,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to disperse this rebel crew,</p> -<p class="verse0">But found it was too hard to do;</p> -<p class="verse0">Being surrounded by the way,</p> -<p class="verse0">And forc’d their arms down to lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">They prisoners of war were made,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or with them list, they freedom had;</p> -<p class="verse0">And, Swethenham of Guise’s foot,</p> -<p class="verse0">But he on parole, release got,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who gave the real authentic count</p> -<p class="verse0">What strength, the Highland pow’rs did mount,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who did command, what clans they were,</p> -<p class="verse0">How they encamped, when and where.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Sir John Cope gen’ralissimo,</p> -<p class="verse0">Troops in Scotland prepar’d to go,</p> -<p class="verse0">Break and scatter them, if he might,</p> -<p class="verse0">Before they came to a great height,</p> -<p class="verse0">And all inventions did contrive,</p> -<p class="verse0">To catch that Prince, dead or alive.</p> -<p class="verse0">A proclamation there was made,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of thirty thousand<a name="FNanchor_41" id="FNanchor_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_41" class="fnanchor">[41]</a> for his head,</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet this did not prevent his friends,</p> -<p class="verse0">Him to assist with men, and means,</p> -<p class="verse0">From different corners of the land,</p> -<p class="verse0">They came for to augment his band.</p> -<p class="verse0">But Cope into the North he went,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thinking their growth for to prevent;</p> -<p class="verse0">With all the foot he could collect,</p> -<p class="verse0">Light arm’d they were, thinking to break</p> -<p class="verse0">And scatter a wild unarmed crew,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who that of fighting, nothing knew.</p> -<p class="verse0">The horse he made at Stirling stay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Under the wall encamp’d they lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">While he march’d on from hill to hill,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">But them to find he had no skill,</p> -<p class="verse0">For Charles sent in their way a scout,</p> -<p class="verse0">At which they follow’d close pursuit,</p> -<p class="verse0">O’er the mountains to Inverness;</p> -<p class="verse0">Before he heard where Charlie was,</p> -<p class="verse0">Possessed of the town of Perth,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there was join’d by men of worth,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Drummonds and duke John by name</p> -<p class="verse0">Whose stile was Perth, of noble fame;</p> -<p class="verse0">There Elcho came, and Broughton too,</p> -<p class="verse0">With Balmarino not a few,</p> -<p class="verse0">Kilmarnock also gave consent</p> -<p class="verse0">And afterwards unto them went,</p> -<p class="verse0">With many more, from north to south,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of gentlemen, the flow’r of youth.</p> -<p class="verse0">Here of Prince Regent, he took the name,</p> -<p class="verse0">And his royal Father did proclaim,</p> -<p class="verse0">King of Great Britain, and Ireland,</p> -<p class="verse0">With all its titles, you’ll understand;</p> -<p class="verse0">And here they lifted tax and cess,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which did the lieges sore oppress,</p> -<p class="verse0">And what was worse, I understand</p> -<p class="verse0">Without his knowledge or command,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some thievish bands, in many parts,</p> -<p class="verse0">To cloak their rog’ry, us’d these arts,</p> -<p class="verse0">In tartan dress’d from top to toe,</p> -<p class="verse0">Arms and livery had also;</p> -<p class="verse0">Plunder’d the country where they went,</p> -<p class="verse0">Profess’d they by the Prince were sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">To levy horse, men and money,</p> -<p class="verse0">Extorting cash and horse from many;</p> -<p class="verse0">Excise and cess made people pay,</p> -<p class="verse0">And gave receipts, so just were they:</p> -<p class="verse0">A famous way for making rich,</p> -<p class="verse0">But Charlie got the blame of such,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which did his merit sore defame,</p> -<p class="verse0">And gave his men a thievish name.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Many of his crew indeed were greedy,</p> -<p class="verse0">To fill their bellies when they were needy;</p> -<p class="verse0">They cocks and hens, and churns and cheese</p> -<p class="verse0">Did kill and eat, when they could seize,</p> -<p class="verse0">And when owners did them exclaim;</p> -<p class="verse0">“<em>Hup poup</em>, hersel be far frae hame,</p> -<p class="verse0">“You need not fash to say no thing,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Hersel brings you a bra’ new king.”</p> -<p class="verse0">From Perth they march’d unto Dumblane,</p> -<p class="verse0">And then by Down the road they’ve ta’en;</p> -<p class="verse0">By Stirling bridge they could not go,</p> -<p class="verse0">Fearing the castle, and troops also,</p> -<p class="verse0">Gard’ner and Hamilton’s dragoons</p> -<p class="verse0">Which lay encampt between the towns</p> -<p class="verse0">Of St. Ninians and Stirling wall,</p> -<p class="verse0">Impatiently waiting the call,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thinking John Cope was on their rear,</p> -<p class="verse0">Though no tidings could from him hear.</p> -<p class="verse0">They watch’d their motions day and night</p> -<p class="verse0">But five miles distant in their sight;</p> -<p class="verse0">Until inform’d by an express,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of Cope’s marching from Inverness,</p> -<p class="verse0">And then was bound for Aberdeen,</p> -<p class="verse0">From thence to sail for East Lothi’n:</p> -<p class="verse0">And so from Stirling to retreat,</p> -<p class="verse0">On his arrival there to wait;</p> -<p class="verse0">And were by no means to oppose</p> -<p class="verse0">Them on their march, or come to blows,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until the foot and horse unite;</p> -<p class="verse0">This was John Cope’s orders complete,</p> -<p class="verse0">While Charles yet, he lay at Down,</p> -<p class="verse0">And the dragoons at Stirling town:</p> -<p class="verse0">A council call’d at his desire,</p> -<p class="verse0">Held in the house of Arnprior,</p> -<p class="verse0">With chiefs and heads of ev’ry clan,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their expedition south to plan.</p> -<p class="verse0">Some was with Gard’ner for to fight,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And others said, that was not right;</p> -<p class="verse0">Unless in Glens, or mountain tops,</p> -<p class="verse0">To fight horsemen they had no hopes.</p> -<p class="verse0">If field they lost, what could they do,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nought but their heels could them rescue;</p> -<p class="verse0">We’ll cross the Forth, then take the hill</p> -<p class="verse0">Where horse can do us little ill;</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus take the South at any rate,</p> -<p class="verse0">Arms and money we’ll surely get:</p> -<p class="verse0">Then shall we be more fit by far,</p> -<p class="verse0">To fight with men that’s learn’d in war.</p> -<p class="verse0">And that in field open and plain,</p> -<p class="verse0">The victory they’d surely gain;</p> -<p class="verse0">The mountain road ’tween Forth and Clyde,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where’s glens and bogs on ev’ry side,</p> -<p class="verse0">A famous field, if need there be</p> -<p class="verse0">We’ll fight with more securitie.</p> -<p class="verse0">Perhaps these horse will not us face,</p> -<p class="verse0">Because no foot is in the place;</p> -<p class="verse0">For certain, they’ll not fight alone</p> -<p class="verse0">Without infantry to lead them on.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then reply’d Stewart of Glenbuck,</p> -<p class="verse0">“We’re them that loup before we look;</p> -<p class="verse0">“What madness is’t for so few, he said,</p> -<p class="verse0">“To ’ttempt down pulling a crown’d head;</p> -<p class="verse0">“’Bout two thousand is our number,</p> -<p class="verse0">“What can we do, but raise a rumour,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Though all be north us could be trusted,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Yet by the South we will be worsted;</p> -<p class="verse0">“Without a num’rous aid from France,</p> -<p class="verse0">“With them we can have little chance.</p> -<p class="verse0">“A people that’s to Whiggism bound,</p> -<p class="verse0">“With life and blood will keep their ground;</p> -<p class="verse0">“And ’mongst them if we broken be,</p> -<p class="verse0">“For shelter then, where can we flee?</p> -<p class="verse0">“We already stand ’tween two fires,</p> -<p class="verse0">“And yet go South is your desires.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">“There’s Cope behind, Gard’ner before;</p> -<p class="verse0">“Beat one of these, I’ll say no more.</p> -<p class="verse0">“Gain but one battle, and then pursue,</p> -<p class="verse0">“’Twill raise your fame and army too;</p> -<p class="verse0">“But still run forward and be chac’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">“That is no conquest but a jest.</p> -<p class="verse0">“I’ll rather choose to turn about,</p> -<p class="verse0">“And try our might, this Cope to rout;</p> -<p class="verse0">“For if the two rejoin, ’tis true,</p> -<p class="verse0">“We’ll find the work more hard to do;</p> -<p class="verse0">“First break the foot, if that ye may,</p> -<p class="verse0">“The horse then will no longer stay.”</p> -<p class="verse0">At this high speech they took offence,</p> -<p class="verse0">And charg’d him and his men, go hence;</p> -<p class="verse0">For such a tim’rous soul as he,</p> -<p class="verse0">Should not go in their companie:</p> -<p class="verse0">A cow’rd, they said, so full of care,</p> -<p class="verse0">Would fill their troops with dread and fear;</p> -<p class="verse0">No trust he had in Providence,</p> -<p class="verse0">In feats of war could have no chance.</p> -<p class="verse0">And thus their counsel ends in rage,</p> -<p class="verse0">Glenbucket’s schemes they’ll not engage,</p> -<p class="verse0">But call’d him cow’rd and shabby names,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who ’gainst their eager plan exclaims;</p> -<p class="verse0">And in their strife they parted so,</p> -<p class="verse0">Glenbucket to his sleep did go;</p> -<p class="verse0">But how it happen’d none can tell,</p> -<p class="verse0">Such accident on him befel:</p> -<p class="verse0">They were alarmed with a shot,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then found him bleeding on the spot;</p> -<p class="verse0">Into the bed he lay alone,</p> -<p class="verse0">But friend nor foe, with him was none.</p> -<p class="verse0">Whether it was dregs of remorse,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or thoughtful of the dang’rous course</p> -<p class="verse0">He was engag’d to undergo;</p> -<p class="verse0">But here he di’d, that’s what I know.</p> -<p class="verse0">His men the body carried home,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And decently did him intomb;</p> -<p class="verse0">And through displeasure of the act,</p> -<p class="verse0">Not one of them returned back.</p> -<p class="verse0">September, on the thirteenth day,</p> -<p class="verse0">From Down they march’d in good array;</p> -<p class="verse0">And at the Frew they cross’d the Forth,</p> -<p class="verse0">The only passage from the North;</p> -<p class="verse0">Without the help of boat or brigs,</p> -<p class="verse0">Charles himself first wet his legs;</p> -<p class="verse0">Being on the front of all his foot,</p> -<p class="verse0">For help of horse there sought he not;</p> -<p class="verse0">And on the south bank there he stood,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Till all of them, had pass’d the flood.</p> -<p class="verse0">Here for a space they took a rest,</p> -<p class="verse0">And had refreshment of the best</p> -<p class="verse0">The country round them could afford,</p> -<p class="verse0">Though many found but empty board;</p> -<p class="verse0">As sheep and cattle were drove away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet hungry men sought for their prey:</p> -<p class="verse0">Took milk and butter, kirns and cheese;</p> -<p class="verse0">On all kinds of eatables, they seize:</p> -<p class="verse0">And he who could not get a share,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sprang to the hills like dogs for hare;</p> -<p class="verse0">There shot the sheep, and made them fall,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whirl’d off the skin and that was all;</p> -<p class="verse0">Struck up fires and broil’d the flesh,</p> -<p class="verse0">With salt and pepper, did not fash.</p> -<p class="verse0">This did enrage the Cam’ron’s chief,</p> -<p class="verse0">To see his men so play the thief;</p> -<p class="verse0">And finding one into the act,</p> -<p class="verse0">He fir’d and shot him through the back:</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to the rest himself addrest,</p> -<p class="verse0">“This is your lot, I do protest,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Who e’er amongst you wrongs a man,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Pay what you get, I tell you plain;</p> -<p class="verse0">“For yet we know not friend or foe,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Or how all things may chance to go.”</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And then to arms they order’d were,</p> -<p class="verse0">On thoughts of Gard’ner’s coming there:</p> -<p class="verse0">But finding that he did decline,</p> -<p class="verse0">They took the hills on some design,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where men on horse could hardly sit,</p> -<p class="verse0">They speal’d the rocks like goat or cat.</p> -<p class="verse0">Out o’r the top, above Red-ha’,</p> -<p class="verse0">To th’ moor of Touch went one and a’,</p> -<p class="verse0">And in that moor lay all that night,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where Stirling castle’s in their sight,</p> -<p class="verse0">About three miles south from the town,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which made Gard’ner to leave his ground,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who lay encampt in Stirling park,</p> -<p class="verse0">And judging they might in the dark</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon him have some rude design,</p> -<p class="verse0">For which his camp he did resign,</p> -<p class="verse0">But for Falkirk they march’d away,</p> -<p class="verse0">And all that night in field they lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Between Larbour and Falkirk town,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then the morrow were eastward bound,</p> -<p class="verse0">Through Lithgow to Edinburgh went,</p> -<p class="verse0">To meet with Cope was his intent.</p> -<p class="verse0">When Charlie found that they were fled,</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon their rear, his front he led,</p> -<p class="verse0">And near to Stirling marched by,</p> -<p class="verse0">While the castle at him let fly;</p> -<p class="verse0">But being too far, and badly serv’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nought but terror was observed;</p> -<p class="verse0">Which made th’ straglers mend their bicker,</p> -<p class="verse0">And only run a pace the quicker;</p> -<p class="verse0">Which kept them in from seeking plunder,</p> -<p class="verse0">And cry, “That pe o’er muckle thunder.”</p> -<p class="verse0">So through St. Ninian’s they passed wi’ speed;</p> -<p class="verse0">To Bannockburn they did proceed,</p> -<p class="verse0">There on the moor lay down to rest,</p> -<p class="verse0">And from their friends got a repast,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of what the country could afford,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">As of ’munition they were not stor’d;</p> -<p class="verse0">Neither of bread nor baggage carts,</p> -<p class="verse0">Got bread and ale to cheer their hearts.</p> -<p class="verse0">Came crowding in many a hunder</p> -<p class="verse0">And all to keep them back from plunder;</p> -<p class="verse0">As hunger will make men to steal.</p> -<p class="verse0">Forsooth they took both brose and kail,</p> -<p class="verse0">And when refresh’d, they march’d away</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet some indeed forgot to pay.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then through Torwood with speed they past,</p> -<p class="verse0">To Callender house they came at last,</p> -<p class="verse0">A little by east Falkirk town</p> -<p class="verse0">Where store of arms in it they foun’,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whereof they surely stood in need.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to Linlithgow did proceed;</p> -<p class="verse0">Op’ned the pris’n in search of more,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thinking to seize on Gard’ner’s store,</p> -<p class="verse0">But th’ information was but mocks,</p> -<p class="verse0">For all they found was sacking frocks,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which troopers use dressing their horse,</p> -<p class="verse0">This made Hersel to rage and curse,</p> -<p class="verse0">Saying, “Het, tat soger has been chac’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">“And left his auld sark in the haste.”</p> -<p class="verse0">To Borrowst’ness they did advance,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where powder and lead they found by chance;</p> -<p class="verse0">To Winceburgh then, they march’d that day</p> -<p class="verse0">And form’d a camp in regular way,</p> -<p class="verse0">About eight miles from Edin. west,</p> -<p class="verse0">Expecting to be ’ttack’d in haste</p> -<p class="verse0">By horse, cit’zens and city-guard,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who all for marching were prepar’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thinking, upon Corstorphin plain,</p> -<p class="verse0">To give them battle they did intend:</p> -<p class="verse0">But yet the Achans in the town</p> -<p class="verse0">Advis’d to lay all arms down.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Gen’ral Guest to the castle went,</p> -<p class="verse0">Perceiving what was their intent</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">With what arms and reg’lars he had,</p> -<p class="verse0">For nought they should not it invade.</p> -<p class="verse0">When Charles found how all might be,</p> -<p class="verse0">He marched on courageouslie,</p> -<p class="verse0">Within two miles west from the town;</p> -<p class="verse0">Then by Slateford took compass round,</p> -<p class="verse0">By the south side of Burrow-muir,</p> -<p class="verse0">Out of the castle’s sight and power.</p> -<p class="verse0">South from the city he camp’d again,</p> -<p class="verse0">While the surrender was made plain.</p> -<p class="verse0">In the night, September the seventeen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Into the city all marched in;</p> -<p class="verse0">Which gave to many a sad surprize,</p> -<p class="verse0">Rapping at their doors to make them rise:</p> -<p class="verse0">The castle then struck round her clear,</p> -<p class="verse0">None in its sight there durst appear.</p> -<p class="verse0">They fix’d a guard at the West-bow-head,</p> -<p class="verse0">And the Weigh-house their Guard-house made,</p> -<p class="verse0">Crowding it full, ’bove and below;</p> -<p class="verse0">When this the Castle came to know,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their half-moon-cannons ’gan to play:</p> -<p class="verse0">Like mad-men then they ran away;</p> -<p class="verse0">But such a <em>furich</em> was never there,</p> -<p class="verse0">As they tumbled headlong down the stair:</p> -<p class="verse0">All in a haste got out together,</p> -<p class="verse0">And riding one above another;</p> -<p class="verse0">Each striving foremost for to get,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their naked hips and noses met.</p> -<p class="verse0">They centries kept at the West-port,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which did afford the Castle sport:</p> -<p class="verse0">As oftentimes they did let fly,</p> -<p class="verse0">Made many on the streets to lye:</p> -<p class="verse0">And also on the Castle-hill,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sham sallies did them many kill:</p> -<p class="verse0">Ev’n for to draw them in the snare,</p> -<p class="verse0">When they return’d, pursu’d they were,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being unacquaint with such play,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">They pop’d them off both night and day.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then tidings came in from Dunbar,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of Gen’ral Cope’s arrival there</p> -<p class="verse0">But twenty miles from Ed’nburgh east,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which made them all take arms in haste.</p> -<p class="verse0">On the east side of Arthur’s seat,</p> -<p class="verse0">They rendezvouz’d both small and great,</p> -<p class="verse0">And call’d a council what to do:</p> -<p class="verse0">For ten miles east they had a view</p> -<p class="verse0">Of all the coast to Aberlady,</p> -<p class="verse0">And so for battle made all ready.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The Duke of Perth and great Lochiel</p> -<p class="verse0">They chus’d for ground, that rising fell</p> -<p class="verse0">West from Tranent, up Brislie brae,</p> -<p class="verse0">A view both South and North to ha’e.</p> -<p class="verse0">A few were left on Arthur’s Seat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thinking the king’s army to cheat.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> -<h3><a name="CHAP_II" id="CHAP_II"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. II.</a></h3> - -<p class="pfs100"><em>Battle of Preston pans. Rebels return to Edinburgh, and -behaviour there.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Now, at Dunbar, both foot and horse</p> -<p class="verse0">Were join’d again, with full purpose,</p> -<p class="verse0">The proud Pretender’s force to try,</p> -<p class="verse0">And all the Highland pow’rs defy:</p> -<p class="verse0">Commanded by Cope and fur’ous Fowke,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who, alas! their plan had quite mistook;</p> -<p class="verse0">Though Loudon and Gard’ner both were there,</p> -<p class="verse0">They in council had, but little share:</p> -<p class="verse0">For Cope he challeng’d the sole command,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Fowke was still at his demand.</p> -<p class="verse0">A day’s march made from Haddington,</p> -<p class="verse0">Judg’d great fatigue, four miles of ground.</p> -<p class="verse0">Between Cow-canny and Tranent</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">There Cope encamp’d, to council went,</p> -<p class="verse0">Loudon and Gard’ner were of a mind,</p> -<p class="verse0">That night to fight were well design’d:</p> -<p class="verse0">Cope shamm’d it till another day,</p> -<p class="verse0">In hope ’twould prove a cheaper way:</p> -<p class="verse0">“Old men and boys, he said, would run,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Sight of his army would them stun,</p> -<p class="verse0">“A rabble undisciplin’d to fight,</p> -<p class="verse0">“They neither have courage nor might.</p> -<p class="verse0">“This day we’ve march’d enough, you’ll grant,</p> -<p class="verse0">“T’ morrow we’ll make the rogues repent.”</p> -<p class="verse0">—— With that the Highlanders appear’d</p> -<p class="verse0">(While Cope huzza’d, mocked and jeer’d)</p> -<p class="verse0">On the hill top bewest Tranent,</p> -<p class="verse0">All in good order, for battle bent.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Cope began to Cannonade,</p> -<p class="verse0">So back behind the hill they fled,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thought it too hard to face his shot,</p> -<p class="verse0">As ’tween them lay a ditch or moat;</p> -<p class="verse0">Their Chiefs in council quickly chose</p> -<p class="verse0">On the east side Cope to enclose,</p> -<p class="verse0">South, north and west, he was hemm’d in,</p> -<p class="verse0">No ways but one could at him win.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">This was about the hour of two,</p> -<p class="verse0">When first they did each other view.</p> -<p class="verse0">The afternoon was fair and clear;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet Sir John Cope stopt all, we hear,</p> -<p class="verse0">The fields are plain around Tranent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Besouth the town grow whins and bent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where Charles kept his men secure,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thinking on battle ev’ry hour.</p> -<p class="verse0">But, Cope to move no man could treat,</p> -<p class="verse0">More than he had been Arthur’s seat,</p> -<p class="verse0">On which hillside he spy’d some men,</p> -<p class="verse0">And vow’d they were the Rebel train,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which was divided in parties two,</p> -<p class="verse0">And on his rear in ambush drew;</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">For which the piece of ground he chus’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">As on all sides it was inclos’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">So under arms they stood all night,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till break of day began the fight.</p> -<p class="verse0">His troops indeed, none can deny,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were form’d in order gallantly;</p> -<p class="verse0">The foot into the centre stood,</p> -<p class="verse0">And cavalry, wings covered,</p> -<p class="verse0">With each battalion was seen</p> -<p class="verse0">Counter guards, cannons between.</p> -<p class="verse0">All night he in this posture stood,</p> -<p class="verse0">While Charlie in a bushy wood,</p> -<p class="verse0">A little bewest of Seaton-town,</p> -<p class="verse0">Picquets and spies went him around,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lay undiscover’d till break of day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then rouz’d like lions for their prey,</p> -<p class="verse0">In full brigades and oval form,</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon Cope’s front came as a storm,</p> -<p class="verse0">The orders were not for to fire,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until they came a little nigh’r;</p> -<p class="verse0">To sham the first fell to the ground,</p> -<p class="verse0">By which means few receiv’d a wound:</p> -<p class="verse0">And ere they gave the other charge,</p> -<p class="verse0">They on them with their sword and targe.</p> -<p class="verse0">The furious Cam’rons, led by Lochiel,</p> -<p class="verse0">With hideous cries gave such a knell</p> -<p class="verse0">As frighted both dragoons and horse,</p> -<p class="verse0">They could not fight, but rore and curse:</p> -<p class="verse0">And Sir John Cope, for all his might,</p> -<p class="verse0">Went with the foremost out of sight.</p> -<p class="verse0">Fierce Fowke, brave Hume and Loudon both,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to be ta’en that day were loth,</p> -<p class="verse0">Few of the horsemen stood at all,</p> -<p class="verse0">Woe to their conduct! worst of all;</p> -<p class="verse0">For those who on the right wing stood,</p> -<p class="verse0">A whole battalion over rode,</p> -<p class="verse0">That kept the rear <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Corps de garde</i></p> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Quite over them they headlong tread.</p> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">One thing they knew, they were inclos’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">And where to flee, was not dispos’d:</p> -<p class="verse0">They always sought the way they came,</p> -<p class="verse0">Though in their face were sword and flame:</p> -<p class="verse0">So when they got down to the sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">Took east the coast most furiouslie:</p> -<p class="verse0">And some through Preston vennal fled,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then west by Mussleburgh they raid,</p> -<p class="verse0">Up to the hills above Dalkeith,</p> -<p class="verse0">O’er Sutrae hill, then out of skaith,</p> -<p class="verse0">In such a pannic, ’twas a shame,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ran thirty miles, even to Coldstream,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there to rest they would not yet;</p> -<p class="verse0">But unto Berwick, next morning set,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where all the fugitives did meet,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Sir John Cope his cheeks did weet;</p> -<p class="verse0">Because they swore he had sold them,</p> -<p class="verse0">To fight nor flee he ne’er told them.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The poor foot, left here, paid for all,</p> -<p class="verse0">Not in fair battle, with powder and ball;</p> -<p class="verse0">But horrid swords, of dreadful length,</p> -<p class="verse0">So fast came on, with spite and strength,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lochaber axes and rusty scythes,</p> -<p class="verse0">Durks and daggers prick’d their thighs:</p> -<p class="verse0">Fix’d bay’nets had but little share</p> -<p class="verse0">With the long shanked weapons there;</p> -<p class="verse0">Although they kept together fast,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their en’mies close upon them prest;</p> -<p class="verse0">And back to back long did they stand,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till lost was many a head and hand.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then after Gard’ner’s party’s beat,</p> -<p class="verse0">The whole of’s horsemen clean defeat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Himself on foot rejoic’d to see</p> -<p class="verse0">The brave lads fight so valiantly,</p> -<p class="verse0">With no commander on their head,</p> -<p class="verse0">To join that party swift he gade:</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Although some wounds he’d got before,</p> -<p class="verse0">To lose the field his heart was sore.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then all around he was enclos’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Behind, before, fiercely oppos’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">With sword in hand he hew’d his way,</p> -<p class="verse0">While blood in streams did from him fly.</p> -<p class="verse0">Ere him down on the field they got,</p> -<p class="verse0">His head was clove, his body shot,</p> -<p class="verse0">And being sep’rate from the rest,</p> -<p class="verse0">The battle sore upon him prest,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ev’n after he lay on the ground,</p> -<p class="verse0">No mercy was unto him shown,</p> -<p class="verse0">I mean by the rude vulgar core,</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet gentlemen lamented sore;</p> -<p class="verse0">Because he would no quarter have,</p> -<p class="verse0">While they endeavour’d ’s live to save.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">One man he had, who by him staid,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until he on the field was laid,</p> -<p class="verse0">And then he fled to the Meadow-mill,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where he acquainted was right well,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thence in disguise return’d again,</p> -<p class="verse0">And bore him off, from ’mongst the slain.</p> -<p class="verse0">His stately dwelling was near by;</p> -<p class="verse0">But now he could not lift an eye,</p> -<p class="verse0">His speech was laid, all hopes were gone</p> -<p class="verse0">No signs of life, except a groan.</p> -<p class="verse0">Of hours he liv’d but very few,</p> -<p class="verse0">“A good Christi’n and soldi’r too,”</p> -<p class="verse0">This character he’s left behind</p> -<p class="verse0">Military men there’s few of ’s kind.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The poor foot, on field, I can’t forget,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who now were caught as in a net,</p> -<p class="verse0">From ’bove Cow-canny to Preston-dyke,</p> -<p class="verse0">About a mile or near the like,</p> -<p class="verse0">They were beat backward by the clans,</p> -<p class="verse0">Along the crofts ’bove Preston-pans,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till the high dyke held them again,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Where many taken were and slain;</p> -<p class="verse0">Although they did for quarters cry,</p> -<p class="verse0">The vulgar clans made this reply,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Quarters! you curst soldiers, mad,</p> -<p class="verse0">“It is o’er soon to go to bed.”</p> -<p class="verse0">Had not their officers and chiefs</p> -<p class="verse0">Sprung in and begg’d for their reliefs,</p> -<p class="verse0">They had not left one living there:</p> -<p class="verse0">For in a desp’rate rage they were,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Cause many clans were hack’d and slain;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet of their loss they let not ken:</p> -<p class="verse0">For by the shot fell not a few,</p> -<p class="verse0">And many with bay’nets pierc’d thro’.</p> -<p class="verse0">’Bove three hundred lay on the field,</p> -<p class="verse0">Fifteen hundred were forced to yield,</p> -<p class="verse0">The rest with Cope got clear away.</p> -<p class="verse0">And so ended this bloody fray,</p> -<p class="verse0">Since call’d the battle of Preston-pans,</p> -<p class="verse0">Fought by John Cope and Charlie’s clans,</p> -<p class="verse0">September the twenty-first day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Below Tranent a little way;</p> -<p class="verse0">From Gladsmoor church two miles and more,</p> -<p class="verse0">The place old Rhymer told long before,</p> -<p class="verse0">“That between Seaton and the sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">“A dreadful morning there should be,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Meet in the morning lighted by the moon,</p> -<p class="verse0">“The lion his wound here, heal shall not soon.”</p> -<p class="verse0">In Thomas’ book of this you’ll read,</p> -<p class="verse0">Mention’d by both Merlin and Bead.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now, the field tents and warlike store</p> -<p class="verse0">And cannons, which they’d not before,</p> -<p class="verse0">All fell into the conq’rers hand,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of arms many a hundred stand.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">To Edinburgh then he did return,</p> -<p class="verse0">His great triumph made many mourn.</p> -<p class="verse0">Through Lothian then it was the way,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whose man ye was ye durst not say.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Nor to what side you’d wish good speed;</p> -<p class="verse0">So critical were times indeed.</p> -<p class="verse0">To Holyrood-house, great Charles then,</p> -<p class="verse0">Went in with all his noblemen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being low out of the castle’s view</p> -<p class="verse0">There to him flocked not a few,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who were in dread to come before;</p> -<p class="verse0">But now they thought the conquest o’er,</p> -<p class="verse0">Rich presents were unto him sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">And much time in gallanting spent.</p> -<p class="verse0">His army here strove to recruit,</p> -<p class="verse0">Large collections were contribute,</p> -<p class="verse0">Taxes, cess, and all king’s dues,</p> -<p class="verse0">His orders no man durst refuse.</p> -<p class="verse0">The whole country and neighbouring towns</p> -<p class="verse0">Obediently sent in their pounds:</p> -<p class="verse0">Horses and carts they did provide,</p> -<p class="verse0">And men likewise these carts to guide.</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet when of all he was prepar’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Another hardship was declar’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">As they were ’bout to leave the land,</p> -<p class="verse0">Six weeks cess before the hand,</p> -<p class="verse0">They gave a charge for all to pay</p> -<p class="verse0">Who dealt into the malting way,</p> -<p class="verse0">Forthwith to raise this contribution</p> -<p class="verse0">On pain of military execution.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">This did the brewers exasp’rate,</p> -<p class="verse0">But to answer they knew not what.</p> -<p class="verse0">An honest quaker brew’d good ale,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who never wanted a ready tale,</p> -<p class="verse0">To him the brewers did apply,</p> -<p class="verse0">For his good counsel what to say:</p> -<p class="verse0">After that he had heard them speak,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Your speech, says he, does make me sick,</p> -<p class="verse0">“By Yea and Nay, I think it’s fit,</p> -<p class="verse0">“To keep our money and pay with wit,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Though he’s noble born, I do not lo’e him;</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">“Yet ne’ertheless I will go to him:</p> -<p class="verse0">“Were he all the earthly into one skin,</p> -<p class="verse0">“He’s but a lump of dust and sin,</p> -<p class="verse0">“If I regard the face of clay,</p> -<p class="verse0">“To morrow be my bury’ng day:</p> -<p class="verse0">“He’s fenc’d around with men and swords,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Which I’ll repel with simple words.”</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">This honest quaker took his way,</p> -<p class="verse0">And call’d for Charles without delay,</p> -<p class="verse0">I am a man who want to see him;</p> -<p class="verse0">Because I have some bus’ness wi’ him.</p> -<p class="verse0">Said one, You must tell that to me,</p> -<p class="verse0">By Yea and Nay, thou art not he,</p> -<p class="verse0">The tidings which I have to tell</p> -<p class="verse0">Concerneth none but Charles himsell,</p> -<p class="verse0">And if he’ll not permit me in,</p> -<p class="verse0">My mouth I’ll shut and not begin:</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then at the door he entrance gat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet neither mov’d his hand or hat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Says——“Charles, man what dost thou mean?</p> -<p class="verse0">“Thou sure are not this countries friend,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Thou’rt worse than all that came before thee,</p> -<p class="verse0">“And will make the country quite abhor thee,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Thou’rt worse than George for all his stents,</p> -<p class="verse0">“He ne’er before-hand charg’d his rents;</p> -<p class="verse0">“But gave six weeks to scrape it in;</p> -<p class="verse0">“Thou car’st not whether we lose or win;</p> -<p class="verse0">“We may die, ere six weeks be past,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Look what thou do’st, run not too fast.”</p> -<p class="verse0">Charles replies, “a strait we’re on;</p> -<p class="verse0">“But ’gainst your wills, it sha’n’t be done.”</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Then thank thee kindly for thy grant</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">And off he came as mild’s a saint.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="p2 center screenonly"> -<a name="MAP_PR" id="MAP_PR"></a> -<a href="images/i_100.jpg"> -<span class="transnote">Click here to view the Plan as an illustration from the book</span></a> -<br /> -</div> - - <div class="handonly figcenter"> - <img src="images/i_100.jpg" width="400" alt="" /></div> - -<div class="map"> -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">A Plan</span> of the <span class="smcap">Battle</span> of PRESTON.</p> - -<p class="p1 center lsp2">EAST SIDE.</p> - -<p>Cow-canny<br />Village.</p> -<p class="smcap rt">Seaton Village.</p> - -<p class="center"> -The Highland Army all in one Column.<br /> -<br /> -____________________________________<br /> -/ <span class="pad40pc"> \</span> -<br /> -<br /> -3 Cannon. <span class="pad30pc"> </span> 2 Cannon.<br /> -| | | <span class="pad40pc"> </span>| |<br /> -_________<span class="pad30pc"> </span> ________<br /> -<span class="smcap">Gardner’s</span> <span class="pad30pc"> </span> <span class="smcap">Monro’s</span><br /> -Dragoons. <span class="pad30pc"> </span> Dragoons.<br /> -<br /> -___________________<br /> -The foot all in one<br /> -Column.<br /> -<br /> -</p> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> -<tr><td class="tdly lsp2"><br />NORTH <br />SIDE.</td> - <td class="tdlz"><br />The town<br />of Preston<br />on the<br />Sea-side.</td> - <td class="tdly bl">Any that<br />fled, got<br />through<br />this<br />open.</td> - <td class="tdly"><br />The Thorn-<br />Tree where<br />Gardner fell.<br /> †</td> - <td class="tdlz br">A great<br />DITCH<br />below<br />TRANENT.</td> - <td class="tdly lsp2"><br />SOUTH<br />SIDE.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p class="center">________________________________________<br /> -<br /> -The Park-dyke to which<br /> -they were driven back.<br /> -</p> - -<p class="right padr2"> | Colonel |<br /> - | Gardner’s |<br /> - | House. |<br /> -</p> - -<p class="center lsp2">WEST SIDE.</p> -</div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="CHAP_III" id="CHAP_III"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. III.</a></h3> - -<p class="pfs100"><em>Their March into England. Taking of Carlisle. Rout -through England and retreat back.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Then, taking leave of Edinr, they</p> -<p class="verse0">Unto Dalkeith all march’d away,</p> -<p class="verse0">First of November camped there,</p> -<p class="verse0">And then for England did prepare.</p> -<p class="verse0">Short time they in that camp did stay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till south they went the nearest way.</p> -<p class="verse0">At Kelso town they pass’d the Tweed,</p> -<p class="verse0">And west the Border went with speed:</p> -<p class="verse0">By Jedburgh and through Liddisdale,</p> -<p class="verse0">They spread themselves o’er hill and vale:</p> -<p class="verse0">And some by Moffat took their route;</p> -<p class="verse0">Although it was some miles about.</p> -<p class="verse0">In this order they march’d along,</p> -<p class="verse0">Only about sev’n thousand strong.</p> -<p class="verse0">Chief in command was duke of Perth,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Lord George Murray of noble birth;</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Elcho son to the Earl of Wemyss,</p> -<p class="verse0">Col’nel of the Life-guard it seems;</p> -<p class="verse0">The Earl Kilmarnock, in this cause,</p> -<p class="verse0">Commanded those they call’d Hussars;</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Pitsligo gen’ral of the horse,</p> -<p class="verse0">With Lords Nairn and Ogilvie there was;</p> -<p class="verse0">Bold Balmarino and brave Dundee,</p> -<p class="verse0">MacDonald th’ aid de’ camp was he:</p> -<p class="verse0">Sheridan too, and Sullivan,</p> -<p class="verse0">By birth an Irish gentleman:</p> -<p class="verse0">The squire of Broughton his secret keeper,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who got the name of <em>bosom-viper</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">Besides the worthy brave Lochiel,</p> -<p class="verse0">Other Chiefs I have not room to tell.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">At the English border they did unite,</p> -<p class="verse0">All in a body their troops complete,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Near Canabie in Liddisdale</p> -<p class="verse0">They enter’d Cumberland in hail.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then did assault the fort Carlisle,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which did hold out but little while.</p> -<p class="verse0">Having friends within and round about,</p> -<p class="verse0">Long to resist they seem’d unstout.</p> -<p class="verse0">The town and castle both they got</p> -<p class="verse0">Call’d England’s <span class="smcap">Key</span>, an useful spot.</p> -<p class="verse0">At Carlisle he did leave a band</p> -<p class="verse0">The town and fort for to command,</p> -<p class="verse0">From thence to Penrith did proceed,</p> -<p class="verse0">And then for Kendal march’d with speed:</p> -<p class="verse0">To Lancaster they came indeed,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which news put England in great dread;</p> -<p class="verse0">To Proud-preston and Manchester</p> -<p class="verse0">They still advanc’d withouten fear,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being join’d by none of English train,</p> -<p class="verse0">But five hundred Lancaster men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which to him was of small effect;</p> -<p class="verse0">For hard marching made them to ake,</p> -<p class="verse0">And miss’d their dinner many a day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Made them, repenting, sigh and say</p> -<p class="verse0">“Woe worth the Scots; for they can feed</p> -<p class="verse0">“On drinking water and eating bread:</p> -<p class="verse0">“Their irony soles do never tire</p> -<p class="verse0">“On stony ground, dub or mire.</p> -<p class="verse0">“Beef or pudding they never mind:</p> -<p class="verse0">“Them Scots can live on <em>snuffing wind</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">“For me, my belly clings to my back,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Since I have join’d this hellish pack.</p> -<p class="verse0">“If in this state all soldiers be,</p> -<p class="verse0">“The dev’l be soldi’r again for me.”</p> -<p class="verse0">—— To such hard frets thus driven were</p> -<p class="verse0">Poor hungry Toms, of Lancashire:</p> -<p class="verse0">For in all haste they marched up,</p> -<p class="verse0">At Manchester they made a stop;</p> -<p class="verse0">Here his faithful Clans perceiv’d and saw,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">That English vows were nought at a’;</p> -<p class="verse0">Some kind enough; but no way friendly:</p> -<p class="verse0">Only through terror they acted meanly.</p> -<p class="verse0">Said the Scots Chiefs, “We blinded be,</p> -<p class="verse0">“That’s come far from our own countrie.</p> -<p class="verse0">“As friends, indeed, some English own us;</p> -<p class="verse0">“But if once defeat, they’d set upon us.</p> -<p class="verse0">“France and England, by perjurie,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Will be our ruin, we clearly see:</p> -<p class="verse0">“They’ve charm’d us out as working tools,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Now use us as a band of fools,</p> -<p class="verse0">“England to Whiggism is inclin’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">“And with the Georgian house combin’d;</p> -<p class="verse0">“They cry, <em>Oppression</em>, from high to low:</p> -<p class="verse0">“Yet <em>Redeeming-time</em> they do not know.</p> -<p class="verse0">“’Gainst Acts and Tax on ev’ry trade:</p> -<p class="verse0">“They’re all bewitch’d, and we’re mislead:</p> -<p class="verse0">“Here in a trap betwixt two fires,</p> -<p class="verse0">“And what we’ll do counsel requires.</p> -<p class="verse0">“The Duke before and Wade behind,</p> -<p class="verse0">“And where now shelter can we find?”</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then Charles, hearing all this, said,</p> -<p class="verse0">With heart full sore he answer made,</p> -<p class="verse0">“My Lords and Gentlemen (said he),</p> -<p class="verse0">“Our case is bad, I plainly see;</p> -<p class="verse0">“But all’s not lost that’s in a peril,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Kind providence can ease the quarrel.</p> -<p class="verse0">“Both French and English have betray’d us;</p> -<p class="verse0">“But I trust a better hand will guide us:</p> -<p class="verse0">“On Preston field, ye all well ken,</p> -<p class="verse0">“We found the English there but men.</p> -<p class="verse0">“I trust in field they’re no more here,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Though thrice our number should appear:</p> -<p class="verse0">“Could we pass the Duke without a blow,</p> -<p class="verse0">“And with all speed to London go,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Our friends there would so well assist,</p> -<p class="verse0">“That en’mies were of small request.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">“That stalward Duke’s so fierce and keen,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Were he defeat, ’twould end the scene,</p> -<p class="verse0">“And give aspects another face,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Which we can’t do in such a case;</p> -<p class="verse0">“For if here defeat, then all is lost;</p> -<p class="verse0">“Battle avoid we surely must,</p> -<p class="verse0">“I trust the French to come by sea;</p> -<p class="verse0">“But where can their invasion be?</p> -<p class="verse0">“If at sea indeed they have been check’d</p> -<p class="verse0">“It damps our hope; but does not wreck’t.</p> -<p class="verse0">“Then let’s push on and do our best;</p> -<p class="verse0">“Kind providence make out the rest!”</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then proclaiming his father there,</p> -<p class="verse0">As done in ev’ry town elsewhere,</p> -<p class="verse0">In form, all market towns he past,</p> -<p class="verse0">To Staffordshire he came at last:</p> -<p class="verse0">Where the Duke’s army lay ’fore him</p> -<p class="verse0">Well prepar’d for to devour him.</p> -<p class="verse0">He here to fight had no desire,</p> -<p class="verse0">Took east the muirs for Derbyshire,</p> -<p class="verse0">Directed his rout by th’ town of Leek,</p> -<p class="verse0">Left Cumberland to claw his cheek:</p> -<p class="verse0">Kept south by east to Derby town,</p> -<p class="verse0">In full career for London boun’:</p> -<p class="verse0">But there receiv’d intelligence,</p> -<p class="verse0">His friends to rise had now no chance,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Georgian party was so strong,</p> -<p class="verse0">And mixt in each place them among,</p> -<p class="verse0">No assembling could be together,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nor word of French ships coming hither.</p> -<p class="verse0">The south coast all was guarded round,</p> -<p class="verse0">An English fleet cruis’d up and down;</p> -<p class="verse0">And through each county in the south lands</p> -<p class="verse0">Militia swarm’d, like locust-bands.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">These tidings put him in great fear,</p> -<p class="verse0">But for to flee, he knew not where.</p> -<p class="verse0">They all in council did agree,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Backward for Scotland then to flee.</p> -<p class="verse0">This did the vulgar sore chagreen,</p> -<p class="verse0">To plunder London that were keen.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">When Cumberland perceived this,</p> -<p class="verse0">He form’d a plan was not amiss,</p> -<p class="verse0">To intercept ’em in Lancashire:</p> -<p class="verse0">But how he miss’d you may admire.</p> -<p class="verse0">Wade on the north, was marching to him.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Duke behind, did still pursue him.</p> -<p class="verse0">One Oglethorpe upon his right,</p> -<p class="verse0">With a thousand hunters all in flight:</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet he, still his way did keep,</p> -<p class="verse0">Through Derby town and Ashburn peak:</p> -<p class="verse0">Which towns indeed for rash proceeding,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were badly paid for what was needing,</p> -<p class="verse0">When they perceived their flight was back,</p> -<p class="verse0">Quite contrary was their kind act,</p> -<p class="verse0">For all the praise they got before,</p> -<p class="verse0">They now were savages and more.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">December the fourth, they turn’d about,</p> -<p class="verse0">Out of England they took their rout,</p> -<p class="verse0">At Derby town they staid two nights,</p> -<p class="verse0">To get in superscription writes,</p> -<p class="verse0">Form’d by an English party there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which made that town and country bare,</p> -<p class="verse0">And furnish, at an easy price,</p> -<p class="verse0">A vast of things for their supplies.</p> -<p class="verse0">When to Manchester back they came,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their usage there was much the same:</p> -<p class="verse0">And for their using them that way,</p> -<p class="verse0">Two thousand Sterling were made t’ pay,</p> -<p class="verse0">To save the plund’ring of the town;</p> -<p class="verse0">Paid when the kingdom was his own.</p> -<p class="verse0">So north they came to Wigan then,</p> -<p class="verse0">Next day they did Proud Preston gain.