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of your friends' entreaties - in spite of the almost he took his vantage ground behind the hedge, haminevitable ruin which yawns before you?”

mered his flint, cocked his piece, and, taking a long “ Forgive me, Miss Bellenden ; even your soli- aim at Laird Basil, as he was called, stood prompt citude on my account must not detain me when my for action. honour calls. My horses stand ready saddled, my As soon as Lord Evandale appeared, Olifant's servants are prepared, the signal for rising will be party spread themselves a little, as if preparing to given so soon as I reach Kilsyth -- If it is my fate enclose him. Their leader stood fast, supported by that calls me, I will not shun meeting it. It will three men, two of whom were dragoons, the third be something," he said, taking her hand, “ to die in dress and appearance a countryman, all well deserving your compassion, since I cannot gain your armed. But the strong figure, stern features, and love."

resolved manner of the third attendant, made him “ 0, my lord, remain !" said Edith, in a tone seem the most formidable of the party; and who. which went to his heart; " time may explain the ever had before seen him, could have no difficulty strange circumstance which has shocked me so in recognising Balfour of Burley. much; my agitated nerves may recover their tran “ Follow me,” said Lord Evandale to his serquillity. O, do not rush on death and ruin! remain vants, “and if we are forcibly opposed, do as I do." to be our prop and stay, and hope everything from He advanced at a hand gallop towards Olifant, and time!”

was in the act of demanding why he had thus be“ It is too late, Edith," answered Lord Evan- set the road, when Olifant called out, “ Shoot the dale ; " and I were most ungenerous could I prac- traitor!” and the whole four fired their carabines tise on the warmth and kindliness of your feelings upon the unfortunate nobleman. He reeled in the towards me. I know you cannot love me; nervous saddle, advanced his hand to the holster, and drew distress, so strong as to conjure up the appearance a pistol, but, unable to discharge it, fell from his of the dead or absent, indicates a predilection too horse mortally wounded. His servants had prepowerful to give way to friendship and gratitude sented their carabines. Hunter fired at random; alone. But were it otherwise, the die is now cast.” but Halliday, who was an intrepid fellow, took aim

As he spoke thus, Cuddie burst into the room, at Inglis, and shot him dead on the spot. At the terror and haste in his countenance. “0, my lord, same instant, a shot, from behind the hedge, still hide yoursell !— they hae beset the outlets o' the more effectually avenged Lord Evandale, for the house,” was his first exclamation.

ball took place in the very midst of Basil Olifant's “ They? Who?” said Lord Evandale.

forehead, and stretched him lifeless on the ground. “ A party of horse, headed by Basil Olifant," an His followers, astonished at the execution done in swered Cuddie.

so short a time, seemed rather disposed to stand “ 0, hide yourself, my lord !" echoed Edith, in inactive, when Burley, whose blood was up with an agony of terror.

the contest, exclaimed, “Down with the Midian“ I will not, by Heaven !” answered Lord Evan- ites !” and attacked Halliday sword in hand. At dale. " What right has the villain to assail me, this instant the clatter of horses' hoofs was heard, or stop my passage? I will make my way, were he and a party of horse, rapidly advancing on the road backed by a regiment! Tell Halliday and Hunter from Glasgow, appeared on the fatal field. They to get out the horses — And now, farewell, Edith !" were foreign dragoons, led by the Dutch commandHe clasped her in his arms, and kissed her tender- ant Wittenbold, accompanied by Morton and a civil ly; then bursting from his sister, who, with Lady magistrate. Margaret, endeavoured to detain him, rushed out A hasty call to surrender, in the name of God and mounted his horse.

and King William, was obeyed by all except BurAll was in confusion — the women shrieked and ley, who turned his horse and attempted to escape. hurried in consternation to the front windows of the Several soldiers pursued him by command of their house, from which they could see a small party of officer, but, being well mounted, only the two headhorsemen, of whom two only seemed soldiers. They most seemed likely to gain on him. He turned dewere on the open ground before Cuddie's cottage, liberately twice, and discharging first one of his at the bottom of the descent from the house, and pistols, and then the other, rid himself of the one showed caution in approaching it, as if uncertain of pursuer by mortally wounding him, and of the other the strength within.

by shooting his horse, and then continued his flight “ He may escape! he may escape!” said Edith; tó Bothwell Bridge, where, for his misfortune, he “ 0, would he but take the by-road!”