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Duke behind him but a day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ride as they will he kept his way.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And could not gain a mile upon ’em,</p> -<p class="verse0">Tho’ stout hors’d, they did outrun ’em.</p> -<p class="verse0">From Preston on the thirteenth day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Early at morn he march’d away.</p> -<p class="verse0">No sooner had they quit these towns,</p> -<p class="verse0">Than Oglethorpe with Wade’s dragoons</p> -<p class="verse0">Enter’d just at the other end,</p> -<p class="verse0">To give them chase they did intend;</p> -<p class="verse0">But being fatigu’d, chose rest a while.</p> -<p class="verse0">In three days they march’d a hundred mile,</p> -<p class="verse0">Through ice and hills cover’d with snow,</p> -<p class="verse0">Across Yorkshire as they did go,</p> -<p class="verse0">With full intent to intercept him</p> -<p class="verse0">And at Proud Preston thought to kep him,</p> -<p class="verse0">They had no footmen here, ’tis true,</p> -<p class="verse0">But royal hunters not a few,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who were so keen in battle rage,</p> -<p class="verse0">On foot they offer’d to engage,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being zealous youths of gentle fame,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who, by fighting thought to gain a name.</p> -<p class="verse0">And as they were to march again,</p> -<p class="verse0">A false alarm gave them pain,</p> -<p class="verse0">That French invaded had the south,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which passed for a certain truth:</p> -<p class="verse0">Such tidings from Duke William came,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who actually believ’d the same,</p> -<p class="verse0">And stopt his forces for a day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till Charles was got out of the way.</p> -<p class="verse0">And Orders sent to Oglethorpe</p> -<p class="verse0">To come to him with all his troop:</p> -<p class="verse0">As soon as he the Duke had join’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">The news prov’d such as <em>Jacks</em> had coin’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Oglethorpe he got command,</p> -<p class="verse0">To go in chace of Charlie’s band,</p> -<p class="verse0">And, if possible, get before him,</p> -<p class="verse0">While he behind would soon devour him.</p> -<p class="verse0">But, on the fifteenth, I understand,</p> -<p class="verse0">Charles reach’d Kendal in Westmoreland,</p> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Now thinking that the chace was over,</p> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Slacked his march; but did discover</p> -<p class="verse0">The English bloody flag behind,</p> -<p class="verse0">And colours waving in the wind.</p> -<p class="verse0">To range their rear they were not slow,</p> -<p class="verse0">But the front, of this they did not know.</p> -<p class="verse0">At the village Clifton, in Westmoreland,</p> -<p class="verse0">They prudently pitch’d out a stand,</p> -<p class="verse0">At a Quaker’s house stood near the way,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which rous’d his sp’rit ’bove Yea and Nay:</p> -<p class="verse0">Behind the hedges, walls and lones,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where unperceiv’d they stood as stones.</p> -<p class="verse0">The eighteenth day of dark December,</p> -<p class="verse0">In Forty Five, you’ll this remember,</p> -<p class="verse0">After the setting of the sun,</p> -<p class="verse0">Just as Black night was coming on,</p> -<p class="verse0">The King’s dragoons and Kingston’s horse</p> -<p class="verse0">Came prancing up, at unawares.</p> -<p class="verse0">A volley shot out thro’ the hedge,</p> -<p class="verse0">Full on their flank did them engage,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which in confusion did them throw,</p> -<p class="verse0">And through the hedge they could not go.</p> -<p class="verse0">Brave gen’ral Bland commanded here</p> -<p class="verse0">Who quickly caused his troops retire;</p> -<p class="verse0">For had they more such volleys got,</p> -<p class="verse0">Few had returned from the spot.</p> -<p class="verse0">Young Honeywood was wounded sore,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Duke, enrag’d, then highly swore</p> -<p class="verse0">That he’d revenged be that night,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or die before the morning light:</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet counsell’d was for to desist;</p> -<p class="verse0">For ambuscades were hard to trust,</p> -<p class="verse0">So the pursuit he did delay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till near about the break of day:</p> -<p class="verse0">Brave men and horse lay on the field,</p> -<p class="verse0">Tho’ both the sides did flee and yield:</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet this check Charles’ end did gain,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">For he that night wou’d been o’erta’en:</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Elcho and Murray form’d that plan,</p> -<p class="verse0">And did the party here command,</p> -<p class="verse0">Not without loss, I truly say;</p> -<p class="verse0">On both sides dead and wounded lay.</p> -<p class="verse0">Few Highlanders did come to blows,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till thro’ the hedge some horsemen goes,</p> -<p class="verse0">And did engage with sword in hand;</p> -<p class="verse0">But made nought of it with the Clan,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who did come on in numbers thick,</p> -<p class="verse0">And horse and men did hough and prick.</p> -<p class="verse0">’Bout twenty five lay on the field,</p> -<p class="verse0">And thirty wounded fled for bield,</p> -<p class="verse0">With gen’ral Bland they rode away</p> -<p class="verse0">Toward the Duke, who heard the fray</p> -<p class="verse0">And came the battle to renew;</p> -<p class="verse0">But in the dark it would not do.</p> -<p class="verse0">Of Highlanders, as I heard say,</p> -<p class="verse0">But fourteen on the field there lay.</p> -<p class="verse0">George Hamilton of Stewart’s reg’ment,</p> -<p class="verse0">As prisoner he did consent,</p> -<p class="verse0">After a stout resistance made,</p> -<p class="verse0">And deeply wounded in the head,</p> -<p class="verse0">Cut by an Austrian Hussar,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who serv’d the Duke during this war.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then from the field they fled in haste,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to Penrith at midnight past,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where the main body was come before,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which spread the alarm more and more;</p> -<p class="verse0">Dreading th’ English did yet pursue,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then all out of the town they flew.</p> -<p class="verse0">Good for Penrith it happen’d so,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or next morn had been a day of woe:</p> -<p class="verse0">They vow’d in ashes it to lay</p> -<p class="verse0">For what they’d done the other day,</p> -<p class="verse0">To those who plunder’d Lowther-hall.</p> -<p class="verse0">And Penrith guards did on them fall,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Beat and broke them, and some slew,</p> -<p class="verse0">And some they into prison threw:</p> -<p class="verse0">The rest into Carlisle did run,</p> -<p class="verse0">As from that fortress they had come,</p> -<p class="verse0">The while that Charles was in the south,</p> -<p class="verse0">Wanting something to taste their mouth,</p> -<p class="verse0">A foraging they came about,</p> -<p class="verse0">Only a small band in a scout,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Penrith guards upon them fell</p> -<p class="verse0">So Charles by chance of it heard tell:</p> -<p class="verse0">Perth vow’d revenge, in dreadful ire,</p> -<p class="verse0">A recompense with sword and fire;</p> -<p class="verse0">But when such hurry on them came,</p> -<p class="verse0">They minded nought but up and ran.</p> -<p class="verse0">As one behind another did stand,</p> -<p class="verse0">He cries, <em>Furich tere be Cumberland</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">Dark was the night and rough the way,</p> -<p class="verse0">Carlisle they reach’d by break of day:</p> -<p class="verse0">There’s sixteen miles between these towns,</p> -<p class="verse0">But the weak and weari’d, left in wounds,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were all catched on the next day,</p> -<p class="verse0">By their fierce foes coming that way,</p> -<p class="verse0">About an hundred men or more,</p> -<p class="verse0">And badly us’d you may be sure.</p> -<p class="verse0">Being into loathsome jails confin’d</p> -<p class="verse0">But poorly kept and badly din’d.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The Duke to Penrith came next day,</p> -<p class="verse0">On the twentieth at Hasket lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being then within twelve short mile</p> -<p class="verse0">Of the strong fortress of Carlisle.</p> -<p class="verse0">And hearing the Scots were safely there,</p> -<p class="verse0">To follow hard he took no care:</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon his rear thought fit to rest,</p> -<p class="verse0">And counsel call’d to do what’s best.</p> -<p class="verse0">On the twenty-second they marched on</p> -<p class="verse0">But finding that the Scots were gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">All but a few who did pretend,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">The town and castle to defend.</p> -<p class="verse0">Who there were left, I understan’,</p> -<p class="verse0">By sole advice of Sullivan,</p> -<p class="verse0">(Of Irish birth although he be)</p> -<p class="verse0">The cowardliest of the company.</p> -<p class="verse0">Unlike was he to Blakeney’s blood;</p> -<p class="verse0">For Irishmen are soldiers good,</p> -<p class="verse0">Will fight for what they take in hand,</p> -<p class="verse0">Abroad or yet in native land.</p> -<p class="verse0">This Sullivan he did pretend,</p> -<p class="verse0">They would the English so suspend,</p> -<p class="verse0">That they should come no further north</p> -<p class="verse0">Till Scots had join’d their friends on Forth.</p> -<p class="verse0">And Hamilton from Aberdeen</p> -<p class="verse0">To guard the place appear’d so keen;</p> -<p class="verse0">Had they stood on but for a day,</p> -<p class="verse0">As open to the north it lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which was Perth, Murray and Elcho’s plan,</p> -<p class="verse0">In it they need not lost a man,</p> -<p class="verse0">They might at ev’ning issued out,</p> -<p class="verse0">And ev’ry one been out of doubt:</p> -<p class="verse0">Through boasted courage and hot zeal,</p> -<p class="verse0">For a month, said, they would not fail,</p> -<p class="verse0">Cannon, powder and wealth of balls,</p> -<p class="verse0">Very strong gates and stately walls:</p> -<p class="verse0">As in despair, they did pretend,</p> -<p class="verse0">It to the last they would defend.</p> -<p class="verse0">Lancashire reg’ment chus’d there to ’bide,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to keep the fort were not afraid:</p> -<p class="verse0">The English gate of iron and oak,</p> -<p class="verse0">For fear with cannon it should be broke</p> -<p class="verse0">They built it up with stones within,</p> -<p class="verse0">And swore the de’il should not come in;</p> -<p class="verse0">Unless that he got wings to fly,</p> -<p class="verse0">And all by oaths would do or die.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">This being done, Charles and his men</p> -<p class="verse0">For Scotland marched back again,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">By the Langtown on Esk’s side,</p> -<p class="verse0">The water swoln, not by the tide,</p> -<p class="verse0">But a mighty current from the hills</p> -<p class="verse0">Made all to stop against their wills.</p> -<p class="verse0">And then to fly they knew not where,</p> -<p class="verse0">North, south and west, inclosed were.</p> -<p class="verse0">And though Carlisle lay on their rear,</p> -<p class="verse0">They knew not but the English were</p> -<p class="verse0">Hard behind them on the pursuit,</p> -<p class="verse0">By only going six miles about,</p> -<p class="verse0">To a bridge lies near Brampton town,</p> -<p class="verse0">And on the north side to come down,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whereof they had great fear and dread;</p> -<p class="verse0">Which put them to this desp’rate deed,</p> -<p class="verse0">The fords they tried which were too strong,</p> -<p class="verse0">Horse of more strength and legs more long</p> -<p class="verse0">They would require at such a place,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there to stay great danger was.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">They chus’d a swamp above a ford,</p> -<p class="verse0">And in they plung’d with one accord,</p> -<p class="verse0">The horse went first and swim’d half thro’,</p> -<p class="verse0">Foot at their tails they forward drew,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who hung together with arms a-cleek,</p> -<p class="verse0">Tho’ floods went over head and cheek:</p> -<p class="verse0">And those who were of stature low,</p> -<p class="verse0">Hard was their lot in wading so,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their powder clothes and arms wet,</p> -<p class="verse0">This was the bath these poor men gat.</p> -<p class="verse0">Not one shot was preserved dry,</p> -<p class="verse0">But these that did on horseback ly:</p> -<p class="verse0">They in the water plung’d so fast,</p> -<p class="verse0">That many lost their grips at last,</p> -<p class="verse0">And tumbling, went off with the stream,</p> -<p class="verse0">Down went their heads, up came their wame:</p> -<p class="verse0">Though people stood on ev’ry shore,</p> -<p class="verse0">Alas! their lives were now no more.</p> -<p class="verse0">Both men and women were wash’d away,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Into the firth of Sollaway.</p> -<p class="verse0">And some at Bowness were cast out,</p> -<p class="verse0">At Annan-foot and thereabout.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">To Gretna, and Annan they march away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thence to Dumfries on the next day,</p> -<p class="verse0">And charg’d a ransom off that town,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or else to plunder they were boun’:</p> -<p class="verse0">Two thousand Sterling made them pay,</p> -<p class="verse0">And carried hostages away</p> -<p class="verse0">When cash failed them, to the North,</p> -<p class="verse0">To join their friends upon the Forth.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="p2 center screenonly"> -<a name="MAP_CL" id="MAP_CL"></a> -<a href="images/i_112.jpg"> -<span class="transnote">Click here to view the Plan as an illustration from the book</span></a> -<br /> -</div> - - <div class="handonly figcenter"> - <img src="images/i_112.jpg" width="400" alt="" /></div> - -<div class="map"> -<p class="p1 center"><span class="smcap">A Plan</span> of the <span class="smcap">Battle</span> of CLIFTON-MUIR.</p> - -<p class="p1 center lsp2">NORTH SIDE.</p> - -<div class="p2 center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td class="tdly lsp2"><br /><br />WEST SIDE.</td> -<td class="tdlz">The other Party in Ambush unseen, who gave them a close Fire through the Hedges.</td> -<td class="tdc bl br">Bland’s Dragoons, Hussars and Light-horse, on the High-way between two Hedges.</td> -<td class="tdly">A Party behind the Village at the Quaker’s House.</td> -<td class="tdly"><br />⌂⌂<br />⌂⌂</td> -<td class="tdly lsp2 pad2"><br /><br />EAST SIDE.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p class="p2 center"> -The Duke’s<br /> -Army three<br /> -Miles behind.</p> - -<p class="p2 center lsp2">SOUTH SIDE.</p> -</div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> -<h3><a name="CHAP_IV" id="CHAP_IV"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. IV.</a></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>Retaking of Carlisle by Cumberland. His return to London. -Battle of Inverurie. The Rebels march from Dumfries by -Glasgow to Stirling.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">December, on the twenty-two,</p> -<p class="verse0">The English round Carlisle they drew,</p> -<p class="verse0">On south west side fix’d on a place</p> -<p class="verse0">Which opposite the castle was.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Duke all round it took a view,</p> -<p class="verse0">And of the castle had no brow,</p> -<p class="verse0">It seem’d to him like a dung hill,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or like a German old brick kiln:</p> -<p class="verse0">But yet their cannon play’d right smart,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which caus’d them from the hills depart.</p> -<p class="verse0">To capit’late the terms they crav’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were, <em>T’ march with honour away to leav’t</em>.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The Duke reply’d, “That is a due</p> -<p class="verse0">“Ne’er given to any rebel crew;</p> -<p class="verse0">“But ne’ertheless take it I shall,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Either with honour or not at all.”</p> -<p class="verse0">Then in the dark time of the night,</p> -<p class="verse0">He caus’d lay down, to cloud their sight,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Loads of straw and ricks of hay;</p> -<p class="verse0">There dig’d a trench of turf and clay:</p> -<p class="verse0">But batt’ring cannon he had none,</p> -<p class="verse0">But small field guns to mount thereon;</p> -<p class="verse0">Till from Whitehav’n, thirty miles away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Drove heavy cannon on it to lay.</p> -<p class="verse0">As soon as they began to fire,</p> -<p class="verse0">They beat the walls as low as mire,</p> -<p class="verse0">And made a breach both broad and wide,</p> -<p class="verse0">In the castle wall on the west side;</p> -<p class="verse0">To enter there, began to form,</p> -<p class="verse0">And take the fort by bloody storm.</p> -<p class="verse0">No quarters they propos’d to give,</p> -<p class="verse0">Put all to death, not one to live;</p> -<p class="verse0">When this they saw, without all doubt,</p> -<p class="verse0">A flag of mercy they hung out;</p> -<p class="verse0">But all that could obtained be,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was pris’ners at the King’s mercy.</p> -<p class="verse0">From thence they were to London sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where heads and hearts were from them rent</p> -<p class="verse0">Some executed in that place,</p> -<p class="verse0">And members dash’d into their face,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their very hearts cut out alive,</p> -<p class="verse0">Such butch’ry’s horrid to descrive.</p> -<p class="verse0">Many of the commons banish’d were</p> -<p class="verse0">To plantations, I know not where,</p> -<p class="verse0">John Hamilton the governor,</p> -<p class="verse0">His head, from off his body shore,</p> -<p class="verse0">Fix’d on a pole on the Scots-port,</p> -<p class="verse0">Scots for the future to exhort,</p> -<p class="verse0">By viewing the spectacles were there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Against rebellion to have a care.</p> -<p class="verse0">Two Lancashire men’s heads also,</p> -<p class="verse0">On th’ English gate fixt as a show,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whom they did English rebels call,</p> -<p class="verse0">A proof Scots are not rebels all;</p> -<p class="verse0">I only show there’s part of both,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And for their fate, I say, “Oh, hogh!”</p> -<p class="verse0">A dreadful sight for human eyes,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to behold such sacrifice</p> -<p class="verse0">’Mong Christian people, as I think,</p> -<p class="verse0">At what I’ve seen my heart does shrink;</p> -<p class="verse0">When I view the place and on it ponder,</p> -<p class="verse0">The bloody butch’ry that’s been yonder,</p> -<p class="verse0">I mean in the streets of Carlisle,</p> -<p class="verse0">The mangling that was there a while.</p> -<p class="verse0">Of such like acts I’ll say no more,</p> -<p class="verse0">But follow the subject just before.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The Duke forthwith to London went,</p> -<p class="verse0">And gen’ral Hawly to Scotland sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who round by Berwick took his rout,</p> -<p class="verse0">Near a full hundred miles about,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ev’n by Newcastle and Dunbar,</p> -<p class="verse0">It must be own’d the stretch was far,</p> -<p class="verse0">Before he came to E’nburgh town</p> -<p class="verse0">Fatigu’d were both foot and dragoon.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">While Charles did through England pass,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Loudon lay at Inverness,</p> -<p class="verse0">And with him did two thousand men</p> -<p class="verse0">To keep in awe the Highland Clan:</p> -<p class="verse0">For several lairds their Clans did raise,</p> -<p class="verse0">And some took part in both the ways;</p> -<p class="verse0">Others kept them in their own bounds,</p> -<p class="verse0">For preservation of their grounds,</p> -<p class="verse0">And when Duke William gain’d the day,</p> -<p class="verse0">It was for him, they then did say;</p> -<p class="verse0">But if Charles had chanc’d to prevail</p> -<p class="verse0">Some think they’d told another tale.</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet Loudon to King George was true,</p> -<p class="verse0">And by his conduct did subdue</p> -<p class="verse0">Many who were as foes inclin’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">And kept them in a neutral mind.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Frazers’ clan he drove away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who around Fort Augustus lay,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Commanded by lord Lovat’s son,</p> -<p class="verse0">He made them from that fort to run.</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Lewis Gordon lay from him south,</p> -<p class="verse0">With lord John Drummond, a furious youth,</p> -<p class="verse0">And brother to the Duke of Perth,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who wish’d Loudon sent off the earth,</p> -<p class="verse0">And under their command, it seems,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was the French Regiment de Fitz James,</p> -<p class="verse0">With Clan’s rais’d on the northern shore,</p> -<p class="verse0">About three thousand men or more,</p> -<p class="verse0">Kept Aberdeen, Perth, and Dundee,</p> -<p class="verse0">And all the low towns by the sea:</p> -<p class="verse0">The fierce MacLeod lay west from them,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who on George’s side had rais’d his men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Intending to take Aberdeen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Knowing that Gordon lay therein,</p> -<p class="verse0">He as far as Inverurie came,</p> -<p class="verse0">In hopes next day to reach the same;</p> -<p class="verse0">But Gordon of this was aware,</p> -<p class="verse0">And for to meet him did prepare,</p> -<p class="verse0">But march’d his men another way,</p> -<p class="verse0">As tho’ he would not on him stay.</p> -<p class="verse0">West from the road he took his rout,</p> -<p class="verse0">Altho’ it was some miles about,</p> -<p class="verse0">Kept hollow ways not to be seen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where woods and planting did him screen,</p> -<p class="verse0">And ’bout the setting of the sun,</p> -<p class="verse0">He spy’d them entering the town.</p> -<p class="verse0">A halt he made, judg’d what to do,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of’s being there they nothing knew.</p> -<p class="verse0">Much like his own their number seem’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then for to fight, it best he deem’d:</p> -<p class="verse0">And what favour’d his notion more,</p> -<p class="verse0">He saw them billoting, a score</p> -<p class="verse0">Or more into each country town,</p> -<p class="verse0">At two miles distance all around.</p> -<p class="verse0">When the full half of them were gone,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">He thought it time to draw them on,</p> -<p class="verse0">In full brigade at the town’s end,</p> -<p class="verse0">Before MacLeod ought of him <em>kend</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">The first intelligence some got</p> -<p class="verse0">Was by the rattling of the shot.</p> -<p class="verse0">Confus’d he was in this sad case</p> -<p class="verse0">His men dispers’d, and few to face.</p> -<p class="verse0">The foes assault, upon the hill</p> -<p class="verse0">He rallied them near to the mill.</p> -<p class="verse0">They fir’d full brisk on every side;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet Gordon’s force was hard to <em>bide</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">They being to arms bred in France,</p> -<p class="verse0">Knew how to retreat, and to advance.</p> -<p class="verse0">MacLeod’s men, in number few,</p> -<p class="verse0">Quite raw and undisciplin’d too,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lost nearly twenty upon the spot,</p> -<p class="verse0">And forty fled gall’d by the shot.</p> -<p class="verse0">The laird himself, to end the matter,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did fly and could not make it better.</p> -<p class="verse0">His men in crowds came running in,</p> -<p class="verse0">Crying, <em>Master did ye loss or win?</em></p> -<p class="verse0">But for to rally in such a <em>stour</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">He had no time, might, or power;</p> -<p class="verse0">The darksome night was coming on,</p> -<p class="verse0">And his best men lay dead and gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or wounded, they before him fled:</p> -<p class="verse0">While Gordon brisk advancing made,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whose loss that night was not heard tell,</p> -<p class="verse0">Alledging that none of them fell;</p> -<p class="verse0">He gained the field and town, ’tis true,</p> -<p class="verse0">But yet ’twas judg’d he lost a few,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whom they did bury in the night,</p> -<p class="verse0">To keep their losses out of sight.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">This bloody battle, as they say,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was fought the night before <em>Yuil</em> day,</p> -<p class="verse0">At the end of Inverurie town,</p> -<p class="verse0">Led on by Gordon and Drummond,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Against MacLeod and all his Clan,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who did not well concert the plan:</p> -<p class="verse0">Spreading his men so far a <em>breed</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was nothing like a martial deed:</p> -<p class="verse0">For the one half they overthrew,</p> -<p class="verse0">Before the other ought on’t knew.</p> -<p class="verse0">It was a trick of war ye <em>ken</em></p> -<p class="verse0">For making them more wise again;</p> -<p class="verse0">No sooner Gordon got the town,</p> -<p class="verse0">Than centries plac’d were all aroun’,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who kept patrolling through the night,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lest MacLeod shou’d renew the fight;</p> -<p class="verse0">But to the hills he did proceed,</p> -<p class="verse0">There to bewail his luckless deed.</p> -<p class="verse0">Gordon return’d to Aberdeen</p> -<p class="verse0">Rejoicing he’d victorious been,</p> -<p class="verse0">From thence to Stirling got his rout,</p> -<p class="verse0">To join his Prince when thereabout.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">When from Dumfries they came away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Hamilton they reach’d on the next day;</p> -<p class="verse0">Knowing no danger then before them,</p> -<p class="verse0">They levied all things fit to store them,</p> -<p class="verse0">As horse, of which they had great need,</p> -<p class="verse0">Many of them being rode to dead.</p> -<p class="verse0">Of meat and drink they spier’d no price;</p> -<p class="verse0">But little harm did otherwise,</p> -<p class="verse0">Save changing shoes when brogues were spent,</p> -<p class="verse0">For victuals sure they could not want.</p> -<p class="verse0">To Glasgow they came the next day,</p> -<p class="verse0">In a very poor forlorn way,</p> -<p class="verse0">The shot was rusted in the gun,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their swords from scabbards would not twin,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their count’nance fierce as a wild bear,</p> -<p class="verse0">Out o’er their eyes hang down their hair,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their very thighs red tanned quite;</p> -<p class="verse0">But yet as nimble as they’d been white;</p> -<p class="verse0">Their beards were turned black and brown,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">The like was ne’er seen in that town,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some of them did barefooted run,</p> -<p class="verse0">Minded no mire nor stony groun’;</p> -<p class="verse0">But when shav’n, drest and cloth’d again</p> -<p class="verse0">They turn’d to be like other men.</p> -<p class="verse0">Eight days they did in Glasgow rest,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until they were all cloth’d and drest:</p> -<p class="verse0">And though they on the best o’t fed,</p> -<p class="verse0">The town they under tribute laid,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ten thousand Sterling made it pay,</p> -<p class="verse0">For being of the Georgian way,</p> -<p class="verse0">Given in goods and ready cash,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or else to stand a plundering lash:</p> -<p class="verse0">And ’cause they did Militia raise,</p> -<p class="verse0">They were esteem’d as mortal faes:</p> -<p class="verse0">For being oppos’d to <em>Jacobites</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">They plainly call’d them <em>Whiggonites</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">But, for peace sake, to get them clear,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of ev’ry thing they furnish’d were,</p> -<p class="verse0">A printing Press and two workmen</p> -<p class="verse0">To print their journals as they ran.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">From Glasgow then they took their rout,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lochiel he led his Clan about</p> -<p class="verse0">By Cumbernauld, another way,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lest Kir’ntilloch they should repay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which had killed two of their Clan,</p> -<p class="verse0">That a spulzieing unto it came;</p> -<p class="verse0">As they were passing through the town,</p> -<p class="verse0">They by the rabble were knock’d down,</p> -<p class="verse0">For which the place was taxed sore,</p> -<p class="verse0">And dreaden much ’twould suffer more.</p> -<p class="verse0">Near Stirling then, they all did meet,</p> -<p class="verse0">Summon’d the town for to submit,</p> -<p class="verse0">Militia therein were quartered,</p> -<p class="verse0">And the townsmen also, armed,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who did defend a day or two;</p> -<p class="verse0">But found their force it would not do:</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Though a good wall both stout and strong,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lay on the south where they came on;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet ’tween the water and the town</p> -<p class="verse0">It lay quite open, halfway roun’.</p> -<p class="verse0">The bridge was cut on the south side,</p> -<p class="verse0">The water deep they could not wade;</p> -<p class="verse0">Their nearest pass was at the Frew,</p> -<p class="verse0">Full four miles west and in their view.</p> -<p class="verse0">Four thousand lay on the north side,</p> -<p class="verse0">Threat’ning the town whate’er betide.</p> -<p class="verse0">Glasgow Militia had left the place,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to met Hawley at Ed’nbro’ was.</p> -<p class="verse0">Militia they had; but not enew,</p> -<p class="verse0">Such duty was too hard to do.</p> -<p class="verse0">Those who did ly on the north hand,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were not of those were in England;</p> -<p class="verse0">But with Lord Lewis Gordon came,</p> -<p class="verse0">Brother to th’ Duke of that same name,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which he had raised in the north,</p> -<p class="verse0">Help’d by lord John, brother to Perth,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who did command Fitz-James’s horse,</p> -<p class="verse0">That came from France into Montrose:</p> -<p class="verse0">Most of their riders Irish and Scots,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nat’rally bent to join such plots,</p> -<p class="verse0">Inclin’d to love the Stewart race,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whose fathers did that side embrace.</p> -<p class="verse0">These foresaid Lords most active were,</p> -<p class="verse0">Both men and money to prepare,</p> -<p class="verse0">And would have rais’d some thousands more,</p> -<p class="verse0">Had but six thousand French came o’er,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which, time from time, they promised;</p> -<p class="verse0">But the seas were too well guarded.</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Loudon lay into the north,</p> -<p class="verse0">Long way beyond the Murray firth,</p> -<p class="verse0">Twenty sev’n hundred men had he,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which made the Frazer’s Clan to flee,</p> -<p class="verse0">When Fort Augustus they did besiege;</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Yet in open field would not engage.</p> -<p class="verse0">Likewise MacLeods, Grants and Munroes,</p> -<p class="verse0">Against the Stewarts in arms rose:</p> -<p class="verse0">The Sutherlands and name of Gun,</p> -<p class="verse0">To arms did against them run.</p> -<p class="verse0">Sir Duncan Forbes, Lord president,</p> -<p class="verse0">Caus’d many rise by his consent.</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus, in the north, I you assure,</p> -<p class="verse0">There was an army of great pow’r,</p> -<p class="verse0">All upon the Georgian side,</p> -<p class="verse0">Beside what was besouth the Clyde,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who all in arms there did unite,</p> -<p class="verse0">Unto the cause with noble sp’rit.</p> -<p class="verse0">Also the brave men of Argyle,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who were preparing all the while;</p> -<p class="verse0">But could not find safe passage east,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until they were from Glasgow past:</p> -<p class="verse0">And then they went by Airdrie town,</p> -<p class="verse0">When Hawley was through Lothian come,</p> -<p class="verse0">Him join’d at Ed’nburgh where they lay</p> -<p class="verse0">Preparing for the battle day;</p> -<p class="verse0">Glasgow and Paisley troops were there,</p> -<p class="verse0">To serve king George free volunteer.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> -<h3><a name="CHAP_V" id="CHAP_V"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. V.</a></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>Siege of Stirling Castle. Battle of Falkirk.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Now as Charles around Stirling lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">To surrender they did give way,</p> -<p class="verse0">All but brave Blakney, who withdrew</p> -<p class="verse0">Into the Castle, with those thought true,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who chose with him the siege to stand</p> -<p class="verse0">To their life’s end, with sword in hand.</p> -<p class="verse0">His stores, indeed, were ill laid in,</p> -<p class="verse0">S’ unexpected it did begin,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">No time had they for to provide,</p> -<p class="verse0">Charles being so long on their south side.</p> -<p class="verse0">Their ammunition too was small,</p> -<p class="verse0">No stock of powder, nor yet of ball;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet all encouragement he gave</p> -<p class="verse0">To those who’d help the Fort to save:</p> -<p class="verse0">His endeavours he spared not</p> -<p class="verse0">To find such stores as could be got:</p> -<p class="verse0">And all he thought of use to be,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were welcome to his companie:</p> -<p class="verse0">And those who fearful were to stay</p> -<p class="verse0">Freely got leave to go away;</p> -<p class="verse0">Th’ unloyal he charg’d not to ’tend it;</p> -<p class="verse0">For to the last he would defend it.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Summons he got for to surrender;</p> -<p class="verse0">But answer made, “He was defender,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Intrusted by king George command,</p> -<p class="verse0">“To which, he vow’d, he’d firmly stand.”</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then to assault they did prepare,</p> -<p class="verse0">Milit’ry engines erected there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Cannon from th’ other side the Forth,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which had been landed in the north.</p> -<p class="verse0">British cannons lost at Fount’noy,</p> -<p class="verse0">Came home this Fort for to destroy.</p> -<p class="verse0">To raise a trench, in haste they got,</p> -<p class="verse0">As near the walls as pistol shot,</p> -<p class="verse0">On the east side, on a hill top,</p> -<p class="verse0">To breach the wall it was their hope:</p> -<p class="verse0">And then by storm they did pretend,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of all within to make an end:</p> -<p class="verse0">But at this instant Hawley came,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which put a stop to their fierce aim.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then all their force together drew,</p> -<p class="verse0">Those in the north past at the Frew;</p> -<p class="verse0">Near by Torwood they rendezvouz’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where Hawley’s camp, afar they view’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Hard by Falkirk, on the north side,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">The English banners were display’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">From th’ banks of Carron they had in view,</p> -<p class="verse0">All passes where they could come thro’:</p> -<p class="verse0">Ev’n from Forth side up to the hills;</p> -<p class="verse0">But high presumption their courage fills,</p> -<p class="verse0">As they were arm’d in such a case,</p> -<p class="verse0">The rebel Scots would not them face:</p> -<p class="verse0">And as in scorn did them deride,</p> -<p class="verse0">So to advance did slow proceed:</p> -<p class="verse0">And spent their time in vain delay</p> -<p class="verse0">Ev’n the forepart of th’ battle-day.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">While Charlie, with much active care,</p> -<p class="verse0">His res’lute troops did well prepare:</p> -<p class="verse0">From Torwood-head they issu’d down</p> -<p class="verse0">To the south side, on rising groun’.</p> -<p class="verse0">Cross’d Carron at Dunnipace mill.</p> -<p class="verse0">By foot of Bonny took th’ hill,</p> -<p class="verse0">And still he kep’t a sharp look out,</p> -<p class="verse0">In hopes that Hawley would take th’ rout;</p> -<p class="verse0">As in his camp sure news he had</p> -<p class="verse0">From’s out-guard posts who there had fled.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Mean time the Highlanders gain’d th’ hill,</p> -<p class="verse0">Wind on their back just at their will.</p> -<p class="verse0">Hawley’s camp it was alarmed;</p> -<p class="verse0">But he himself could not be had:</p> -<p class="verse0">Chief orders then they could get none,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which caused some confusion,</p> -<p class="verse0">And when that Hawley did appear,</p> -<p class="verse0">He’d not believe they were so near.</p> -<p class="verse0">Husk form’d his men and took the hill,</p> -<p class="verse0">The horsemen also march’d there-till,</p> -<p class="verse0">Glasgow and Paisley volunteers,</p> -<p class="verse0">Eager to fight, it so appears,</p> -<p class="verse0">With the dragoons advanc’d in form,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who ’mong the first did feel the storm.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Highlanders, seeing their zeal,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their highland vengeance pour’d like hail,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">On red coats they some pity had,</p> -<p class="verse0">But ’gainst Militia were raging mad.</p> -<p class="verse0">Cob’s dragoons they southmost stood;</p> -<p class="verse0">But gain a flank they never cou’d:</p> -<p class="verse0">For Murray led on the front line,</p> -<p class="verse0">And kept them both from flank and wind:</p> -<p class="verse0">Some time was spent these points to gain;</p> -<p class="verse0">But all the struggle prov’d in vain.</p> -<p class="verse0">Gardner’s and Monroe’s were next,</p> -<p class="verse0">On worse ground troopers could not fix;</p> -<p class="verse0">I don’t mean as to th’ en’mies fire;</p> -<p class="verse0">But on their front a boggie mire,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which in th’ attack the horse confounded,</p> -<p class="verse0">And they on all sides were surrounded;</p> -<p class="verse0">Next to them the volunteers,</p> -<p class="verse0">Between the foot and Grenadiers.</p> -<p class="verse0">Some reg’ments coming up the hill,</p> -<p class="verse0">And as they came, they formed still.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The Highlanders in columns three,</p> -<p class="verse0">Came moving on couragiouslie,</p> -<p class="verse0">With loud huzzas on every side,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their bloody banners were display’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">The front line only three men deep,</p> -<p class="verse0">They in reserve the rest did keep:</p> -<p class="verse0">Their plaids in heaps were left behind,</p> -<p class="verse0">Light to run if need they find:</p> -<p class="verse0">And on they came with a goodwill,</p> -<p class="verse0">At the <em>dog-trot</em>, adown the hill.</p> -<p class="verse0">At Cob’s dragoons the first rank fir’d:</p> -<p class="verse0">But rear and centre were desir’d</p> -<p class="verse0">To keep their fire, and then to pour’t</p> -<p class="verse0">Into their face, while front in <em>scourd</em></p> -<p class="verse0">With sword in hand, (as they intended)</p> -<p class="verse0">This was design’d them to defend it.</p> -<p class="verse0">So near their front at flight they came,</p> -<p class="verse0">They turned back both horse and man,</p> -<p class="verse0">They kept up fire then crack by crack,</p> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">They surely found it on their back;</p> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">For men and horse to field they brang,</p> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And many in their saddles swang.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The brave Monroe, with his troops too</p> -<p class="verse0">Disdain’d to flee; but went quite thro’</p> -<p class="verse0">Their front line, centre, and the rear;</p> -<p class="verse0">But fell himself, as he came near,</p> -<p class="verse0">Two balls out thro’ his body ran,</p> -<p class="verse0">Alas! he never raise again.</p> -<p class="verse0">He was a soldier, bold and true,</p> -<p class="verse0">Rather too fierce as some avow,</p> -<p class="verse0">His whole troop now was in the mire,</p> -<p class="verse0">Inclos’d about with sword and fire,</p> -<p class="verse0">Hacking, slashing, behind, before ’em,</p> -<p class="verse0">All enrag’d for to devour them:</p> -<p class="verse0">Th’ horses legs to their bellies was,</p> -<p class="verse0">Few with life from ’mong them pass.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">By this the horse were fairly beat,</p> -<p class="verse0">And those were left made full retreat;</p> -<p class="verse0">But oh! such wind and rain arose,</p> -<p class="verse0">As if all conspir’d for Hawley’s foes.</p> -<p class="verse0">The southside being fairly won,</p> -<p class="verse0">They fac’d north, as all had been done,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where next stood, to bide the brush</p> -<p class="verse0">The volunteers, who zealeous</p> -<p class="verse0">Kept firing close, till near surrounded,</p> -<p class="verse0">And by the flying horse confounded:</p> -<p class="verse0">They suffer’d sore into this place,</p> -<p class="verse0">No Highlander pity’d their case—</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>You curs’d Militia</em>, they did swear,</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>What a devil did bring you here?</em></p> -<p class="verse0">Ligonier’s, Husks and Cholmondelly,</p> -<p class="verse0">Gave from them many a dreadful volley,</p> -<p class="verse0">Two running fires, from end to end,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which broad swords could no way defend:</p> -<p class="verse0">But seeing so many run and fall,</p> -<p class="verse0">They thought they were in danger all,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And for their safety did prepare,</p> -<p class="verse0">In haste they form’d a hollow square:</p> -<p class="verse0">The horsemen being all fled or slain,</p> -<p class="verse0">The very <span class="smcap">Loyal</span> fled like men.</p> -<p class="verse0">Some reg’ments marching up the hill</p> -<p class="verse0">To turn again, had right good will.</p> -<p class="verse0">Brave col’nel <span class="smcap">Jack</span>, being then a boy,</p> -<p class="verse0">His warlike genious did employ,</p> -<p class="verse0">He form’d his men at the hill foot,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which was approv’d as noble wit:</p> -<p class="verse0">But if Husk had not check’d their fury,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some thousands more had been to bury;</p> -<p class="verse0">He beat them fair quite out of sight,</p> -<p class="verse0">But O! the rain and blowy night,</p> -<p class="verse0">Horse or cannon, there, he had none,</p> -<p class="verse0">He could not keep the field alone,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some cannon which on th’ field there was,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being spik’d up with iron flaws,</p> -<p class="verse0">And render’d useless for that time,</p> -<p class="verse0">The hole being stopt whereat they prime,</p> -<p class="verse0">Barrel’s grenadiers to some yok’d too</p> -<p class="verse0">And eastward to Falkirk them drew;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet all their toil no effect had,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their drivers and the horse were fled,</p> -<p class="verse0">The cannon, for some time, were lost,</p> -<p class="verse0">The chance of war so <em>rul’d the roast</em>.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Husk in form made safe retreat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where all were flying the other gate</p> -<p class="verse0">Out from the camp, the Lithgow way,</p> -<p class="verse0">He form’d the Buffs behind to stay,</p> -<p class="verse0">In trust, to cover the retreat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which was nought but a pannick fright:</p> -<p class="verse0">For had they kept their camp, I’m sure,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Clans wou’d soon have left the Muir;</p> -<p class="verse0">For there was but few who kept th’ field,</p> -<p class="verse0">Many dispers’d to seek for bield.</p> -<p class="verse0">No sooner the battle was begun</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Than on both sides the cow’rdly run;</p> -<p class="verse0">And thro’ the country word was spread,</p> -<p class="verse0">How George had won, and Charles fled:</p> -<p class="verse0">Ev’n Charles himself could hardly tell,</p> -<p class="verse0">That very night how it befel;</p> -<p class="verse0">But the abandoning their camp</p> -<p class="verse0">Confirm’d all, and made them ramp.</p> -<p class="verse0">It is well known by all about,</p> -<p class="verse0">The battle was not half fought out:—</p> -<p class="verse0">But to run, O shame! and leave your tents,</p> -<p class="verse0">Like brok’n tennants with unpaid rents?</p> -<p class="verse0">The dread of Highlandmen to consider!</p> -<p class="verse0">And not two hundred of them together;</p> -<p class="verse0"><ins class="corr" title="Transcriber's Note—Original text: 'But all disper’d'">But all dispers’d</ins> the country thro’,</p> -<p class="verse0">Afraid of them, and they of you!</p> -<p class="verse0">For had they known th’ English retreating,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Hind <span class="smcap">Tamtallan</span>, had been a beating.</p> -<p class="verse0">This was the step which Hawley took,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which ruined all, else I mistook.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The duke of Perth laught in his sleeve,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Charles himself could scarce believe,</p> -<p class="verse0">That Hawley was turn’d such a cow,</p> -<p class="verse0">As flee when none was to pursue.</p> -<p class="verse0">When those about heard of the flight,</p> -<p class="verse0">They came and took the town that night.</p> -<p class="verse0">Both town and camp left to their will,</p> -<p class="verse0">As Hawley march’d on eastward still,</p> -<p class="verse0">To Lithgow and Borrowstounness,</p> -<p class="verse0">And some to Edinburgh did pass,</p> -<p class="verse0">There gave it out, “That all was lost,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Few left alive of Hawley’s host,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Charles was driving all before him,</p> -<p class="verse0">“The very <em>wind</em> and <em>rain</em> fought for him.”</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">On Janu’ry sixteenth, afternoon,</p> -<p class="verse0">This battle was fought, but never won:</p> -<p class="verse0">But on the <em>morn</em> both great and small</p> -<p class="verse0">Unto Falkirk assembled all,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">To view the field and bury the slain;</p> -<p class="verse0">But which was which, was ill to <em>ken</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">For by their clothes no man could tell,</p> -<p class="verse0">They stripped were as fast’s they fell.</p> -<p class="verse0">The plund’ring wives, and savage boy</p> -<p class="verse0">Did many wounded men destroy;</p> -<p class="verse0">With durks and <em>skians</em> they fell a sticking,</p> -<p class="verse0">For which they well deserved a kicking:</p> -<p class="verse0">Some of the brutish commons too,</p> -<p class="verse0">I saw them run the wounded thro’!</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The brave Monroe his corpse was there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Among the slain and stripped bare;</p> -<p class="verse0">In Falkirk yard, you’ll read his name,</p> -<p class="verse0">Interr’d hard by Sir John the Grahame.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">All who Militia were suspected,</p> -<p class="verse0">To catch that day was not neglected,</p> -<p class="verse0">And hundreds more, I you assure,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who came to see their Falkirk-muir,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ev’n for such curiosity</p> -<p class="verse0">Were brought into much misery.</p> -<p class="verse0">Being driven north to Inverness,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their cold and hunger I can’t express:</p> -<p class="verse0">Those who felt it, best can tell,</p> -<p class="verse0">I leave them to express’t themsel.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">An accident happ’ned next day</p> -<p class="verse0">T’ one Glengarie on the Street-way,</p> -<p class="verse0">A man in plunder got a gun,</p> -<p class="verse0">Two balls from which he had new drawn,</p> -<p class="verse0">Judging in it there was no more,</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet another she had in store.</p> -<p class="verse0">Out at a window did her lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Dreading no harm he did let fly,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which kill’d Glengary as he past,</p> -<p class="verse0">Dead on the street it laid him fast.</p> -<p class="verse0">They siezed the fellow and did bang him,</p> -<p class="verse0">Would give no time to judge or hang him;</p> -<p class="verse0">But with guns and swords upon him drave,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Which made him minch-meat for the grave.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">For Stirling then they march’d again,</p> -<p class="verse0">With prisoners and all their train:</p> -<p class="verse0">To Blackney new summons were given</p> -<p class="verse0">For to surrender, or be driven</p> -<p class="verse0">Unto death, by fire and sword;</p> -<p class="verse0">Just now to yield—or trust the word,</p> -<p class="verse0">That they would make that fort his grave,</p> -<p class="verse0">And not a soul therein would save.</p> -<p class="verse0">But Blackney said, The fort was his,</p> -<p class="verse0">And each within aminded was,</p> -<p class="verse0">To stand the last extremitie:</p> -<p class="verse0">Take this for answer now from me,</p> -<p class="verse0">“When my King and Master gives me word,</p> -<p class="verse0">“You will have it without stroke of sword.”</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then with fury began the siege,</p> -<p class="verse0">Both day and night they did engage:</p> -<p class="verse0">On the east side upon a height,</p> -<p class="verse0">Open’d a batt’ry in the night,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of wooden faggots fill’d with mud:</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon a rock the trench it stood,</p> -<p class="verse0">To dig it deep it would not do,</p> -<p class="verse0">At last they purchas’d packs of woo,</p> -<p class="verse0">For which Perth’s duke gave his own bill,</p> -<p class="verse0">Smith may protest it when he will,</p> -<p class="verse0">For Perth and Blackney both are gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">And I trow, it was paid by none.</p> -<p class="verse0">The country ’round they did compel</p> -<p class="verse0">Faggots to make and trees to fell.</p> -<p class="verse0">The one built up, th’ other beat down,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their noise was heard the country round.</p> -<p class="verse0">Indeed <em>hersel</em> was loth to do it;</p> -<p class="verse0">But on pain of death <em>she</em> was put to’t.</p> -<p class="verse0">French engineers indeed they had,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who order’d all to work like mad.</p> -<p class="verse0">Here many a poor man lost his life,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being unaccustom’d to such strife,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Crying <em>Shentlemen, ye’d best let be;</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>For feth wese hae a meuds of ye;</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>If we had up our muckle dyke</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>We’ll tak your Castle when we like</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">These engineers, who knew far better,</p> -<p class="verse0">Out of their lives did still them flatter,</p> -<p class="verse0">At ev’ry point where danger was</p> -<p class="verse0">They made the poor unthoughtfu’ pass:</p> -<p class="verse0">Which only did prolong the time,</p> -<p class="verse0">To murder men they thought no crime:</p> -<p class="verse0">For well they knew it would not do,</p> -<p class="verse0">With such batt’ries of mud and woo:</p> -<p class="verse0">Unless they made a cover’d way</p> -<p class="verse0">Dug in the earth, thro’ sand or clay.</p> -<p class="verse0">Ten days they wrought with all their pow’r,</p> -<p class="verse0">And men they lost on’t ev’ry hour,</p> -<p class="verse0">Night and day there was no rest,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Blackney always had the best.</p> -<p class="verse0">The fort being high above their trench,</p> -<p class="verse0">To see their work it was no pinch,</p> -<p class="verse0">Dung hill like on a rock ’twas laid:</p> -<p class="verse0">In form of a potatoe-bed.</p> -<p class="verse0">With tow and tar when it was dark</p> -<p class="verse0">He let them see to do their wark,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which as a lamp burnt on their trench,</p> -<p class="verse0">Caus’d many die who thought to quench’t.</p> -<p class="verse0">They skirmish’d on, both night and day,</p> -<p class="verse0">With cannons and small arms did play:</p> -<p class="verse0">Four big guns were brought up at last;</p> -<p class="verse0">But soon were off their carriage cast,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their very muzzles were beaten in,</p> -<p class="verse0">And off their wheels they made them spin.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">One called Fife on Blackney’s side,</p> -<p class="verse0">At ev’ry shot he laid their pride,</p> -<p class="verse0">Experienc’d by hand and eye,</p> -<p class="verse0">A perfect gunner, by land and sea;</p> -<p class="verse0">But the worst thing which did ensue,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Of cannon balls they had but few,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which caus’d them fire with coals and stones,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or ought was fit for smashing bones:</p> -<p class="verse0">For of the balls he was but sparing,</p> -<p class="verse0">Unless to give some hearty <em>fairing</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">An engineer who plagu’d him sadly,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whereat he was enraged madly,</p> -<p class="verse0">By his upbraiding speech and mocks,</p> -<p class="verse0">As he’d been more than other folks,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some did believe he had a charm,</p> -<p class="verse0">As ’gainst a shot he’d wag his arm,</p> -<p class="verse0">Fife try’d with ball, iron and stones,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then curs’d his <em>cantraips</em> skin and bones;</p> -<p class="verse0">He was some de’il as all did miss him,</p> -<p class="verse0">Said he, I’ll find a way to bless him,</p> -<p class="verse0">Having drunk some beer, bottles were by,</p> -<p class="verse0">With glass, methinks, this devil I’ll try:</p> -<p class="verse0">When broken small, he cram’d them in,</p> -<p class="verse0">“I trust, with this, to pierce thy skin,”</p> -<p class="verse0">Then play’d it off with all his art,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which minch’d him quite above the heart,</p> -<p class="verse0">So down he fell, spoke never more;</p> -<p class="verse0">Soon after this the siege gave o’er.</p> -<p class="verse0">The cannons all off carriage driven</p> -<p class="verse0">And trenches with the rocks made ev’n.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to all those who went to see,</p> -<p class="verse0">Like potatoe field it seem’d to be.</p> -<p class="verse0">Many dead bodies in’t were found,</p> -<p class="verse0">White noses sticking thro’ the ground.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">All being o’er, since it began,</p> -<p class="verse0">Brave Blackney lost only one man;</p> -<p class="verse0">Six were wounded, ’tis very true;</p> -<p class="verse0">But poor John Fife got not his due</p> -<p class="verse0">Recompence, equal to his merit;</p> -<p class="verse0">For which the poor lad broke his spirit,</p> -<p class="verse0">He went again back to the sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">Got a wat’ry tomb, as they tell me.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">He was but a Scot, and meanly born,</p> -<p class="verse0">Had no good speakers, Scots then at scorn.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now, to ev’ry body, ’tis a wonder,</p> -<p class="verse0">How that so many liv’d on plunder;</p> -<p class="verse0">For between Falkirk and Kippen ay</p> -<p class="verse0">It is but sixteen miles of way,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which space maintain’d ten thousand more</p> -<p class="verse0">Than th’ usual number within each door,</p> -<p class="verse0">For full four weeks, or nearly thereby,</p> -<p class="verse0">The time they at the siege did ly,</p> -<p class="verse0">The happy Janet kept the Forth,</p> -<p class="verse0">And curb’d all vessels from the north.</p> -<p class="verse0">About the Queens-ferry she lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Came with the tides, and gave them play</p> -<p class="verse0">Up by Airth and Higgins nook,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where was a batt’ry prov’d a mock.</p> -<p class="verse0">They thought to keep Forth to themsel;</p> -<p class="verse0">But what it cost there’s few can tell:</p> -<p class="verse0">For all th’ shipping they had at sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did not exceed in number three,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which kept about Perth and Montrose,</p> -<p class="verse0">And privily to France did cross.</p> -<p class="verse0">So all round Stirling where they lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Oft did they wish they were away.</p> -<p class="verse0">Commands they sent all round about,</p> -<p class="verse0">And searched all provisions out.</p> -<p class="verse0">Some of them paid like honest men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Others did not, I tell you plain:</p> -<p class="verse0">But this I have so far to say,</p> -<p class="verse0">They duly got their weekly pay;</p> -<p class="verse0">But yet when plunder came in use,</p> -<p class="verse0">They spared neither duck nor goose,</p> -<p class="verse0">Butter, cheese, beef, or mutton,</p> -<p class="verse0">All was theirs that could be gotten,</p> -<p class="verse0">Pocks of meal, hens and <em>cockies</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">They made that country bare of <em>chuckies</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Made many a <em>Carlin whinge</em> and <em>girn</em>,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">By <em>crowdie</em> of her meal and <em>kirn</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">All this they did before their eyes,</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Guidwife cum sup here an ye please</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">I own indeed it was a failing;</p> -<p class="verse0">But yet I cannot call it stealing:</p> -<p class="verse0">Because some folks refus’d to sell:</p> -<p class="verse0">How long, now, cou’d ye fast yoursell?</p> -<p class="verse0">For the hungry came, chas’d out the fu’,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where meat was found, this was their due.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="p2 center screenonly"> -<a name="MAP_FA" id="MAP_FA"></a> -<a href="images/i_130-1.jpg"> -<span class="transnote">Click here to view the Plan as an illustration from the book</span></a> -<br /> -</div> - - <div class="handonly figcenter"> - <img src="images/i_130-1.jpg" width="600" alt="" /></div> - -<div class="map"> -<p class="p1 center"><span class="smcap">A Plan</span> of the <span class="smcap">Battle</span> <em>of</em> FALKIRK MUIR</p> - - -<p class="p1 center lsp2">EAST SIDE.</p> - -<p class="p1">Falkirk Town.</p> - -<div class="p2 center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td class="tdly" colspan="2">Argyle Militia formed below<br />the hill to cover the Retreat.</td><td class="tdly pad4" colspan="2">3 Regiments marching<br />up the Hill.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"> </td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly">G. Husk’s Column.</td><td class="tdly">Scots Royal.</td><td class="tdly">Glasgow and<br />Pais. Militia.</td><td class="tdly">Gardner and<br />Monro’s Dr.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly">__________</td><td class="tdly">__________</td><td class="tdly">__________</td><td class="tdly">__________</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">Cob’s Dragoons.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly" colspan="4"></td><td class="tdly">_____________</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p class="p2 center lsp2"><em>THE KING’S ARMY</em></p> - -<p class="lsp2">NORTH</p> -<p class="rt lsp2">SOUTH</p> -<p class="lsp2">SIDE.</p> -<p class="rt lsp2">SIDE.</p> - -<p class="p1 center lsp2">The <em>HIGHLAND ARMY</em></p> - -<div class="p1 center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td class="tdly">______________</td><td class="tdly">_____________</td><td class="tdly">___________</td><td class="tdly">______________</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly">The Cammerons<br />or first Column.</td><td class="tdly">The Stewarts.</td><td class="tdly">Macgregors.</td><td class="tdly">L. Geo. Muray’s.<br />This Col. fired first.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdcy" colspan="4">____________________________________________ </td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdcy" colspan="4">The Second Column who came not up to Action,<br />but still in Motion.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdcy" colspan="4">________________________________________________</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdcy" colspan="4">The Third Column, who stood as Corps of Reserve.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly" colspan="3"></td><td class="tdly">______________</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly" colspan="3"></td><td class="tdly">The Hussars or<br />Horse-men.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdcy" colspan="2">____________________</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdcy" colspan="2">The French Brigades,<br />or Prince’s Guards.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p class="p1 center lsp2">WEST SIDE.</p> -</div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> -<h3><a name="CHAP_VI" id="CHAP_VI"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. VI.</a></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>The Duke’s return. His Speech to the Army. March to Stirling. -Explosion of St. Ninian’s Church.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Now when the news to London went,</p> -<p class="verse0">Guess ye if George was well content,</p> -<p class="verse0">At Hawley’s being so defeat,</p> -<p class="verse0">And making such a foul retreat.</p> -<p class="verse0">On Friday’s night the deed was done,</p> -<p class="verse0">This was on Sunday afternoon.</p> -<p class="verse0">The council’s call’d, and in all haste,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Duke again they did request</p> -<p class="verse0">To go, and take the whole command,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to reduce the Highland band</p> -<p class="verse0">That so disturbed <span class="smcap">Briton’s</span> peace,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which was accepted by his Grace.</p> -<p class="verse0">All things prepar’d for posting ways,</p> -<p class="verse0">He on the road was near six days.</p> -<p class="verse0">To Ed’nburgh town he came at last,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which gave their sp’rits a quickning blast.</p> -<p class="verse0">The troops review’d and brought together,</p> -<p class="verse0">All for the field he did consider,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Glasgow and the Paisley Core</p> -<p class="verse0">He order’d home, knowing of more,</p> -<p class="verse0">Six thousand Hessians beside dragoons</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Were entring in the Scottish boun’s,</p> -<p class="verse0">On pressing march towards the north,</p> -<p class="verse0">Expecting battle, south side of Forth.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><em>The</em> <span class="smcap">Duke’s</span> <em>Speech to his Army at Edinburgh, January -30th, 1746</em>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">“Now Gentlemen, hear this of me,</p> -<p class="verse0">“You’re th’ soldi’rs of a people free,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Not like the poor starv’d slaves in France,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Bound to a Popish ordinance.</p> -<p class="verse0">“I know there’s many of you here</p> -<p class="verse0">“Who’ve shown your merit, that I can swear,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Others, perhaps, n’er had occasion</p> -<p class="verse0">“To show your valour in foreign nation,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Yet think yourselves as good as they,</p> -<p class="verse0">“I doubt not but part of you may;</p> -<p class="verse0">“Tho’ native soil you’ve yet possest,</p> -<p class="verse0">“In foreign land no foes have fac’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">“You descend from men, as well as they,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Who never turn’d their backs to fly:</p> -<p class="verse0">“I hope you’re now resolv’d to fight</p> -<p class="verse0">“All for your King and countries Right,</p> -<p class="verse0">“’Gainst their rebellious resolution,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Who’re for turning order to confusion,</p> -<p class="verse0">“A set of plunderers and thieves,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Which in ev’ry age disturbs and grieves:</p> -<p class="verse0">“Ay, learn’d from their fathers they are,</p> -<p class="verse0">“In troublous times to raise up war:</p> -<p class="verse0">“Boasting themselves in bauling words,</p> -<p class="verse0">“To do great actions with broad swords:</p> -<p class="verse0">“I think they’ll prove to be small stops,</p> -<p class="verse0">“In front of well disciplin’d troops.</p> -<p class="verse0">“Stand and behold them in the face,</p> -<p class="verse0">“And use your points in such a case.</p> -<p class="verse0">“If you don’t fly and break your line,</p> -<p class="verse0">“By swords you can no danger find;</p> -<p class="verse0">“But when you turn your backs to fly,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">“You throw honour and life away;</p> -<p class="verse0">“You murder by this means yoursell,</p> -<p class="verse0">“And foes encourage to excel.</p> -<p class="verse0">“Think on Tourney and Fontenoy.</p> -<p class="verse0">“Fear not this Rabble, who wou’d destroy</p> -<p class="verse0">“All that’s good, if they had power.</p> -<p class="verse0">“May heav’n protect us in battle hour!</p> -<p class="verse0">“Remember you’re for a right cause,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Against subverters of the laws.”</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">From Ed’nburgh town they march’d away</p> -<p class="verse0">To Lithgow came that very day,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Campbells on front also this night</p> -<p class="verse0">Retook Falkirk, and put to flight</p> -<p class="verse0">Part of the Highland troops were there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who straight for Stirling did repair;</p> -<p class="verse0">But orders met them by the road,</p> -<p class="verse0">That night to stop at the Torwood:</p> -<p class="verse0">Because against the morning light,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their army would be there on sight.</p> -<p class="verse0">The council call’d at Bannockburn,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where all agreed for to return</p> -<p class="verse0">And fight the Duke, whate’er betide,</p> -<p class="verse0">But his Lowland men would not ’bide;</p> -<p class="verse0">These Nor’landers swore by their <em>saul</em></p> -<p class="verse0">That Cumberland would kill them all.</p> -<p class="verse0"><ins class="corr" title="Transcriber's Note—Original text: 'But the Higlanders'">But the Highlanders</ins> made this reply,</p> -<p class="verse0">That for their Prince they’d fight and die,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where’er he went, they’d with him go</p> -<p class="verse0">And face the Duke, tho’ ten for two.</p> -<p class="verse0">So then to morrow by break of day,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Northern men march’d all away;</p> -<p class="verse0">And yet the Clans they were so kind</p> -<p class="verse0">As offer to fight if he inclin’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">But all agreed to take the rout,</p> -<p class="verse0">More of the Clans for to recruit:</p> -<p class="verse0">Then all of them took to their heels,</p> -<p class="verse0">Kept no high road; but cros’d the fields,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">The nearest way unto the Frew,</p> -<p class="verse0">For otherwise it would not do,</p> -<p class="verse0">Stirling Militia the bridge had cut,</p> -<p class="verse0">And on the water there was no boat,</p> -<p class="verse0">But what was broken or haul’d away,</p> -<p class="verse0">To keep the Forth when north they lay.</p> -<p class="verse0">Their cannon and baggage, all forsaken,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lay round Stirling and soon was taken.</p> -<p class="verse0">Their magazine of powder and ball,</p> -<p class="verse0">Falkirk plunder, tents and all,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were stor’d up in St. Ninian’s church,</p> -<p class="verse0">An engineer enter’d the porch,</p> -<p class="verse0">On purpose for to lay a train;</p> -<p class="verse0">But too much haste did him atten’.</p> -<p class="verse0">He broke one barrel, as they say,</p> -<p class="verse0">Began the powder for to stray</p> -<p class="verse0">All along upon the floor,</p> -<p class="verse0">Without the threshold of the door.</p> -<p class="verse0">Some people in the kirk there was,</p> -<p class="verse0">The love of plunder was the cause,</p> -<p class="verse0">The engineer backward did run,</p> -<p class="verse0">And at the powder fir’d his gun,</p> -<p class="verse0">Himself he thought quite secure too;</p> -<p class="verse0">But to the air with it he flew.</p> -<p class="verse0">Other eight persons there was slain,</p> -<p class="verse0">And one blown up, but fell again,</p> -<p class="verse0">So senseless, that he was thought dead,</p> -<p class="verse0">As he lay on a midden-head.</p> -<p class="verse0">He first fell on a thatched house,</p> -<p class="verse0">Next on a midden, with a <em>souse</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">His clothes and hair were really sing’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sat on the midden, curs’d and whing’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">So stupid drove, knew not the cause</p> -<p class="verse0">But own’d his mercy in such fa’s.</p> -<p class="verse0">But others were in pieces torn,</p> -<p class="verse0">And from the church a long way born;</p> -<p class="verse0">One safe before the pulpit lay,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">When all above was blown away:</p> -<p class="verse0">This roar did him so stupid drive,</p> -<p class="verse0">He knew not whether dead or alive;</p> -<p class="verse0">In flames and smoak he was benighted,</p> -<p class="verse0">And own’d that he was fairly frighted.</p> -<p class="verse0">Charles and his court from a hill top,</p> -<p class="verse0">Stood and beheld the catastrop’;</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to the north they march’d away</p> -<p class="verse0">Unto St. Johnston upon Tay.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">This great explosion, I heard say,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was heard full forty miles away.</p> -<p class="verse0">Duke William at Lithgow heard th’ crack,</p> -<p class="verse0">And cry’d, “Now Blackney’s gone to wreck,”</p> -<p class="verse0">Not knowing what the meaning was,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till in Falkirk he heard the cause,</p> -<p class="verse0">Now all of them had cross’d the Forth</p> -<p class="verse0">Quite o’er the hills into the North.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Campbells, and some troops of horse,</p> -<p class="verse0">That night arriv’d at Stirling cross,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who came harrassing the retreat,</p> -<p class="verse0">And pick’d some straglers by the <em>gate</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">Blackney also sallied out,</p> -<p class="verse0">And catch’d some strollers thereabout.</p> -<p class="verse0">Many of them were so mischiev’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">It shocked nature to perceiv’t,</p> -<p class="verse0">Legs and arms shot clean awa’,</p> -<p class="verse0">And some wanting the nether-jaw;</p> -<p class="verse0">Some were out of the trenches drawn,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being bury’d alive ’midst the san’.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Campbells kept upon the chace,</p> -<p class="verse0">And pick’t ’em up in many a place.</p> -<p class="verse0">Some cannon were found near the Frew,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their horse, being weak, could not go thro’.</p> -<p class="verse0">Much baggage left and several things,</p> -<p class="verse0">With a Printing press, called the king’s,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which back to Stirling was return’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">While Charles, by Crief, to Perth adjourn’d.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span></p> - -<h3><a name="CHAP_VII" id="CHAP_VII"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. VII.</a></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>The Duke’s arrival at Stirling. The Rebels’ Retreat, and -the Rout both Armies took to the North.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Soon after William to Stirling came,</p> -<p class="verse0">With all his troops, a warlike ban’:</p> -<p class="verse0">Reg’ments of foot, there were fourteen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sixteen field pieces of brass, full clean:</p> -<p class="verse0">Kingston’s, Cobham’s, and Ker’s dragoons.</p> -<p class="verse0">The trusty Campbells, all chosen ones,</p> -<p class="verse0">With Hawley, Husk, and John Mordaunt,</p> -<p class="verse0">Brave Ligonier he could not want,</p> -<p class="verse0">With Cholmondely, bred soldiers all,</p> -<p class="verse0">For battle ready at any call.</p> -<p class="verse0">One day his march was here suspended,</p> -<p class="verse0">The broken bridge for to get mended,</p> -<p class="verse0">O’er which the foot were safely past,</p> -<p class="verse0">And all the carriages at last.</p> -<p class="verse0">The horsemen forded Forth at Drip,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to Dumblain they marched up.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">While the army into Stirling lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">They catched one they call’d a spy,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whom Hawley, by some uncouth laws,</p> -<p class="verse0">Condemn’d for carrying Charles’ pass,</p> -<p class="verse0">Likewise another from the Duke,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which made him more like traitor look,</p> -<p class="verse0">Hawley seiz’d them, and with an oath</p> -<p class="verse0">Swore he should be depriv’d of both:</p> -<p class="verse0">Go, said he, and get a rope,</p> -<p class="verse0">And take the dog and hing him up,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which was no sooner said than done,</p> -<p class="verse0">As soon’s the hangman could be foun’,</p> -<p class="verse0">Without confession, or clergy’s stamp,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was like a dog hung to a lamp.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Next day the duke went to Dumblane,</p> -<p class="verse0">Campbells’ and th’ horse had Crief reta’en.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Here the Highlanders did divide,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some took the hills, some water-side;</p> -<p class="verse0">The highland road by bridge of Tay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or by Dundee, the sea-side way,</p> -<p class="verse0">The horse and French brigades did chuse;</p> -<p class="verse0">And the Highland roads did refuse,</p> -<p class="verse0">So kept their rout north by Montrose,</p> -<p class="verse0">While th’ others climb’d o’er hills and moss:</p> -<p class="verse0">Short time they took in Perth to tarry,</p> -<p class="verse0">All the stores they could not carry,</p> -<p class="verse0">They threw into the river Tay,</p> -<p class="verse0">With cannon they could not take ’way,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thirteen of iron they spiked up,</p> -<p class="verse0">And swivels of the Hazard sloop,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which was taken off John’s haven,</p> -<p class="verse0">By help of that town’s fisher-men.</p> -<p class="verse0">Argyle Militia and the horse</p> -<p class="verse0">To Perth straight came; but did not cross</p> -<p class="verse0">The river Tay for to pursue,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till the whole army came in view.</p> -<p class="verse0">Some would have a party take the hill,</p> -<p class="verse0">But to this the Duke deny’d his will,</p> -<p class="verse0">And kept his march down by Dundee,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thro’ towns that lay hard by the sea</p> -<p class="verse0">Toward the town called Montrose,</p> -<p class="verse0">And great resentment there he shows:</p> -<p class="verse0">All the suspect’ did apprehend,</p> -<p class="verse0">And south to Stirling did them send,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where they’re detain’d close prisoner,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Till ’bout the ending of the stir;</p> -<p class="verse0">Many of them were innocent,</p> -<p class="verse0">As afterwards was truly <em>kent</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">If ’twas not for their thought and wish:</p> -<p class="verse0">For few durst say whose man he was</p> -<p class="verse0">Who lived into such a clime,</p> -<p class="verse0">And in such a critical time.</p> -<p class="verse0">Thence he unto John’s-haven sent,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">As being upon vengeance bent</p> -<p class="verse0">For taking of the Hazard sloop,</p> -<p class="verse0">And burnt their boats both <em>stoop and roop</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">Two off’cers here he also broke,</p> -<p class="verse0">For their goodwill to Charlie’s folk,</p> -<p class="verse0">The one’s sash was in pieces cut,</p> -<p class="verse0">And quite out of the army put,</p> -<p class="verse0">His sword was broke above his head;</p> -<p class="verse0">Because he unto Charlie fled.</p> -<p class="verse0">The other, because he stopt the plunder</p> -<p class="verse0">Of th’ house of Gask, being sent under</p> -<p class="verse0">Strict command, to do such duty;</p> -<p class="verse0">But kept his party from the booty,</p> -<p class="verse0">For which he got’s commission torn,</p> -<p class="verse0">Himself depos’d with shame and scorn.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">From thence they march’d to Aberdeen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where a storm of snow and frost full <em>keen</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which on the mountains some time lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Caus’d them into that town to stay.</p> -<p class="verse0">Hesse’s band in Perth then quarter’d was,</p> -<p class="verse0">And at Dunkeld keeped the pass,</p> -<p class="verse0">The remains of Gardner’s broke dragoons</p> -<p class="verse0">Kept Blair in Athole, and such towns:</p> -<p class="verse0">These horsemen twice had suffer’d sore,</p> -<p class="verse0">Here, by surprise, they suffer’d more:</p> -<p class="verse0">As they next to the Highlands lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">They <em>skelped</em> at them night and day.</p> -<p class="verse0">Being station’d in this utmost pass,</p> -<p class="verse0">They bore the <em>brunt</em> of all distress;</p> -<p class="verse0">But the Hessians kept about Dunkeld,</p> -<p class="verse0">And did into more safety dwell.</p> -<p class="verse0">These Hessians were a warlike band,</p> -<p class="verse0">Six thousand did their prince command,</p> -<p class="verse0">Earl Crawford in their company,</p> -<p class="verse0">To guide them thro’ the Scots country.</p> -<p class="verse0">Their countenance was awful fierce,</p> -<p class="verse0">They spake High-Dutch, or German Earse,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Had white buff-belts, and all blue clothes,</p> -<p class="verse0">With a long beard beneath their nose,</p> -<p class="verse0">And those who were in wedlock state,</p> -<p class="verse0">Had all long whiskers, like the cat.</p> -<p class="verse0">Their spatterdashes with pick were gilt,</p> -<p class="verse0">And long swords with a brazen hilt,</p> -<p class="verse0">Bars on the outside of the hand,</p> -<p class="verse0">And in their guns an iron wand.</p> -<p class="verse0">The finest music e’er you did hear</p> -<p class="verse0">Would make one dance who could not stir,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their whistles and drums in chorus join</p> -<p class="verse0">Did cheer one’s heart, they played so fine:</p> -<p class="verse0">Their grenadier’s had caps of brass,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus order’d were the men of Hesse,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who camp’d for some time near Dunkeld,</p> -<p class="verse0">And kept that pass, till they hear’d tell</p> -<p class="verse0">How at Culloden all were broke,</p> -<p class="verse0">And they had never fought a stroke,</p> -<p class="verse0">Except one canonading bout;</p> -<p class="verse0">The clans afar came on a scout</p> -<p class="verse0">To view their camp from a hill top</p> -<p class="verse0">Who soon retir’d when they drew up:</p> -<p class="verse0">Whene’er their cannon began to play,</p> -<p class="verse0">They skipt like rams and ran away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Describ’d the Hessians ev’n as they can,</p> -<p class="verse0">Said, “He was a blue and bloody man,</p> -<p class="verse0">“His drums and guns pe ready, <em>got</em></p> -<p class="verse0">“Hersell pe rin, or else be shot.”</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> -<h3><a name="CHAP_VIII" id="CHAP_VIII"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. VIII.</a></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>Blowing up the Castle of Cargarf by the Earl of Ancram. -Skirmishes at Keith and Inverness, &c.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Now while the duke lay at Aberdeen,</p> -<p class="verse0">From England did his troops maintain,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Brought in his stores ay by the sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">And laid no stress on that country,</p> -<p class="verse0">From thence the earl of Ancram went,</p> -<p class="verse0">One hundred horse were with him sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Major Morris with three hundred foot,</p> -<p class="verse0">Near to the head of Don they got,</p> -<p class="verse0">To take the Castle of Cargarf,</p> -<p class="verse0">But ere they came all were run aff,</p> -<p class="verse0">Wherein was a large magazine</p> -<p class="verse0">Of amunition, and arms clean,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which did become the Earl’s prey;</p> -<p class="verse0">But could not get it born away,</p> -<p class="verse0">No horse he could get to employ,</p> -<p class="verse0">Most of the spoil he did destroy,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Bout thirty barrels of powder there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Made soon that fort fly in the air,</p> -<p class="verse0">And so returned to Aberdeen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Long forty miles there were between.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Next Col’nel Stuart of Charlie’s band,</p> -<p class="verse0">At Strathbogie he did command</p> -<p class="verse0">One thousand foot, beside Hussars,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who kept that country round as theirs:</p> -<p class="verse0">Against him were sent on command</p> -<p class="verse0">The generals Moredant and Bland;</p> -<p class="verse0">But to Stra’bogie as they drew near,</p> -<p class="verse0">Stuart did unto Keith retire.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then captain Holden with volunteers</p> -<p class="verse0">Follow’d in chase, as it appears,</p> -<p class="verse0">Seventy Campbells by Bland were sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">And thirty Kingston’s horse too went,</p> -<p class="verse0">To clear the village of Keith while light,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to Stra’bogie return that night:</p> -<p class="verse0">But their presumption ran so high,</p> -<p class="verse0">They ventur’d there that night to lye,</p> -<p class="verse0">When Stuart return’d with secret pains,</p> -<p class="verse0">Enter’d the town at both the ends,</p> -<p class="verse0">And set upon them unawares,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Till few were left of men and horse:</p> -<p class="verse0">Their loss was this, you may consider,</p> -<p class="verse0">Because they were not got together.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Campbells sold their lives like men,</p> -<p class="verse0">And of the horsemen left were ten.</p> -<p class="verse0">This did the Highlandmen revive,</p> -<p class="verse0">And rais’d their sp’rits for more mischief,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to the Duke’s men gave a caution,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where to quarter on like occasion.</p> -<p class="verse0">His army in three divisions lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">The first at Strathbogie, they say,</p> -<p class="verse0">Second at Old Meldrum, half-way between</p> -<p class="verse0">Strathbogie town and Aberdeen,</p> -<p class="verse0">The last at Aberdeen still lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until April on the eighth day.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">While Charles must the mountains keep,</p> -<p class="verse0">Among the goats, cows and sheep,</p> -<p class="verse0">His army sure was sorely spent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ere into Inverness he went,</p> -<p class="verse0">Having nought but deserts by the way,</p> -<p class="verse0">Want of meat and scant of pay.</p> -<p class="verse0">Rivan of Badenoch they took,</p> -<p class="verse0">And laid it flat on every <em>nuik</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">To Inverness when they drew near,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Loudon did from it retire,</p> -<p class="verse0">Having but sixteen hundred men</p> -<p class="verse0">All newly rais’d, could not preten’</p> -<p class="verse0">To face them fairly in open field:</p> -<p class="verse0">Therefore, Retreat was safest bield.</p> -<p class="verse0">Two companies he left behind,</p> -<p class="verse0">The fort to major Grant resign’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">To defend it to extremitie</p> -<p class="verse0">Strict orders, thus to do or die,</p> -<p class="verse0">But no sooner did Charles’ troops appear,</p> -<p class="verse0">Than soldiers hearts did quake for fear,</p> -<p class="verse0">And being threaten’d with a siege</p> -<p class="verse0">They durst not stand their spiteful rage.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">So town and castle became his own,</p> -<p class="verse0">The fort was levell’d with the groun’.</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Loudon fled but little way,</p> -<p class="verse0">The firth of Murray between them lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Perth and Cromartie play’d a <em>brogue</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Assisted by a hazie fog,</p> -<p class="verse0">Unexpectedly sallying over,</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon them fell, and would not hover,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till many they in pieces cut,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some officers they pris’ners got:</p> -<p class="verse0">As before them they could not stand,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being forc’d to flee from Sutherland.</p> -<p class="verse0">Another party at castle of Blair,</p> -<p class="verse0">Had beat the Duke’s detachment there;</p> -<p class="verse0">This gave the king’s army some pain,</p> -<p class="verse0">And rais’d their Highland blood again.</p> -<p class="verse0">Fort Augustus too they did attack,</p> -<p class="verse0">And in short time beat it to wreck:</p> -<p class="verse0">Three companies of Guise’ therein,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Gainst Highland fury not worth a pin:</p> -<p class="verse0">Major Wentworth did here command,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who had not force them to withstand,</p> -<p class="verse0">None stood but Fort William now,</p> -<p class="verse0">And it in haste they ’sieged too.</p> -<p class="verse0">A large detachment chosen was;</p> -<p class="verse0">Of artillery the best he has,</p> -<p class="verse0">Commanded by brave Stapleton,</p> -<p class="verse0">A French brig’dier of great renown.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">On the third of March at Glenavis,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which opposite Fort William is,</p> -<p class="verse0">The first attack began at sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">Betwixt the Baltimore and he,</p> -<p class="verse0">A sloop then lying at Fort William,</p> -<p class="verse0">Into the straits of Carrion,</p> -<p class="verse0">Stapleton siezing of their boat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thought t’ master them with num’rous shot:</p> -<p class="verse0">The Serpent sloop, captain Askew</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Caus’d man his boat, with other two,</p> -<p class="verse0">And soon were master of Carrion,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where put to flight was Stapleton.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Their next ’ttempt was Kilmadie barns,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where many shot were thro’ the <em>herns</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet the Baltimore she could not stand it,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nor could their troops at all get landed:</p> -<p class="verse0">For shells and cannons play’d so fast,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their engineer they kill’d at last.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Baltimore she could not take it,</p> -<p class="verse0">Forc’d to sheer off and so forsake it,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some prisoners of Guise’s men,</p> -<p class="verse0">In this hurry did liberty gain,</p> -<p class="verse0">During the time the parties fir’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Took to their heels and so retir’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">And got safe to the garrison,</p> -<p class="verse0">Without the reach of Stapleton.</p> -<p class="verse0">Now for some time they stopped were,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thro’ loss of their chief engineer,</p> -<p class="verse0">And ere another fill’d his place,</p> -<p class="verse0">The garrison had their wall in case,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their bastions raised seven feet high,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ere the besiegers did draw nigh.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">It was on March the twenti’th day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their battery began to play,</p> -<p class="verse0">From a hill top, call’d Sugar loaf,</p> -<p class="verse0">Eight hundred yards, or thereby off:</p> -<p class="verse0">Their shots fell weak and came too short,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some fell before they reach’d the fort:</p> -<p class="verse0">Cohorns, bombs and a twelve pounder</p> -<p class="verse0">In vain at such a distance thunder.</p> -<p class="verse0">Finding their batt’ry was too far,</p> -<p class="verse0">They erect another half way nigh’r;</p> -<p class="verse0">But being in a hollower place,</p> -<p class="verse0">It did not alter much the case,</p> -<p class="verse0">Except the cohorns and some bombs</p> -<p class="verse0">Broke some roofs, beat down two <em>lums</em>;</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Three men indeed they did dissable,</p> -<p class="verse0">And kill’d a poor horse in a stable.</p> -<p class="verse0">Stapleton a French <em>Tambour</em> sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Beating a parly on he went:</p> -<p class="verse0">The captain ask’d for what he came?</p> -<p class="verse0">He said, From gen’ral Stapleton,</p> -<p class="verse0">To you, Sir Governor, with this letter,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Tis to surrender, You can’t do better.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to your Gen’ral this answer give,</p> -<p class="verse0">“No letters from rebels I’ll receive,</p> -<p class="verse0">“I shall do better, and him defy,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Ev’n to the last extremity.”</p> -<p class="verse0">The drummer return’d to Stapleton,</p> -<p class="verse0">O then a fierce bombard went on,</p> -<p class="verse0">For several hours on either side,</p> -<p class="verse0">At last the garrison laid their pride,</p> -<p class="verse0">By tearing their chief battery,</p> -<p class="verse0">Flat with the ground they made it ly,</p> -<p class="verse0">And many buried were therein,</p> -<p class="verse0">Besides the wounded that did run,</p> -<p class="verse0">The people within the garrison,</p> -<p class="verse0">Without the houses keeped none,</p> -<p class="verse0">For being wounded with the slate,</p> -<p class="verse0">During the hurry of this heat:</p> -<p class="verse0">The rest behind the ramparts stood,</p> -<p class="verse0">And so were free from wounds and blood.</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus in a rage, before they tir’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Near two hundred royal were fir’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">With sixteen cannons, ’gainst the fort,</p> -<p class="verse0">As afterwards they did report:</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet did no harm was worth a fig,</p> -<p class="verse0">But a poor soldier lost his leg.</p> -<p class="verse0">And on the morrow when day appear’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">The garrison their trenches clear’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then for a day they let them <em>slack</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Another batt’ry to erect,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nearer the Fort one hundred yard</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">At which no labour there was spar’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">At this time, a party sallied out</p> -<p class="verse0">To make provision in, no doubt,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who spar’d no bullock, sheep or cow,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some prisoners they in brought too</p> -<p class="verse0">From the laird of Apin’s estate,</p> -<p class="verse0">Burnt every house came in their <em>gate</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">And those who did resistance shew,</p> -<p class="verse0">They made no stop to run them thro’.</p> -<p class="verse0">Their ships came in with meal and bread</p> -<p class="verse0">So to hold out they had no dread.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now when the last batt’ry was raised,</p> -<p class="verse0">To fire again they soon practis’d;</p> -<p class="verse0">The garrison too began a fresh,</p> -<p class="verse0">And soon their batt’ry down did thresh.</p> -<p class="verse0">At last their powder store took fire,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which dash’d the gunners here and there.</p> -<p class="verse0">The garrison perceiv’d the case,</p> -<p class="verse0">And took advantage in short space,</p> -<p class="verse0">Twelve men out of each companie,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then sallied out couragiouslie,</p> -<p class="verse0">And set upon them without dread,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till many on the place lay dead,</p> -<p class="verse0">One serjeant of the Campbells slain</p> -<p class="verse0">The rest victorious turn’d again.</p> -<p class="verse0">Into the Fort with them they drew</p> -<p class="verse0">Three brazen cannons and mortars two,</p> -<p class="verse0">Spik’d up the rest but only five,</p> -<p class="verse0">At which they could not get a <em>drive</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet timely retreat safety procur’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or with numbers they’d been o’erpowr’d.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Stapleton did yet again direct</p> -<p class="verse0">Another batt’ry there to make;</p> -<p class="verse0">But at that time came an express</p> -<p class="verse0">Forthwith to march for Inverness.</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus on the third day of April,</p> -<p class="verse0">From the third of March a dreary while.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">They left their cannon and took the rout</p> -<p class="verse0">But never more came thereabout.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now another party prince Charles had</p> -<p class="verse0">At the castle of Blair prosper’d as bad,</p> -<p class="verse0">Under lord George Murray’s command,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who took this doughty deed in hand,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to conquer this castle of Blair:</p> -<p class="verse0">The duke of Athole oft lived there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who was upon the Georgian side,</p> -<p class="verse0">And had the Stewarts oft aid deny’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">The garrison therein was few,</p> -<p class="verse0">Commanded by Andrew Agnew,</p> -<p class="verse0">An old Scots Worthy, I well may say,</p> -<p class="verse0">No better soldier was in’s day.</p> -<p class="verse0">He could do more by wiles and flight,</p> -<p class="verse0">Than those who were five hundred weight;</p> -<p class="verse0">He did defend them in such ways,</p> -<p class="verse0">The siege prolong’d for several days.</p> -<p class="verse0">Till word reach’d the camp at Dunkeld</p> -<p class="verse0">How with Sir Andrew it befel.</p> -<p class="verse0">Earl Crawford with the Hessian men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Two troops of horse to him did sen’;</p> -<p class="verse0">In all great haste they march’d away;</p> -<p class="verse0">But Murray got other fish to fry:</p> -<p class="verse0">For he receiv’d a hot express,</p> -<p class="verse0">Forthwith to come to Inverness,</p> -<p class="verse0">That very day that Stapleton</p> -<p class="verse0">Left the siege of Fort-William.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">All parties of the Chevalier</p> -<p class="verse0">Did to their head quarters draw near,</p> -<p class="verse0">By which Sir Andrew relief had,</p> -<p class="verse0">And made this siege a fair blockade.</p> -<p class="verse0">Here the wheel it turn’d, I trow,</p> -<p class="verse0">And luck to Charles bad adieu.</p> -<p class="verse0">’Tis oft misfortunes come together,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or after one mischief another,</p> -<p class="verse0">His men half mad for want of pay,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Had little to eat, what’s worse, I say?</p> -<p class="verse0">Being hemm’d in on ev’ry side,</p> -<p class="verse0">Among the hills and muirs so wide.</p> -<p class="verse0">On the Hazard sloop they did depen’,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which went to France for money and men:</p> -<p class="verse0">As back and fore she oft did go,</p> -<p class="verse0">Her name’s changed to Prince Charles’ Snow:</p> -<p class="verse0">On her return, unluckilie,</p> -<p class="verse0">Met with the Sheerness sloop, at sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">Commanded by Captain O’Brian,</p> -<p class="verse0">With whom she fought but did not gain</p> -<p class="verse0">The day, nor yet could get away;</p> -<p class="verse0">But was chas’d into Tongue-bay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where she upon the shallows ran,</p> -<p class="verse0">And in the fight lost many a man.</p> -<p class="verse0">O’Brian enrag’d still kept the sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">But mann’d his boat right hastilie:</p> -<p class="verse0">For fifty leagues they gave her chace,</p> -<p class="verse0">And forc’d them to land in this place;</p> -<p class="verse0">Into the country of lord Rea,</p> -<p class="verse0">From whence they no relief could ha’e.</p> -<p class="verse0">His lordship’s house it was near by,</p> -<p class="verse0">Just then was there captain Mackay</p> -<p class="verse0">My lord’s son, with Henry Monroe,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Charles Gordon was there also,</p> -<p class="verse0">Captain MacLeod a trusty han’,</p> -<p class="verse0">And fourscore of lord Loudon’s men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who had fled there from Inverness</p> -<p class="verse0">When Perth had put them in distress,</p> -<p class="verse0">And as the crew came to the land,</p> -<p class="verse0">As pris’ners they’re compell’d to stand,</p> -<p class="verse0">One hundred men and fifty-six</p> -<p class="verse0">As prisoners they here did fix,</p> -<p class="verse0">Soldiers, sailors and gentlemen,</p> -<p class="verse0">War-officers from France and Spain,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who were to join Charles the Prince;</p> -<p class="verse0">But bold O’Brian did them convince,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">That such a thing was not to be:</p> -<p class="verse0">To Aberdeen the whole sent he,</p> -<p class="verse0">With the crew of a French priv’teer</p> -<p class="verse0">Who off the Orkney’s cruising were.</p> -<p class="verse0">Besides the arms found in her hold,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thirteen thousand <em>guineas</em> of gold,</p> -<p class="verse0">Brave O’Brian thus carry’d away</p> -<p class="verse0">On March the five and twenti’th day.