found the gates shut and guarded. Turning from But Lord Evandale, determined to face a danger thence, he made for a place where the river seemed which his high spirit undervalued, commanded his passable, and plunged into the stream,—the bulservants to follow him, and rode composedly down lets from the pistols and carabines of his pursuers the avenue. Old Gudyill ran to arm himself, and whizzing around him. Two balls took effect when Cuddie snatched down a gun which was kept for he was past the middle of the stream, and he felt the protection of the house, and, although on foot, himself dangerously wounded. He reined his horse followed Lord Evandale. It was in vain his wife, round in the midst of the river, and returned towho had hurried up on the alarm, hung by his wards the bank he had left, waving his hand, as if skirts, threatening him with death by the sword or with the purpose of intimating that he surrendered. halter for meddling with other folk's matters. The troopers ceased firing at him accordingly, and

“ Haud your peace, ye b!” said Cuddie, “and awaited his return, two of them riding a little way that's braid Scotch, or I wotna what is; is it ither into the river to seize and disarm him. But it folk's matters to see Lord Evandale murdered be presently appeared that his purpose was revenge, fore my face?" and down the avenue he marched. not safety. As he approached the two soldiers, he But considering on the way that he composed the collected his remaining strength, and discharged a whole infantry, as John Gudyill had not appeared, blow on the head of one, which tumbled bim from


his horse. The other dragoon, a strong muscular “ I have not been more affected,” said she, wiping man, had in the meanwhile laid hands on him. the glasses of her spectacles,“ by any novel except Burley, in requital, grasped his throat, as a dying ing the Tale of Jemmy and Jenny Jessamy, which tiger seizes his prey, and both, losing the saddle is indeed pathos itself; but your plan of omitting a in the struggle, came headlong into the river, and formal conclusion will never do. You may be as were swept down the stream. Their course inight harrowing to our nerves as you will in the course be traced by the blood which bubbled up to the of your story, but, unless you had the genius of the surface. They were twice seen to rise, the Dutch- author of Julia de Roubigné, never let the end be man striving to swim, and Burley clinging to him altogether overclouded. Let us see a glimpse of in a manner that showed his desire that both should sunshine in the last chapter; it is quite essential." perish. Their corpses were taken out about a quar “ Nothing would be more easy for me, madam, ter of a mile down the river. As Balfour's grasp than to comply with your injunctions ; for, in truth, could not have been unclenched without cutting off the parties in whom you have had the goodness to his hands, both were thrown into a hasty grave, be interested, did live long and happily, and begot still marked by a rude stone, and a ruder epitaph. sons and daughters.”

While the soul of this stern enthusiast flitted to “ It is unnecessary, sir," she said, with a slight its account, that of the brave and generous Lord nod of reprimand,“ to be particular concerning Evandale was also released. Morton had flung him- their matrimonial comforts. But what is your obself from his horse upon perceiving his situation, jection to let us have, in a general way, a glimpse to render his dying friend all the aid in his power. of their future felicity?". He knew him, for he pressed his hand, and, being “ Really, madam,” said “ you must be aware unable to speak, intimated by signs his wish to be that every volume of a narrative turns less and less conveyed to the house. This was done with all the interesting as the author draws to a conclusion; care possible, and he was soon surrounded by his just like your tea, which, though excellent hyson, lam.enting friends. But the clamorous grief of is necessarily weaker and more insipid in the last Lady Emily was far exceeded in intensity by the cup. Now, as I think the one is by no means im. silent agony of Edith. Unconscious even of the proved by the luscious lump of half-dissolved sugar presence of Morton, she hung over the dying man; usually found at the bottom of it, so I am of opinion nor was she aware that Fate, who was removing that a history, growing already vapid, is but dully one faithful lover, had restored another as if from crutched up by a detail of circumstances which the grave, until Lord Evandale, taking their hands every reader must have anticipated, even though in his, pressed them both affectionately, united them the author exhaust on them every flowery epithet together, raised his face, as if to pray for a blessing in the language.” on them, and sunk back and expired in the next « This will not do, Mr Pattieson," continued the moinent.

lady. “You have, as I may say, basted up your first story very hastily and clumsily at the conclusion; and, in my trade, I would have cuffed the youngest apprentice who had put such a horrid and bungled

spot of work out of her hand. And if you do not CONCLUSION.

redeem this gross error by telling us all about the

marriage of Morton and Edith, and what became I had determined to waive the task of a conclu- of the other personages of the story, from Lady ding chapter, leaving to the reader's imagination Margaret down to Goose-Gibbie, I apprize you, that the arrangements which must necessarily take place you will not be held to have accomplished your task after Lord Evandale's death. But as I was aware | handsomely.” that precedents are wanting for a practice, which “ Well, madam," I replied, “ my materials are might be found convenient both to readers and coin. so ample, that I think I can satisfy your curiosity, pilers, I confess myself to have been in a cousi- unless it descend to very minute circumstances inderable dilemma, when fortunately I was honoured deed.” with an invitation to drink tea with Miss Martha “ First, then," said she," for that is most essenBuskbody, a young lady who has carried on the tial,- Did Lady Margaret get back her fortune and profession of mantua-making at Gandercleugh and her castle ?” in the neighbourhood, with great success, for about “She did, madam, and in the easiest way imagiforty years. Knowing her taste for narratives of nable,-as heir, namely, to her worthy cousin, Basil this description, I requested her to look over the Olifant, who died without a will; and thus, by his loose sheets the morning before I waited on her, death, not only restored, but even augmented, the and enlighten me by the experience which she must fortune of her, whom, during his life, he had pur have acquired in reading through the whole stock sued with the most inveterate malice. John Gud. of three circulating libraries, in Gandercleugh and yill, reinstated in his dignity, was more important the two next market-towns. When, with a palpi- than ever; and Cuddie, with rapturous delight, tating heart, I appeared before her in the evening, entered upon the cultivation of the mains of TillieI found her much disposed to be complimentary. tudlem, and the occupation of his original cottage

Gentle reader, I did request of mine honest friend Peter Who stirred up to vengeance take, Proudfoot, travelling merchant, known to many of this land

For Solemn League and Cov'nant's sake, for his faithful and just dealings, as well in muslin and cambrics

Upon the Magus-Moor in Fife, as in small wares, to procure me, on his next peregrinations to

Did tak James Sharpe the apostate's life; that vicinage, a copy of the Epitaphion alluded to. And, ae

By Dutchman's hands was hacked and shot,
cording to his report, which I see no ground to discredit, it run. Then drowned in Clyde near this saams spot.
neth thus:-
Here lyes ane saint to prelates surly,

See Note 2 B.-John Balfour, called Buria.
Being John Balfour, sometime of Burley,

Olifant me,

But, with the shrewd caution of his character, he only one eye. This was his Majesty's observation, was never heard to boast of having fired the lucky she said, on one remarkable morning when he shot which repossessed his lady and himself in their deigned to take his disjune"original habitations. After a',' he said to Jenny, « Nay,” said Miss Buskbody, again interrupting who was his only confidant, auld Basil

“ if she brought such authority to countenance was my leddy's cousin, and a grand gentleman; her acquiescing in a misalliance, there was no more and though he was acting again the law, as I un to be said. — And what became of old Mrs What'sderstand, for he ne'er showed ony warrant, or re-her-name, the housekeeper?" quired Lord Evandale to surrender, and though I “ Mrs Wilson, madam?" answered I. “She was mind killing him nae mair than I wad do a muir- perhaps the happiest of the party; for once a-year, cock, yet it's just as weel to keep a calm sough and not oftener, Mr and Mrs Melville Morton dined about it.' He not only did so, but ingeniously in the great wainscotted-chamber in solemn state, nough countenanced a report that old Gudyill had - the hangings being all displayed, the carpet laid done the deed, which was worth many a gill of down, and the huge brass-candlestick set on the brandy to him from the old butler, who, far dif- table, stuck round with leaves of laurel. The preferent in disposition from Cuddie, was much more paring the room for this yearly festival employed inclined to exaggerate than suppress his exploits of her mind for six months before it came about, and manhood.—The blind widow was provided for in the putting matters to rights occupied old Alison the the most comfortable manner, as well as the little other six; so that a single day of rejoicing found guide to the Linn; and”.

her business for all the year round." “ But what is all this to the marriage — the mar “ And Niel Blane ?” said Miss Buskbody. riage of the principal personages?" interrupted Miss “ Lived to a good old age, drank ale and brandy Busk body, iinpatiently tapping her snuff-box. with guests of all persuasions, played whig or jaco

“ The marriage of Morton and Miss Bellenden bite tunes as best pleased his customers, and died was delayed for several months, as both went into worth as much money as married Jenny to a cock deep mourning on account of Lord Evandale's laird. I hope, ma'am, you have no other inquiries death. They were then wedded.”