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">This was bad luck for Charles too;</p> -<p class="verse0">For wanting money what could he do,</p> -<p class="verse0">They had no meal, mutton or beef,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of cheese and butter no relief:</p> -<p class="verse0">The cry among them night and day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was, <em>Give me money, meat or pay</em>.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> -<h3><a name="CHAP_IX" id="CHAP_IX"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. IX.</a></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>Kings Army pass the Spey. Battle of Culloden. -Defeat of the Rebels, &c.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Upon the eight day of April,</p> -<p class="verse0">When air and season sweet did smile,</p> -<p class="verse0">Duke William then began to move,</p> -<p class="verse0">The time and season to improve;</p> -<p class="verse0">Towards the Spey he did approach,</p> -<p class="verse0">By wary steps and easy voy’ge:</p> -<p class="verse0">His fleet on sea no faster steer’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Than he upon the land appear’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until they reach’d the banks of Spey:</p> -<p class="verse0">On the north side great Charles lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">To keep the fords was their intent;</p> -<p class="verse0">But see’ng the cannon durst not resent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Planted to cover the only pass,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where the safe passage unto them was:</p> -<p class="verse0">So in all haste they <em>scowr’d</em> away,</p> -<p class="verse0">And let them freely pass the Spey.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Argyle’s men and lord Kingston’s horse,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did first of all the water cross,</p> -<p class="verse0">And after them the grenadiers</p> -<p class="verse0">To keep the front, if need appears:</p> -<p class="verse0">For the Duke had always in his thought,</p> -<p class="verse0">That crossing Spey would be dear bought;</p> -<p class="verse0">But when he found no opposition,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of other schemes he had suspicion:</p> -<p class="verse0">Wherein he did conjecture right,</p> -<p class="verse0">Altho’ the plot came not to light:</p> -<p class="verse0">That in the night he’d be attacked,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which by ill conduct was not acted.</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus over Spey all safely came,</p> -<p class="verse0">That rapid river and <em>stalward</em> stream;</p> -<p class="verse0">Th’ English women not us’d with wading,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being loth to lift up their plaiding</p> -<p class="verse0">Went in with petticoats and all,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which <em>fagg’d</em> their feet and made them fall.</p> -<p class="verse0">A trooper thinking lives to save,</p> -<p class="verse0">With them too got a wat’ry grave,</p> -<p class="verse0">The flood but to men’s middle went,</p> -<p class="verse0">They were with fording unacquaint:</p> -<p class="verse0">Cold water struck the women’s belly,</p> -<p class="verse0">It made them both prove faint and silly.</p> -<p class="verse0">One horseman, and four women that day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were drown’d in crossing of the Spey:</p> -<p class="verse0">From other harms cannons did cover,</p> -<p class="verse0">And still they form’d as they came over,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to engage kept always ready,</p> -<p class="verse0">Caus’d pipes play <em>Fair play, Highland laddie</em>.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">To Elgin town they march’d that night,</p> -<p class="verse0">As the Highland core had ta’en their flight,</p> -<p class="verse0">From thence to Nairn on the next day,</p> -<p class="verse0">There on the fifteenth encamped lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where the Duke’s birth was celebrate,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Charles’ intent was to be at it;</p> -<p class="verse0">But when near to the camp they came,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">They could not execute their plan:</p> -<p class="verse0">For Murray and Sulli. could not agree,</p> -<p class="verse0">On what side the attack should be:</p> -<p class="verse0">For want of courage in such a plight,</p> -<p class="verse0">They argu’d till the morning light,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then the Duke’s drums fell a beating,</p> -<p class="verse0">And they thought fit to be retreating:</p> -<p class="verse0">So this attempt prov’d nought at all,</p> -<p class="verse0">But saving of their powder and ball.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now Charlie and his noblemen,</p> -<p class="verse0">In council night and day were then,</p> -<p class="verse0">And in their schemes could not agree,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where <span class="smcap">Achitophels</span> among them be;</p> -<p class="verse0">Some for this, and some for that,</p> -<p class="verse0">Long time they in confusion sat:</p> -<p class="verse0">Some did incline to fight at Spey,</p> -<p class="verse0">And of all fords to stop the way;</p> -<p class="verse0">But Tullibardine and Sullivan,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were quite upon another plan,</p> -<p class="verse0">To let the Duke free passage have,</p> -<p class="verse0">And no disturbance there to give;</p> -<p class="verse0">But lead him to some ugly ground,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where cannon and horse were useless found:</p> -<p class="verse0">So pitch’d upon Culloden place,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where dykes and bogs might vex his Grace;</p> -<p class="verse0">In hopes, cannon could not get there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which was great pain, I must declare,</p> -<p class="verse0">The way so rough was, and so ill,</p> -<p class="verse0">But drawn by men were up the hill.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Duke his march made very slow,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being form’d in lines as on they go:</p> -<p class="verse0">In four columns they march’d away,</p> -<p class="verse0">On cannon and baggage, made them stay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did front and rear in a body keep,</p> -<p class="verse0">Except the Campbells, who ran like sheep,</p> -<p class="verse0">With Kingston’s horse as spies and van,</p> -<p class="verse0">From hill to hill they skipt and ran,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Back and fore had many a bout,</p> -<p class="verse0">Act as Jackals to search them out,</p> -<p class="verse0">And that day near the hour of twelve,</p> -<p class="verse0">At Culloden house found them all.</p> -<p class="verse0">—— The Highland army here were ranged,</p> -<p class="verse0">That no position could be changed,</p> -<p class="verse0">Twelve piece of cannon; but highly mounted;</p> -<p class="verse0">By which the gunners were affronted:</p> -<p class="verse0">For should they level ere so low,</p> -<p class="verse0">Shot, down the hill is loth to go;</p> -<p class="verse0">And though they ply’d them ne’er so warm</p> -<p class="verse0">In such a posture could not harm.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">But the Duke’s cannon so conceal’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">They thought he’d got none on that field,</p> -<p class="verse0">In the centre-line he did them screen,</p> -<p class="verse0">That they at all could not be seen.</p> -<p class="verse0">Straight on their front he did advance,</p> -<p class="verse0">On right and left his made a stance:</p> -<p class="verse0">From Charles’ batt’ry the fire began</p> -<p class="verse0">By gunners who no honour wan.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Duke perceiving that his left,</p> -<p class="verse0">Would be took weak, for such a drift</p> -<p class="verse0">Of the stout Clans were coming on them,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sent Bland and Hawley to wait ’pon them,</p> -<p class="verse0">With foot and horse and Campbells too,</p> -<p class="verse0">As good as ere <em>cauld</em> iron drew.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then seeing all in order right,</p> -<p class="verse0">The signal gave for bloody fight.</p> -<p class="verse0">His front to fall some paces back,</p> -<p class="verse0">And then the cannon began to crack.</p> -<p class="verse0">Grape them, Grape them, did he cry,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then rank and file he made them ly;</p> -<p class="verse0">When bags of balls were fir’d at once,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where they did spread, hard was the chance:</p> -<p class="verse0">It hew’d them down, aye, score by score,</p> -<p class="verse0">As grass doth fall before the mow’r.</p> -<p class="verse0">Breaches they made as large and broad,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">As avenues <em>in thro’</em> a wood;</p> -<p class="verse0">And then such terror on them fell,</p> -<p class="verse0">That what to do they could not tell;</p> -<p class="verse0">Whether that they should fight or flee,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or with the rest, stand there and die.</p> -<p class="verse0">They had no conduct to consider,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or in a body rush together;</p> -<p class="verse0">But some drew back, others advanc’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">They all into confusion launch’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">But M‘Phersons, Cam’rons and the Steuarts,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who did disdain the name of cowards,</p> -<p class="verse0">All rush’d on, quite void of fright,</p> -<p class="verse0">And chused death before a flight,</p> -<p class="verse0">Struck Barrel’s regiment on the flank,</p> -<p class="verse0">For two companies they made a blank,</p> -<p class="verse0">Wolf’s Bligh’s and Semple’s were attacked;</p> -<p class="verse0">But sore for this they were corrected.</p> -<p class="verse0">For Bland and Hawley came on behind ’em,</p> -<p class="verse0">Campbells and light horse, which so confin’d ’em</p> -<p class="verse0">Between two fires, and bay’nets fixt,</p> -<p class="verse0">That few got off being so perplext.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Campbells threw down a stone wall,</p> -<p class="verse0">To let the horsemen on them fall,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who with sword in hand put them to flight,</p> -<p class="verse0">And could no longer stand the fight.</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet many, in rage, came rushing on,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till bay’nets thro’ their backs were gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">The bright points on the other side;</p> -<p class="verse0">So bravely was their valour try’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">If all their front had so come on,</p> -<p class="verse0">I know not how the day had gone;</p> -<p class="verse0">Their lives they did not sell for nought,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Duke himself, own’d they were bought.</p> -<p class="verse0">Those on the left stood still as stupid,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some would advance, others back skipped:</p> -<p class="verse0">Dreadful cannons on them did blatter,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till at the last they’re forc’d to scatter.</p> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">The French Brigades, who puff’d so hie,</p> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Into a bogue were fain to flee:</p> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Great Stapleton their Brigadier,</p> -<p class="verse0">In every <em>spaul</em> did quake for fear,</p> -<p class="verse0">Fitz James’s horse, for all their pride,</p> -<p class="verse0">Unto the rear were fain to ride.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The Duke’s right stood and saw the fun,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some reg’ments never fir’d a gun;</p> -<p class="verse0">They only twice or thrice presented,</p> -<p class="verse0">But seeing them run it was prevented:</p> -<p class="verse0">For the order was, that fire they don’t,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till within few paces of their front.</p> -<p class="verse0">So when they see’d them so present,</p> -<p class="verse0">Back they fled with one consent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Brandisht their swords and pistols fir’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some threw their durks and then retir’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Hussars likewise took the flight,</p> -<p class="verse0">And never did presume to fight;</p> -<p class="verse0">But left their leader on the field,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who as pris’ner was forc’d to yield.</p> -<p class="verse0">The noble Earl of Kilmarnock,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whose head was from his body struck,</p> -<p class="verse0">Afterwards, upon Tower-hill;</p> -<p class="verse0">Great pity ’twas this Lord to kill!</p> -<p class="verse0">Were it but for his lenity</p> -<p class="verse0">To prisoners before that day,</p> -<p class="verse0">He favour shew’d to many a hunder</p> -<p class="verse0">And in no case would hear of plunder.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now Charles, the Prince yet kept the field,</p> -<p class="verse0">And loth was he to flee or yield:</p> -<p class="verse0">Major Kennedy with some troops of horse,</p> -<p class="verse0">Out of the field he did him force,</p> -<p class="verse0">About five miles from Inverness,</p> -<p class="verse0">The water of Nairn they did pass,</p> -<p class="verse0">As they had been for Bad’noch bound;</p> -<p class="verse0">But spread throughout the country round.</p> -<p class="verse0">And those behind on field who staid,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Ran ev’ry where, be’ng so afraid;</p> -<p class="verse0">But those who ran by Inverness,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were hotly handled in the chase.</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Ancram and general Bland,</p> -<p class="verse0">This fierce pursuit they took in hand.</p> -<p class="verse0">With Kingston’s horse and Kerr’s dragoons,</p> -<p class="verse0">They thro’ the bonnets clave their crowns,</p> -<p class="verse0">Struck with such vigour and desperation,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some hands were swell’d on this occasion,</p> -<p class="verse0">Within the hilting of the sword,</p> -<p class="verse0">That to pull out, they seem’d full <em>gourd</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">They would not yield as vanquish’d men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Such discipline they did not <em>ken</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">To ground their arms or turn their sword,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nor knew they ought of Quarters word;</p> -<p class="verse0">But <em>madly run</em>, was all their chance,</p> -<p class="verse0">And never turn’d to make defence.</p> -<p class="verse0">The pursuers had them at their will,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nought but follow and safely kill.</p> -<p class="verse0">Some hundreds who fell that day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were a mean of throwing their life away.</p> -<p class="verse0">Two thousand lay upon the field,</p> -<p class="verse0">And those who took flight for their bield,</p> -<p class="verse0">Through Inverness and all about,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were hew’d down in this bloody rout:</p> -<p class="verse0">For Kingston’s men were young and rude,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of mercy nought they understood,</p> -<p class="verse0">When answer’d by a Highland tongue;</p> -<p class="verse0">But used cruelty all along.</p> -<p class="verse0">Of prisoners were told and seen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Full seven hundred and fifteen;</p> -<p class="verse0">But many more were after this,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which not into this number is;</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Lewis Gordon, marquis of Giles.</p> -<p class="verse0">And Stapleton this number fills,</p> -<p class="verse0">Four ladies too, here taken was,</p> -<p class="verse0">And one of them into man’s dress,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Who as a Captain did appear,</p> -<p class="verse0">In fighting for her Chevalier.</p> -<p class="verse0">Five thousand stand of arms were found,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ten brazen cannons, smart and sound,</p> -<p class="verse0">Twelve stand of colours were ta’en, I know,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Twas the Royal Standard’s fate also</p> -<p class="verse0">For to be left, that fatal hour,</p> -<p class="verse0">On the field of Culloden Muir,</p> -<p class="verse0">With the baggage and milit’ry chest</p> -<p class="verse0">(Its contents did of nought consist.)</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then brigadier Mordaunt was sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nine hundred chosen with him went,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to subdue all arm’d who were,</p> -<p class="verse0">Into the Frazer’s country there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Search’d ev’ry corner and each <em>quorum</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thinking that Charles was still before ’em.</p> -<p class="verse0">Strathallan fell when on his flight,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Balmarino the next night,</p> -<p class="verse0">Into the hands of Grant he fell,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who made him pris’ner, as they tell,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to the Duke sent him also,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who soon to London made him go,</p> -<p class="verse0">And with him many a hundred more,</p> -<p class="verse0">To English jails and London-tower,</p> -<p class="verse0">Cargoes by sea were sent away;</p> -<p class="verse0">But to return ne’er saw the day.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now Charlie safe to Bad’noch rode,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where council held, and they conclude,</p> -<p class="verse0">That all of them should sep’rate be,</p> -<p class="verse0">And differ’nt ways for safety flee,</p> -<p class="verse0">For the miscarriage of their plan,</p> -<p class="verse0">They blam’d both Murray and Sullivan,</p> -<p class="verse0">For sending some brave Clans away,</p> -<p class="verse0">A hunting of the <em>Gowke</em> that day.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Earl Cromartie and hundreds more,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were taken that morning before,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being sent home to’s own countrie,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">For raising men and more supplie.</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Rae’s militia, hearing this,</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon him came at unawares:</p> -<p class="verse0">As each mischief follow’d another,</p> -<p class="verse0">Things went to wreck just altogether,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their parting was at Badenoch,</p> -<p class="verse0">With wat’ry eyes and loud <em>Och-hoch</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">Their bag-pipes mournfully did <em>rore</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">And <em>Piperoch Dhonail</em> was no more.</p> -<p class="verse0">This was a day of lamentation,</p> -<p class="verse0">Made many brave men leave their nation.</p> -<p class="verse0">Their eyes were open’d, all was vain,</p> -<p class="verse0">Now grief and sorrow was their gain.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="p2 center screenonly"> -<a name="MAP_CU" id="MAP_CU"></a> -<a href="images/i_162-3.jpg"> -<span class="transnote">Click here to view the Plan as an illustration from the book</span></a> -<br /> -</div> - - <div class="handonly figcenter"> - <img src="images/i_162-3.jpg" width="600" alt="" /></div> - -<div class="map"> -<p class="p1 center"><span class="smcap">A Plan</span> of the <span class="smcap">Battle</span> of CULLODEN MUIR.</p> - -<p class="p1 center lsp2">NORTH SIDE.</p> - -<div class="p1 center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td class="tdly" colspan="4">The D. of Perth and L. Ogilvy’s Reg. not to fire<br /> - without Orders, and to keep close up as fresh Corps<br /> - of Reserve.</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly" colspan="2">Inverness<br /> ⌂⌂ Town<br />Total 8350.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly" colspan="4">_______________________________________</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"> </td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly" colspan="2">C. Roy Stewart and those of the above who have only Guns.</td> - <td class="tdly" colspan="2">L. L. Gordon and Glenbucket’s to be ready to advance when needful.</td> - <td class="tdly" colspan="2">Those of the above who have only guns, under Lord Kilmarnock’s command.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly" colspan="2">______________</td><td class="tdly" colspan="2">_______________</td><td class="tdly" colspan="2">________________</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly" colspan="2">3rd Column.</td><td class="tdly" colspan="2">Pretender’<br />2nd Column.</td><td class="tdly" colspan="2">First Column.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"> </td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly" colspan="3">___________ Fitz James</td><td class="tdly">Culloden</td><td class="tdly" colspan="3">Hussar Guards. ____________</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly" colspan="3">___________ Horse.</td><td class="tdly">⌂⌂</td><td class="tdly" colspan="3">& P. Squadron. ____________</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly" colspan="3">______________________</td><td class="tdly">House</td><td class="tdly" colspan="3">_________________________</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"> </td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdcy" colspan="3">Brig. Stapleton’s Pic.</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdcy" colspan="3">L. J. Drum. Picquet.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly">Athole.<br />Camerons.</td><td class="tdly">Stewarts.<br />M‘Phersons.</td><td class="tdly">Frasers.<br />M‘Intosh.</td><td class="tdly"><br /> Farqhar.</td><td class="tdly">M‘Intosh.<br />MacLeods.</td><td class="tdly">M‘Leans.<br />Clanron.</td><td class="tdly">Keppoch.<br />Glengary.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly">________</td><td class="tdly">_______</td><td class="tdly">________</td><td class="tdly">_______</td><td class="tdly">________</td><td class="tdly">________</td><td class="tdly">________</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdcy" colspan="2">4 | | | | Cannon.</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdcy" colspan="2">4 | | | | Cannon.</td><td class="tdcy pad2" colspan="2">4 | | | | Cannon.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdcy" colspan="2">L. George Murray.</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdcy" colspan="2">L. John Drummond.</td><td class="tdcy pad2" colspan="2">Duke of Perth.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p class="p1 center lsp2"><em>The HIGHLAND ARMY.</em></p> - -<p class="lsp2">WEST</p> -<p class="rt lsp2">EAST</p> -<p class="lsp2">SIDE.</p> -<p class="rt lsp2">SIDE.</p> - -<p class="p1 center lsp2"><em>The KING’S ARMY.</em></p> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">____________</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">___________</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">_________</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">__________</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">| </td><td class="tdly">Barrel’s and</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">S. Fuzileer’s</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">Cholmon</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">Dragoons &</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">|</td><td class="tdly">Monroe’s.</td><td class="tdly">4 Can.</td><td class="tdly">and Price’s.</td><td class="tdly">4 Can.</td><td class="tdly">& Royals.</td><td class="tdly">2 Can.</td><td class="tdly">Light Horse.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">|</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">| | | |</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">| | | |</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly"> | |</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">|</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">|</td><td class="tdcy" colspan="6">Here stood the <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">|</td><td class="tdly">_______</td><td class="tdly">________</td><td class="tdly">_________</td><td class="tdly">________</td><td class="tdcy" colspan="2">________</td><td class="tdly">________</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">|</td><td class="tdly">Wolf’s.</td><td class="tdly">Bligh’s.</td><td class="tdly">Semple’s.</td><td class="tdly">Ligonier’s.</td><td class="tdcy" colspan="2">Fleming’s.</td><td class="tdly">Old Buff’s.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">|</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">________</td><td class="tdcy" colspan="2">________</td><td class="tdly">________</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">|</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly">Blackney’s.</td><td class="tdcy" colspan="2">Batterau’s.</td><td class="tdly">Poultney’s.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly">¦ ></td><td class="tdly">|</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly">¦</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly pad4" colspan="3">Three regiments marching in</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly">¦</td><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly pad4" colspan="3">cover’d way towards the park.</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly">¦</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly">¦</td><td class="tdly" colspan="4">Campbell’s Light-Horse and Dragoons,</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdly"></td><td class="tdly" colspan="4">broke down this Park Dyke.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p class="p1 center lsp2">SOUTH SIDE.</p> -</div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> -<h3><a name="CHAP_X" id="CHAP_X"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. X.</a></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>Charles’ flight. Arrival in the Isles. Hardships, hidings -and narrow escape.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">The Prince from Badenoch that night,</p> -<p class="verse0">Over the mountains took his flight.</p> -<p class="verse0">With only six in’s company,</p> -<p class="verse0">And one who led them on the way.</p> -<p class="verse0">O’er many a rock, thro’ glens they past,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to Invergary came at last.</p> -<p class="verse0">About two hours ere break of day;</p> -<p class="verse0">But none within that house did stay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Only one servant, the laird being gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">Bed or provisions there were none:</p> -<p class="verse0">No drink but water to be had,</p> -<p class="verse0">On the cold floor he made his bed,</p> -<p class="verse0">All in their clothes thus sleeping lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till near the middle of the day:</p> -<p class="verse0">Having had no sleep five nights before,</p> -<p class="verse0">And little food, you may be sure.</p> -<p class="verse0">No bread or cheese there could they find,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Or ought to eat of any kind.</p> -<p class="verse0">No living poultry could they get;</p> -<p class="verse0">But in the water found a net,</p> -<p class="verse0">Wherein two salmon were present,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which they took as a blessing sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">And on them heartily did dine,</p> -<p class="verse0">Having no liquor but Adam’s wine.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to their journey set again,</p> -<p class="verse0">For Donald Cam’ron’s at Glen Bean,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where they arrived late that night,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thro’ Lochiel’s country, ’twas their fright</p> -<p class="verse0">Of being known by friends or foes:</p> -<p class="verse0">He drest himself into Burke’s clothes,</p> -<p class="verse0">The rest be’ng gone but only three,</p> -<p class="verse0">No more was in his companie.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then on the morrow, the eighteenth day,</p> -<p class="verse0">To Clan-Ronnald’s country took their way,</p> -<p class="verse0">And in Mewboll lodged that night,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being kindly us’d, but still in fright,</p> -<p class="verse0">Delay’d next day some hours, to hear</p> -<p class="verse0">How all was gone; but yet for fear</p> -<p class="verse0">They quit their horse, and took the hill,</p> -<p class="verse0">O’er mountains climb’d scarce passible,</p> -<p class="verse0">To Arisaig or Borasdale:</p> -<p class="verse0">And here themselves they did conceal</p> -<p class="verse0">At Kinloch Moidart, where they lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Not knowing what to do or say.</p> -<p class="verse0">There came lord Elcho and O’Neil,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who to their Prince did plainly tell</p> -<p class="verse0">How all had gone at Inverness,</p> -<p class="verse0">Since the fatal day of their distress;</p> -<p class="verse0">That all the Clans were scattered,</p> -<p class="verse0">So as rally again, they ne’er cou’d;</p> -<p class="verse0">For the Duke had parties ev’rywhere</p> -<p class="verse0">To burn and plunder, none did spare</p> -<p class="verse0">Who with them were the least concern’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">So where to flee must be determin’d.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Here Sullivan and many more</p> -<p class="verse0">Their council gave as bad’s before,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their Prince to flee into some isle,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there to ly <em>incog.</em> a while,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sending for one Donald MacLeod,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who knew the isles and safest road.</p> -<p class="verse0">And while they were a-planning this,</p> -<p class="verse0">An alarm came for to dismiss,</p> -<p class="verse0">A party coming was that way,</p> -<p class="verse0">Direct as knowing where they lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to the woods all of them fled,</p> -<p class="verse0">Took sundry ways be’ng sore afraid.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Prince himself bewilder’d ran,</p> -<p class="verse0">And with him there was not a man,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being thus dejected and all alone,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thro’ the wild woods he made his moan.</p> -<p class="verse0">While thus he melancholy lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">MacLeod came past on’s road from Sky;</p> -<p class="verse0">The Prince cried boldly, What art thou?</p> -<p class="verse0">And he reply’d, What’s that to you?</p> -<p class="verse0">My name’s MacLeod, from Gaultergill,</p> -<p class="verse0">I’m not afraid it to reveal.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then said the Prince, ’Tis thee I want,</p> -<p class="verse0">I am the man who for thee sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Son of your King, your Prince I am,</p> -<p class="verse0">And for your pity here I came.</p> -<p class="verse0">On you, Donald, myself I throw,</p> -<p class="verse0">Do what you will, prove friend or foe.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Donald, in tears, stood all amaz’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">With dumb surprize he on him gaz’d:</p> -<p class="verse0">My Prince, my Prince and here to lurk!</p> -<p class="verse0">Oh! this would move the heart of Turk,</p> -<p class="verse0">To see the turns of time and fate,</p> -<p class="verse0">From honour to a wretched state;</p> -<p class="verse0">I’m old, I’m old, thus did he cry;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet t’ serve my Prince I’d live and die.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then said the Prince, Since it is so,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">With these two letters, wilt thou go,</p> -<p class="verse0">To Sir Alexander? though that he</p> -<p class="verse0">And th’ laird of MacLeod’s my enemie,</p> -<p class="verse0">I’ll yet their clemency request,</p> -<p class="verse0">If humanity lies in their breast,</p> -<p class="verse0">In noble hearts pity is found,</p> -<p class="verse0">They’ll land me safe on German ground.</p> -<p class="verse0">No, no, said Donald, that will not do;</p> -<p class="verse0">For now they’re both in search of you:</p> -<p class="verse0">But my service sha’n’t cost you a groat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Near this there lies an eight oar’d boat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Get all you have, ready on sight,</p> -<p class="verse0">And we will go on board this night.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">To this the Prince did well comply,</p> -<p class="verse0">They went in search of all was nigh,</p> -<p class="verse0">To wit, brave O’Neil and Sullivan</p> -<p class="verse0">With Allan M‘Donald of Elen-o-ron,</p> -<p class="verse0">Alex. M‘Donald, Edward Burke,</p> -<p class="verse0">And four stout men the boat to work,</p> -<p class="verse0">Donald MacLeod was pilot too,</p> -<p class="verse0">No more were in his retinue.</p> -<p class="verse0">For store they had four pecks of meal,</p> -<p class="verse0">A pot they bought for making kail:</p> -<p class="verse0">This was on April twenty-sixth,</p> -<p class="verse0">They put to sea, full sore perplext,</p> -<p class="verse0">At the same place he came on shore,</p> -<p class="verse0">When first he landed the year before.</p> -<p class="verse0">Dark was the night, the wind blew high,</p> -<p class="verse0">The rain drove on, black was the sky,</p> -<p class="verse0">No deck or cover was to be got,</p> -<p class="verse0">Pump or compass had they not;</p> -<p class="verse0">Before the wind they durst not stand;</p> -<p class="verse0">Because they knew not where to land:</p> -<p class="verse0">In all the Isles were armed men;</p> -<p class="verse0">But in what place they did not ken.</p> -<p class="verse0">Ev’ry wave threat’ning their last,</p> -<p class="verse0">And shipt great seas, which o’er them past;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet kept above from sand and rock,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Till to morrow ’bout seven o’clock,</p> -<p class="verse0">They made Rushness-point, on the long isle,</p> -<p class="verse0">Call’d <em>Benbecula</em> in Gallic style,</p> -<p class="verse0">Two hundred miles in eight hours space,</p> -<p class="verse0">Past many a rock and dang’rous place,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where militia boats were out on spy,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which otherwise he’d not got by:</p> -<p class="verse0">But this vi’lent storm they could not stand,</p> -<p class="verse0">All fled for shelter to the land.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now on this isle they landed were;</p> -<p class="verse0">But found no house or shelter there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Except an old stye of a byre,</p> -<p class="verse0">Wherein they kindled up a fire,</p> -<p class="verse0">Shot a cow and did her boil,</p> -<p class="verse0">And made fine brochan of her oil.</p> -<p class="verse0">The place was hollow and remote,</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon dry land hauld up their boat;</p> -<p class="verse0">But when they view’d the raging sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">They prais’d their Maker heartilie,</p> -<p class="verse0">To think what dangers they’d come by</p> -<p class="verse0">’Twixt the isles of Cole, Mull and Skye.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The storm it still increased high’r,</p> -<p class="verse0">For fourteen hours it blew like fire.</p> -<p class="verse0">They spy’d, for dangers, round about,</p> -<p class="verse0">And then to sleep their prince was put.</p> -<p class="verse0">No bed-clothes but the sail all wet,</p> -<p class="verse0">Without straw, bolster, or a matt,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where cows had lain all night before,</p> -<p class="verse0">A poor palace without a door,</p> -<p class="verse0">A bed of state, all wet with <em>shern</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">This may the great humil’ty learn.</p> -<p class="verse0">Here they remain’d for nights two,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until the storm did overblow:</p> -<p class="verse0">And then for Stornaway set sail,</p> -<p class="verse0">But meeting with a desp’rate gale,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were drove on <em>Scalpa</em>-isle, or <em>Glass</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which to one MacLeod belonging was,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">By whom they wou’d been <em>gripped</em> fast;</p> -<p class="verse0">But for a shipwreckt crew they past,</p> -<p class="verse0">Old Sullivan the Prince’s father,</p> -<p class="verse0">And ev’ry one gave names to other.</p> -<p class="verse0">They said, they were to Orkneys bound,</p> -<p class="verse0">And here great lenity they found</p> -<p class="verse0">From Donald Campbell, a farmer there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who for a passage did prepare</p> -<p class="verse0">A boat of his own for Stornaway.</p> -<p class="verse0">Which went off on the first of May,</p> -<p class="verse0">With Donald MacLeod, his trusty guide,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who went a vessel to provide,</p> -<p class="verse0">To get to the Orkneys by all means:</p> -<p class="verse0">For there he thought to meet with frien’s,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who, well he knew, would use their pow’r,</p> -<p class="verse0">To land him on the German shore.</p> -<p class="verse0">And in three days a message came,</p> -<p class="verse0">That a ship was ready at his deman’.</p> -<p class="verse0">Another boat was mann’d with speed,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to Storn’way they did proceed,</p> -<p class="verse0">Landing upon MacKinnon’s ground</p> -<p class="verse0">At Loch Seaforth, then to walk round,</p> -<p class="verse0">Long thirty miles, upon their foot,</p> -<p class="verse0">Before to Ayrnisk point they got.</p> -<p class="verse0">None with him but only Sullivan,</p> -<p class="verse0">Brave O’Neil and another man,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who was to guide them on the way;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet by good chance led them astray:</p> -<p class="verse0">Long eighteen hours this stage it was,</p> -<p class="verse0">Through a long Muir all wet to <em>plash</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">But had they come the nearest way,</p> -<p class="verse0">They had been catch’d in Stornaway.</p> -<p class="verse0">About a half mile from the town,</p> -<p class="verse0">Faint and weary they all sat down,</p> -<p class="verse0">And sent their guide for Donald MacLeod,</p> -<p class="verse0">To bring refreshment if he cou’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who brought them brandy, cheese and bread,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Which cheer’d their hearts in time of need.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then took him to Lady Kildoun’s,</p> -<p class="verse0">The only friend found in that bounds,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who kindly did them all intreat</p> -<p class="verse0">And well refresh’d he went to sleep.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">So Donald return’d into the town,</p> -<p class="verse0">And found all to confusion grown,</p> -<p class="verse0">Above two hundred in arms were,</p> -<p class="verse0">And <em>furich ha nish</em> every where.</p> -<p class="verse0">A clergyman from the South Uist</p> -<p class="verse0">He sent a letter, for truth almost,</p> -<p class="verse0">That the Prince, with above five hunder,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was coming for to burn and plunder.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Donald to their Chiefs did go,</p> -<p class="verse0">And curs’d and swore it was not so:</p> -<p class="verse0">For the Prince has not got a man but three,</p> -<p class="verse0">And I one of his number be.</p> -<p class="verse0">So gentlemen, think what you do,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lest, when too late, you come to rue;</p> -<p class="verse0">For if Seaforth himself were here,</p> -<p class="verse0">A hair of’s head you durst not <em>steer</em>;</p> -<p class="verse0">For, if you kill him, or catch alive,</p> -<p class="verse0">Think not for such an act to thrive.</p> -<p class="verse0">This island lies far out at sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">In faith it will revenged be</p> -<p class="verse0">By favourites he hath abroad,</p> -<p class="verse0">So stop your fury, cries brave MacLeod,</p> -<p class="verse0">For surely, gentlemen, if you do it,</p> -<p class="verse0">Your babes unborn may come to rue it.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then said they, Well, since it is so,</p> -<p class="verse0">Out of this island let him go;</p> -<p class="verse0">For if the rabble come to hear it,</p> -<p class="verse0">They’ll do it through a zealous sp’rit.</p> -<p class="verse0">The wind is fair and so be gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">We’ll still the people and send them home.</p> -<p class="verse0">Keep all right snug and let none know</p> -<p class="verse0">Whether he’s in this isle or no.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">The boatmen hearing of such a rout,</p> -<p class="verse0">And fearing what might be their lot,</p> -<p class="verse0">Two with the boat fled to the sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">And two up to the muirs did hie.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">MacLeod and Burke, here left on shore,</p> -<p class="verse0">Went to their Prince with hearts full sore.</p> -<p class="verse0">Cry’d Sullivan, We’ll take the hill,</p> -<p class="verse0">No, said the Prince, We’ll stand it still:</p> -<p class="verse0">Since here is friendship in the least,</p> -<p class="verse0">Take ye no fear, we’ll be releas’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">So in that night return’d again</p> -<p class="verse0">Their boat from sea, with the two men;</p> -<p class="verse0">But the other two who took the hill,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where they ran I cannot tell.</p> -<p class="verse0">Next morn they put to sea again,</p> -<p class="verse0">Though hard beset for want of men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Having only three who understood</p> -<p class="verse0">Either to row, or sail to crowd.</p> -<p class="verse0">For store they got two pecks of meal,</p> -<p class="verse0">Brandy, beef, butter and ale,</p> -<p class="verse0">So bid adieu to brave Kildoun,</p> -<p class="verse0">As to the Orkneys they were boun’.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">But to the south as they did steer,</p> -<p class="verse0">Two English ships there did appear,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which made them all in haste to turn,</p> -<p class="verse0">And put into the isle of Euirn,</p> -<p class="verse0">A desart place, where none abode,</p> -<p class="verse0">One mile in length, another broad,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where fishers oft frequent by day;</p> -<p class="verse0">But seeing them all fled away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thinking they were the King’s press-boat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their fish behind was all forgot,</p> -<p class="verse0">Both fresh and drying on the rock,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of Cod and Ling, the poor men’s stock;</p> -<p class="verse0">And here they stay’d a day or two,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until the ships were out of view,</p> -<p class="verse0">And on the fish well did they fare,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Although their lodging was but bare,</p> -<p class="verse0">An old hut, like a swine’s stye</p> -<p class="verse0">Which fishers us’d to occupy:</p> -<p class="verse0">They had no bed but heathry feal,</p> -<p class="verse0">The hut’s roof cover’d with the sail.</p> -<p class="verse0">They roasted fish and brandy drank,</p> -<p class="verse0">No host they had to pay or thank.</p> -<p class="verse0">For what they did the fishers bereave,</p> -<p class="verse0">He was amind money to leave:</p> -<p class="verse0">But Donald says, No not a <em>snishing</em>;</p> -<p class="verse0">For that would cause a strong suspicion,</p> -<p class="verse0">That some good fellows had been here;</p> -<p class="verse0">Therefore be not so mad, my dear,</p> -<p class="verse0">For ’tis the men of wars’ men’s way,</p> -<p class="verse0">To take all fish, but not to pay.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now here to stay they thought was vain,</p> -<p class="verse0">On the tenth of May set sail again,</p> -<p class="verse0">And back to Scalpa came once more,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where they were kindly us’d before,</p> -<p class="verse0">And offer’d money for men and boat;</p> -<p class="verse0">But such a thing could not be got,</p> -<p class="verse0">To venture with them out to sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">To Noraway or Germanie.——</p> -<p class="verse0">But here they found danger to stay,</p> -<p class="verse0">So in all haste they put away;</p> -<p class="verse0">For men in arms in ev’ry place,</p> -<p class="verse0">In search of him were in full chace.</p> -<p class="verse0">Ships and boats watching by sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">So without fresh store they’re forc’d to flee:</p> -<p class="verse0">And coming past the South of Uist,</p> -<p class="verse0">An English ship before they wist,</p> -<p class="verse0">Commanded by one Ferguson,</p> -<p class="verse0">For three full leagues came chasing on:</p> -<p class="verse0">They kept by shore, to windward lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till in the Loch call’d Esca-bay.</p> -<p class="verse0">Got on an island, and then by chance,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Wind contrary rose and drove them thence.</p> -<p class="verse0">Rain and fog did favour shew,</p> -<p class="verse0">So who they chac’d they did not know.</p> -<p class="verse0">Well, said Charles, I see my lot</p> -<p class="verse0">Is neither to be drown’d nor shot,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nor can they e’er take me alive,</p> -<p class="verse0">While wind and rain against them strive.</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet piercing hunger’s hard command:</p> -<p class="verse0">For here no fresh water they <em>fand</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to big isles they durst not go;</p> -<p class="verse0">But such as were a mile or two.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">So here they were so hard bestead,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of salt water they <em>dramack</em> made,</p> -<p class="verse0">And of it hastily did eat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Hunger for sauce, made it good meat.</p> -<p class="verse0">If e’er I mount a throne, said he,</p> -<p class="verse0">I’ll mind who din’d this day with me.</p> -<p class="verse0">A bottle of brandy then he took,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to them all drank <em>better luck</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">So then for <em>Benbecula</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">They hoisted sail, and steer’d awa’:</p> -<p class="verse0">And landed there among the rocks,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where Crab-fish and Partan flocks,</p> -<p class="verse0">To fishing these, with speed went all,</p> -<p class="verse0">And soon did fill a wooden pail.</p> -<p class="verse0">The hut was two miles from the shore,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where Charles carried this store,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lest suspicion should arise,</p> -<p class="verse0">This he did for mere disguise:</p> -<p class="verse0">And when near to this hut they drew,</p> -<p class="verse0">Such a cottage one did ne’er view,</p> -<p class="verse0">On feet and hands they <em>crawled</em> in,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sowre was the smoke their eyes to blin’:</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Edward Burke digg’d down the door</p> -<p class="verse0">And made the entry somewhat more.</p> -<p class="verse0">’Twas here Clan-Ron. did visit make,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">To see what measures they could take,</p> -<p class="verse0">For sending him to France again,</p> -<p class="verse0">To see him so, it gave him pain,</p> -<p class="verse0">No shirts he had excepting two,</p> -<p class="verse0">And these unwash’d like <em>dish-clouts</em> blue;</p> -<p class="verse0">Sculking, lurking, here and there,</p> -<p class="verse0">A prey to all like hounds on hare,</p> -<p class="verse0">Though in times of prosperity,</p> -<p class="verse0">He was extoll’d most gallantly.</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus he no longer here could trust;</p> -<p class="verse0">But to Cardail into South Uist,</p> -<p class="verse0">He caus’d him to remove and go,</p> -<p class="verse0">And did provide for him also</p> -<p class="verse0">Bread, brandy, wine and clothes,</p> -<p class="verse0">And such necess’ries as he chose.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">At this time the faithful MacLeod,</p> -<p class="verse0">In Campbell’s boat the sail did croud,</p> -<p class="verse0">And steer’d for the main land again;</p> -<p class="verse0">How matters stood he long’d to <em>ken</em></p> -<p class="verse0">With brave Lochiel and Murray too,</p> -<p class="verse0">And have their council what to do.</p> -<p class="verse0">Murray’s answer was, My money’s gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">And help from me you can get none.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Donald laid out what cash he had</p> -<p class="verse0">For liquor and for other trade,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whereof his master stood in need,</p> -<p class="verse0">And so return’d again with speed,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being only eighteen days away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which to his Prince seem’d a long stay.</p> -<p class="verse0">No counsel he brought, as I heard tell;</p> -<p class="verse0">But ev’ry man do for himsel,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which made his Master quite amaz’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">And for a time he on him gaz’d:</p> -<p class="verse0">It pierced Donald’s heart to see</p> -<p class="verse0">A Prince into such misery,</p> -<p class="verse0">Confin’d into a stinking stye,</p> -<p class="verse0">And ’bove his head two hydes of <em>kye</em>,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">To skonce away the sooty rain.</p> -<p class="verse0">And all his clothes in dirty stain.</p> -<p class="verse0">At this time soldi’rs came to Raski,</p> -<p class="verse0">An island, in length but miles three,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lying ’twixt Barra and South Uist;</p> -<p class="verse0">And therefore flee again he must.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The Prince, O’Neil and Sullivan,</p> -<p class="verse0">Edward Burke and Donald the man,</p> -<p class="verse0">Just from the foot of Corradail,</p> -<p class="verse0">In Campbell’s boat they did set sail,</p> -<p class="verse0">And landed in the isle of Ouia,</p> -<p class="verse0">From South Uist not far awa’,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there they stayed a few nights;</p> -<p class="verse0">But constantly were in sad <em>plights</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">For armed boats still passing by,</p> -<p class="verse0">They knew not where to hide or ly.</p> -<p class="verse0">Charles, O’Neil and a sure guide,</p> -<p class="verse0">Went thence unto Rushness to hide;</p> -<p class="verse0">But was not there above nights two,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till information was all thro’,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where he lodged at Rushness,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which trusty Donald did distress:</p> -<p class="verse0">So he, that night, with Sullivan</p> -<p class="verse0">Set sail, to save him if they can,</p> -<p class="verse0">And got him once more safe on board;</p> -<p class="verse0">But wind and rain upon him pour’d:</p> -<p class="verse0">So at Ushness point they shelter took,</p> -<p class="verse0">And lodg’d under a clifted rock.</p> -<p class="verse0">This storm it did the whole day blow,</p> -<p class="verse0">And then at night they came to know</p> -<p class="verse0">Of a party, distant, but miles two:</p> -<p class="verse0">So to sea again they’re forced to go.</p> -<p class="verse0">And as they steer’d to Loch Boisdale,</p> -<p class="verse0">One of the sailors a swearing fell,</p> -<p class="verse0">He saw a boat full of Marines,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which prov’d a rock at some distance.</p> -<p class="verse0">Cry’d, Hardy weather, and ship about,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Then to Celie-stella that night they put.</p> -<p class="verse0">On next day Donald spy’d afar,</p> -<p class="verse0">Two sail of English men of war;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet here they stayed for some days,</p> -<p class="verse0">And could not rest in any ways.</p> -<p class="verse0">Hearing captain Scot on shore was come</p> -<p class="verse0">At Kilbride, two miles off from them.</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus now they all were forc’d to part,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their Prince went off with heavy heart,</p> -<p class="verse0">And with him took none but O’Neil,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whose heart he found as true as steel.</p> -<p class="verse0">Two shirts apiece, for baggage they took,</p> -<p class="verse0">Tied up into a wallet or pock,</p> -<p class="verse0">Around the Prince’s neck and shoulder,</p> -<p class="verse0">Like master and man they trudge together.</p> -<p class="verse0">So here we leave them for a while</p> -<p class="verse0">In lonesome caves and mountains wild.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The others two days hover’d near,</p> -<p class="verse0">And sunk their boat through perfect fear,</p> -<p class="verse0">Both night and day lay in the field,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nought but the sails they had for bield,</p> -<p class="verse0">The red coats swarming all around,</p> -<p class="verse0">And yet by chance none of them found.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Donald MacLeod he went away,</p> -<p class="verse0">And was ta’en at Slate in isle of Sky,</p> -<p class="verse0">By Allan M‘Donald, the laird of Knock,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who him on board the Furnace took,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where gen’ral Campbell and Ferguson</p> -<p class="verse0">For to examine him thus began——</p> -<p class="verse2"><em>Gen.</em> Was you with the Pretender, or was you no?</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Heth</em> was I, <em>quoth</em> Donald, and that you know.</p> -<p class="verse2"><em>Gen.</em> Do you know what’s bidden for his head?</p> -<p class="verse0">Thirty thousand pound, a bra’ sum indeed!</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Prutish</em>, quo’ Donald, it’s no worth a straw,</p> -<p class="verse0">Her ain sound conscience is better nor’t a’:</p> -<p class="verse0">Tho’ I’d got Scotland and England, a’ for my pains,</p> -<p class="verse0">I wadna see him hurt, for your muckle gains.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">He’s a good civil shentleman, his life on me threw,</p> -<p class="verse0">Wad I kill him, or drown him, or gie him to you.</p> -<p class="verse0">And deil care what ye do, he’s now far awa’,</p> -<p class="verse0">The win ran awa’ wi’m, the like you ne’er saw:</p> -<p class="verse0">For the win and water, Sir, did sae combine,</p> -<p class="verse0">Carri’d him twa hunder mile in aught hours time,</p> -<p class="verse0">They thought Donald a fool of the honest kind,</p> -<p class="verse0">He confessed so freely all to their mind,</p> -<p class="verse0">Suppos’d the Prince might lurking stay</p> -<p class="verse0">Into the isle of St. Kilday,</p> -<p class="verse0">A little island which does stand,</p> -<p class="verse0">Far nor-west from isles or land,</p> -<p class="verse0">The property of the laird MacLeod,</p> -<p class="verse0">A barren soil, and poor abode,</p> -<p class="verse0">Famed most for Soland Geese;</p> -<p class="verse0">Sea fowl and fish their living is:</p> -<p class="verse0">And there they thought, as Donald spake</p> -<p class="verse0">The Young Pretender for to take.</p> -<p class="verse0">Poor Donald to London they sent away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where he twelve months in prison lay;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet got his liberty at last,</p> -<p class="verse0">When the act-indemnity was past.</p> -<p class="verse0">Gen’ral Campbell with an armed fleet,</p> -<p class="verse0">Around St. Kilda came complete,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which frightened the poor natives there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who ran to holes like fox or hare:</p> -<p class="verse0">And when they reach’d the wretched shore,</p> -<p class="verse0">They catched some who to them swore,</p> -<p class="verse0">That none did in that place sojourn,</p> -<p class="verse0">But who were in St. Kilda born:</p> -<p class="verse0">Of a Pretender they nothing knew;</p> -<p class="verse0">But what they heard of a boat’s crew,</p> -<p class="verse0">How the laird MacLeod had arm’d his men,</p> -<p class="verse0">To fight against some ill woman,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who lived somewhere far away;</p> -<p class="verse0">And this was all they had to say.</p> -<p class="verse0">So the gen’ral soon return’d again</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And saw St. Kilda for his pain.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">And here we’ll leave the Prince a while,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who hunted was from isle to isle,</p> -<p class="verse0">O’er hills and mountains, wood and glen,</p> -<p class="verse0">As afterwards I’ll let you ken.</p> -<p class="verse0">Poor Edward Burke was left alone,</p> -<p class="verse0">For now companions had he none,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lodg’d in a cave for weeks three,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ate Dulce and Lampets from the sea:</p> -<p class="verse0">In short, he thought he would turn wild,</p> -<p class="verse0">Seeing no man, woman, or child;</p> -<p class="verse0">Till an honest Souter and his wife,</p> -<p class="verse0">Agreed for to sustain his life,</p> -<p class="verse0">For two long months, he said, and more,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some meat each night they to him bore,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their like was not in all North Uist,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to pity rebels no man durst:</p> -<p class="verse0">Because ev’n at that very time,</p> -<p class="verse0">It had been made a mighty crime,</p> -<p class="verse0">Read from the pulpits by the priests,</p> -<p class="verse0">That none should pity man or beasts,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who had along with Charlie been,</p> -<p class="verse0">Give them no victuals, nor close their een</p> -<p class="verse0">In sleep, or warm within a door,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or excommunicate to be therefore,</p> -<p class="verse0">Besides, the pains of milit’ry law,</p> -<p class="verse0">Hanged or shot one of the twa.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Of this act I know not what to say,</p> -<p class="verse0">Since Solomon speaks another way,</p> -<p class="verse0">And a great, yea wiser King than he,</p> -<p class="verse0">Bids us to feed our enemie,</p> -<p class="verse0">And give him water for to drink:</p> -<p class="verse0">For me, I know not what to think.</p> -<p class="verse0">But Burke of all at last got free,</p> -<p class="verse0">When th’ act of grace gave libertie,</p> -<p class="verse0">And home to Edinburgh came again,</p> -<p class="verse0">For’s love to Charles got nought but pain,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And yet if Charles return, to morrow,</p> -<p class="verse0">He vows he’d go tho’ on a barrow.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> -<h3><a name="CHAP_XI" id="CHAP_XI"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. XI.</a></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>Procedure of the King’s men against the suspected. Confusion -in the Army and severity against the Clans.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Now, the royal Duke, at Inverness,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did the whole North fully possess,</p> -<p class="verse0">Encamp’d, and sent his parties out</p> -<p class="verse0">To burn and plunder round about</p> -<p class="verse0">All the offenders, who for their crime,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were severely punish’d at this time.</p> -<p class="verse0">All those who were loyal and true,</p> -<p class="verse0">Had some acknowledgement as their due.</p> -<p class="verse0">He number’d first what he had lost,</p> -<p class="verse0">And what his signal vict’ry cost.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Lord Robert Ker was ’mong the slain,</p> -<p class="verse0">A brave captain of Barrel’s men;</p> -<p class="verse0">Of Price’s reg’ment, captain Grossot</p> -<p class="verse0">Here did fall, it was his lot,</p> -<p class="verse0">Captain Campbell of Argyleshire men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was likewise found among the slain.</p> -<p class="verse0">Near six hundred, rank and file, lay there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Two hundred and forty wounded were.</p> -<p class="verse0">His sole reflection was, in the chase,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Pretender’s rout he could not trace,</p> -<p class="verse0">Any farther than that afternoon,</p> -<p class="verse0">He drank with Lovat when all was done,</p> -<p class="verse0">When his very tears mingl’d with wine;</p> -<p class="verse0">But never could be catch’d <em>sinsyne</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">As some ran east, and some ran west,</p> -<p class="verse0">To south and north in crouds they past;</p> -<p class="verse0">Some to Argyleshire, through Kintyre,</p> -<p class="verse0">And into Ireland flew like fire.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Tullibairn by Loch Lomond came,</p> -<p class="verse0">Fled from the battle into the flame,</p> -<p class="verse0">Into the house of Drummiekill,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who stood on the cross way, to kill</p> -<p class="verse0">Those who from the battle fly,</p> -<p class="verse0">Against all such does Moses cry,</p> -<p class="verse0">As in the sacred Write, we read,</p> -<p class="verse0">They’re curs’d who’re guilty of such deed:</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet here was Tullibardine gripped,</p> -<p class="verse0">When from the roaring guns escaped,</p> -<p class="verse0">And prisoner to London led;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet dy’d there quietly in his bed.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Duke William still camp’d in the north,</p> -<p class="verse0">All was in stir beyond the Forth,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ports, pass, and ferries guarded,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who catch’d a rebel was well rewarded.</p> -<p class="verse0">Few but preachers, at this day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were counted righteous in this way:</p> -<p class="verse0">For where the minister said the word,</p> -<p class="verse0">To life and liberty they’re restor’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Resign their arms, with Mess John’s line</p> -<p class="verse0">That they were prest for to combine</p> -<p class="verse0">To go with Charlie, and his crew,</p> -<p class="verse0">By force control’d—— ’Tis very true,</p> -<p class="verse0">Most of the common men were prest,</p> -<p class="verse0">Drove to the slaughter like a beast:</p> -<p class="verse0">But one thing of Highlanders I see,</p> -<p class="verse0">To them they serve they’ll faithful be;</p> -<p class="verse0">For those who serv’d King George, just here,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Gainst the rebels proved most severe,</p> -<p class="verse0">And rebels, who afterwards did list,</p> -<p class="verse0">Loyaller hearts no man could trust:</p> -<p class="verse0">And, ev’n the conquering of this field,</p> -<p class="verse0">Unto the English I will not yield:</p> -<p class="verse0">Had Scots and Irish run away,</p> -<p class="verse0">They’d found it hard to gain the day;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet after all they ’gan to boast,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">’Twas they only who rul’d the roast,</p> -<p class="verse0">And even where in camp they lay</p> -<p class="verse0">To upbraid the Scots, and oft did say,</p> -<p class="verse0">Mocking the mis’ries that befel,</p> -<p class="verse0">“These Scotsmen are but rebels all,</p> -<p class="verse0">“For which they all should hanged be,”—</p> -<p class="verse0">Which rous’d the Scots most veh’mentlie:</p> -<p class="verse0">And when they did complain thereof,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were answer’d with a mere <em>put off</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">This did enrage them still the more,</p> -<p class="verse0">Vengeance to seek by the <em>Clay-more</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which all into confusion threw:</p> -<p class="verse0">The Scots into a body drew,</p> -<p class="verse0">Irish, by blood and love allied,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did join unto the Scottish side.</p> -<p class="verse0">His Grace, the Duke, perceiving this,</p> -<p class="verse0">Into this broil most active was,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who, as with no party he would stand;</p> -<p class="verse0">But charg’d them by his high command,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to be still, and silent be,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till he’d the dispute rectifie;</p> -<p class="verse0">Then agents from each side were chose,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whom he in council did enclose,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where they made a solemn act,</p> -<p class="verse0">“That by a thousand on the back,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Every man should punish’d be,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Who’d thus upbraid any countrie.”</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">So this again cemented peace,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thro’ mediation of his Grace,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which was indeed a virtuous scheme,</p> -<p class="verse0">And adds great honour to his name:</p> -<p class="verse0">For had they once come on to blows,</p> -<p class="verse0">’T had been the glory of their foes,</p> -<p class="verse0">And the murd’ring of one another;</p> -<p class="verse0">But now they’re Britons all together,</p> -<p class="verse0">And yet the spite ended not here,</p> -<p class="verse0">As afterwards you’ll come to hear;</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">But agitated the Parliament,</p> -<p class="verse0">Though contrary, it with them went,</p> -<p class="verse0">To put the Scots beating away,</p> -<p class="verse0">A march which vex’d them ev’ry day:</p> -<p class="verse0">Because it was a grief to hear it,</p> -<p class="verse0">And very irksome to their spirit,</p> -<p class="verse0">The dinging down of <em>Tamtallan</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">They swore it mean’d some other <em>dwallion</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">The bonnets, plaids, and spotted coats,</p> -<p class="verse0">A dress long time worn by the Scots,</p> -<p class="verse0">These by an act were laid aside,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thro’ nought, I think, but spite and pride:</p> -<p class="verse0">For when the Scots they came to need,</p> -<p class="verse0">They were restor’d again with speed,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ev’n by an order of the crown;</p> -<p class="verse0">But <em>Tamtallan</em> was ne’er beat down,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Scots still kept by their old march,</p> -<p class="verse0">In spite of all their foes could urge.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">But the cause of the Duke’s long stay here,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was to find out the Chevalier,</p> -<p class="verse0">As Scotland round by sea was guarded,</p> -<p class="verse0">If catch’d on land, so high rewarded</p> -<p class="verse0">The apprehender was to be,</p> -<p class="verse0">There was no hopes he could get free.</p> -<p class="verse0">Hesse camps, did at Perth and Stirling stand,</p> -<p class="verse0">Armed militia through all the land,</p> -<p class="verse0">And parties searching ev’ry isle:</p> -<p class="verse0">Being heard of ev’ry other while,</p> -<p class="verse0">They still kept on a close pursuing,</p> -<p class="verse0">Hard was the hunt for Charlie’s ruin.</p> -<p class="verse0">All prisoners, they catch’d, of note,</p> -<p class="verse0">On ship-board were securely put,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to England sent, trial to stand,</p> -<p class="verse0">But deserters judg’d were in Scotland,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who had as soldiers with Charlie gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">They hang’d and shot them every one:</p> -<p class="verse0">For Hawley’s verdict was so quick,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">“Go hang the dogs up by the neck,”</p> -<p class="verse0">Which was no sooner said than done,</p> -<p class="verse0">No pity he shew’d on woman’s son.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Duke, by half, not so severe,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did often the condemn’d set clear,</p> -<p class="verse0">Made his soldiers say, he was too civil;</p> -<p class="verse0">But swore, That Hawley wou’d hang the devil.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Duke did love to burn and plunder,</p> -<p class="verse0">And sweet revenge upon them thunder,</p> -<p class="verse0">On house and huts made devastation,</p> -<p class="verse0">As it had been a foreign nation.</p> -<p class="verse0">Their whole utensils, rock and reel,</p> -<p class="verse0">To see in flames he loved well,</p> -<p class="verse0">With dogs and cats, the rats and mice,</p> -<p class="verse0">And their old shirts, with nites and lice,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were all unto the flames consign’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">To bring them to a better mind,</p> -<p class="verse0">And never more for to rebel,</p> -<p class="verse0">A doleful time for <em>her nain sell</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">For all that <em>she</em> had done or said,</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>She</em> thought it more than double paid;</p> -<p class="verse0">Eating kirns, and supping sheese,</p> -<p class="verse0">And codding of the Lothian pease,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or taking a bit of beef to eat,</p> -<p class="verse0">When <em>she</em> could get no other meat;</p> -<p class="verse0">And when <em>she</em> met a Lalan-rogue,</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>But pate a shainshment on her brogue,</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>The soger has done a ten times mair,</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Brunt her house, taen a her geer,</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>And after that cuts aff her head,</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>An shot on them that frae her fled</em>.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">For all who did from the soldiers fly,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were fir’d upon immediately,</p> -<p class="verse0">By which, many a poor innocent</p> -<p class="verse0">Was put to death, by them unkent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their flying away caus’d the error,</p> -<p class="verse0">The red-coats were to them a terror.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now Charles concealed was in Uist,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there to stay no longer durst,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Campbells were coming <em>a ho</em>, <em>a ho</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">He durst not bide, and could not go:</p> -<p class="verse0">Every day he saw them well,</p> -<p class="verse0">And had none with him but O’Neil.</p> -<p class="verse0">The day was long and hot the sun,</p> -<p class="verse0">About the twenty first of June,</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon a mountain top they lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">And saw their motions ev’ry way,</p> -<p class="verse0">From glen to glen, caves and rocks,</p> -<p class="verse0">As ever hounds did search for fox,</p> -<p class="verse0">Campbells, and lads with the red coat,</p> -<p class="verse0">With them guides knew every spot,</p> -<p class="verse0">And corner of that country side;</p> -<p class="verse0">So here it dang’rous was to bide.</p> -<p class="verse0">But in a desart place remote,</p> -<p class="verse0">They found a lonely dismal hut,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there to stay they judged best,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until part of the hurry past.</p> -<p class="verse0">Such venison as they could take,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of ev’ry thing a prey they make:</p> -<p class="verse0">It was not out of cov’tous greed;</p> -<p class="verse0">But only as they stood in need.</p> -<p class="verse0">O’Neil alone was out at last,</p> -<p class="verse0">To hear of what was done or past,</p> -<p class="verse0">And met a lady whom he knew,</p> -<p class="verse0">Miss MacDonald good and true,</p> -<p class="verse0">To her their straits he did reveal,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who did with tears their sorrows feel,</p> -<p class="verse0">And vow’d by all was dear within her,</p> -<p class="verse0">She’d them relieve, if they should skin her:</p> -<p class="verse0">Then hasten’d O’Neil to him away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Appointing where to meet next day,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to the Prince with him did go,</p> -<p class="verse0">Her servant did the secret know,</p> -<p class="verse0">One Neil MacKechnie, an honest heart,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Who in ev’ry point did act his part,</p> -<p class="verse0">There, they their whole plan did frame:</p> -<p class="verse0">And then to Malton came again</p> -<p class="verse0">Miss Flora and her man next day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Going to Clan Ronald’s house were they,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to perform the enterprize,</p> -<p class="verse0">And get clothes fit for his disguise.</p> -<p class="verse0">By a party of militia men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Both of them prisoners were ta’en,</p> -<p class="verse0">Miss ask’d who was their officer,</p> -<p class="verse0">And they in answer told it her:</p> -<p class="verse0">He prov’d her father-in-law to be,</p> -<p class="verse0">Preferr’d, for suppos’d loyaltie,</p> -<p class="verse0">No less than a king’s officer,</p> -<p class="verse0">She thought she might the better fare,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there did tarry all that night,</p> -<p class="verse0">Before of him she got a sight.</p> -<p class="verse0">Greatly surprized then was he,</p> -<p class="verse0">His step-daughter prisoner to see,</p> -<p class="verse0">Call’d her aside to know the matter,</p> -<p class="verse0">And gave her both a pass and letter,</p> -<p class="verse0">For herself, her lad, and Betty Burke,</p> -<p class="verse0">A woman who was to spin and work,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being a maid for her mother hir’d</p> -<p class="verse0">So all was done as she requir’d.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then to Clan Ronald’s house they came,</p> -<p class="verse0">And let the lady know the same,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where ev’ry thing in haste was got,</p> -<p class="verse0">Apron, gown, and a petticoat:</p> -<p class="verse0">Of printed cotton the gown it was,</p> -<p class="verse0">Just fitting for a servant lass:</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to the hut they went away,</p> -<p class="verse0">To get him drest without delay;</p> -<p class="verse0">And as they entred into the door</p> -<p class="verse0">They found their Prince, surpriz’d him sore,</p> -<p class="verse0">A cooking something for to eat,</p> -<p class="verse0">A sheep’s pluck on a wooden spit.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">This put them all in Brinish tears,</p> -<p class="verse0">A Prince brought to such low affairs!</p> -<p class="verse0">But he reply’d, Why weep ye so?</p> -<p class="verse0">’Tis good for Kings sorrow to know:</p> -<p class="verse0">And ev’n the great, won’t after rue,</p> -<p class="verse0">They suffer’d part of what I do.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">That night they stayed all in the hut,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ere ev’ry thing was ready got,</p> -<p class="verse0">And on the morrow a message came</p> -<p class="verse0">For lady Clan-Ronald, in haste extreme,</p> -<p class="verse0">That cap. Ferguson, with Campbell’s men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did all night in her house remain.</p> -<p class="verse0">And to confirm what they had said,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Captain took up her own bed.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now Charles by this time was drest,</p> -<p class="verse0">Like a Dutch frow, I do protest,</p> -<p class="verse0">His <em>brogues</em>, indeed, had leather heels,</p> -<p class="verse0">And beard, well shaven, all conceals;</p> -<p class="verse0">But gown and petticoat so short,</p> -<p class="verse0">Shew’d too much legs, but no help for’t.</p> -<p class="verse0">He of the lady took his leave,</p> -<p class="verse0">And left O’Neil behind to grieve,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who thro’ the world with him would go;</p> -<p class="verse0">But Flora said it would not do:</p> -<p class="verse0">Because their pass that number bore,</p> -<p class="verse0">And one too much was not secure,</p> -<p class="verse0">Herself, her servant, and Betty Burke,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who was going to her mother’s work.</p> -<p class="verse0">The boat’s prepar’d, away they set;</p> -<p class="verse0">But lady Clan-Ronald was in a strait:</p> -<p class="verse0">For soon as she had reached home,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was strict examin’d by Ferguson——</p> -<p class="verse0">Pray where now, Madam, have you been,</p> -<p class="verse0">Seeing a sick child, a dying frien’;</p> -<p class="verse0">My servants might have told the matter;</p> -<p class="verse0">But the child now is somewhat better.</p> -<p class="verse0">For this no proof was but her lips,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">So he put them both on board of ships,</p> -<p class="verse0">I mean Clan-Ronald and his dame,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who did in sep’rate ships remain,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until to London they were sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">And nothing of each other <em>kent</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Long twelve months there they did remain;</p> -<p class="verse0">Before they saw their homes again.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now poor O’Neil was left alone,</p> -<p class="verse0">And through the hills a wand’ring gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">By chance he met with Sullivan;</p> -<p class="verse0">As on the shore they both did stan’</p> -<p class="verse0">A French cutter came in their sight,</p> -<p class="verse0">With pendent flying, colours bright,</p> -<p class="verse0">O’Neil her hail’d, and to she came,</p> -<p class="verse0">To <em>fetch</em> the Prince was all her aim.</p> -<p class="verse0">O’Neil desir’d them there to stay,</p> -<p class="verse0">And he to bring him back wou’d try:</p> -<p class="verse0">Then off he sets along the shore,</p> -<p class="verse0">A trav’lling for a day or more,</p> -<p class="verse0">As the wind had contrary been,</p> -<p class="verse0">Into some creek they might be seen:</p> -<p class="verse0">But finding he was gone for Sky,</p> -<p class="verse0">He thought to touch there going by,</p> -<p class="verse0">Knowing the secret, the way plann’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">The very place he was to land.</p> -<p class="verse0">Night and day he did not spare,</p> -<p class="verse0">Back to the cutter he did repair;</p> -<p class="verse0">But ere he came she was away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sullivan would no longer stay:</p> -<p class="verse0">For’s life was preciouser to him,</p> -<p class="verse0">Than all the princes in Christendom.</p> -<p class="verse0">He saw some ships afar at sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then pray’d the French with him to flee:</p> -<p class="verse0">But had they got O’Neil on board,</p> -<p class="verse0">From Sky the Prince had been secur’d;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet here O’Neil was left behind,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who soon was taken and confin’d,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And sent to Berwick upon Tweed,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where he remain’d some time indeed,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thence by cartel was sent to France</p> -<p class="verse0">Pass’d for an officer from thence.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Sullivan was got home before him,</p> -<p class="verse0">The cow’rdliest cur in all the <em>quorum</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">For had he staid three hours in Uist,</p> -<p class="verse0">They’d carry’d their Prince safe off the coast:</p> -<p class="verse0">For O’Neil would made them touch at Sky,</p> -<p class="verse0">The very place which they past by,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where he knew the Prince was to ’bide:</p> -<p class="verse0">But Sullivan sav’d his own hide,</p> -<p class="verse0">And with all speed went home to France,</p> -<p class="verse0">Left them behind to Providence.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">As the Prince, Miss Flora and her man,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were just about to quit the land,</p> -<p class="verse0">Four king’s wherries came in their view,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where armed men were not a few:</p> -<p class="verse0">Back to the heather they’re forc’d to fly,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there some time conceal’d to ly,</p> -<p class="verse0">These wherries soon went out of sight,</p> -<p class="verse0">And then came on a pleasant night,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their boat ready they put to sea;</p> -<p class="verse0">But were not gone past leagues three,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Till dark and dismal grew the skies,</p> -<p class="verse0">The wind and waves did dreadful rise,</p> -<p class="verse0">In open boat, no compass had,</p> -<p class="verse0">Only two men, whose skill was bad.</p> -<p class="verse0">Here Charles’ courage was at a stand,</p> -<p class="verse0">Tempests by sea and storms by land;</p> -<p class="verse0">For wind and wave did fight again’ him</p> -<p class="verse0">And nothing seemed to befrien’ him.</p> -<p class="verse0">Miss Flora she fell fast asleep,</p> -<p class="verse0">The rest by oars and helm did keep,</p> -<p class="verse0">And when the day light did appear,</p> -<p class="verse0">They knew not to what hand to steer,</p> -<p class="verse0">The wind had vary’d in the night:</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">At last of Sky they got a sight.</p> -<p class="verse0">At <em>Waternish</em>, the west of Sky,</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon that point to land did try;</p> -<p class="verse0">But the red-coats were swarming there,</p> -<p class="verse0">To ship about they did prepare:</p> -<p class="verse0">They smartly fir’d to bring ’em too,</p> -<p class="verse0">But all in vain, it would not do.</p> -<p class="verse0">Two men of war were hov’ring by,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there it was no time to stay;</p> -<p class="verse0">So, off they set before the wind,</p> -<p class="verse0">And all their foes they left behind.</p> -<p class="verse0">The alarm up to the village went;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet to pursue they were not bent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Knowing all boats were in a fright;</p> -<p class="verse0">So about they put when out of sight,</p> -<p class="verse0">And landed in a little creek,</p> -<p class="verse0">Under a rock did shelter seek,</p> -<p class="verse0">The men to rest and be refresh’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who all the night were sorely dash’d:</p> -<p class="verse0">And then to sea again did go,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lest some should of their landing know.</p> -<p class="verse0">They were not half a mile from shore,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till they see’d pursuers half a score,</p> -<p class="verse0">All running to the very place,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which they had left a little space.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to the north twelve miles they stood,</p> -<p class="verse0">At <em>Tornish</em> made their landing good.</p> -<p class="verse0">Near Alexander MacDonald’s house,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where went Miss Flora bold and crouse,</p> -<p class="verse0">As Sir Alexr. was not at home;</p> -<p class="verse0">But to visit Duke William gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">Only his factor, who prov’d a friend,</p> -<p class="verse0">And how to act Miss to him mean’d:</p> -<p class="verse0">As a military officer was there,</p> -<p class="verse0">She told him where he should repair,</p> -<p class="verse0">And meet the Prince in woman’s dress,</p> -<p class="verse0">To whom he went in full express,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">With bread and wine, and other food,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then took the hills, a private road</p> -<p class="verse0">To his own house to be conceal’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Though afterwards it was reveal’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">Miss Flora on horseback, and another</p> -<p class="verse0">Kept the high-way, for to discover</p> -<p class="verse0">What militia or foes might be;</p> -<p class="verse0">From all dangers to keep him free,</p> -<p class="verse0">Miss Flora, her man, and a Highland maid,</p> -<p class="verse0">Coming on the way, She to Miss said,</p> -<p class="verse0">“That <em>Lawland Carlin gangs</em> like a man,</p> -<p class="verse0">“She strides o’er far by half a span,</p> -<p class="verse0">“I wonder Kingsborough’s not afraid,</p> -<p class="verse0">“To crack sae wi’ that English jade:</p> -<p class="verse0">“See how her coats <em>wamels</em> again,</p> -<p class="verse0">“These English women can fight like men.”</p> -<p class="verse0">No, said Miss, She’s an Irish woman:</p> -<p class="verse0">Cries, Lady Marg’ret, Are you coming?</p> -<p class="verse0">(Not liking what the girl had said)</p> -<p class="verse0">Go after Kingsborough yon road,</p> -<p class="verse0">And you’ll be there as soon as we,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus she kept him from suspicion free;</p> -<p class="verse0">And to the house they came at last</p> -<p class="verse0">Before elev’n o’clock was past.</p> -<p class="verse0">But Kingsb’ro’s wife was gone to bed,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thinking that no such stranger wad,</p> -<p class="verse0">At such a time come to her door:</p> -<p class="verse0">For th’ two young ladies were oft before.</p> -<p class="verse0">She sent them word to take the key,</p> -<p class="verse0">With all in the house for to make free;</p> -<p class="verse0">But Kingsbro’ said that would not do,</p> -<p class="verse0">Herself must rise, and quickly too.</p> -<p class="verse0">The child ran back and told her plain,</p> -<p class="verse0">Such a lang wife she ne’er saw nane,</p> -<p class="verse0">As that was walking through the ha’,</p> -<p class="verse0">Her like was never there awa’,</p> -<p class="verse0">Therefore she’d go no more for fear,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Then up she rose and did appear:</p> -<p class="verse0">And the one who walked through the hall,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did her salute and kiss with all,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whereat she started and was afraid,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being so prick’d with a lady’s beard:</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to her husband said, whisp’ring ways,</p> -<p class="verse0">Is not this a gentleman in disguise?</p> -<p class="verse0">His pricking beard does me convince,</p> -<p class="verse0">Pray ask him, What’s come of the Prince?</p> -<p class="verse0">The Prince, my dear, Why this is he——</p> -<p class="verse0">Oh, said she, then we’ll hanged be——</p> -<p class="verse0">A well, said he, We’ll die but once,</p> -<p class="verse0">Get supper for him, cakes and scones,</p> -<p class="verse0">Butter and cheese, we have eggs enow:</p> -<p class="verse0">What! That for a Prince will never do.</p> -<p class="verse0">Yes, for rarities be nowise griev’d;</p> -<p class="verse0">You little know how he has liv’d:</p> -<p class="verse0">And with ceremony be not affected,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lest by your servants he be suspected,</p> -<p class="verse0">He supp’d that night and went to sleep</p> -<p class="verse0">As a stranger lady, all snug was kept.</p> -<p class="verse0">On the morrow he rose and was drest,</p> -<p class="verse0">And for their kindness thanks exprest:</p> -<p class="verse0">Miss Flora and the other Miss,</p> -<p class="verse0">They had him in his robes to dress,</p> -<p class="verse0">The gown, the <em>mutch</em>, and petticoat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Such stuff to wear he loved not;</p> -<p class="verse0">But because to them in such he came,</p> -<p class="verse0">He should go off wearing the same,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lest by enquiry they might provoke</p> -<p class="verse0">What they were, being stranger folk.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Kingsborough’s wife did them desire,</p> -<p class="verse0">To ask a <em>pickle</em> of his hair.</p> -<p class="verse0">And they in <em>Galick</em> did debate,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who should it ask, they were so blate:</p> -<p class="verse0">He understood, the reason <em>speir’d</em></p> -<p class="verse0">Of their debate, desir’d to hear’t,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">This freely granted as soon as told,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to their sheers his head did hold,</p> -<p class="verse0">The lock was parted ’mongst the three,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of their dear Prince mindful to be,</p> -<p class="verse0">An ancient <em>freit</em>, a Highland <em>charm</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Look on that hair her heart will <em>warm</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">Kingsb’rough a bundle of men’ clothes took</p> -<p class="verse0">Far from his house, to a wood <em>nuik</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Remounted him in Highland dress,</p> -<p class="verse0">There he much kindness did express——</p> -<p class="verse0">They wept, they kiss’d, and off he goes,</p> -<p class="verse0">While drops of blood fell from his nose.</p> -<p class="verse0">Their hearts were great, you may weel <em>ken</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">They parted ne’er to meet again.</p> -<p class="verse0">A guide sent wi’m the mountain way,</p> -<p class="verse0">Had a boat ready, the freight did pay,</p> -<p class="verse0">At <em>Portree</em>, or the king’s port,</p> -<p class="verse0">Miss Flora’s there ere he came to’t.</p> -<p class="verse0">And here they parted at Portree,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where thanking her most heartilie,</p> -<p class="verse0">Miss Flora did no longer wait;</p> -<p class="verse0">But went to ’r mother’s house at <em>Slate</em>.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now Kingsborough did Raaza send</p> -<p class="verse0">To meet the Prince, and be his friend,</p> -<p class="verse0">With sev’ral of his trusties there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who in his expeditions were,</p> -<p class="verse0">Both at Culloden and Falkirk.</p> -<p class="verse0">To <em>Portree</em> came when it was dark,</p> -<p class="verse0">Both John MacKenzie and Donald Frier,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who had been with him far and near,</p> -<p class="verse0">They set off in a little boat,</p> -<p class="verse0">And safely into <em>Glam</em> all got:</p> -<p class="verse0">In a mean hut their dwelling made,</p> -<p class="verse0">For kid and lamb young Raaza <em>gade</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">There was no bedding to be found,</p> -<p class="verse0">They’re oblig’d to lie upon the ground:</p> -<p class="verse0">His pillow was a <em>wisp</em> of Ling:</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Poor state for a pretended king!</p> -<p class="verse0">This was in July the first day,</p> -<p class="verse0">And here <em>incog.</em> some time they lay.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now Ferguson got the sure tract</p> -<p class="verse0">From the two men, as they went back,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who did him and Miss Flora bring</p> -<p class="verse0">Out of Uist, and everything,</p> -<p class="verse0">His coat, his <em>mutch</em>, his very gown,</p> -<p class="verse0">From whence they came, and whither boun’,</p> -<p class="verse0">How Malton’s daughter and Kingsborough too,</p> -<p class="verse0">Went all together out of their view.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Ferg’son with a party came</p> -<p class="verse0">To Kingsb’ro’s house, and did deman’,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which way the young Pretender went?</p> -<p class="verse0">Where he and Miss Flora were sent?</p> -<p class="verse0">Whether they lay in one bed together?</p> -<p class="verse0">What clothes he came in, or went thither?</p> -<p class="verse0">Few answers to him Kingsb’rough made:</p> -<p class="verse0">What! said his wife, “Miss Flora’s maid,</p> -<p class="verse0">“They staid all night and went away,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Whether man or woman was I to try?”</p> -<p class="verse0">Then, said he, Show where they were laid,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where lay the Miss? where lay the maid?</p> -<p class="verse0">Now then, quoth he, I have you fast:</p> -<p class="verse0">Because the maid’s bed is the best.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Kingsborough away was led</p> -<p class="verse0">To Fort-Augustus, hard bestead,</p> -<p class="verse0">Plunder’d of’s watch, buckles and shoes,</p> -<p class="verse0">And all the cash was in his trews,</p> -<p class="verse0">In a dungeon deep, iron’d he lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thence to Ed’nburgh castle sent away,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there confin’d was kept one year,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till by the Act of Grace set clear.</p> -<p class="verse0">For love of Charlie he got this,</p> -<p class="verse0">And poor Miss Flora no better was:</p> -<p class="verse0">For she was scarce ten days at home,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until she got a card to come</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And speak unto an officer,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who had no great good will to her:</p> -<p class="verse0">This for a night she did delay,</p> -<p class="verse0">And on the morrow, by the way,</p> -<p class="verse0">A party meets, in search of her,</p> -<p class="verse0">By whom she was made prisoner,</p> -<p class="verse0">And carry’d instantly away,</p> -<p class="verse0">On board a ship that very day,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Furnace, captain Ferguson,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who did show lenity to none.</p> -<p class="verse0">But good for her, as fortunes were,</p> -<p class="verse0">That gen’ral Campbell, as judge sat there:</p> -<p class="verse0">Though she before made ’quivocation,</p> -<p class="verse0">She told to him the true relation,</p> -<p class="verse0">And the general did use her well,</p> -<p class="verse0">Since she the truth did not conceal:</p> -<p class="verse0">For of the deed she thought no shame,</p> -<p class="verse0">To any in need she’d do the same.</p> -<p class="verse0">Said she, “I’ve no cause to betray,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Or yet to wish his life away,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Wherefore then should I do him wrong?</p> -<p class="verse0">“To you soldiers does such belong.</p> -<p class="verse0">“If that a price be on his head?</p> -<p class="verse0">“’Tis for those by blood who have their bread.”</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The gen’ral then had nought to say;</p> -<p class="verse0">But gave her leave, on the next day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of her friends to go and take farewel;</p> -<p class="verse0">Her mother heart-sore grief did feel:</p> -<p class="verse0">An officer and forty men</p> -<p class="verse0">Did guard her there, and back again.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then she unto the <em>Nore</em> was sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Five months on sea, where no friend <em>kent</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">At last to London was convey’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">There with a messenger to bide,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till the month of July Forty Seven,</p> -<p class="verse0">That she was home to Edinburgh driv’n,</p> -<p class="verse0">When by the Act of Grace reliev’d,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">She’s now in Sky, yet unmischiev’d.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now Charles at Glam, in Raaza lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Long, long he thought to get away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Hard was his living, poor his hut,</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon all heights they watches put.</p> -<p class="verse0">A stranger to this island came</p> -<p class="verse0">To sell tobacco, perhaps a sham;</p> -<p class="verse0">For after all his roll was sold,</p> -<p class="verse0">He daily through the island stroll’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to the hut one day drew nigh;</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Raaza swore he was a spy,</p> -<p class="verse0">And cockt his pistol, him to shoot,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Prince cry’d, No, You shall not do’t.</p> -<p class="verse0">That poor man may innocent be,</p> -<p class="verse0">Without a fault he shall not die.</p> -<p class="verse0">The poor man then went stepping by,</p> -<p class="verse0">And did not ev’n look to their <em>stye</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">Now, said the Prince, what would ye said,</p> -<p class="verse0">If innocent blood had here been shed?</p> -<p class="verse0">Too much, indeed, on my account:</p> -<p class="verse0">At this some seem’d to take affront;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet as a joke he past it by,</p> -<p class="verse0">And then propos’d to go for Sky,</p> -<p class="verse0">In the small boat which brought them there,</p> -<p class="verse0">So for the voy’ge they did prepare.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Toward ev’ning they put to sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">And then the wind rose wond’rous high,</p> -<p class="verse0">The boatmen begg’d to put about;</p> -<p class="verse0">But he was obst’nate on his rout,</p> -<p class="verse0">And told them life was but a chance,</p> -<p class="verse0">They were in hands of Providence:</p> -<p class="verse0">He leav’d the water with a scoop,</p> -<p class="verse0">And bid them in their Maker hope,</p> -<p class="verse0">The boat is making a good way,</p> -<p class="verse0">No man will die but him that’s <em>fey</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">We’ve all in dangers been ere now:</p> -<p class="verse0">At Nicolson’s rock they brought her to,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Near <em>Scorebreck</em> in <em>Trotternish</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their lodging in a byre it was,</p> -<p class="verse0">All wet and weary as they were,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lay on the ground, sleep seiz’d him there,</p> -<p class="verse0">In which he sigh’d, and starting said,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Poor people, poor people, hard bestead!”</p> -<p class="verse0">He then awak’d, and thus did say,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Malcom, dear captain, is it yet day?</p> -<p class="verse0">“You’ve watch’d too long, now take a sleep,</p> -<p class="verse0">“And I myself will centry keep.”</p> -<p class="verse0">“No, said MacLeod, Sir, if you please,</p> -<p class="verse0">“I know this ground best, take your ease,</p> -<p class="verse0">“There’s not a house near by two mile,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Our friends are few into this isle,</p> -<p class="verse0">“The red coats are not far from us,</p> -<p class="verse0">“To slip my charge is dangerous.”</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">So here they did remain next day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Before they could venture away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Having no bread, or ought to eat,</p> -<p class="verse0">(For a King’s Court, a poor mean treat!)</p> -<p class="verse0">Except water, sprung from the ground,</p> -<p class="verse0">No meat or drink could there be found.</p> -<p class="verse0">Two bottles of brandy was all their store,</p> -<p class="verse0">On earth they had no substance more,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nor in that place durst one look out</p> -<p class="verse0">For en’mies planted round about.</p> -<p class="verse0">When night came on, they parted all,</p> -<p class="verse0">Captain MacLeod we shall him call,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did undertake to be his guide,</p> -<p class="verse0">One bottle of brandy by his side,</p> -<p class="verse0">Over muir and mountain, wood and glen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Between hope and despair they ran.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Prince as servant did appear;</p> -<p class="verse0">Because he did the baggage bear,</p> -<p class="verse0">A hairy wallet on his back,</p> -<p class="verse0">Just like a chapman and his pack,</p> -<p class="verse0">Wanting the <em>breiks</em>, with legs all bare,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Into his hand his <em>brogues</em> did bear,</p> -<p class="verse0">A napkin ty’d around his head,</p> -<p class="verse0">In this posture forward they <em>gade</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Long thirty miles ere they took rest,</p> -<p class="verse0">Water and brandy was all their feast:</p> -<p class="verse0">Because they had no other cheer,</p> -<p class="verse0">For house or hut they went not near,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till at <em>Ellighill</em>, the place call’d Ord,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whereof MacKinnon is the lord,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their brandy-bottle now was done,</p> -<p class="verse0">And here they hid it under groun’:</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet were they in a strait again,</p> -<p class="verse0">Meeting two of MacKinnon’s men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who had on the expedition been,</p> -<p class="verse0">And oft before the Prince had seen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who knew him well, though in disguise,</p> -<p class="verse0">Fell down and bursted out in cries.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Malcom, Hush, to them did call,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or else they would discover all,</p> -<p class="verse0">To which they swore, by all that’s Good,</p> -<p class="verse0">They’d rather spend their dearest blood,</p> -<p class="verse0">So faithfully they did conceal it,</p> -<p class="verse0">And did not in the least reveal it.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now were they come unto the place,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where Malcom’s sister married was</p> -<p class="verse0">To John MacKinnon, who’d captain been</p> -<p class="verse0">Along with Charles in armour <em>keen</em>;</p> -<p class="verse0">But had got clear by Proclamation,</p> -<p class="verse0">And for to skulk had no occasion.