to make, for really”“ I hope, not without Lady Margaret's consent, “Goose-Gibbie, sir ?" said my persevering friend sir?" said my fair critic. “ I love books which -“Goose-Gibbie, whose ministry was fraught with teach a proper deference in young persons to their such consequences to the personages of the narraparents. In a novel, the young people may fall in tive?" love without their countenance, because it is es “ Consider, my dear Miss Buskbody – (1 beg sential to the necessary intricacy of the story; but pardon for the familiarity) — but pray consider, they must always have the benefit of their consent even the memory of the renowned Scheherazade, at last. Even old Delville received Cecilia, though that Empress of Tale-tellers, could not preserve the daughter of a man of low birth.”

every circumstance. I am not quite positive as to “ And even so, madam,” replied I,“ Lady Mar- the fate of Goose-Gibbie, but am inclined to think garet was prevailed on to countenance Morton, al him the same with one Gilbert Dudden, alias Calfthough the old Covenanter, his father, stuck sorely Gibbie, who was whipped through Hamilton for with her for some time. Edith was her only hope, stealing poultry.” and she wished to see her happy. Morton, or Mel Miss Buskbody now placed her left foot on the ville Morton, as he was more generally called, fender, crossed her right leg over her knee, lay stood so high in the reputation of the world, and back on the chair, and looked towards the ceiling, was in every other respect such an eligible match, When I observed her assume this contemplative that she put her prejudice aside, and consoled her mood, I concluded she was studying some farther self with the recollection, that marriage went by cross-examination, and therefore took my hat and destiny, as was observed to her, she said, by his wished her a hasty good-night, ere the Demon of most sacred Majesty, Charles the Second of happy Criticism had supplied her with any more queries. memory, when she showed him the portrait of her In like manner, gentle Reader, returning you my grandfather Fergus, third Earl of Torwood, the thanks for the patience which has conducted you handsomest man of his time, and that of Countess thus far, I take the liberty to withdraw myself Jane, his second lady, who had a hump-back and from you for the present.

PERORATION. It was mine earnest wish, most courteous Reader, of declension !) Whereupon, somewhat moved by that the “ Tales of my Landlord” should have his remonstrances, and more by heavy charges for reached thine hands in one entire succession of print and paper, which he stated to have been altomes, or volumnes. But as I sent some few more ready incurred, I have resolved that these four manuscript quires, containing the continuation of volumes shall be the heralds or avant-couriers of these most pleasing narratives, I was apprized, the Tales which are yet in my possession, nothing somewhat unceremoniously, by my publisher, that doubting that they will be eagerly devoured, and he did not approve of novels (as he injuriously the remainder anxiously demanded, by the unanicalled these real histories) extending beyond four mous voice of a discerning public. I rest, esteemed volumes, and, if I did not agree to the first four Reader, thine as thou shalt construe me, being published separately, he threatened to de

JEDEDIAH CLEISHBOTHAM. cline the article. (0, ignorance! as if the vernacular article of our mother English were capable

GANDERCLEron, Nov. 15, 1816.



Old Mortality.


Civil War, seems to have received no preferment, after the Re

storation, suited to his high birth, though, in fact, third cousin The Festival of the Popinjay is still, I believe, practised at to Charles II. Captain Crichton, the friend of Dean Swift, lo Maybole, in Ayrshire. The following passage in the history of published his Memoirs, found him a private gentleman in the the Somerville family, suggested the scenes in the text. The

King's Life-Guards. At the same time this was no degrading author of that curious manuscript thus celebrates his father's condition; for Fountainhall records a duel fought between a demeanour at such an assembly.

Life-Guardsman and an officer in the militia, because the latter “Having now passed his infancie, in the tenth year of his had taken upon him to assume superior rank as an officer, to a #ge, he was by his grandfather putt to the grammar school, ther gentleman private in the Life-Guards. The Life-Guardsman being then att the toune of Delserf a very able master that was killed in the rencontre, and his antagonist was executed for taught the grammar, and fitted boyes for the colledge. Dureing murder. his educating in this place, they had then a custome every year The character of Bothwell, except in relation to the name, is to solemnize the first Sunday of May with danceing about a

entirely ideal. May-pole, fyreing of pieces, and all manner of ravelling then in use. Ther being at that tyme feu or noe merchants in this pet