</p> -<p class="verse0">He orders the Prince, now Lewis Cawe,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to ly down some space awa’,</p> -<p class="verse0">While he into his sister’s went,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their doleful case to represent.</p> -<p class="verse0">She him embrac’d, and wept amain,</p> -<p class="verse0">As in the war she thought him slain:</p> -<p class="verse0">He said, dear sister, here I’m come</p> -<p class="verse0">Myself to hide, if you have room,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">With one, my servant, Lewis Cawe,</p> -<p class="verse0">In the same case, hard is our fa’:</p> -<p class="verse0">He’s a surgeon’s son, who came from Crief</p> -<p class="verse0">Shelter to seek and some relief.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then poor sick Lewis was called in,</p> -<p class="verse0">With head bound up, he look’d right grim,</p> -<p class="verse0">And by his master there he did stand,</p> -<p class="verse0">With head uncover’d, bonnet in hand:</p> -<p class="verse0">But the Captain urg’d him to sit down,</p> -<p class="verse0">And put his bonnet on his crown,</p> -<p class="verse0">Since there are no strangers here,</p> -<p class="verse0">Come, eat with me, Lewis, my dear.</p> -<p class="verse0">And when their dinner over was,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Captain says, Our feet we’ll wash:</p> -<p class="verse0">The servant-maid brought water then,</p> -<p class="verse0">And wash’d his feet with tender han’.</p> -<p class="verse0">Said he, my lad’s not well, I know,</p> -<p class="verse0">You’ll wash his feet before you go;</p> -<p class="verse0">But she reply’d, I <em>ken</em> some better,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Tis fair enough if I bring water,</p> -<p class="verse0">He’s but your lad, as you me tell,</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Dat loon may wash her feet hersel</em>;</p> -<p class="verse0">Being forc’d to do’t, through mere constraint,</p> -<p class="verse0">To work in a rude way she went,</p> -<p class="verse0">Rubbed his toes, made the water rise</p> -<p class="verse0">At every plash, betwixt his thighs;</p> -<p class="verse0">On this he to the Captain said,</p> -<p class="verse0">She rubs too hard this saucy maid,</p> -<p class="verse0">I had far better do’t mysell,</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>In trout</em>, quo’ she, <em>an sae ye sall</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then both of them to sleep were put,</p> -<p class="verse0">The goodwife went to a hill-top</p> -<p class="verse0">For to keep watch, lest from the sea</p> -<p class="verse0">Incursions should come suddenlie.</p> -<p class="verse0">As King’s ships hover’d all about,</p> -<p class="verse0">And parties through the land did scout.</p> -<p class="verse0">Just as they wak’d the husband came,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">When Malcom heard, he to him ran,</p> -<p class="verse0">And did salute him in the field,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which meeting did great pleasure yield;</p> -<p class="verse0">Because that word was to them brought,</p> -<p class="verse0">He kill’d was at Culloden fight.</p> -<p class="verse0">And after they had talk’d a while,</p> -<p class="verse0">Think you yon ships will touch this isle?</p> -<p class="verse0">Says John, I know not but they might;</p> -<p class="verse0">Because they’re never out of sight.</p> -<p class="verse0">What if our Prince a pris’ner be,</p> -<p class="verse0">In one of those ships which we see?</p> -<p class="verse0">God forbid, then John reply’d;</p> -<p class="verse0">But of his ’scape I’m much afraid:</p> -<p class="verse0">For our nation’s guarded round about,</p> -<p class="verse0">And through the land there’s many a scout.</p> -<p class="verse0">But do you think, if he were here,</p> -<p class="verse0">He would be safe, in such a stir?</p> -<p class="verse0">Ay, safe be sure, whate’er they do,</p> -<p class="verse0">I wish we had him here just now.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then said he, John, he’s in your house;</p> -<p class="verse0">But to salute him, be cautious:</p> -<p class="verse0">Because your wife, nor none else knows,</p> -<p class="verse0">By the name of Lewis Cawe he goes,</p> -<p class="verse0">My servant, a surgeon’s son in Crief,</p> -<p class="verse0">Like us, brought to trouble and grief:</p> -<p class="verse0">Therefore behave when in you go,</p> -<p class="verse0">That none within the house may know.</p> -<p class="verse0">So home they came, and in he goes,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then courteously poor Lewis rose,</p> -<p class="verse0">Bare-headed stood, bonnet in hand,</p> -<p class="verse0">But John could not himself command,</p> -<p class="verse0">Burst out in tears, and on him flew,</p> -<p class="verse0">Oh-hon, Oh-hon, What’s this on you!</p> -<p class="verse0">From splendor into deep distress!</p> -<p class="verse0">He cry’d, and could no more express.</p> -<p class="verse0">Wife and servants stood in amaze,</p> -<p class="verse0">And did upon poor Lewis gaze:</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Then Malcom in a passion flew,</p> -<p class="verse0">And swore that he had fools enow,</p> -<p class="verse0">Hurry’d them to another place,</p> -<p class="verse0">And told his sister all the case,</p> -<p class="verse0">That he and poor Lewis was in,</p> -<p class="verse0">Charged her forthwith for to run,</p> -<p class="verse0">And bind her servants to secresie,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or else they soon would ruin’d be.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">When his sister knew what guest he was,</p> -<p class="verse0">Her kindness she did the more express,</p> -<p class="verse0">And said, Upon her very knees</p> -<p class="verse0">She’d travel for to give him ease.</p> -<p class="verse0">They then to consultation went,</p> -<p class="verse0">To get him to the Continent:</p> -<p class="verse0">Because the isles were dangerous,</p> -<p class="verse0">Soldiers searching every bush.</p> -<p class="verse0">John then unto the laird he went,</p> -<p class="verse0">To try how his affection bent,</p> -<p class="verse0">By long-wind stories laments his case,</p> -<p class="verse0">In being hunted from place to place.</p> -<p class="verse0">Oh, said the laird, were he now here,</p> -<p class="verse0">I’d lay my life to get him clear,</p> -<p class="verse0">And set him safe on the main land.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then John he told him, clean off hand,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where he was, and in what place,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to his conscience left his case.</p> -<p class="verse0">Go tell him, I’ll be with him soon,</p> -<p class="verse0">To see what quickly shall be done.</p> -<p class="verse0">John went home, the laird soon came,</p> -<p class="verse0">With loyal affections, as chief o’s Clan,</p> -<p class="verse0">And told, that for him he did provide</p> -<p class="verse0">A good stout boat, pilot and guide,</p> -<p class="verse0">That he himself design’d to go</p> -<p class="verse0">To the main land with him also,</p> -<p class="verse0">A thousand blessings on him prays,</p> -<p class="verse0">And wish’d him long and happy days.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then Malcom said, he would return,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Which caus’d the Prince in tears to mourn:</p> -<p class="verse0">Captain, he said, will you leave me now?</p> -<p class="verse0">On the main land, what shall I do?</p> -<p class="verse0">Then said the laird, leave that to me,</p> -<p class="verse0">On the main land I’ll you supplie.</p> -<p class="verse0">Sir, said Malcom, by now I’m mist</p> -<p class="verse0">By friends, by foes, and this I trust</p> -<p class="verse0">For to be ta’en, when I return,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then I’ll tell a tale of my sojourn,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of all my travels how I was here,</p> -<p class="verse0">Seeing my friends and sister dear;</p> -<p class="verse0">But if they chance us to pursue,</p> -<p class="verse0">They’ll hear of me along with you:</p> -<p class="verse0">For answer then, what could I say?</p> -<p class="verse0">What man ye was, or gone what way?</p> -<p class="verse0">Which accordingly it came to pass:</p> -<p class="verse0">For he twelve months confined was,</p> -<p class="verse0">And saw great London for the same,</p> -<p class="verse0">There try’d and came with Flora <em>hame</em>.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">So to the boat they all did go,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which lay upon the shore below:</p> -<p class="verse0">And as to it they did draw near,</p> -<p class="verse0">Two men of war there did appear,</p> -<p class="verse0">Came cruising in before the wind,</p> -<p class="verse0">Hard on the shore, as they design’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which caused them to sit down a space,</p> -<p class="verse0">And smoak a pipe in a hollow place.</p> -<p class="verse0">A silver stock-buckle to Malcom he <em>geid</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">And ten guineas too in his <em>loof</em> he laid,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which he did often times refuse;</p> -<p class="verse0">But begg’d some trifle that he did use;</p> -<p class="verse0">Then, said he, Captain, Your pay’s too cheap,</p> -<p class="verse0">Besides, you will have my cutty pipe,</p> -<p class="verse0">And when you blow’t, you’ll think on me,</p> -<p class="verse0">As I have got another you see:</p> -<p class="verse0">And take these lines to Murdoch MacLeod,</p> -<p class="verse0">To pay respect to him I’m proud.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">The men of war having laid about,</p> -<p class="verse0">Toward the boat they took the rout,</p> -<p class="verse0">The writing in the letter this,</p> -<p class="verse0">As writ <em>verbatim</em>, here it is,</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - -<p class="pad2">SIR,</p> - -<p><em>I THANK God, I am in good health and have got off as designed.——Remember -me to all friends, and thank them for the -trouble they have been at——I am, Sir, Your humble Servant</em>,</p> - -<p class="right smcap">James Thomson.</p> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> -<h3><a name="CHAP_XII" id="CHAP_XII"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. XII.</a></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>Sundry dangers and hardships on the main shore. Meets with -six men who relieve him. Almost starved. Goes to Lochaber. -Meets with Lochiel. Gets off from Moidart.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Now, the men of war being out of sight,</p> -<p class="verse0">On the eighth of July, at eight at night,</p> -<p class="verse0">The laird of MacKinnon, John by name,</p> -<p class="verse0">With a pilot, guide, and four boat-men,</p> -<p class="verse0">All on board with him they went,</p> -<p class="verse0">To carry him to the Continent.</p> -<p class="verse0">The night indeed was fair and clear;</p> -<p class="verse0">But not above a mile they were,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till wind and waves did rise in ire,</p> -<p class="verse0">This providence we may admire,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which seemed to be frowning on him,</p> -<p class="verse0">The very waves striving to drown him,</p> -<p class="verse0">And on their boat, came straight a-head,</p> -<p class="verse0">A boat with men all well armed:</p> -<p class="verse0">But the sea was high, the wind so blew,</p> -<p class="verse0">And nought but present death in view,</p> -<p class="verse0">They hail’d each other, and that was all,</p> -<p class="verse0">It was no time to search or call:</p> -<p class="verse0">Had not this storm proved their frien’,</p> -<p class="verse0">He’d surely in their clutches been.</p> -<p class="verse0">And when they reached the main land,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Under the <em>lee</em> they’re forc’d to stand,</p> -<p class="verse0">The pilot ran her into a creek,</p> -<p class="verse0">Got past the breakers, ’mong sand and <em>sleik</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">There they landed him and his guide,</p> -<p class="verse0">And chus’d no longer to abide:</p> -<p class="verse0">But to the sea again did go;</p> -<p class="verse0">Because the storm did fiercely blow.</p> -<p class="verse0">And as they were returning back,</p> -<p class="verse0">A boat from <em>Morar</em> did them ’ttack;</p> -<p class="verse0">And old MacKinnon was pris’ner made,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being, by direction, to him led,</p> -<p class="verse0">By a party who did the two pursue,</p> -<p class="verse0">And the boat who of them had a view</p> -<p class="verse0">The night before, when going over:</p> -<p class="verse0">The facts of all they could discover,</p> -<p class="verse0">At <em>Morar</em>, on his going back,</p> -<p class="verse0">The laird MacKinnon they did take,</p> -<p class="verse0">And prov’d the deed which he had done,</p> -<p class="verse0">For which they sent him to London.</p> -<p class="verse0">In Southwark goal long did he ly,</p> -<p class="verse0">With heavy fetters did him ty,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till in Forty Seven, the next year</p> -<p class="verse0">By Act of Grace he got home clear.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now Charlie went to Glen-Brasdale,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where he heard tell of brave Lochiel,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who about Loch-aber was lurking there;</p> -<p class="verse0">But to get to him great dangers were:</p> -<p class="verse0">As a line was form’d from Inverness,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which reached to Fort-Augustus,</p> -<p class="verse0">From thence unto Fort-William again,</p> -<p class="verse0">Night and day stood armed men.</p> -<p class="verse0">The word, in a few minutes, did wheel,</p> -<p class="verse0">From end to end, <em>All is well</em>;</p> -<p class="verse0">And from Fort-William to Locharkaig-head,</p> -<p class="verse0">Another line was likewise made.</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus he did in Glen-Brasdale ly,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till circled almost every way.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Gen’ral Campbell with four hundred men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon the south-west side did land:</p> -<p class="verse0">Captain Scot, with five hundred more,</p> -<p class="verse0">Advancing from the easter shore,</p> -<p class="verse0">And came within two miles of way,</p> -<p class="verse0">They knew not what to do or say:</p> -<p class="verse0">He sent for Cam’ron of Glen-Pan,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who chus’d to be his guide and van,</p> -<p class="verse0">To Lovat’s country for to go,</p> -<p class="verse0">The braes of Locharkaig as he did know,</p> -<p class="verse0">With them went Glenaladale and his brother,</p> -<p class="verse0">Boradale’s two boys, there was no other:</p> -<p class="verse0">First went the guide on’s hands and knees,</p> -<p class="verse0">After past the Prince and the two boys,</p> -<p class="verse0">Glenaladale and his brother at last,</p> -<p class="verse0">Favour’d by the night, they quietly past</p> -<p class="verse0">So near their tents they heard their speech,</p> -<p class="verse0">And ere day, got far out of reach,</p> -<p class="verse0">Right safe into Glen-Morriston,</p> -<p class="verse0">Left Glenaladale and him alone.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">One day, as they a travelling were,</p> -<p class="verse0">Over a desart mountain there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Glenaladale chanc’d to lose his purse,</p> -<p class="verse0">With forty guineas which in it was,</p> -<p class="verse0">And money behind it they had none,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Prince’s being spent and gone.</p> -<p class="verse0">While Glen. return’d his purse to seek,</p> -<p class="verse0">Charlie lay down at a bush <em>cheek</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there appear’d unto his view,</p> -<p class="verse0">A band of soldiers not a few,</p> -<p class="verse0">Just upon that very spot</p> -<p class="verse0">Where they had met, were’t not the lot</p> -<p class="verse0">Of turning for that very purse</p> -<p class="verse0">Kept them from what had been much worse.</p> -<p class="verse0">So, close he lay, slie as a tod,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being at some distance from the road,</p> -<p class="verse0">And saw them take another rout,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">That they’d met Glen. he had no doubt,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being gone quite the contrary way</p> -<p class="verse0">For which he thankfully did pray.</p> -<p class="verse0">Glen. found his purse and turn’d again,</p> -<p class="verse0">They chang’d their rout through a wild glen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where nothing had they for to eat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Full forty hours they wanted meat:</p> -<p class="verse0">Weak and weary were they both,</p> -<p class="verse0">Water indeed they had enough;</p> -<p class="verse0">But found no sheep or venison,</p> -<p class="verse0">The cattle being plund’red and gone.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">At last, they chanced for to spy</p> -<p class="verse0">A little smoking hut, near by:</p> -<p class="verse0">Then said the Prince, Thither I’ll go,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whether they should prove friend or foe:</p> -<p class="verse0">Better for us be kill’d like men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Than starved like fools: What say’st thou Glen?</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet Glen refus’d, and said, I fear,</p> -<p class="verse0">They may be King’s-men watching here:</p> -<p class="verse0">But in the Prince goes to the hut,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which them in some confusion put;</p> -<p class="verse0">Six sturdy thieves resided there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who at their dinner sitting were,</p> -<p class="verse0">At a weighty piece of boiled beef,</p> -<p class="verse0">For hungry men a blest relief.</p> -<p class="verse0">Peace be here, the Prince did cry,</p> -<p class="verse0">You’re welcome, sir, they did reply;</p> -<p class="verse0">One star’d at him, then up he flew,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ah Dougal MacColony, is this you?</p> -<p class="verse0">I’m glad to see thee, with all my heart,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sit down with us and take a part.</p> -<p class="verse0">By winks, he found that he was known,</p> -<p class="verse0">Return’d him thanks, and then sat down,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ate hearty, and seem’d very merry,</p> -<p class="verse0">Talk’d of the times, found by enquiry,</p> -<p class="verse0">That ev’ry one spake as his frien’,</p> -<p class="verse0">And had all at Culloden been;</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">But only one of them him knew,</p> -<p class="verse0">He then bethought him what to do,</p> -<p class="verse0">And after dinner they took a walk,</p> -<p class="verse0">With that same man to have some talk,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who told him all the strengths about,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where parties lay, and what to doubt.</p> -<p class="verse0">And as, said he, “The other five,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Are as faithful fellows as alive,</p> -<p class="verse0">“You may your safety to them trust,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Your case by them’s lamented most.</p> -<p class="verse0">“Here do we all in private stay,</p> -<p class="verse0">“And make incursions for our prey:</p> -<p class="verse0">“For meat and drink we do not want,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Of silver and gold we are not scant:</p> -<p class="verse0">“And since ’tis such a roaring time,</p> -<p class="verse0">“To steal and rob we think no crime.”</p> -<p class="verse0">The other five were call’d and told,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who did rejoice him to behold,</p> -<p class="verse0">And swore that he should with them stay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till he found it safe to get away.</p> -<p class="verse0">’Tween Strath-Ferrar and Glen-Morr’ston,</p> -<p class="verse0">They kept up huts, yea more than one,</p> -<p class="verse0">And kindly there did entertain him;</p> -<p class="verse0">To the very last they did befrien’ him,</p> -<p class="verse0">And ere that he should taken be,</p> -<p class="verse0">They every man would for him die.</p> -<p class="verse0">While here he liv’d on stollen beef,</p> -<p class="verse0">Right suddenly there came relief:</p> -<p class="verse0">Rod’rick MacKenzie, a merchant-man,</p> -<p class="verse0">At Ed’nburgh town had join’d the Clan,</p> -<p class="verse0">Had in the expedition been,</p> -<p class="verse0">And at this time durst not be seen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being sculking in Glen-Morriston,</p> -<p class="verse0">Him the soldiers lighted on,</p> -<p class="verse0">Near about the Prince’s age and size,</p> -<p class="verse0">Genteelly drest, in no disguise.</p> -<p class="verse0">In every feature, for’s very face,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Might well be taken in any case,</p> -<p class="verse0">And lest he’d like a dog be hang’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">He chose to die with sword in hand,</p> -<p class="verse0">And round him like a mad-man struck,</p> -<p class="verse0">Vowing alive he’d ne’er be took:</p> -<p class="verse0">Deep wounds he got, and wounds he gave,</p> -<p class="verse0">At last a shot he did receive,</p> -<p class="verse0">And as he fell, them to convince,</p> -<p class="verse0">Cry’d, Ah! Alas! <em>You’ve kill’d your Prince;</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Ye murderers and bloody crew</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>You had no orders this to do.</em></p> -<p class="verse0">This did confirm them in the thought,</p> -<p class="verse0">He was the very man they sought:</p> -<p class="verse0">And ere that he was really dead,</p> -<p class="verse0">They forthwith did cut off his head.</p> -<p class="verse0">Scarce took they time the corpse to bury,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being so o’erjoy’d, in such a hurry.</p> -<p class="verse0">To Fort-Augustus they went with speed,</p> -<p class="verse0">Triumphing o’er poor Charlie’s head.</p> -<p class="verse0">All who had seen him, came it to view,</p> -<p class="verse0">And vow’d the face was just and true;</p> -<p class="verse0">The very barber who us’d to shave him,</p> -<p class="verse0">The sim’lar treats seem’d to deceive him:</p> -<p class="verse0">But, said he, wer’t on his body set,</p> -<p class="verse0">And spake, his voice I’ll not forget.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to the Duke in haste they’re bound,</p> -<p class="verse0">And claim’d the thirty thousand pound.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The Duke thought now the work was done,</p> -<p class="verse0">When Charlie’s head was to him shown;</p> -<p class="verse0">Call’d in all out upon command,</p> -<p class="verse0">And caus’d the militia to disband;</p> -<p class="verse0">The ships of war went to the south</p> -<p class="verse0">And Charles’ death did pass for truth.</p> -<p class="verse0">He then for London took his rout,</p> -<p class="verse0">On July eighteenth did set out,</p> -<p class="verse0">As brave Culcairn had sent him word</p> -<p class="verse0">Of Lochiel’s death, ev’n as absurd——</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">When plund’ring of Locharkaig isle,</p> -<p class="verse0">He found the grass cut through the pile,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thinking it was some hidden store,</p> -<p class="verse0">He digg’d it up, and found therefore</p> -<p class="verse0">A man’s body, who dy’d of a sore wound,</p> -<p class="verse0">As appeared when they view’d him round;</p> -<p class="verse0">A fine Holland shirt he on him had,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which soon they <em>whirled</em> o’er his head,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being so much used to plunder,</p> -<p class="verse0">To rob the dead thought little wonder,</p> -<p class="verse0">And him they judg’d to be Lochiel,</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet a near friend of his, they tell,</p> -<p class="verse0">One Cameron, son of Callavat,</p> -<p class="verse0">After which Lochiel no hunting gat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Supposing him and Charlie dead,</p> -<p class="verse0">Though it was two others in their stead.</p> -<p class="verse0">So all the parties far and near,</p> -<p class="verse0">To Fort-Augustus did retire:</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet some of them were soon sent back</p> -<p class="verse0">To burn and plunder, and to take</p> -<p class="verse0">Some great offenders, as Barrisdale,</p> -<p class="verse0">In which attempts they oft did fail:</p> -<p class="verse0">For although the Duke’s to London gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">Burning and plunder still went on.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now, the Prince into Loch-aber went,</p> -<p class="verse0">The seat of Lochiel, where he was bent</p> -<p class="verse0">To know if he in life might be,</p> -<p class="verse0">As word of’s death o’er all did flee,</p> -<p class="verse0">And the Prince’s death so struck Lochiel,</p> -<p class="verse0">That neither did bemoan himsel;</p> -<p class="verse0">But each lamented for the other,</p> -<p class="verse0">And wept as one would for a mother:</p> -<p class="verse0">But when they heard both were alive,</p> -<p class="verse0">To meet in haste they did contrive,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being only twenty miles between,</p> -<p class="verse0">His brother, the doctor, did them conveen,</p> -<p class="verse0">With the other brother, John the priest,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Who had sincerely been in quest,</p> -<p class="verse0">Through many a mountain, wood and glen,</p> -<p class="verse0">And found him out with eager pain,</p> -<p class="verse0">Into a hut, built in a wood,</p> -<p class="verse0">Near Achnasual where it stood.</p> -<p class="verse0">Charles at a distance did them spy,</p> -<p class="verse0">Made him and Achnasual fly,</p> -<p class="verse0">Not knowing what kind of men they were,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nor what might be their business there;</p> -<p class="verse0">But being inform’d, soon turn’d again,</p> -<p class="verse0">Embrac’d with tears in tender strain,</p> -<p class="verse0">And hearing that Lochiel was well,</p> -<p class="verse0">His heart-felt joy did not conceal.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Prince was now in a poor dress,</p> -<p class="verse0">Poverty’s picture in distress,</p> -<p class="verse0">A black coat with many patches,</p> -<p class="verse0">Barefooted, and wanting breeches,</p> -<p class="verse0">No signs of roy’lty or pride,</p> -<p class="verse0">A durk and pistol by his side,</p> -<p class="verse0">All weather-beaten, his gun in’s hand,</p> -<p class="verse0">Like a Gibeonite, once in Canaan.</p> -<p class="verse0">They had kill’d a cow the day before,</p> -<p class="verse0">Kept a pudding feast, you may be sure,</p> -<p class="verse0">Part of it roast, part of it sodden:</p> -<p class="verse0">But here no bread was to be gotten,</p> -<p class="verse0">No meal nor salt could there be bought;</p> -<p class="verse0">But what’s from Fort-Augustus brought.</p> -<p class="verse0">One man they had was passing free,</p> -<p class="verse0">Came home by chance, <em>right cannilie</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">With a horse-load of provision,</p> -<p class="verse0">Meal and salt, bread and <em>snishen</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">And with him brought a printed News,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which did their whole attentions rouze,</p> -<p class="verse0">How the young Pretender and Lochiel,</p> -<p class="verse0">O’er Corriarick, had pass’d that fell,</p> -<p class="verse0">That they were both alive again,</p> -<p class="verse0">And with them thirty armed men:</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">This caus’d him longer to abide,</p> -<p class="verse0">As safely there he could reside,</p> -<p class="verse0">If a new searching should ensue,</p> -<p class="verse0">His watchmen here were good and true,</p> -<p class="verse0">Dismis’t Glenaladale for home,</p> -<p class="verse0">With the men came from Glen-Morriston,</p> -<p class="verse0">Kept with him only Captain MacRow,</p> -<p class="verse0">Cameron the priest, and other two,</p> -<p class="verse0">With Cluny’s children, they kept the hut,</p> -<p class="verse0">And tour about on watch were put.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">About this time from Dunkirk came</p> -<p class="verse0">Sixty gentlemen, who in a band</p> -<p class="verse0">As volunteers had freely join’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">To bring him from the British ground.</p> -<p class="verse0">At Polliver, in Seaforth’s country,</p> -<p class="verse0">Four of them landed privately,</p> -<p class="verse0">The rest, on sea, kept hov’ring round;</p> -<p class="verse0">And left a signal, how to be found,</p> -<p class="verse0">And where they were for to bring to:</p> -<p class="verse0">These were their orders how to do.</p> -<p class="verse0">Soon after two of them were ta’en,</p> -<p class="verse0">One Fitzgerald, called by name,</p> -<p class="verse0">An officer belong’d to Spain,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was hanged up at Fort-William,</p> -<p class="verse0">Proven to be a Flander’s spy,</p> -<p class="verse0">Judg’d for same end, he came that way.</p> -<p class="verse0">The other was Monsuer de Berards,</p> -<p class="verse0">An officer of the French guards,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who from the gallows was befrien’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">And by cartel again redeem’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">The other two wandered about,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till Lochgarie sent, and found them out;</p> -<p class="verse0">Strangers they seem’d, but who could know</p> -<p class="verse0">Whether that they were friend or foe?</p> -<p class="verse0">Captain MacRow did them invite,</p> -<p class="verse0">At Lochgarie’s with him to meet,</p> -<p class="verse0">To him they plainly did unfold</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">From whence they came, and that they would</p> -<p class="verse0">Fain see the Prince, or yet Lochiel,</p> -<p class="verse0">Having letters to them and words to tell,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or else to one call’d Captain Drummond,</p> -<p class="verse0">And more they would reveal to no man.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Lochgarie judg’d they might be spies,</p> -<p class="verse0">Strove to be cautious and wise,</p> -<p class="verse0">First he sent them to Lochiel,</p> -<p class="verse0">With what suspicion he had himsel:</p> -<p class="verse0">Lochiel order’d the Prince to come in,</p> -<p class="verse0">Under the name of Captain Drummond,</p> -<p class="verse0">As they the Prince did never see,</p> -<p class="verse0">He told them where the two should be,</p> -<p class="verse0">Bade him a letter bring, as from him come,</p> -<p class="verse0">To tell their secrets unto him,</p> -<p class="verse0">And this the Prince actually did,</p> -<p class="verse0">Met in a hut, built in a wood,</p> -<p class="verse0">And kept converse with them a day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to meet Lochiel went on his way,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to consult what might be done,</p> -<p class="verse0">Out of Scotland once for to win:</p> -<p class="verse0">For the small ship the Frenchmen left,</p> -<p class="verse0">Quite off the coast were, all abaft,</p> -<p class="verse0">And never did at all appear:</p> -<p class="verse0">But forc’d homeward with dread to steer,</p> -<p class="verse0">And the officers, as I heard tell,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were kept, by orders of Lochiel,</p> -<p class="verse0">Most secretly into a hut,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until a ship was ready got.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">While the Prince yet at Clun’s hut lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">One morning, early of the day,</p> -<p class="verse0">A child of Clun’s came running in,</p> -<p class="verse0">Crying, “O-hon! the red coats and the gun!”</p> -<p class="verse0">Which caus’d them hurry out and see</p> -<p class="verse0">A party coming, and that right nigh:</p> -<p class="verse0">Cluny, John Cameron and his son</p> -<p class="verse0">Into the wood did quickly run.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Clun stood their motions to behold,</p> -<p class="verse0">The others ran to the Prince and told:</p> -<p class="verse0">He sleeping was in another hut,</p> -<p class="verse0">Farther in the wood and more remote;</p> -<p class="verse0">They plainly said, they were surrounded;</p> -<p class="verse0">Then up he rose, no wise confounded,</p> -<p class="verse0">Says he, My lads, review your guns,</p> -<p class="verse0">And let us die like Scotland’s sons,</p> -<p class="verse0">For me, I’ve been a shooter bred,</p> -<p class="verse0">To miss a mark I’m not afraid;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet we’ll escape them if we may,</p> -<p class="verse0">And live to see a better day.</p> -<p class="verse0">Captain MacRow and Clun’s old son</p> -<p class="verse0">Were in another hut alone,</p> -<p class="verse0">He sent for them, they came with speed,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to the hill did all proceed,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being eight in number, they were no more,</p> -<p class="verse0">Soldiers they saw above five score.</p> -<p class="verse0">But what gave them the most surprise,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was that the soldiers had past their spies,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which they had planted round about,</p> -<p class="verse0">Them to inform of every rout:</p> -<p class="verse0">This caus’d them be the more afraid,</p> -<p class="verse0">And think they surely were betray’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then a hill-top they march’d unto,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where of the party they had a view,</p> -<p class="verse0">And all around could no more spy,</p> -<p class="verse0">Than what were of the first party.</p> -<p class="verse0">Next to Mallantagart’s top they flee,</p> -<p class="verse0">High above the braes of Glenkengie;</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Cameron, the priest, and Clun’s son,</p> -<p class="verse0">To make discov’ry did backward run.</p> -<p class="verse0">Two hundred men had gone that way,</p> -<p class="verse0">Headed by Knockardo of Strathspey,</p> -<p class="verse0">A going to plunder Barrisdale,</p> -<p class="verse0">And of Clun’s ten cow’s left not a tail,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which he few days before had bought,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">When burnt his house and left him nought,</p> -<p class="verse0">And yet they thought it was no crime,</p> -<p class="verse0">To plunder him a second time,</p> -<p class="verse0">The very hut they rummaged,</p> -<p class="verse0">Out of which they had lately fled.</p> -<p class="verse0">Clun in the wood all the while lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">And saw them drive his cows away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until perceiving they were gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then he return’d crying, Oh-hon</p> -<p class="verse0">What, Shall I e’er thus plunder’d be?</p> -<p class="verse0">For shelter now, where shall I flee?</p> -<p class="verse0">Went with his son for bread and cheese,</p> -<p class="verse0">Four bottles of whisk they did not seize:</p> -<p class="verse0">His stores all under ground were hid,</p> -<p class="verse0">Cover’d with turff into the wood.</p> -<p class="verse0">Being midnight ere they reach’d the spot,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where Charles lay trembling and wet,</p> -<p class="verse0">They drank the whisk and eat the cheese,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then of the heather made a <em>bleeze</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">When day came in, <em>beek’d</em> by the sun,</p> -<p class="verse0">They lay and slept till afternoon:</p> -<p class="verse0">Then took their travels that very night,</p> -<p class="verse0">To Achnacarie came full right,</p> -<p class="verse0">Through water to their <em>cleavings</em> high,</p> -<p class="verse0">Dark was the night, they could not see.</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon the morrow they kill’d a cow,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whereof they fill’d their bellies fu’,</p> -<p class="verse0">Without bread, salt or sallad,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sweet hunger relished their palate;</p> -<p class="verse0">They told the flesh, bread was before,</p> -<p class="verse0">And thankful were they had such store,</p> -<p class="verse0">The country being burnt, and plunder’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">And here to live no way they had.</p> -<p class="verse0">On the next day Lochgarie came,</p> -<p class="verse0">And with him doctor Cameron,</p> -<p class="verse0">On their return back from Lochiel,</p> -<p class="verse0">They bade the Prince for safety still,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">To cross the hills near Badenoch;</p> -<p class="verse0">For Athole <em>braes</em> were safe enough,</p> -<p class="verse0">Among good friends could <em>skulk</em> a while,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till time was found to leave this isle,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whereat the Prince was well content,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to their journey then they went,</p> -<p class="verse0">Travell’d by night and slept by day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Through many a <em>glen</em> and <em>awkward</em> way.</p> -<p class="verse0">Lochiel and he again did meet,</p> -<p class="verse0">And loud they cry’d like infants sweet,</p> -<p class="verse0">Contrived now what should be done,</p> -<p class="verse0">Once more all hazards for to run.</p> -<p class="verse0">His brother the priest, of modest mouth,</p> -<p class="verse0">To hire a vessel they sent south,</p> -<p class="verse0">To take them off from the north shore;</p> -<p class="verse0">Because that coast was watch’d no more.</p> -<p class="verse0">But ere that he could get that done,</p> -<p class="verse0">They found another of safer run,</p> -<p class="verse0">On north and west they watches set,</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon the French ships for to wait,</p> -<p class="verse0">Still thinking that the Dunkirk sloop,</p> -<p class="verse0">Might yet be hov’ring round about,</p> -<p class="verse0">From which the Frenchmen did come,</p> -<p class="verse0">And still attempt, to take them home:</p> -<p class="verse0">Their signals to many ships they us’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">But ne’er a one to answer chus’d.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now col’nel Warren had got to France,</p> -<p class="verse0">And brought a privateer from Nantz,</p> -<p class="verse0">With three hundred and forty men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Well arm’d, with thirty guns and ten</p> -<p class="verse0">Of carr’ge and swivels which she bore,</p> -<p class="verse0">The best sailer he could procure,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Bellona, of St. Maloes by name,</p> -<p class="verse0">To anchor in Loch Moidart came,</p> -<p class="verse0">And here the col’nel came on shore,</p> -<p class="verse0">To a house where he had been before,</p> -<p class="verse0">About the Prince for to enquire,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">By chance the watch was waiting there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who knew what rout the Prince was gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">And made it to the col’nel known,</p> -<p class="verse0">Besides these officers of note,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who now were lurking in a hut.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to the Prince express he sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Now was the time for his intent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who did set out that very night,</p> -<p class="verse0">And message sent to all he might,</p> -<p class="verse0">With speed at Moidart to appear,</p> -<p class="verse0">With Warren, on board of privateer,</p> -<p class="verse0">The two officers likewise came,</p> -<p class="verse0">And met the Prince, who dash’d their frame,</p> -<p class="verse0">Because with him they’d been so free,</p> -<p class="verse0">When they took him Drummond to be.</p> -<p class="verse0">But nevertheless he smil’d it over,</p> -<p class="verse0">Hoping from suff’rings they’d all recover.</p> -<p class="verse0">All who came, did haste on board,</p> -<p class="verse0">Last went himself, then sheath’d his sword,</p> -<p class="verse0">Regretted sore, he was so kind,</p> -<p class="verse0">So many suff’rers left behind.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> -<h3><a name="CHAP_XIII" id="CHAP_XIII"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. XIII.</a></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>Arrives at France. Reception there.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Thus on September the twenti’th day,</p> -<p class="verse0">He from Loch-Moidart sail’d away,</p> -<p class="verse0">The wind was low, the waves were kind,</p> -<p class="verse0">To clear the land they much inclin’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">No tempests rag’d as in times before,</p> -<p class="verse0">As now the blast of Fate was o’er,</p> -<p class="verse0">No foes on sea did them perplex,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till safe at Roscort, near Morlaix,</p> -<p class="verse0">They on the twenty-ninth did land,</p> -<p class="verse0">Poor Charlie and his broken band,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Who all had surely been bewitch’d</p> -<p class="verse0">By Spaniards and the subtile French,</p> -<p class="verse0">They then to Paris did proceed,</p> -<p class="verse0">To be refitted, great was their need.</p> -<p class="verse0">He went <em>incog.</em> into Versailles,</p> -<p class="verse0">With no attendance at his heels,</p> -<p class="verse0">Receiv’d by King and Queen of France,</p> -<p class="verse0">To them he told his mournful chance,</p> -<p class="verse0">His sufferings they’re surpris’d to hear,</p> -<p class="verse0">And a thousand welcomes did appear.</p> -<p class="verse0">So for his honour, I understand,</p> -<p class="verse0">A <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Feu de joy</i> they did command,</p> -<p class="verse0">That he should in procession come,</p> -<p class="verse0">With sound of trumpet, beat of drum.</p> -<p class="verse0">In the first coach there was conducted,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Og’lvie, Elcho, and Glen-Bucket;</p> -<p class="verse0">And with the Prince, there next came on</p> -<p class="verse0">Lochiel, and lord Lewis Gordon,</p> -<p class="verse0">Pages around, with ten footmen,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Prince of Wales’ liv’ry on them,</p> -<p class="verse0">Kept by the Prince on ev’ry side,</p> -<p class="verse0">While thousands did admire their pride.——</p> -<p class="verse0">Here Kelly who broke London tower,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Stafford, late from Newgate bower,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who both from prison stole away,</p> -<p class="verse0">And in Britain could no longer stay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Young Lochiel brought up the rear,</p> -<p class="verse0">With three gentlemen of the bed chamber.</p> -<p class="verse0">These did all on horseback prance,</p> -<p class="verse0">In procession to the court of France.</p> -<p class="verse0">That night the Prince supt with the King,</p> -<p class="verse0">In Loch-aber the like he had not seen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nor yet in Uist, fainting for fault,</p> -<p class="verse0">When glad of <em>brochan</em> wanting salt.</p> -<p class="verse0">He hir’d a fine house, <em>The Theatine</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which stands upon the banks of Seine,</p> -<p class="verse0">A river does through Paris run,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Ev’n as the Thames does through London.</p> -<p class="verse0">His nobles all commissions got,</p> -<p class="verse0">And form’d new reg’ments, Did they not,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Scots, English, and Irish too,</p> -<p class="verse0">Fought well at Vall, and stood full true?</p> -<p class="verse0">The British troops they did not spare,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which was not altogether fair,</p> -<p class="verse0">Commanded by Og’lvie and Lochiel;</p> -<p class="verse0">But Charles took no command himsel.</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Incog.</em> he once to Madrid went;</p> -<p class="verse0">But soon return’d, right ill content:</p> -<p class="verse0">For about this time his brother <em>gat</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">From Rome’s Bishop a Card’nal’s hat,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which does not any honour bring,</p> -<p class="verse0">To Princes of Protestant spring,</p> -<p class="verse0">In connexion with such a See</p> -<p class="verse0">No Protestant can ever be.</p> -<p class="verse0">At this great Charles was much chagrin’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Would hear no more of him as friend,</p> -<p class="verse0">Omitted ev’n to drink his health,</p> -<p class="verse0">Meaning he’d pledge his soul for wealth.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">While he at Paris did reside,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were silver and copper medals made,</p> -<p class="verse0">With an inscription thus exprest,</p> -<p class="verse0">“<span class="smcap">Carolus Walliae Princeps</span>.”</p> -<p class="verse0">This in letters round the head,</p> -<p class="verse0">On the reverse <span class="smcap">Britannia</span>, read,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then ships with this motto you’d see,</p> -<p class="verse0">“<span class="smcap" lang="la" xml:lang="la">Amor et Spes Britanniae</span>.”</p> -<p class="verse0">This did offend the French grandees,</p> -<p class="verse0">And did the King himself displease:</p> -<p class="verse0">It did inform them, that he thought,</p> -<p class="verse0">His pay was poor for what he wrought.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">So here we leave him now to rest,</p> -<p class="verse0">And view his friends sorely distrest,</p> -<p class="verse0">And brought to desolation,</p> -<p class="verse0">Through this deluding cause alone:</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Schemes of the Devil, Pope and Spain,</p> -<p class="verse0">And French delusion, trust not again</p> -<p class="verse0">You brave Scots-men, I pray beware</p> -<p class="verse0">Of being trick’d into such war.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now when this campaign ended was,</p> -<p class="verse0">Troops did to winter quarters pass,</p> -<p class="verse0">Hessians set out for Germany,</p> -<p class="verse0">And at Burnt island put to sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where some other reg’ments also went,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Flanders war being still extant.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> -<h3><a name="CHAP_XIV" id="CHAP_XIV"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. XIV.</a></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>Trial and Execution of severals at Kensington, Brampton, and -Carlisle.——The Lords Kilmarnock, Cromartie, Balmerino, -Lovat, and Charles Ratcliff.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Poor Scotland yet did sigh and moan,</p> -<p class="verse0">Because her suff’rings were not gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">A time of trial for her deeds,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where many lost their hearts and heads.</p> -<p class="verse0">The mildest was Kensington muir,</p> -<p class="verse0">Not far from London to be sure,</p> -<p class="verse0">Seventeen officers by the neck</p> -<p class="verse0">Were hung like dogs, without respect:</p> -<p class="verse0">No clergy benefit, or Psalms at a’,</p> -<p class="verse0">Cheer’d by the mob with loud huzza:</p> -<p class="verse0">Elev’n at York, shar’d the same fate:</p> -<p class="verse0">Seven at Penrith, thus too were treat:</p> -<p class="verse0">Six at Brampton likewise fell:</p> -<p class="verse0">And nine were butcher’d at Carlisle:</p> -<p class="verse0">Many were sent to the Plantations,</p> -<p class="verse0">To live among the savage nations,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which indeed was a milder act,</p> -<p class="verse0">Than what is in the following tract,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of these poor souls at Carlisle,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Whose execution was so vile,</p> -<p class="verse0">A wooden stage they did erect,</p> -<p class="verse0">And first, half strangl’d by the neck,</p> -<p class="verse0">A fire upon the stage was born,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their hearts out of their breasts were torn,</p> -<p class="verse0">The privy part unspared was,</p> -<p class="verse0">Cut off, and dash’d into their face,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then expanded into the fire;</p> -<p class="verse0">But such a sight I’ll ne’er desire,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some beholders swooned away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Others stood mute, had nought to say,</p> -<p class="verse0">And some of a more brutish nature,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did shout <em>Huzza</em>, to seal the matter,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some a mourning turn’d about</p> -<p class="verse0">A praying for their souls, no doubt,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some curs’d the butcher, Haxam Willie,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who without remorse used his <em>gullie</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">And for the same a pension got,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus butchering the <em>Rebel Scot</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">God keep all foes, and friends of mine,</p> -<p class="verse0">From death of such a cruel kind:</p> -<p class="verse0">It did fulfil an English law;</p> -<p class="verse0">But such a sight I never saw.</p> -<p class="verse0">O! may it ever a warning be,</p> -<p class="verse0">From rebellious mobs, to keep us free!</p> -<p class="verse0">My dear Scots-men, a warning take,</p> -<p class="verse0">Superior pow’rs not to forsake,</p> -<p class="verse0">Mind the Apostle’s words, of law and love,</p> -<p class="verse0">Saying, <em>All power is giv’n from above</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">’Tis by will of heav’n kings do reign,</p> -<p class="verse0">The chain of Fate’s not rul’d by men.</p> -<p class="verse0">Every thing must serve its time,</p> -<p class="verse0">And so have kings of Stewart’s line.</p> -<p class="verse0">Methinks they’re fools, whate’er they be,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who draw their sword to stick the sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or call upon the wind to <em>bide</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Think not that strength will turn the tide;</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Though praying made the sun to stand,</p> -<p class="verse0">When help’d by an Almighty hand:</p> -<p class="verse0">All those who fight without offence,</p> -<p class="verse0">Get but a dreadful recompence:</p> -<p class="verse0">And those who trust in France or Spain,</p> -<p class="verse0">Are fools if e’er they do’t again:</p> -<p class="verse0">Witness poor Charlie and the Scots,</p> -<p class="verse0">What have they got, but bloody throats?</p> -<p class="verse0">Charlie’s from France banish’d, like a thief,</p> -<p class="verse0">A poor reward for his toil and grief.</p> -<p class="verse0">Poor simple Charles they have thee tricked,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thy wage is almost like the wicked.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now the trials were brought on,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of the Chiefs who had with Charlie gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">My lord Kilmarnock and Cromartie,</p> -<p class="verse0">In Westminster-Hall judged to be,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Lovat and Balmerino,</p> -<p class="verse0">One Mr. Ratcliff indicted also</p> -<p class="verse0">Before their peers, for high treason,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were to the bar brought, one by one,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lord Kilmarnock did first appear,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who humbly own’d his guilt was clear,</p> -<p class="verse0">Confess’d his folly, and heinousness,</p> -<p class="verse0">How obnoxious to punishment he was.</p> -<p class="verse0">For offences of so deep a dye,</p> -<p class="verse0">Begg’d they’d interceed with’s Majesty,</p> -<p class="verse0">That the unshaken fidelitie</p> -<p class="verse0">Of’s ancestors should remembred be,</p> -<p class="verse0">His father having been a steady one,</p> -<p class="verse0">In promoting the Revolution,</p> -<p class="verse0">Took active measures to secure</p> -<p class="verse0">The protestant succession to endure,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which keeps the kingdoms quiet and firm,</p> -<p class="verse0">From arbitrary and Popish harm:</p> -<p class="verse0">This was well known for certain truth.</p> -<p class="verse0">His own ev’ry action from his youth,</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon the strictest enquiry</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Was a course of firmest loyalty,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until that very unhappy time,</p> -<p class="verse0">He was seduc’d with them to join,</p> -<p class="verse0">Soon after the battle of Preston,</p> -<p class="verse0">He by flatt’ry was prevail’d upon:</p> -<p class="verse0">That he bought no arms, listed no men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Persuaded none to join that train:</p> -<p class="verse0">He endeavour’d their rage to moderate,</p> -<p class="verse0">For sick and wounded med’cines <em>gat</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">And for prisoners begg’d lenity,</p> -<p class="verse0">This many a soldier could testify.</p> -<p class="verse0">That for his error he had feel’d smart,</p> -<p class="verse0">With pining grief and aching heart;</p> -<p class="verse0">Ev’n at Culloden, chus’d not to fly,</p> -<p class="verse0">But rather among the slain to ly:</p> -<p class="verse0">He wish’d Providence had aim’d a shot,</p> -<p class="verse0">That there to fall might been his lot,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ere he’d flee to foreign power for aid:</p> -<p class="verse0">No, that he never wou’d, he said:</p> -<p class="verse0">If he did so, conscience would tell,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Twas continuing in Rebellion still:</p> -<p class="verse0">He had seen a letter from the French court,</p> -<p class="verse0">The British Sovereign to exhort,</p> -<p class="verse0">In what a manner he should deal</p> -<p class="verse0">With such subjects as did rebel.</p> -<p class="verse0">But he abhorr’d the mediation</p> -<p class="verse0">Of any foreign intercession;</p> -<p class="verse0">’Pon his Majesty’s great clemency,</p> -<p class="verse0">For sacred mercy I rely,</p> -<p class="verse0">And if no favour’s to me shown,</p> -<p class="verse0">With resignation, I’ll lay down,</p> -<p class="verse0">My head upon the fatal block,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to receive the dreadful stroke,</p> -<p class="verse0">With my very last breath fervently pray,</p> -<p class="verse0">That th’ illustr’ous house of Hanover may,</p> -<p class="verse0">In peace and prosperity ever shine,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Britain rule, to th’ end of time.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The earl of Cromartie came next,</p> -<p class="verse0">While all their eyes were on him fixt,</p> -<p class="verse0">He begg’d their lordships for to hear,</p> -<p class="verse0">How ungrateful guilt brought him there,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which justly merited indignation,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of his Majesty, and all the nation.</p> -<p class="verse0">The treasonable offence, said he,</p> -<p class="verse0">He’d ne’er attempt to justifie,</p> -<p class="verse0">His plea did on their compassion ly,</p> -<p class="verse0">And his Majesty’s royal clemency:</p> -<p class="verse0">Appeal’d to his conduct in time bygone,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ere that unhappy Rebellion.</p> -<p class="verse0">Witness the commander at Inverness,</p> -<p class="verse0">And the lord President Forbes,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who knew his acts and loyal ways,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till seduc’d by designing phrase:</p> -<p class="verse0">His awful remorse, made him to fret</p> -<p class="verse0">Severely now, Alas! too late,</p> -<p class="verse0">Life and fortune valu’d not at all,</p> -<p class="verse0">But his loving wife, now drown’d in gall,</p> -<p class="verse0">With a babe unborn, of children eight,</p> -<p class="verse0">All brought to a most mournful plight,</p> -<p class="verse0">His eldest son with these must drie</p> -<p class="verse0">The penalties of his miserie,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Let these Objects of mercy be</p> -<p class="verse0">“Known to his most gracious Majestie,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Let innocent children now produce</p> -<p class="verse0">“Bowels of pity in this house,</p> -<p class="verse0">“As men of honour be men of feeling,</p> -<p class="verse0">“My griefs to you needs no revealing.”</p> -<p class="verse0">He pled his blood might quench his crime,</p> -<p class="verse0">That their inn’cence should be kept in mind,</p> -<p class="verse0">That those to mis’ry should not be brought,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who of his guilt had never thought:</p> -<p class="verse0">Since public justice would not let pass</p> -<p class="verse0">From him that cup of bitterness,</p> -<p class="verse0">Desir’d their Lordships to go on,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And said, <em>The will of God be done</em>.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then Balmerino next came on,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who, as friend or foe, regarded none;</p> -<p class="verse0">But star’d about, and look’d as bold,</p> -<p class="verse0">As he had been judge, that court to hold,</p> -<p class="verse0">And ’gainst them mov’d a point of law,</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>His indictment was not worth a straw,</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>As being in the county of Surry founded,</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>For acts of treason in Scotland grounded:</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Therefore should be in Scotland try’d</em>;</p> -<p class="verse0">But this the House of Lords deny’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">And said, <em>The British Parliament</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Rul’d over all the king’s extent</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">Therefore he’s forc’d to wave his plea;</p> -<p class="verse0">But not a fig regarded he,</p> -<p class="verse0">As mercy he scorn’d for to crave.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then all three sentence did receive,</p> -<p class="verse0">“To be beheaded on Tower-hill,</p> -<p class="verse0">(A humble bow they gave there-till,)</p> -<p class="verse0">“On the eighteenth August, Forty-Six,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Their heads be sever’d by an ax,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Quite from their bodies, on open stage,</p> -<p class="verse0">“To lose both life and heritage,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Their estates forfeit to the crown.”</p> -<p class="verse0">Which makes the babes unborn frown</p> -<p class="verse0">And parents folly to lament.</p> -<p class="verse0">So to the Tow’r they all were sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to prepare for their exit,</p> -<p class="verse0">And with a greater Judge to meet.</p> -<p class="verse0">Kilmarnock was as a Christian mov’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">The time though short he well improv’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">Balmerino took little thought,</p> -<p class="verse0">As by the Sacrament all was bought,</p> -<p class="verse0">And the externals of the book,</p> -<p class="verse0">His persuasion did no farther look.</p> -<p class="verse0">When the Dead-warrant was to him sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">To Cromartie they did present</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">A remit for life and libertie;</p> -<p class="verse0">But the other two Lords were to die.</p> -<p class="verse0">While Balmerino at dinner sat,</p> -<p class="verse0">The tidings came, how, and what</p> -<p class="verse0">Was to be done on the next day,</p> -<p class="verse0">His lady rose and swoon’d away;</p> -<p class="verse0">He rose from’s chair, says, You’re distracted,</p> -<p class="verse0">It is no more than I expected,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sit down, my lady, and did constrain her,</p> -<p class="verse0">It shall not make me lose my dinner,</p> -<p class="verse0">I know we all were born to die,</p> -<p class="verse0">From death at last, where can we flee?</p> -<p class="verse0">By his mild words she kept her seat;</p> -<p class="verse0">But ne’er a bit at all could eat.</p> -<p class="verse0">He took the Sacrament, they say,</p> -<p class="verse0">After th’ Episcopalian way,</p> -<p class="verse0">With a Roman courage and resolution,</p> -<p class="verse0">Boldly waited his dissolution,</p> -<p class="verse0">And of his fate oft made a jest,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which to English eyes wou’d be a feast.</p> -<p class="verse0">He often walked without his coat</p> -<p class="verse0">With shirt open about his throat,</p> -<p class="verse0">One of his friends unto him told,</p> -<p class="verse0">He’d wrong his health by getting cold,</p> -<p class="verse0">To which he answered again,</p> -<p class="verse0">The lease of it was near an end,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Twas the height of folly to repair,</p> -<p class="verse0">For all the time it had to wear.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">On the next day, the stage being erect,</p> -<p class="verse0">All rail’d about and hung with black,</p> -<p class="verse0">A thousand foot-guards march’d theretil,</p> -<p class="verse0">And form’d betwixt the Tow’r and hill.</p> -<p class="verse0">The stage within the line enclos’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">A full free passage so compos’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">The horse Grenadiers posted without,</p> -<p class="verse0">As to <em>awe</em> the crowd they were more stout,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus was it fixt right near until</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">The Transport-office at Tow’r-hill,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which, that day, was hir’d for reception,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until they went to execution.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">About the hour of ten o’clock,</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon the stage they fixt the block,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which cover’d also was with black,</p> -<p class="verse0">And of saw dust had several sack,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to sprinkle upon the blood,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being judged for that purpose good:</p> -<p class="verse0">Their covered coffins within the rails,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ornamented with gilded nails,</p> -<p class="verse0">And plates, with their inscription,</p> -<p class="verse0">Were fixed upon ev’ry one—</p> -<p class="verse0">’Twas thus upon Kilmarnock’s plate,</p> -<p class="verse0">In Capital Letters engraved,</p> -<p class="verse2"><span class="smcap">Gulielmus Comes de Kilmarnock</span>,</p> -<p class="verse4"><span class="smcap">Decollatus</span> 18<em>mo.</em> <span class="smcap">Augusti,</span></p> -<p class="verse2"><span class="smcap">Anno Dom, M, DCC, XLVI</span>.</p> -<p class="verse6"><span class="smcap">Aetat. Suae, XLII.</span></p> -<p class="verse0">His Coronet was thereto added,</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon the plates likewise engraved,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Balmerino’s inscription,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was deeply grav’d the plate upon.</p> -<p class="verse2"><span class="smcap">Arthurus Dominus de Balmerino</span>,</p> -<p class="verse4"><span class="smcap">Decollatus</span> 18<em>mo.</em> <span class="smcap">Augusti,</span></p> -<p class="verse2"><span class="smcap">Anno Dom, M, DCC, XLVI</span>.</p> -<p class="verse6"><span class="smcap">Aetat. Suae LVIII.</span></p> -<p class="verse0">Thus plac’d in a conspicuous light,</p> -<p class="verse0">With a Baron’s coronet shining bright.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then after ten, near half an hour,</p> -<p class="verse0">The two Sheriffs went to the Tow’r,</p> -<p class="verse0">Knock’d at the gate, the Porter cry’d,</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>What do you want?</em> They then reply’d,</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>The bodies of these Lords two,</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Kilmarnock and Balmerino.</em></p> -<p class="verse0">The Lieutenants and his Wardens brought</p> -<p class="verse0">These two Lords for whom they sought,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And got receipts for each of them,</p> -<p class="verse0">As usual is to give the same.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">And as they past out from the Tower,</p> -<p class="verse0">(’Tis usually said as they leave the door,)</p> -<p class="verse0">God bless King George, the Warder cry’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">God bless K——g J——s, Balmerino reply’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">But Kilmarnock made a humble bow,</p> -<p class="verse0">For Balmerino, seem’d nought to rue,</p> -<p class="verse0">His regimentals and all was on,</p> -<p class="verse0">The same as he had at Culloden.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now, this procession slowly steers,</p> -<p class="verse0">Under a guard of musqueteers,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Sheriffs and their officers,</p> -<p class="verse0">Tow’r-hamlets and tip-staves in pairs,</p> -<p class="verse0">Two hearses and a mourning coach,</p> -<p class="verse0">All to the scaffold did approach,</p> -<p class="verse0">Three clergymen were there also,</p> -<p class="verse0">The one with Balmerino</p> -<p class="verse0">Was of the Episcopalian strain,</p> -<p class="verse0">Th’ others were Presbyterian men,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who had of late from Scotland come,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their names were Forester and Hume,</p> -<p class="verse0">They did upon Kilmarnock wait,</p> -<p class="verse0">Assisting in his last exit.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Unto the tavern first they went,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where some time in devotion spent,</p> -<p class="verse0">And taking of their friends farewel</p> -<p class="verse0">Tears did anguish and grief reveal:</p> -<p class="verse0">As to the tavern they did go,</p> -<p class="verse0">Some ask’d, Which is Balmerino?</p> -<p class="verse0">He turn’d about and <em>smiling says</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">I’m Balmerino, if you please.</p> -<p class="verse0">In the inn they’re put in sep’rate rooms,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where mourning was, and heavy moans.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then Balmerino he did require</p> -<p class="verse0">A conference with Kilmarnock there.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then said, “My Lord, before we go,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">“One thing of you I want to know,</p> -<p class="verse0">“That of it the world we may convince;</p> -<p class="verse0">“Heard you of orders from our Prince,</p> -<p class="verse0">“If we had Culloden battle won,</p> -<p class="verse0">“That quarters should be giv’n to none?”</p> -<p class="verse0">To which Kilmarnock answer’d, NO;</p> -<p class="verse0">NOR I, Sir; cry’d Balmerino,</p> -<p class="verse0">“It seems this on invention borders,</p> -<p class="verse0">“To justify this way of murders.”</p> -<p class="verse0">“No, said the Earl, “by inference just,</p> -<p class="verse0">“To tell the truth, for so we must,</p> -<p class="verse0">“While prisoners at Inverness,</p> -<p class="verse0">“I heard some officers express,</p> -<p class="verse0">“That an order was sign’d by George Murray</p> -<p class="verse0">“Of such a nature as what you say,</p> -<p class="verse0">“That’s Grace the Duke had it to show:</p> -<p class="verse0">“More of the matter I do not know.”</p> -<p class="verse0">“If Murray (said he) did the same,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Why did they give the Prince the blame?”</p> -<p class="verse0">And then a final farewel took,</p> -<p class="verse0">And parted with a mournful look,</p> -<p class="verse0">“I’m sorry (he cry’d) as he was gone,</p> -<p class="verse0">“That I cannot pay this score alone,”</p> -<p class="verse0">Then turning round upon his heel,</p> -<p class="verse0">For time, my friend, For ay farewel.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Kilmarnock some time in pray’r spent,</p> -<p class="verse0">While tears did flow from all present,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then took a glass to cool his heart,</p> -<p class="verse0">Before he did the room depart.</p> -<p class="verse0">The warrand him mention’d first to go,</p> -<p class="verse0">And being inform’d it must be so,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to the stage he did approach,</p> -<p class="verse0">Seeing the hearse, coffins, mourning coach,</p> -<p class="verse0">The dreadful block, edg’d instrument,</p> -<p class="verse0">With the executioner and crowd’s lament,</p> -<p class="verse0">He paus’d a while, and thus said he,</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>O Hume, ’tis terrible this to me!</em></p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">His pale countenance, contrite demure,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did pity from all around procure,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being tall and graceful, cloth’d in black,</p> -<p class="verse0">In a praying posture, mildly spake,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which did the multitude surprize,</p> -<p class="verse0">While brinish tears showr’d from their eyes,</p> -<p class="verse0">And many said, <em>He’s dying well,</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Howe’er he liv’d we cannot tell</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">The head cutter first took a glass,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then came to ask him forgiv’ness;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet drink did not quite drown his fears,</p> -<p class="verse0">At the awful scene he burst in tears:</p> -<p class="verse0">But the Earl bade him not be afraid,</p> -<p class="verse0">As it must be done by some, he said,</p> -<p class="verse0">Gave him five guineas in a purse,</p> -<p class="verse0">And bade him strike without remorse,</p> -<p class="verse0">When I let my handkerchief fall,</p> -<p class="verse0">Do you proceed by that signal.</p> -<p class="verse0">With eyes and hands lift up in pray’r,</p> -<p class="verse0">Most earnestly he did require,</p> -<p class="verse0">The pray’rs of’s greatest enemie,</p> -<p class="verse0">And all the crowd around that be,</p> -<p class="verse0">In the fatal moment of <em>exit</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">That <span class="smcap">Jesus</span> might receive his sp’rit,</p> -<p class="verse0">Pray’d for King George most fervently,</p> -<p class="verse0">And bless’d his royal Family.</p> -<p class="verse0">As he promis’d to do at his end,</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon that day he was condemn’d.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then for the block he did prepare,</p> -<p class="verse0">His gentleman ty’d up his hair,</p> -<p class="verse0">Took off the bag and the big coat,</p> -<p class="verse0">His neck made bare all ’round the throat,</p> -<p class="verse0">On a black cushion he kneel’d down,</p> -<p class="verse0">While friends stood weeping all around:</p> -<p class="verse0">The mournings off the rails they threw,</p> -<p class="verse0">That all around might have a view,</p> -<p class="verse0">His neck right on the block it lay,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">With hands stretcht out to swim away,</p> -<p class="verse0">And when he let the handkerchief go,</p> -<p class="verse0">He did receive the fatal blow,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which cut the head off to a tack</p> -<p class="verse0">Of skin, cut by a second hack.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Thus did a brave Lord end his days,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whose head was kept upon red baize,</p> -<p class="verse0">And with his body in coffin laid,</p> -<p class="verse0">By Forester with his servants aid,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which quickly to the hearse they bore,</p> -<p class="verse0">And clear’d the block and stage of gore,</p> -<p class="verse0">By sprinkling fresh saw-dust thereon,</p> -<p class="verse0">That sign of slaughter there was none.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then Balmerino he came forth,</p> -<p class="verse0">Like a bold hero from the North,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who of death itself was not afraid,</p> -<p class="verse0">At least, he show’d but small regard,</p> -<p class="verse0">Cloth’d in his regimental <em>Blue</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Trimmed with gold, a warlike hue.</p> -<p class="verse0">He pray’d to God, and mercy sought;</p> -<p class="verse0">But fear of men was past his thought:</p> -<p class="verse0">Drank to’s friends ere he left the room,</p> -<p class="verse0">And charg’d them all for to drink round,</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Ain degree to heaven for me</em></p> -<p class="verse0">And wish’d them better times to see:</p> -<p class="verse0">Then said, <em>Gentlemen a long adieu,</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>I’m detaining both myself and you</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to the scaffold he went full brief,</p> -<p class="verse0">No signs of sorrow, fear or grief,</p> -<p class="verse0">And round it walk’d a turn or two,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where he saw acquaintance, gave a bow:</p> -<p class="verse0">The inscription on his coffin read,</p> -<p class="verse0">Said, <em>That is right</em>, and shook his head.</p> -<p class="verse0">The block he call’d, His pillow of rest,</p> -<p class="verse0">And said, That ax has been well drest,</p> -<p class="verse0">The executioner’s shoulder did clap,</p> -<p class="verse0">And said, My friend, give a free chap,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">You ask my pardon, but that’s a fable,</p> -<p class="verse0">Your business is commendable:</p> -<p class="verse0">Here’s but three guineas, it is not much;</p> -<p class="verse0">For in my life I ne’er was rich,</p> -<p class="verse0">I’m sorry I can add no more to it,</p> -<p class="verse0">But my coat and vest, I will allow it,</p> -<p class="verse0">The buttons, indeed, they are but brass;</p> -<p class="verse0">But do thy bus’ness ne’ertheless,</p> -<p class="verse0">Stript off his coat and neck-cloth too,</p> -<p class="verse0">And them upon his coffin threw:</p> -<p class="verse0">A flannel waist-coat then put on,</p> -<p class="verse0">With a tartan cap his head upon,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then said, For honour of the Clan,</p> -<p class="verse0">This day I die as a Scots-man.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then adjusted his posture on the block,</p> -<p class="verse0">Shewing his signal for the stroke,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was by dropping of his arms down:</p> -<p class="verse0">Then turning to his friends aroun’,</p> -<p class="verse0">He once more of them took farewel,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to the crowd around did wheel,</p> -<p class="verse0">Perhaps you’ll think that I’m too bold,</p> -<p class="verse0">This to a gentleman he told,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whom he perceived standing near,</p> -<p class="verse0">But, Sir, I solemnly declare,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Tis all through confidence in God,</p> -<p class="verse0">A sound conscience, and cause avow’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">If I dissemble with signs of fear,</p> -<p class="verse0">I were unworthy of dying here.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then to the executioner said,</p> -<p class="verse0">Strike resolute and have no dread:</p> -<p class="verse0">For I’ll surely count you for a foe,</p> -<p class="verse0">Unless you give a hearty blow,</p> -<p class="verse0">To the stage side did then retire,</p> -<p class="verse0">And call’d the Warder to come nigh’r,</p> -<p class="verse0">Asking which was the hearse for him,</p> -<p class="verse0">Bade the driver come nearer in,</p> -<p class="verse0">Immediately kneel’d to the block,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Stretch’d out his arms, and thus he spoke,</p> -<p class="verse0">“O Lord reward my friends, he cries,</p> -<p class="verse0">“And now forgive mine enemies,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Receive my soul, good Lord, I crave,”</p> -<p class="verse0">So his arms fell, the signal gave.</p> -<p class="verse0">At this unlook’d for suddenness,</p> -<p class="verse0">Th’ executioner surpriz’d was,</p> -<p class="verse0">Did unprepar’d direct the blow,</p> -<p class="verse0">That deep enough it did not go,</p> -<p class="verse0">Before the second he turn’d his head,</p> -<p class="verse0">As if in anger his jaws they <em>gade</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Gnashing his teeth so veh’mently,</p> -<p class="verse0">The head went off by blows three.</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon red baize, the chopt-off head,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was in coffin with his body laid.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then the two hearses drove away,</p> -<p class="verse0">To the grave where Tullibardine lay,</p> -<p class="verse0">In St. Peter’s Church, into the Tower,</p> -<p class="verse0">Is these three Scots Lords’ sepulchre,</p> -<p class="verse0">All for one cause, into one grave,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whom French delusion did deceive.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Next Charles Ratcliff was execute</p> -<p class="verse0">For an old heroic exploit,</p> -<p class="verse0">In the rebellious year fifteen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Had with his brother at Preston been,</p> -<p class="verse0">James the Earl of Derwentwater,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who likewise suffer’d for the matter.</p> -<p class="verse0">About thirty years before,</p> -<p class="verse0">He lost his life and land therefore,</p> -<p class="verse0">This Charles too was condemned;</p> -<p class="verse0">But he from Newgate safely fled,</p> -<p class="verse0">By slipping through a private door,</p> -<p class="verse0">Along with other thirteen more,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who by good fortune had the chance,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to get safe away to France:</p> -<p class="verse0">And he with King James went to Rome,</p> -<p class="verse0">And zealous Papist did become.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Twice return’d to England again,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thinking his pardon to obtain;</p> -<p class="verse0">But when he found it would not do,</p> -<p class="verse0">A French commission he clapt into,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there remain’d till Forty-Six,</p> -<p class="verse0">When he thought, as heir, to refix</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon the lands of Derwentwater;</p> -<p class="verse0">But yet he did not mend the matter:</p> -<p class="verse0">For as he did for Scotland steer,</p> -<p class="verse0">On board of a French privateer,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Sheerness catched him at sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">With Scots and Irish more than he,</p> -<p class="verse0">Bold officers for the Pretender,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who yet were forced to surrender.</p> -<p class="verse0">His Sire was Sir Francis of Derwentwater,</p> -<p class="verse0">By extract from a Royal fornicator:</p> -<p class="verse0">His mother’s name was Mary Tudor,</p> -<p class="verse0">From Charles the second, a nat’ral brooder,</p> -<p class="verse0">Her mother’s name was Mary Davis,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whom the King lov’d as any <em>mavis</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">By this he came of Stewarts’ line,</p> -<p class="verse0">And blood to blood doth much incline;</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet, b’ equivocation to get free,</p> -<p class="verse0">Deny’d himself Ratcliff to be,</p> -<p class="verse0">After the identic body’s prov’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">He for arrest of judgment mov’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Said, He was a French officer,</p> -<p class="verse0">Claim’d usage as a prisoner,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being taken in a lawful war,</p> -<p class="verse0">To touch him did them boldly dare:</p> -<p class="verse0">But all this prov’d of no effect,</p> -<p class="verse0">For the old crime he lost his neck,</p> -<p class="verse0">Committed in the year Fifteen,</p> -<p class="verse0">Though three and thirty years between.</p> -<p class="verse0">Upon December the eighth day,</p> -<p class="verse0">He to Tow’r-hill was led away</p> -<p class="verse0">Where stage and block they did up-fix,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And cut his head off at three licks,</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet of his death he was right vain,</p> -<p class="verse0">Gave his neck-cutter guineas ten.</p> -<p class="verse0">His coffin was made super-fine,</p> -<p class="verse0">Its handles all like gold did shine.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">In Roman faith he liv’d and pray’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">And in that sort of faith he dy’d:</p> -<p class="verse0">All seeming repentance he declin’d</p> -<p class="verse0">As in Purgatory to be refin’d:</p> -<p class="verse0">And had salvation so a cooking,</p> -<p class="verse0">As to think no more of death than ducking,</p> -<p class="verse0">Being so stout a Pope’s believer,</p> -<p class="verse0">Went to death as he would swim a river;</p> -<p class="verse0">The priest’ clear’d all the passes for him,</p> -<p class="verse0">Invok’d the saints full well to store him:</p> -<p class="verse0">So in his death there were no bands,</p> -<p class="verse0">Although his neck did feel some pains.</p> -<p class="verse0">He smil’d his coffin to look upon,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whereon was this inscription,</p> -<p class="verse2"><span class="smcap">Carolus Comes de Derwentwater</span>,</p> -<p class="verse4"><span class="smcap">Decollatus Die</span> 8<em>vo</em> <span class="smcap">Decembris,</span></p> -<p class="verse6"><span class="smcap">MDCCXLVI. Aetatis LIII.</span></p> -<p class="verse8"><em>Requiescat in pace.</em></p> -<p class="verse0">After the cutting off the head,</p> -<p class="verse0">His corpse were in the coffin laid,</p> -<p class="verse0">And carry’d back into the Tow’r,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where they lay till th’ eleventh hour,</p> -<p class="verse0">That a procession of mourning coaches,</p> -<p class="verse0">Unto St. Giles with him approaches,</p> -<p class="verse0">To the Earl of Derwentwater’s grave;</p> -<p class="verse0">And here poor Ratcliff we shall leave.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Now comes Lord Lovat, an aged man,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Chief of all the Frazer’s Clan,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was next before his Peers try’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Most of th’ impeachments he deny’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Half dead with age, and almost deaf,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which did them plague, and caus’d mischief:</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">For when they cry’d and cry’d again,</p> -<p class="verse0">He answer’d on some other strain,</p> -<p class="verse0">And told them, it was no fair trade,</p> -<p class="verse0">As he did not hear one word they said,</p> -<p class="verse0">And did not see what they could do,</p> -<p class="verse0">As he ’gainst George his sword ne’er drew;</p> -<p class="verse0">But always was governments’ friend:</p> -<p class="verse0">Therefore he wonder’d what they mean’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">In the year <em>Fifteen</em> it was well known,</p> -<p class="verse0">How much his loyalty was shown,</p> -<p class="verse0">In quenching that rebellious storm,</p> -<p class="verse0">What brave exploits he did perform.</p> -<p class="verse0">Now, said he, I’m old and <em>faild</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">And cannot walk without a <em>hald</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Without cause, ye need not my blood spill,</p> -<p class="verse0">For death right soon will come a will:</p> -<p class="verse0">If you judge I have been kind to foes,</p> -<p class="verse0">It is but what the world allows.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Yet his servants were witness led</p> -<p class="verse0">Of every deed done and said,</p> -<p class="verse0">In supporting the rebellious way,</p> -<p class="verse0">And so their proof bore heavy sway,</p> -<p class="verse0">What Charles drank that afternoon,</p> -<p class="verse0">When from Culloden he did run.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then for his life was no remead,</p> -<p class="verse0">He was condemn’d to lose his head,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which he bore in a heroic way,</p> -<p class="verse0">As an ancient Roman thus did say,</p> -<p class="verse0"><span class="smcap" lang="la" xml:lang="la">Dulce et decorum pro patria mori</span>,</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>’Tis sweet and glorious a patriot to die</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">The proof was strong, though he deny’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">His letters also were apply’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which he to Lord President sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">When he advis’d him to repent,</p> -<p class="verse0">And recal his son and men again,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which counsel he held all in vain,</p> -<p class="verse0">Saying, He had six hundred Frazers got,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">To guard his body from the King’s hate,</p> -<p class="verse0">And ask’d from whence such law could come,</p> -<p class="verse0">As punish a father for the son?</p> -<p class="verse0">If’s son and the young clan were lost,</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet of the old he made a boast,</p> -<p class="verse0">That if his person were attack’d</p> -<p class="verse0">His foes should be in collops hack’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Such were the brags in a letter sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was writ unto Lord President,</p> -<p class="verse0">When he advis’d him for his good,</p> -<p class="verse0">To call his clan from Charlie’s croud:</p> -<p class="verse0">Fight! that he would, and die at home,</p> -<p class="verse0">As it was not far unto his tomb.</p> -<p class="verse0">When dead, his countrywives he’d have</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Cronoch</em> to sing around his grave.</p> -<p class="verse0">Likewise he wrote, I understand,</p> -<p class="verse0">Unto the Duke of Cumberland,</p> -<p class="verse0">Reminding him, that he with joy,</p> -<p class="verse0">Us’d him to carry when a boy,</p> -<p class="verse0">Through Kingston park and Hampton Court</p> -<p class="verse0">And to his Royal Sire made sport.</p> -<p class="verse0">So, of his Grace he did demand</p> -<p class="verse0">The favour, but to kiss his hand,</p> -<p class="verse0">And told him he would do more good,</p> -<p class="verse0">Than what they really understood.</p> -<p class="verse0">Says he, ’twill be a better way,</p> -<p class="verse0">Than take a poor man’s life away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who cannot stand, ride or walk;</p> -<p class="verse0">But only ly, or sit and talk.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">To this the Duke no answer gave,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Tis like, he wish’d him in his grave.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">A zealous Roman did to him write,</p> -<p class="verse0">And had in him so great delight,</p> -<p class="verse0">That he offer’d to suffer in his stead,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whereat he smil’d, and jeering said,</p> -<p class="verse0">This man’s contrair Scripture, I see,</p> -<p class="verse0">For a righteous man one’ll hardly die:</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">But for me, indeed, I’se no regard;</p> -<p class="verse0">For I doubt he’ll hardly be preferr’d.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">When to the scaffold he was born,</p> -<p class="verse0">He looked round the croud with scorn:</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>Preserve me Sirs</em>, then did he say,</p> -<p class="verse0"><em>What’s brought a thir fowk here the day?</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>To see an auld grey head cut aff,</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>That canna gang, no wi’ a staff,</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>But maun be born here by men,</em></p> -<p class="verse0"><em>The like o’ this we ne’er did ken.</em></p> -<p class="verse0">Then view’d the hatchet and the block,</p> -<p class="verse0">Said, a strange way of killing fowk,</p> -<p class="verse0">To th’ executioner, said he too,</p> -<p class="verse0">There’s nae man works, friend, after you,</p> -<p class="verse0">But you’ll have a <em>kittle</em> job of me,</p> -<p class="verse0">My neck’s sae short, strike <em>cannilie</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Here’s a <em>bit</em> purse, <em>gi’t a guid drive</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">I needna wish your trade to <em>thrive</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then fell a scaffold which rais’d a roar,</p> -<p class="verse0">He did enquire the cause therefore:</p> -<p class="verse0">They said, A scaffold’s fall’n, and many kill’d.</p> -<p class="verse0">“<em>A-weel</em>, said he, Their time’s fulfill’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">“I thought, this day, to dy’d my <em>lane</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">“But the best of <em>fowk</em> will be <em>mistane</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">“I cannot say, I am sorry for’t,</p> -<p class="verse0">“For the mair mischief, the better sport.”</p> -<p class="verse0">Then after <em>Ave Maria</em> and pray’r,</p> -<p class="verse0">With <em>Salve Regina</em>, in a heroic air,</p> -<p class="verse0">He laid his head upon the block,</p> -<p class="verse0">And there receiv’d the fatal stroke,</p> -<p class="verse0">In the eighty-third year of his age,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus dy’d on Tow’r-hill, on open stage,</p> -<p class="verse0">Old Simon Frazer, Lord Lovat,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Gainst rebellious Plots a <em>Caveat</em>.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="CHAP_XV" id="CHAP_XV"></a><a href="#CONTENTS">CHAP. XV.</a></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>Conclusion. Charles interrupts the Congress. Is seized at the -Opera. Carried to the Castle of Vincennes. And forced -to leave France.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Now France was hemm’d on ev’ry side,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Charles’ reward was humbling’s pride.</p> -<p class="verse0">By sea, by land, poor France was done;</p> -<p class="verse0">She begg’d for peace to <em>draw her win</em>.</p> -<p class="verse0">No ship durst from her harbours steer,</p> -<p class="verse0">Man of war, merchant, or privateer,</p> -<p class="verse0">Her trade was stopt by sea and land,</p> -<p class="verse0">Bold Britain did the seas command:</p> -<p class="verse0">She sued for peace at any price,</p> -<p class="verse0">But Charles’ affairs made it right nice.</p> -<p class="verse0">At Aix la Chapelle did the Congress hold,</p> -<p class="verse0">And when Charles thereof was told,</p> -<p class="verse0">He protested ’gainst what might be done,</p> -<p class="verse0">In prejudice of his pretension:</p> -<p class="verse0">For all his titles he would keep still,</p> -<p class="verse0">Let Britain and France do what they will:</p> -<p class="verse0">And this perplexed Lewis sore,</p> -<p class="verse0">And anger’d Britain still the more,</p> -<p class="verse0">So with France no peace there could be made,</p> -<p class="verse0">While She the Pretender harboured:</p> -<p class="verse0">France durst not on her part say No,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lest she should get the fatal blow.</p> -<p class="verse0">Britain now ask what you will,</p> -<p class="verse0">France can promise and not fulfil.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">The Articles were all agreed,</p> -<p class="verse0">But neither sign’d nor ratify’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until poor Charlie was sent away,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which he postponed every day,</p> -<p class="verse0">And instead of hastening to go,</p> -<p class="verse0">He gave the King’s gold-smith to know,</p> -<p class="verse0">That he wanted a service of plate,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">At twenty thousand crowns in rate,</p> -<p class="verse0">Charg’d to be ready ’gainst such a day,</p> -<p class="verse0">Without excuses or delay.</p> -<p class="verse0">Before this work was well begun,</p> -<p class="verse0">Another the King must have as soon,</p> -<p class="verse0">This put the jeweller in dread,</p> -<p class="verse0">Straight to the Prince he did proceed,</p> -<p class="verse0">Told him the matter, begg’d more time,</p> -<p class="verse0">No, said he, the first order’s mine,</p> -<p class="verse0">Go to the King and let him know——</p> -<p class="verse0">Then said Lewis, <em>Let it be so</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thinking that he was going away,</p> -<p class="verse0">But yet this caus’d some more delay.</p> -<p class="verse0">The plate was made and to him sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ev’n by the King’s commandement,</p> -<p class="verse0">And his Comptroller the charge to pay,</p> -<p class="verse0">Hoping ’twould hasten him away:</p> -<p class="verse0">But Charles told him very plain,</p> -<p class="verse0">That he in France would still remain,</p> -<p class="verse0">For he had full right to do so <span class="pad2h">}</span></p> -<p class="verse0">By an alliance treaty long ago <span class="pad2">}</span></p> -<p class="verse0">And this he might let Lewis know. }</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">On this the King wrote straight to Rome,</p> -<p class="verse0">To advise what plan he might assume.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Pope and Pretender did approve,</p> -<p class="verse0">That Charles should from France remove.</p> -<p class="verse0">As the King for him would provide,</p> -<p class="verse0">At Tribourg, a palace to reside,</p> -<p class="verse0">On what yearly pension he should demand,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sent him a Blank from his own hand,</p> -<p class="verse0">To name the sum though e’er so high,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sign’d by’s most Christian Majesty.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Duke de Graves with it was sent,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who begg’d he’d write the sum’s content</p> -<p class="verse0">Into the Blank with his own pen,</p> -<p class="verse0">But down he threw it with disdain,</p> -<p class="verse0">Saying, Bills and Bonds will seem but froth,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">If Sovereigns cannot keep their troth.</p> -<p class="verse0">Then came the Count de Maurepas,</p> -<p class="verse0">With Charles to argument the cause;</p> -<p class="verse0">As it was the King’s express command,</p> -<p class="verse0">That he should forthwith leave the land,</p> -<p class="verse0">If he chus’d not in peace to do it,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their scheme was to compel him to it,</p> -<p class="verse0">That the ministry were greatly struck,</p> -<p class="verse0">At his behaviour and conduct,</p> -<p class="verse0">In stopping the whole of their affairs</p> -<p class="verse0">This is what the Count’s commission bears.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Your Ministry, cry’d he, with disdain,</p> -<p class="verse0">You’ll oblige me, tell your King and them,</p> -<p class="verse0">I’m born, I trust their schemes to break,</p> -<p class="verse0">And how to do’t, I could direct;</p> -<p class="verse0">But, I hope, the time will soon draw on,</p> -<p class="verse0">When that good work it will be done.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">About this time from London came,</p> -<p class="verse0">Two hostages of worthy fame,</p> -<p class="verse0">As pledges of the peace to be,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Articles to ratifie,</p> -<p class="verse0">While the French had none to London sent:</p> -<p class="verse0">At which the Prince a squib did vent,</p> -<p class="verse0">What! is Britain conquer’d, he did say,</p> -<p class="verse0">That their hostages are here away?</p> -<p class="verse0">And is <span class="smcap">French Faith</span> so current grown,</p> -<p class="verse0">That hostages they ask for none?</p> -<p class="verse0">This league shall yet like poor mine go,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which was sworn to a few years ago.</p> -<p class="verse0">This did the Ministry enrage,</p> -<p class="verse0">And nought’s for Charlie but the cage,</p> -<p class="verse0">As the scheme was fully contriv’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">A courier from Rome arriv’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Where the Pope and old Pretender too</p> -<p class="verse0">Did his whole conduct disavow,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ord’ring him forthwith to retire,</p> -<p class="verse0">To which he yet gave a deaf ear;</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">But knowing that he must fall their prey,</p> -<p class="verse0">Order’d his plate and jewels away.</p> -<p class="verse0">His behaviour did through Paris spread,</p> -<p class="verse0">And all did own him, hard bestead.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Then by the King an order’s sign’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Directly to have him confin’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Twelve hundred guards did close parade,</p> -<p class="verse0">Horse and grenadiers were had</p> -<p class="verse0">All armed and <em>Cap-a-pee</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">Set round the Opera carefullie,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Duke de Biron had command,</p> -<p class="verse0">But loth to take the deed in hand;</p> -<p class="verse0">Caus’d Major Venderville execute,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who did not with much honour do’t.</p> -<p class="verse0">Six lusty ruffians were prepar’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who waiting stood within the guard,</p> -<p class="verse0">And as he entred the Opera door,</p> -<p class="verse0">They seiz’d him fast, and squeezed sore</p> -<p class="verse0">His hands and arms in the squabble,</p> -<p class="verse0">The guards around kept off the rabble,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who had the Prince in great esteem,</p> -<p class="verse0">And wish’d their help him to redeem,</p> -<p class="verse0">His servants and each favourite</p> -<p class="verse0">Were strictly order’d to retreat;</p> -<p class="verse0">Sword and pistols from him did wrest,</p> -<p class="verse0">This comes French vows to at the best.</p> -<p class="verse0">His arms and thighs with cords were knit,</p> -<p class="verse0">And in a coach they have him set,</p> -<p class="verse0">With a Major upon every side;</p> -<p class="verse0">In this posture they made him ride</p> -<p class="verse0">Unto the castle of Vincennes,</p> -<p class="verse0">While soldiers guarded all the lanes,</p> -<p class="verse0">Until that length they did proceed,</p> -<p class="verse0">As there an uproar was indeed;</p> -<p class="verse0">For ’mong the croud it was current told,</p> -<p class="verse0">That he was to the English sold:</p> -<p class="verse0">Some said this, and some said that,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">And thousands told they knew not what.</p> -<p class="verse0">The governor did him imbrace,</p> -<p class="verse0">And cried, “Ah my friend, Alas!</p> -<p class="verse0">“A noble Prince so bound with cord,</p> -<p class="verse0">“Upon my word, I’m sorry for’t.”</p> -<p class="verse0">And then in haste with his own hands,</p> -<p class="verse0">Respectfully unloos’d his bands:</p> -<p class="verse0">But to a dark apartment led him in,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was only ten feet square within,</p> -<p class="verse0">No window to look any way,</p> -<p class="verse0">A sky-light shew’d some peep of day.</p> -<p class="verse0">When he view’d his prison round and round,</p> -<p class="verse0">Said, he’d been worse into Scots ground;</p> -<p class="verse0">Poor Charlie this was hard to <em>thole</em>,</p> -<p class="verse0">To clap thee in a French <em>black-hole</em>!</p> -<p class="verse0">And there he was confin’d to ly,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till to depart he did comply,</p> -<p class="verse0">As the Pope and King James did desire,</p> -<p class="verse0">That he from French ground should retire.</p> -<p class="verse0">When finding that it must be so,</p> -<p class="verse0">He freely did consent to go.</p> -<p class="verse0">Two col’nels went, as it appears,</p> -<p class="verse0">To see him pass the French frontiers:</p> -<p class="verse0">They took the rout to Fountainbleau,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to his dungeon bade adieu,</p> -<p class="verse0">He did not love to be confin’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">So now the peace was fairly sign’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">And Charlie banish’d like a fool,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who was only us’d as a French tool,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to Scotland a scourge and curse,</p> -<p class="verse0">I mean by waste of blood and purse.</p> -<p class="verse0">But in time to come, dear countrymen,</p> -<p class="verse0">O do not do the like again!</p> -<p class="verse0">The Popish oaths ye’ll find a puff,</p> -<p class="verse0">When ye get on the neck a cuff;</p> -<p class="verse0">For in ages past you may see plain,</p> -<p class="verse0">These are the tricks of France and Spain,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">For to be peaceable and good,</p> -<p class="verse0">Till they are in a fighting mood,</p> -<p class="verse0">And then a quarrel they will breed</p> -<p class="verse0">For any thing they stand in need.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - - <div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="r10" /> - -<h3><a name="A_Quakers" id="A_Quakers"></a><span class="hidden">A Quaker’s Address</span></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>A Quaker’s Address to Prince Charles, shewing what was the -Cause and Ground of his Misfortunes.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Now Charles, If thou want’st more sorrow,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thou may return if ’twere to-morrow,</p> -<p class="verse0">I know, the Pulpit and the Press</p> -<p class="verse0">Were the great means of thy distress,</p> -<p class="verse0">And thou hadst got no wit to guide it,</p> -<p class="verse0">No Principle thou had provided.</p> -<p class="verse0">Hadst thou, like Oliver appear’d</p> -<p class="verse0">In devout mood, thou might been heard:</p> -<p class="verse0">But a Prince without a principle!</p> -<p class="verse0">What thou couldst be, I cannot tell.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Protestants look’d badly on thee,</p> -<p class="verse0">So many wicked hang upon thee,</p> -<p class="verse0">And of thy forbearers, they plainly tell,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of Popery thou bearst a smell.</p> -<p class="verse0">Thou trustedst nought to ordination,</p> -<p class="verse0">But thought to force a crown and nation.</p> -<p class="verse0">I tell thee, Kings reign not by men,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Tis a higher pow’r, thou’lt find it plain.</p> -<p class="verse0">The Pope, the Pagan, and the Turk,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Tis all by fire and sword they work:</p> -<p class="verse0">We Quakers are of greater merit.</p> -<p class="verse0">We conquer none but by the Spirit;</p> -<p class="verse0">But thou, and each thy like’s a cheat,</p> -<p class="verse0">That pretend to rule the turns of fate,</p> -<p class="verse0">And will fight against the great decree,</p> -<p class="verse0">As of winds and waves would ruler be,——</p> -<p class="verse0">The Pope pretends to curse and bless,</p> -<p class="verse0">And yet cannot create a Louse,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Nor make a dead beast live again,</p> -<p class="verse0">For all the might he does preten’:</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet claims a power in heav’n and earth,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of judgment here there is a dearth,</p> -<p class="verse0">But O! what madness fills their head?</p> -<p class="verse0">To pray to saints thousand years dead!</p> -<p class="verse0">If dead men had such power to sell,</p> -<p class="verse0">Many of them wou’d been living still.</p> -<p class="verse0">And if those dead men they could hear us,</p> -<p class="verse0">They might sometimes send news to cheer us.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">By Yea and Nay, the Popes are thieves,</p> -<p class="verse0">And he’s as stupid that believes</p> -<p class="verse0">These roguish priests, who pardons sell,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or yet pray back a soul from hell.</p> -<p class="verse0">He’s surely of the devil’s kind,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who thus deludes the vulgar blind;</p> -<p class="verse0">And who adheres to such a college,</p> -<p class="verse0">Will be destroy’d for lake of knowledge,</p> -<p class="verse0">With Beads and Waffers, the Devil’s batter,</p> -<p class="verse0">Your musty Mass, and Holy Water,</p> -<p class="verse0">Wherewith ye blind the souls of men,</p> -<p class="verse0">For to encrease your worldly gain,</p> -<p class="verse0">Done with pretence of holiness:</p> -<p class="verse0">O hypocrites, why live ye thus?</p> -<p class="verse0">You thump, you mump, with face awray,</p> -<p class="verse0">And at one time ye rob and pray,</p> -<p class="verse0">Pretend so much to chastitie,</p> -<p class="verse0">None of your priests can married be,</p> -<p class="verse0">Yet run like rams, and lead lewd lives,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ye’re but a pack of venereal thieves:</p> -<p class="verse0">You practise cuckoldom and whoredom,</p> -<p class="verse0">That innocents have no freedom,</p> -<p class="verse0">Dreading the power of curse and bless,</p> -<p class="verse0">You thus put modesty in distress,</p> -<p class="verse0">Pretending Miracles and Charms,</p> -<p class="verse0">To keep from evil spirits harms,</p> -<p class="verse0">Such as Clover-leaves, and branch of Yew,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Will keep the devil from man or cow,</p> -<p class="verse0">And that Holy Water has such effect,</p> -<p class="verse0">As make him run and break his neck;</p> -<p class="verse0">Ay, to the vulgar too you’ll tell,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of sending letters to heaven or hell,</p> -<p class="verse0">Bring half burnt souls from Purgatory,</p> -<p class="verse0">For gold you’ll harle them out in hurry,</p> -<p class="verse0">And those who cannot money raise,</p> -<p class="verse0">You’ll do it for butter, beef or cheese;</p> -<p class="verse0">But they may there stay, eternalie,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whose friends will not pay you a fee:</p> -<p class="verse0">I think a stronger delusion,</p> -<p class="verse0">Was never in any ages known,</p> -<p class="verse0">The Turk, the Pagan and the Jew,</p> -<p class="verse0">More mercy have to show than you,</p> -<p class="verse0">Your ceremonies so ye cook,</p> -<p class="verse0">The devil gets none but poor fo’k,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who cannot pay the priest his fee;</p> -<p class="verse0">Accurs’d be such belief for me.——</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">And now, dear Charles, how dost thou think,</p> -<p class="verse0">Such doctrine would in Britain stink,</p> -<p class="verse0">Into a Presbyterian’s nose,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or any who good plain sense knows?</p> -<p class="verse0">Dissenters and we they Quakers call,</p> -<p class="verse0">Protest, they’re not of Israel,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who pretend a power to damn or save,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or bear a rule beyond the grave.</p> -<p class="verse0">All is given us from above,</p> -<p class="verse0">And souls are saved by mere love;</p> -<p class="verse0">But the sp’rit of men, which some hold money,</p> -<p class="verse0">I term it but the devil’s honey,</p> -<p class="verse0">Wherewith you blind the ignorant,</p> -<p class="verse0">And cozen them who hate repent:</p> -<p class="verse0">But as thou profess no principle,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thou might have turn’d a <em>What ye will</em>:</p> -<p class="verse0">But those who no profession own,</p> -<p class="verse0">Are of kin to the beasts alone:</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">They surely have but little wits,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who esteem no God above their guts.</p> -<p class="verse0">What wa’st thou sought? What wa’st thou got?</p> -<p class="verse0">Surely ’twas nothing but thy lot.</p> -<p class="verse0">Though Popes pretend to rule the earth,</p> -<p class="verse0">They cause nought but a sp’ritual dearth,</p> -<p class="verse0">As they can neither rule earth nor sea,</p> -<p class="verse0">Witness what has behappen’d thee:</p> -<p class="verse0">It surely makes your Pope a knave,</p> -<p class="verse0">To pretend a pow’r beyond the grave:</p> -<p class="verse0">Had his apostolic pow’r been true,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thou wou’dst been King of Britain now.</p> -<p class="verse0">Wert thou a Protestant in heart,</p> -<p class="verse0">I’d wish thee very well in part;</p> -<p class="verse0">But the last wish thoul’t get from me,</p> -<p class="verse0">Is, God keep our land of Pop’ry free!</p> -<p class="verse0">May the throne continue in Protestant race,</p> -<p class="verse0">And ne’er a Papist fill his place.</p> -<p class="verse0">Thus saith to thee an honest Quaker,</p> -<p class="verse0">Thou ne’er shalt here be a partaker:</p> -<p class="verse0">For all Rome’s plots and magic spell,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Tis seldom now they prosper well,</p> -<p class="verse0">Her days of witchcraft are near run,</p> -<p class="verse0">Few <em>Ave’s</em> or <em>Te Deum’s</em> sung,</p> -<p class="verse0">A Mass that’s mumbled o’er in haste,</p> -<p class="verse0">Spoke in the language of the beast,</p> -<p class="verse0">Which but by few is understood,</p> -<p class="verse0">Poor chaff instead of sp’ritual food:</p> -<p class="verse0">But ignorance, the Papists say,</p> -<p class="verse0">Is unto heaven the nearest way:</p> -<p class="verse0">But, O ye wretches, this I doubt,</p> -<p class="verse0">While you the sp’ritual light keep out,</p> -<p class="verse0">And teach so freely, and off hand,</p> -<p class="verse0">To break the very Lord’s command,</p> -<p class="verse0">And on no other things lay hold;</p> -<p class="verse0">But trust the priest, and give him gold.</p> -<p class="verse0">All sins by them are pardoned,</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">So by the nose the poor are led;</p> -<p class="verse0">Not blinded nations or ideots,</p> -<p class="verse0">But the rich, learned reprobates,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who will not from sinning hold,</p> -<p class="verse0">As long’s they have one bit of gold.</p> -<p class="verse0">Wo will be to such priests, I say:</p> -<p class="verse0">For hell’s prepar’d for such as they.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="right smcap">Nathan Nomore.</p> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<h3><a name="The_Impeachments" id="The_Impeachments"></a><span class="hidden">The Impeachments</span></h3> - -<p>⁂ The Impeachments against Lord <span class="smcap">George Murray</span>, -and <span class="smcap">John Murray</span> Secretary, accused of treachery by the -Public, are here omitted, thought in some respects to be -groundless, at least of Lord <span class="smcap">George</span>: For there is never a -Battle lost, but the Commander gets the Blame, and when one -is won, the Commander gets all the Praise, as if the Soldiers -had done nothing: And it is further observed, after the -loss of a Battle, it is the cry of the Public and the run-away -Soldiers, <span class="smcap">We are sold, We are sold</span>.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">The</span> following <span class="smcap">Copy</span>, mentioned by Lords Kilmarnock and -Balmerino, on the day of their execution, is here inserted <em>verbatim</em>.——The -Public are left to judge whether it is spurious -or not, as the Author does not pretend to judge in the affair: -Only it was judged spurious by Duke William himself, and -several officers, who knew the order of war.</p> - -<p class="negin2">Copy <em>of the</em> REBELS’ ORDERS before the <span class="smcap">Battle</span> of -<span class="smcap">Culloden</span>, (<em>said to be</em>) found in the Pocket of one of -the Prisoners.</p> - -<p class="center">Parole, <em>Roy Jaques</em>.</p> - -<p>“IT is his <span class="smcap">Royal Highness’</span> positive orders, that every -person attach himself to some Corps of the Army, and -remain with the Corps night and day, until the Battle and -Pursuit be finally over: And to give no Quarters to the -<span class="smcap">Elector’s</span> Troops, on any account whatsoever.——This regards -the Foot, as well as the Horse.——The Order of Battle<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span> -is to be given to every General Officer and Commander -of a Regiment or Squadron.</p> - -<p>“IT is required and expected of each Individual in the -Army, as well Officer as Soldier, that he keep the Post he -shall be allotted: And if any man turn his back to run away, -the next behind such man is to shoot him.</p> - -<p>“NO body, upon pain of death, is to strip the slain, or -plunder, until the battle is over.——The Highlanders to be -in Kilts, and no body to throw away their Guns.”</p> - -<p class="center">(<em>Signed</em>)</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">George Murray</span>, <em>Lt. Gen.</em></p> - - -<p class="p2 pg-brk" /> -<hr class="r20a" /> -<hr class="r20a" /> -<h3><a name="Miss_F" id="Miss_F"></a><span class="hidden">Miss Flora’s Lament</span></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>Miss FLORA’S Lament.</em> A SONG.</p> -<hr class="r10a" /> - -<p class="center">Tune. <em>Woes my heart that we should sunder.</em></p> -<hr class="r10a" /> - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">When that I from my darling pass’d,</p> -<p class="verse0">My love increas’d like young Leander,</p> -<p class="verse0">With the parting kiss, the tears fell fast,</p> -<p class="verse0">Crying, woes my heart that we should sunder.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">O’er mountains, glens, and raging seas,</p> -<p class="verse0">When wind and waves did roar like thunder,</p> -<p class="verse0">Them I’d encounter again with ease,</p> -<p class="verse0">That we were ne’er at all to sunder.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">O yet I did to Malton go,</p> -<p class="verse0">And left my darling Swain to wander;</p> -<p class="verse0">Where was one friend, were fifty foe;</p> -<p class="verse0">And I myself was then brought under.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">By a rude band of bloody hue,</p> -<p class="verse0">Because I lov’d a young Pretender;</p> -<p class="verse0">If it were undone, I would it do,</p> -<p class="verse0">O’er hills and dales, with him I’d wander.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">From ship to ship, was toss’d about,</p> -<p class="verse0">And to the Nore did me surrender;</p> -<p class="verse0">Crouds of rude hands, I stood them out,</p> -<p class="verse0">And lov’d none like my young Pretender.<a name="FNanchor_42" id="FNanchor_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_42" class="fnanchor">[42]</a></p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">To great London, I came at last,</p> -<p class="verse0">And still avow’d my passion tender;</p> -<p class="verse0">Thinking for death I would be cast,</p> -<p class="verse0">For serving of my young Pretender.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">But thanks be to the Georgian race,</p> -<p class="verse0">And the English laws, I judg’d untender;</p> -<p class="verse0">For they thought nought of all my case,</p> -<p class="verse0">Although I lov’d a young Pretender.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">They charg’d me to the Highlands go,</p> -<p class="verse0">For womens’ wit, and strength was slender;</p> -<p class="verse0">As I ne’er in arms appear’d as foe,</p> -<p class="verse0">In defence of a young Pretender.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">O were my Swain at Malton gate,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or yet at Sky I’d be his lover;</p> -<p class="verse0">In spite of all the laws of late,</p> -<p class="verse0">I would call him sweet darling Rover.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - -<p class="p2 pg-brk" /> -<hr class="r20a" /> -<hr class="r20a" /> -<h3><a name="The_AUTHORS" id="The_AUTHORS"></a><span class="hidden">The Author’s Address</span></h3> - -<p class="center"><em>The AUTHOR’S Address to all in general.</em></p> - - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Now gentle readers, I have let you ken,</p> -<p class="verse0">My very thoughts, from heart and pen,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Tis needless now for to conten,</p> -<p class="verse12">Or yet controule,</p> -<p class="verse0">For there’s not a word o’t I can men’,</p> -<p class="verse12">So ye must thole.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">For on both sides, some were not good,</p> -<p class="verse0">I saw them murd’ring in cold blood,</p> -<p class="verse0">Not th’ gentlemen, but wild and rude,</p> -<p class="verse12">The baser sort,</p> -<p class="verse0">Who to the wounded had no mood,</p> -<p class="verse12">But murd’ring sport.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Ev’n both at Preston and Falkirk,</p> -<p class="verse0">That fatal night ere it grew mirk,</p> -<p class="verse0">Piercing the wounded with their durk,</p> -<p class="verse12">Caus’d many cry,</p> -<p class="verse0">Such pity’s shown from Savage and Turk,</p> -<p class="verse12">As peace to die.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">A woe be to such a hot zeal,</p> -<p class="verse0">To smite the wounded on the fiel’,</p> -<p class="verse0">It’s just they get such groats in kail,</p> -<p class="verse12">Who do the same,</p> -<p class="verse0">It only teaches cruelty’s real,</p> -<p class="verse12">To them again.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">I’ve seen the men call’d Highland Rogues,</p> -<p class="verse0">With Lowland men, make <em>shange</em> a brogs,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sup kail and brose, and fling the cogs</p> -<p class="verse12">Out at the door,</p> -<p class="verse0">Take cocks, hens, sheep and hogs,</p> -<p class="verse12">And pay nought for.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">I see’d a Highlander, ’twas right drole,</p> -<p class="verse0">With a string of puddings, hung on a pole,</p> -<p class="verse0">Whip’d o’er his shoulder, skipp’d like a fole,</p> -<p class="verse12">Caus’d Maggy bann,</p> -<p class="verse0">Lap o’er the midden and midden-hole,</p> -<p class="verse12">And aff he ran.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">When check’d for this, they’d often tell ye,</p> -<p class="verse0">Indeed <em>her nainsel’s</em> a tume belly.</p> -<p class="verse0">You’ll no gi’et wanting bought, nor sell me,</p> -<p class="verse12"><em>Hersel</em> will haet,</p> -<p class="verse0">Go tell King Shorge, and Shordy’s Willie,</p> -<p class="verse12">I’ll hae a meat.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">I see’d the soldiers at Linton-brig,</p> -<p class="verse0">Because the man was not a Whig,</p> -<p class="verse0">Of meat and drink, leave not a skig</p> -<p class="verse12">Within his door,</p> -<p class="verse0">They burnt his very hat and wig,</p> -<p class="verse12">And thumpt him sore.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">And thro’ the Highlands they were so rude,</p> -<p class="verse0">As leave them neither clothes nor food,</p> -<p class="verse0">Then burnt their houses to conclude,</p> -<p class="verse12">’Twas tit for tat,</p> -<p class="verse0">How can <em>her nainsel’</em> ere be good,</p> -<p class="verse12">To think on that.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">And after all, O shame and grief,</p> -<p class="verse0">To use some worse than murd’ring thief,</p> -<p class="verse0">Their very gentlemen and chief,</p> -<p class="verse12">Unhumanly,</p> -<p class="verse0">Like Popish tortures, I belief,</p> -<p class="verse12">Such cruelty.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Ev’n what was act on open stage,</p> -<p class="verse0">At Carlisle in the hottest rage,</p> -<p class="verse0">When mercy was clapt in a cage,</p> -<p class="verse12">And pity dead,</p> -<p class="verse0">Such cru’lty approv’d by every age,</p> -<p class="verse12">I shook my head.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">So many to curse, so few to pray,</p> -<p class="verse0">And some aloud huzza did cry,</p> -<p class="verse0">They curs’d the Rebel Scots that day,</p> -<p class="verse12">As they’d been nout</p> -<p class="verse0">Brought up for slaughter, as that way</p> -<p class="verse12">Too many rowt.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Therefore, Alas! dear countrymen,</p> -<p class="verse0">O never do the like again,</p> -<p class="verse0">To thirst for vengeance, never ben</p> -<p class="verse12">Your guns nor pa’</p> -<p class="verse0">But with th’ English, e’en borrow and len,</p> -<p class="verse12">Let anger fa’.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse2">Their boasts and bullyings, not worth a louse,</p> -<p class="verse0">As our king’s the best about the house,</p> -<p class="verse0">’Tis ay good to be sober and douce,</p> -<p class="verse12">To live in peace,</p> -<p class="verse0">For many I see, for being o’er crouse,</p> -<p class="verse12">Gets broken face.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span></p> -<p class="p6" /> - -<h3><a name="JOHN_H" id="JOHN_H"></a><a href="#CONTENTS"><em>JOHN HIGHLANDMAN’S<br /> -<br />REMARKS ON GLASGOW.</em></a></h3> -<p class="p6" /> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span></p> -<p class="p6" /> - -<p class="fs70">[The following is what may be termed a ‘Chap-book Version’ of <cite>John Highlandman’s -Remarks on Glasgow</cite>. It is taken from a chap-book published -anonymously in Glasgow in 1823. In no material respect does it differ from the -other copies still to be found. M‘Vean was the first to attribute the verses -to Graham. The assumption has generally been that in point of time this is one -Graham’s earliest productions, after his <cite>History of the Rebellion</cite>, and it is -certainly the most popular of his metrical pieces. It furnishes an interesting description -of Glasgow about the middle of last century.]</p> - -<p class="p6" /> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span></p> - -<p class="center">JOHN HIGHLANDMAN’S REMARKS ON GLASGOW.</p> -<hr class="r10a" /> - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Her nainsel into Glasgow went,</p> -<p class="verse2">An errand there to see’t,</p> -<p class="verse0">And she never saw a bonnier town</p> -<p class="verse2">Standing on her feet.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">For a’ the houses that be tere</p> -<p class="verse2">Was theekit wi’ blue stane,</p> -<p class="verse0">And a stane ladder to gang up,</p> -<p class="verse2">No fa’ to break her banes.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">I gang upon a stany road,</p> -<p class="verse2">A street they do him ca’,</p> -<p class="verse0">And when me seek the chapman’s house,</p> -<p class="verse2">His name be on the wa’.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">I gang to buy a snish tamback,</p> -<p class="verse2">And standing at the corse,</p> -<p class="verse0">And tere I see a dead man,</p> -<p class="verse2">Was riding on his horse.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">And O! he be a poor man,</p> -<p class="verse2">And no hae muny claes,</p> -<p class="verse0">Te brogues be worn aff his feet,</p> -<p class="verse2">And me see a’ his taes.<a name="FNanchor_43" id="FNanchor_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_43" class="fnanchor">[43]</a></p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Te horse had up his muckle fit</p> -<p class="verse2">For to gie me a shap,</p> -<p class="verse0">And gaping wi’ his great mouth</p> -<p class="verse2">To grip me by the tap.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">He had a staff into his hand,</p> -<p class="verse2">To fight me an’ he coud,</p> -<p class="verse0">But hersel be rin awa frae him,</p> -<p class="verse2">His horse be unco proud.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">But I be rin around about,</p> -<p class="verse2">And stand about the guard,<a name="FNanchor_44" id="FNanchor_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_44" class="fnanchor">[44]</a></p> -<p class="verse0">Where I see the deil chap the hours,</p> -<p class="verse2">Tan me grew unco feared.<a name="FNanchor_45" id="FNanchor_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_45" class="fnanchor">[45]</a></p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Ohon! Ohon! her nainsel said,</p> -<p class="verse2">And whare will me go rin?</p> -<p class="verse0">For yonder be the black man</p> -<p class="verse2">That bums the fouk for sin.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">I’ll no pe stay nae langer tere,</p> -<p class="verse2">But fast me rin awa,</p> -<p class="verse0">And see the man thrawin te rapes</p> -<p class="verse2">Aside te Broomielaw.<a name="FNanchor_46" id="FNanchor_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_46" class="fnanchor">[46]</a></p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">An’ O she pe a lang tedder,</p> -<p class="verse2">I spier’t what they’ll do wi’t,</p> -<p class="verse0">He said to hang the Highlandmen</p> -<p class="verse2">For stealing o’ their meat.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Hout, hersel’s an honest shentleman,</p> -<p class="verse2">I never yet did steal,</p> -<p class="verse0">But when I meet a muckle purse,</p> -<p class="verse2">I like it unco weel.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Tan fare ye weel ye saucy fellow,</p> -<p class="verse2">I fain your skin wad pay;</p> -<p class="verse0">I cam to your toun the morn but,</p> -<p class="verse2">An’ I’ll gang out yesterday.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Fan I gang to my quarter-house,</p> -<p class="verse2">The door was unco braw,</p> -<p class="verse0">For here they had a cow’s husband,</p> -<p class="verse2">Was pricked on the wa’.<a name="FNanchor_47" id="FNanchor_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_47" class="fnanchor">[47]</a></p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">O tere me got a shapin ale,</p> -<p class="verse2">An’ ten me got a supper,</p> -<p class="verse0">A filthy choud o’ chappit meat</p> -<p class="verse2">Boiled amang a butter.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">It was a filthy dirt o’ beef,</p> -<p class="verse2">His banes was like te horn,</p> -<p class="verse0">She was a calf wanting the skin,</p> -<p class="verse2">Before that she was born.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">I gang awa into the kirk</p> -<p class="verse2">To hear a Lawland preach,</p> -<p class="verse0">And mony a bonny sang they sing,</p> -<p class="verse2">Tere books they did them teach.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">And tere I saw a bonny mattam,</p> -<p class="verse2">Wi’ feathers on her waim,</p> -<p class="verse0">I wonder an’ she be gaun to flee,</p> -<p class="verse2">Or what be in her myn.<a name="FNanchor_48" id="FNanchor_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_48" class="fnanchor">[48]</a></p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Another mattams follow her,</p> -<p class="verse2">Wha’s arse was round like cogs!</p> -<p class="verse0">And clitter clatter cries her feet—</p> -<p class="verse2">She had on iron brogues.<a name="FNanchor_49" id="FNanchor_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_49" class="fnanchor">[49]</a></p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">And tere I saw another mattam</p> -<p class="verse2">Into a tarry seck,</p> -<p class="verse0">And twa mans pe carry her,</p> -<p class="verse2">Wi’ rapes about hims neck.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">She pe sae fou o’ vanity,</p> -<p class="verse2">As no gang on the grun,</p> -<p class="verse0">But twa poor mans pe carry her</p> -<p class="verse2">In a barrow covert aboon.<a name="FNanchor_50" id="FNanchor_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_50" class="fnanchor">[50]</a></p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Some had a fish-tail to their mouth,<a name="FNanchor_51" id="FNanchor_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_51" class="fnanchor">[51]</a></p> -<p class="verse2">And some pe had a ponnet,</p> -<p class="verse0">But my Janet and Donald’s wife</p> -<p class="verse2">Wad rather hae a bannock.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span></p> -<p class="p6" /> - -<h3><a name="THE_TURNIMSPIKE" id="THE_TURNIMSPIKE"></a><a href="#CONTENTS"><em>THE TURNIMSPIKE.</em></a></h3> -<p class="p6" /> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span></p> -<p class="p6" /> - -<p class="fs70">[<cite>The Turnimspike</cite> has had more attention paid to it by literary antiquaries than -any of Graham’s other metrical productions, excepting, of course, his <cite>History of the -Rebellion</cite>. It has always been regarded as being from Graham’s pen, and Sir -Walter Scott said it alone was sufficient to entitle him to immortality. Burns admired -it on account of its local humour. The verses appeared in Herd’s Collection -of 1769; and they have been here taken from the edition of 1776.]</p> - -<p class="p6" /> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span></p> - -<p class="center">THE TURNIMSPIKE.</p> -<hr class="r10a" /> - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Her sel pe Highland shentleman,</p> -<p class="verse2">Pe auld as Pothwell prig, man;</p> -<p class="verse0">And mony alterations seen</p> -<p class="verse2">Amang the Lawland whig, man.</p> -<p class="verse10"><em>Fal lal</em>, &c.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">First when her to the Lowlands came,</p> -<p class="verse2">Nain sell was driving cows, man:</p> -<p class="verse0">There was nae laws about hims narse,</p> -<p class="verse2">About the breeks or trouse, man.</p> -<p class="verse10"><em>Fal lal</em>, &c.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Nain sell did wear the philapeg,</p> -<p class="verse2">The plaid prik’t on her shouder;</p> -<p class="verse0">The gude claymore hung pe her pelt,</p> -<p class="verse2">The pistol sharg’d wi’ pouder.</p> -<p class="verse10"><em>Fal lal</em>, &c.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">But for whereas these cursed preeks,</p> -<p class="verse2">Wherewith mans narse be lockit,</p> -<p class="verse0">O hon, that ere she saw the day!</p> -<p class="verse2">For a’ her houghs pe prokit.</p> -<p class="verse10"><em>Fal lal</em>, &c.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Every thing in the Highlands now,</p> -<p class="verse2">Pe turn’t to alteration;</p> -<p class="verse0">The sodger dwal at our door cheek,</p> -<p class="verse2">And that’s te great vexation.</p> -<p class="verse10"><em>Fal lal</em>, &c.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Scotland be turn’t a Ningland now,</p> -<p class="verse2">And laws pring on the cadger:</p> -<p class="verse0">Nain sell wad durk him for hur deeds,</p> -<p class="verse2">But oh she fears the sodger.</p> -<p class="verse10"><em>Fal lal</em>, &c.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Another law came after that,</p> -<p class="verse2">Me never saw the like, man;</p> -<p class="verse0">They mak a lang road on the crund,</p> -<p class="verse2">And ca’ him turnimspike, man.</p> -<p class="verse10"><em>Fal lal</em>, &c.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">And wow she pe a ponny road,</p> -<p class="verse2">Like Louden corn rigs, man;</p> -<p class="verse0">Whare twa carts may gang on her,</p> -<p class="verse2">And no break others legs, man.</p> -<p class="verse10"><em>Fal lal</em>, &c.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">They sharge a penny for ilka hors,</p> -<p class="verse2">In troth they’l be nae sheaper,</p> -<p class="verse0">For nought but gaen upo’ the crund,</p> -<p class="verse2">And they gie me a paper.</p> -<p class="verse10"><em>Fal lal</em>, &c.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">They tak the hors then pe the head,</p> -<p class="verse2">And there they mak them stand, man.</p> -<p class="verse0">I tell’d them that I seen the day</p> -<p class="verse2">They had na sic command, man,</p> -<p class="verse10"><em>Fal lal</em>, &c.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Nae doubts nain-sell maun draw his purs,</p> -<p class="verse2">And pay them what him’s like, man:</p> -<p class="verse0">I’ll see a shudgement on his store,</p> -<p class="verse2">That filthy turnimspike, man.</p> -<p class="verse10"><em>Fal lal</em>, &c.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">But I’ll awa to the Highland hills,</p> -<p class="verse2">Where nere a ane sall turn her;</p> -<p class="verse0">And no come near your turnimspike,</p> -<p class="verse2">Unless it pe to purn her.</p> -<p class="verse10"><em>Fal lal</em>, &c.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span></p> -<p class="p6" /> - -<h3><a name="TUGAL" id="TUGAL"></a><a href="#CONTENTS"><em>TUGAL M‘TAGGER.</em></a></h3> -<p class="p6" /> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span></p> - -<p class="fs70">[This piece sometimes appears in old chap-books under the heading of <cite>Dugald -M‘Taggart</cite>, no doubt the proper name of the hero, but it is one that scarcely fits -the rhyme. The reading here used is sustained by usage, and has the further -advantage of being—shall we say?—more euphonious. M‘Vean attributes the -song to Graham. It was probably composed about the year 1772, on the occasion -of the passing of the first Sequestration Act, 12 Geo. <span class="smcap">III.</span>, c. 72. The following -is reprinted from an old broadside version long popular in Glasgow. The air -is given as—‘The Hills of Glendoo.’]</p> -<p class="p6" /> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span></p> - -<p class="center">TUGAL M‘TAGGER.</p> -<hr class="r10a" /> - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Would you’ll know me, my name it is Tugal M‘Tagger,</p> -<p class="verse0">She’ll brought hersel’ down frae the braes o’ Lochaber,</p> -<p class="verse0">To learn her nainsel’ to be praw haberdabber,</p> -<p class="verse2">Or fine linen-draber, the tane or the twa.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">She’ll being a stranger, she’ll look very shy-like:</p> -<p class="verse0">She’s no weel acquaint wi’ your laigh kintra dialect;</p> -<p class="verse0">But hoogh! never heed, she’s got plenty o’ Gaelic—</p> -<p class="verse2">She comes frae ta house at the fit o’ Glendoo.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">[But her kilt she’ll exchange for ta praw tandy trowser,</p> -<p class="verse0">An’ she’ll learn to ta lady to scrap an’ to pow, sir,</p> -<p class="verse0">An’ say to ta shentlemans—How did you’ll do, sir?</p> -<p class="verse2">An’ ten she’ll forget her poor friens at Glendoo.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">An’ when she’ll pe spoket the laigh kintra jabber,</p> -<p class="verse0">She’ll gi’e hersel’ out for ta Laird o’ Lochaber,</p> -<p class="verse0">Shust come for amusements to turn haberdabber,</p> -<p class="verse2">For tat will pe prawer tan herding ta cow.]<a name="FNanchor_52" id="FNanchor_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_52" class="fnanchor">[52]</a></p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">She’ll got a big shop, an’ she’ll turn’d a big dealer;</p> -<p class="verse0">She was caution hersel’, for they’ll no sought no bailer,</p> -<p class="verse0">But Tugal M‘Tagger hersel’ mak’s a failure—</p> -<p class="verse2">They’ll call her a bankrumpt, a trade she’ll not know.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">They’ll called a great meeting, she’ll look very quate now,</p> -<p class="verse0">She’ll fain win awa’, but they’ll tell her to wait now;</p> -<p class="verse0">They’ll spoket a lang time, ’pout a great estate now:</p> -<p class="verse2">She’ll thocht that they’ll thocht her the laird o’ Glendoo.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">They’ll wrote a long while about a trust deeder,</p> -<p class="verse0">She’ll no write a word, for hersel’ couldna read her,</p> -<p class="verse0">They’ll sought compongzition, hoogh, hoogh, never heed her—</p> -<p class="verse2">There’s no sic a word ’mang the hills o’ Glendoo.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">But had she her durk, hersel’ would devour them,</p> -<p class="verse0">They’ll put her in jail when she’ll stood there before them;</p> -<p class="verse0">But faith she’ll got out on a hashimanorum,<a name="FNanchor_53" id="FNanchor_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_53" class="fnanchor">[53]</a></p> -<p class="verse2">And now she’s as free as the win’s on Glendoo.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span></p> -<p class="p6" /> - -<h3><a name="HAD_AWA" id="HAD_AWA"></a><a href="#CONTENTS"><em>HAD AWA FRAE ME, DONALD.</em></a></h3> -<p class="p6" /> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span></p> -<p class="p6" /> - -<p class="fs70">[Stenhouse, in his <cite>Lyric Poetry and Music of Scotland</cite>, suggests that <cite>Had Awa -Frae Me, Donald</cite>, was probably written by the same hand as <cite>Turnimspike</cite>. In -view of the strong likeness which exists between the two pieces, and the fact that -no author has been found for the lines on the following pages, we have no hesitation -in admitting them among works probably written by Graham. The view -here given is reprinted from—‘The Black Bird: a choice collection of the most -celebrated songs. Few of which are to be found in any collection. By William -Hunter, Philo-Architectonicæ. Edinburgh: Printed by J. Bruce and Company: -And sold by John Moir, Book-Binder in Bell’s Wynd. <span class="fs80">MDCCLXIV.</span>’ It is also in -Herd’s Collection of 1776.]</p> -<p class="p6" /> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span></p> - -<p class="center">HAD AWA FRAE ME, DONALD.</p> -<hr class="r10a" /> - -<div class="poetry-containerx"><div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">O will you hae the tartan plaid,</p> -<p class="verse2">Or will you hae ta ring, mattam,</p> -<p class="verse0">Or will you hae ta kiss o’ me,</p> -<p class="verse2">And dats ta pretty ting, mattam.</p> -<p class="verse0">Had awa’, bide awa’,</p> -<p class="verse2">Had awa’ frae me, Donald,</p> -<p class="verse0">I’ll neither kiss, nor hae a ring,</p> -<p class="verse2">Nae tartan plaids for me, Donald.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">O see you not her ponny progues,</p> -<p class="verse2">Her fecket plaid, plew, creen, mattam,</p> -<p class="verse0">Her twa short hose, and her twa spiogs,</p> -<p class="verse2">And a shoulter pelt apoon, mattam.</p> -<p class="verse0">Had awa’, bide awa’,</p> -<p class="verse2">Had awa’ frae me, Donald,</p> -<p class="verse0">Nae shoulder belts, nae trink abouts,</p> -<p class="verse2">Nae tartan hose for me, Donald.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Hur can peshaw a petter hough</p> -<p class="verse2">Tan him wha wears the crown, mattam;</p> -<p class="verse0">Her sell hae pistol and claymore,</p> -<p class="verse2">Tae flie ti’ lallant loon, mattam.</p> -<p class="verse0">Had awa’, had awa’,</p> -<p class="verse2">Had awa’ frae me, Donald,</p> -<p class="verse0">For a your houghs and warlike arms,</p> -<p class="verse2">You’re not a match for me, Donald.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Hur sell hae a short coat pi pote,</p> -<p class="verse2">No trail my feets at rin, mattam,</p> -<p class="verse0">A cutty sark of guide harn sheet,</p> -<p class="verse2">My mitter he pe spin, mattam.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Had awa’, had awa’,</p> -<p class="verse2">Had awa’ frae me, Donald;</p> -<p class="verse0">Gae hame and hap your naked houghs,</p> -<p class="verse2">And fash nae mair wi’ me, Donald.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">You’s ne’er pe pidden work a turn</p> -<p class="verse2">At ony kind o’ spin, mattam,</p> -<p class="verse0">But shug your lenno in a scull,</p> -<p class="verse2">And tidel highland sing, mattam.</p> -<p class="verse0">Had awa’, had awa’,</p> -<p class="verse2">Had awa’ frae me, Donald,</p> -<p class="verse0">Your jogging sculls, and highland sang,</p> -<p class="verse2">Will sound but harsh wi’ me, Donald.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">In ta morning, when him rise,</p> -<p class="verse2">Ye’s get fresh whey for tea, mattam,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sweet milk an ream, as much you please,</p> -<p class="verse2">Far sheaper tan pohea, mattam.</p> -<p class="verse0">Had awa’, bide awa’,</p> -<p class="verse2">Had awa’ frae me, Donald,</p> -<p class="verse0">I wadna quit my morning’s tea;</p> -<p class="verse2">Your whey will ne’er agree, Donald.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Haper Gallick yes pe learn,</p> -<p class="verse2">An tats ta ponny speak, mattam,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ye’s get a cheese, and putter kirn,</p> -<p class="verse2">Come wi’ me kin ye like, mattam.</p> -<p class="verse0">Had awa’, had awa’,</p> -<p class="verse2">Had awa’ frae me, Donald,</p> -<p class="verse0">Your Gallick, and your Highland chear,</p> -<p class="verse2">Will ne’er gae doun wi’ me, Donald.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">Fait yes pe ket a silder protch,</p> -<p class="verse2">Pe pigger as the moon, mattam,</p> -<p class="verse0">Ye’s ride in curroch stead o’ coach,</p> -<p class="verse2">And wow put ye’ll pe fine, mattam.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span> -<p class="verse0">Had awa’, had awa’,</p> -<p class="verse2">Had awa’ frae me, Donald,</p> -<p class="verse0">For all your Highland rarities,</p> -<p class="verse2">You’re not a match for me, Donald.</p> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<p class="verse0">What’s tis ta way tat ye’ll pe kind</p> -<p class="verse2">To a protty man like me, mattam,</p> -<p class="verse0">Sae lang claymore pe po my side,</p> -<p class="verse2">I’ll nefer marry thee, mattam.</p> -<p class="verse0">O come awa’, run awa’,</p> -<p class="verse2">O come awa’ wi’ me, Donald,</p> -<p class="verse0">I wadna quit my Highland man,</p> -<p class="verse2">Frae Lallands set me free, Donald.</p> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="p6" /> -<hr class="r20a" /> -<p class="center smcap">End of Vol. I.</p> -<hr class="r20a" /> -<p class="p6" /> - - -<hr class="chap pg-brk" /> - -<div class="footnotes"><h2 class="no-brk">FOOTNOTES:</h2> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_1" id="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <cite>Paisley Magazine</cite>, December, 1828.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_2" id="Footnote_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <cite>Sketches of the Manners, Customs, and Scenery of Scotland.</cite> 1811.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_3" id="Footnote_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> Chambers’ <cite>Illustrious Scotsmen</cite>, vol. ii., p. 488.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_4" id="Footnote_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Strang’s <cite>Glasgow and its Clubs</cite>, 2nd edit., p. 77.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_5" id="Footnote_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <cite>Humorous Chap-Books of Scotland</cite>, p. 184.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_6" id="Footnote_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> Stenhouse’s <cite>Lyric Poetry and Music of Scotland</cite> (edited by Dr. David -Laing), p. 112*.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_7" id="Footnote_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <cite>Glasgow and its Clubs</cite>, 2nd ed., p. 80.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_8" id="Footnote_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> Fraser’s <cite>Humorous Chap-Books of Scotland</cite>, p. 192.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_9" id="Footnote_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <cite>Humorous Chap-Books of Scotland</cite>, p. 172.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_10" id="Footnote_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> Stenhouse’s <cite>Lyric Poetry and Music of Scotland</cite>, p. 112*.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_11" id="Footnote_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <cite>Glasgow and its Clubs</cite>, 2nd Ed., p. 77.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_12" id="Footnote_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <cite>History of Poetry in Scotland</cite>, by Alex. Campbell. Edin. 1798, p. 307.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_13" id="Footnote_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <cite>Hist. Glas.</cite>, 2nd ed., 1830, <em>appendix</em>.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_14" id="Footnote_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> Strang’s <cite>Glasgow and its Clubs</cite>, p. 82, <em>note</em>.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_15" id="Footnote_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <cite>Jacobite Songs and Ballads of Scotland</cite>, p. 297.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_16" id="Footnote_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> Bell’s <cite>Commentaries on the Law of Scotland</cite> (edited by John M‘Laren, advocate), -vol. ii. pp. 281–2.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_17" id="Footnote_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <cite>A Pedlar’s Pack of Ballads and Songs</cite>, by W. H. Logan, p. 442.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_18" id="Footnote_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <cite>Paisley Magazine</cite>, December 1828.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_19" id="Footnote_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <cite>Paisley Magazine.</cite></p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_20" id="Footnote_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <cite>Ante</cite>, p. 29.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_21" id="Footnote_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <cite>Reliques of Robert Burns</cite>, p. 434.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_22" id="Footnote_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> The reference is to Burns. Cromek’s quotation is from Grahame’s <cite>Birds of -Scotland</cite>, vol. ii. p. iv.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_23" id="Footnote_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <cite>Works of Robert Burns.</cite> Kilmarnock edition, vol. ii. p. 286.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_24" id="Footnote_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <cite>Works of Robert Burns.</cite> Edinburgh, 1877–79, vol. i. p. 16.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_25" id="Footnote_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> There were several chap-books with this title in circulation. We have -before us one bearing the same name, published in Edinburgh in 1764; and -another, <cite>The Accomplished Courtier</cite>, also issued in Edinburgh in the same year, -but they are both totally different from the Stirling publication.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_26" id="Footnote_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <cite>Humorous Chap-Books of Scotland</cite>, p. 151.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_27" id="Footnote_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <cite>Humorous Chap-Books of Scotland</cite>, p. 151.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_28" id="Footnote_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> Mr. John Ashton, in his <cite>Chap-Books of the Eighteenth Century</cite>, a work -dealing exclusively with the chap literature of England, traces what appears to be -an original edition of <cite>Simple Simon</cite>, ‘printed and sold in Aldermary Church -Yard, London.’ The publishers there, he informs his readers in his introduction, -were William and Cluer Dicey, originally of Northampton, who started a branch -of their business in London subsequent to 1720.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_29" id="Footnote_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> <cite>The Glasgow Athenæum</cite>, August 10, 1850 (No. 2), p. 18.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_30" id="Footnote_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> <cite>The Glasgow Athenæum</cite>, p. 18.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_31" id="Footnote_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> In the catalogue of the second portion of the library of the late Dr. David -Laing, sold two or three years ago, there was a collection of chap-books (lot 795) -in which this work is mentioned. The lot was “passed,” probably because it -had disappeared, and consequently we have been unable to come across it. The -fact is to be regretted, as there is every reason to believe the copy would be unique.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_32" id="Footnote_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> <cite>Glasgow and its Clubs</cite>, 2nd ed., p. 82, <em>note</em>.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_33" id="Footnote_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> <cite>Paisley Magazine.</cite></p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_34" id="Footnote_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> <cite>Glasgow and its Clubs</cite>, 2nd ed., p. 77.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_35" id="Footnote_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <cite>Humorous Chap-Books of Scotland</cite>, pp. 215–16.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_36" id="Footnote_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> <cite>Chap-Books of the Eighteenth Century</cite>, by John Ashton, p. vii. <em>intro.</em></p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_37" id="Footnote_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <cite>Works of Allan Ramsay</cite>, Fullarton’s ed. vol. i. p. 17.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_38" id="Footnote_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> Dr. Carlyle’s <cite>Autobiography</cite>, p. 89.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_39" id="Footnote_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> <cite>Reminiscences of Scottish Life and Character</cite>, 21st ed., p. viii.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_40" id="Footnote_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> <em>Ibid.</em> 21st ed., p. 249.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_41" id="Footnote_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> <em>Pounds Sterling.</em></p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_42" id="Footnote_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> The preceding five stanzas are all of this song given in the Aberdeen (1850) -edition. In the other editions it is given as in the one of 1774, and, <ins class="corr" title="Transcriber's Note—Original text: 'of course, as as it is'">of course, as -it is</ins> reproduced here.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_43" id="Footnote_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> The equestrian statue of King William III., presented by Governor Macrae -to Glasgow, his native city, and erected opposite the Tontine, at the Cross, in -1735. It was cast in Holland. The classical style of dress, including primitive -sandals, in which the King is represented, gave rise to the idea in ‘John Highlandman’s’ -mind that His Majesty was a ‘poor man.’</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_44" id="Footnote_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> The old guardhouse, in the Trongate, at the foot of the Candleriggs. Like -many of the houses in Glasgow at the time, it had a colonnaded front, which -projected into the street, and made it a feature of the city. Here the citizens took -duty by turns, for these were the days when policemen were unknown.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_45" id="Footnote_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> It is on record that a clockmaker in the Trongate had at that time in his -window a clock, on which a figure of the ‘Deil’ was shown as ‘chapping’ the -hours.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_46" id="Footnote_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> There were several roperies in the vicinity of the Broomielaw.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_47" id="Footnote_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> The reference is to the Black Bull Inn—‘the cow’s husband’—situated at the -West Port, which was then in the Trongate, at the head of Stockwell Street. It -was one of the most famous hostleries in the west country.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_48" id="Footnote_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> Rather an obscure reference, but it may probably find an explanation in the -following statement in Fairholt’s <cite>Costume in England</cite>, p. 567:—‘Feather muffs -are mentioned in Anstey’s <cite>New Bath Guide</cite>, and became fashionable in George -III.’s reign.’ Another alternative is that it may refer to what were then known as -Spanish fans.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_49" id="Footnote_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> Probably pattens, then in common use.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_50" id="Footnote_50"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> A long drawn out description of a sedan chair. Carriages had not yet come -into vogue. The first private carriage seen in Glasgow belonged to Allan Dreghorn, -a timber merchant and carpenter and joiner, who built one for himself in -1752.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_51" id="Footnote_51"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> Perhaps a reference to the ‘ties’ of the lady’s bonnet.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_52" id="Footnote_52"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> The two stanzas within brackets are not in several chap-book copies. The -many verbal differences indicate that attempts have been made to touch up the -song, but the absence of any very early copy of it, makes it impossible to obtain -an absolutely pure text. These alterations, however, in no way affect the narrative.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_53" id="Footnote_53"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> A wonderful rendering of ‘<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">cessio bonorum</i>.’</p></div></div> - - -<div class="transnote pg-brk"> -<a name="TN" id="TN"></a> -<p><strong>TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE</strong></p> - -<p>Obvious typographical errors and punctuation errors have been -corrected after careful comparison with other occurrences within -the text and consultation of external sources.</p> - -<p>Except for those changes noted below, all misspellings in the text, -and inconsistent or archaic usage, have been retained. The spelling -of all Scottish dialect words has been left unchanged.</p> - -<p> -<a href="#Page_15">Pg 15</a>: ‘is a concensus’ replaced by ‘is a consensus’.<br /> -<a href="#Page_42">Pg 42</a>: ‘most charateristic’ replaced by ‘most characteristic’.<br /> -<a href="#Page_58">Pg 58</a>: ‘gave then forth’ replaced by ‘gave them forth’.<br /> -<a href="#Page_61">Pg 61</a>: “bear-to be ‘printed” replaced by “bears ‘to be printed”.<br /> -<a href="#Page_61">Pg 61</a>: ‘duodesimo pages’ replaced by ‘duodecimo pages’.<br /> -<a href="#Page_63">Pg 63</a>: ‘Turnamspike’ should probably be ‘Turnimspike’ and -“Jockie and Maggie’s” should probably be “Jocky and Maggy’s” but -they have been left unchanged since they are quotations from -other books.<br /> -<a href="#Page_64">Pg 64</a>: ‘Dougald’ should be ‘Dougal’ but also has been left unchanged.<br /> -<a href="#Page_251">Pg 251</a> Footnote [42]: ‘of course, as as it is’ replaced by -‘of course, as it is’.<br /> -<br /> -In the poetry the only word changes are:<br /> -<a href="#Page_134">Pg 134</a>: “But all disper’d” replaced by “But all dispers’d”.<br /> -<a href="#Page_142">Pg 142</a>: ‘But the Higlanders’ replaced by ‘But the Highlanders’.<br /> -</p> -</div> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Collected Writings of Dougal -Graham, "Skellat" Bellman of Gla, by Dougal Graham and George MacGregor - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WRITINGS OF DOUGAL GRAHAM *** - -***** This file should be named 60365-h.htm or 60365-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/0/3/6/60365/ - -Produced by hekula03, John Campbell and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -book was produced from images made available by the -HathiTrust Digital Library.) - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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