NOTE C, p. 20,-MURDERERS OF ARCHBISHOP SHARPE. tie village, to furnish necessaries for the schollars sports, this youth resolves to provide himself elsewhere, so that he may ap The leader of this party was David Hackston of Rathillet, a pear with the bravest. In order to this, by break of day he ryses gentleman of ancient birth and good estate. He had been prom and goes to Hamiltoune, and there bestowes all the money that figate in his younger days, but having been led from curiosity for a long tyme before he had gotten from his freinds, or had to attend the conventic of the nconforming clerg, he otherwayes purchased, upon ribbones of diverse coloures, a new adopted their principles in the fullest extent. It appears, that hatt and gloves. But in nothing he bestowed his money more Hackston had some personal quarrel with Archbishop Sharpe, liberallie than upon gunpowder, a great quantitie whereof he which induced him to decline the command of the party when buyes for his owne use, and to supplie the wantes of his come the slaughter was determined upon, fearing his acceptance might rades; thus furnished with these commodities, but ane empty be ascribed to motives of personal enmity. He felt himself free purse, he returnes to Delserf by seven a clock (haveing tra in conscience, however, to be present; and when the archbishop, velled that Sabbath morning above eight myles), puttes on his dragged from his carriage, crawled towards him on his knees cloathes and new hatt, flying with ribbones of all culloures; and for protection, he replied coldly, "Sir, I will never luy a finzer in this equipage, with his little phizie fusee) upon his shoulder, on you.” It is remarkable that Hackston, as well as a shepherd he marches to the church yaird, where the May-pole was sett who was also present, but passive, on the occasion, were the only up, and the solemnitie of that day was to be kept. There first two of the party of assassins who suffered death by the hands of at the foot-ball he equalled any one that played; but in hand the executioner. leing his piece, in chargeing and dischargeing, he was so rendy, On Hackston refusing the command, it was by universal saland shott so near the marke, that he farre surpassed all his frage conferred on John Balfour of Kinloch, called Burley, who fellow schollars, and became a teacher of that art to them be was Hackston's brother-in-law. He is described "as a little fore the thretteenth year of his oune age. And really, I have man, squint-eyed, and of a very fierce aspect." -- " He sas, often admired his dexterity in this, both at the exercizeing of adds the same author, “ by some reckoned none of the most rehis soulders, and when for recreatione. I have gone to the gun ligious ; yet he was always reckoned zealous and honest-heartel, ning with him when I was but a stripeling myself; and albeit courageous in every enterprise, and a brave soldier, seldom any that passetyme was the exercize I delighted most in, yet could

escaping that came into his hands. He was the principal actor I never attaine to any perfectione comparable to him. This in killing that arch-traitor to the Lord and his church, James dayes sport being over, he had the applause of all the spectators, Sharpe." 2 the kyndnesse of his fellow-condisciples, and the favour of the whole inhabitants of that little village."


A masculine retainer of this kind, having offended his master

extremely, was commanded to leave his service instantly." In The history of the restless and ambitious Francis Stewart, troth and that will I not," answered the domestie ; if your Earl of Bothwell, makes a considerable figure in the reign of honour disna ken when ye hae a gude servant, I ken when I James VI. of Scotland, and First of England. After being re hae a gude master, and go away I will not." On anotber occ. peatedly pardoned for acts of treason, he was at length obliged sion of the same nature, the master said, “John, you and I to retire abroad, where he died in great misery. Great part of shall never sleep under the same roof again;" to which Joha his forfeited estate was bestowed on Walter Scott, first Lord of replied, with much naivetté, “ Whare the deil can your bonour Buccleuch, and on the first Earl of Roxburghe.

be ganging?" Francis Stewart, son of the forfeited Earl, obtained from the favour of Charles I. a decreet-arbitral, appointing the two noblemen, grantees of his father's estate, to restore the same, or make

Note E, p. 31,-- LOCKING the DOOR DURING DINNER. some compensation for retaining it. The barony of Crichton, The custom of keeping the door of a house or chatean locked with its beautiful castle, was surrendered by the curators of during the time of dinner, probably arose from the family being Francis, Earl of Buccleuch, but he retained the far more ex anciently assembled in the hall at that meal, and liable to sur tensive property in Liddesdale. James Stewart also, as appears prise. But it was in many instances continued as a point of from writings in the author's possession, made an advantageous high etiquette, of which the following is an example: composition with the Earl of Roxburghe. “ But," says the sa A considerable landed proprietor in Dumfries-shire, being a tirical Scotstarvet," male parta pejus dilabuntur; for he never bachelor, without near relations, and determined to make his brooked them (enjoyed them), nor was anything the richer, will, resolved previously to visit his two nearest kinsnen, since they accrued to lis creditors, and are now in the possession decide which should be his heir, according to the degree of kind. of Dr Seaton. His eldest son Francis became a trooper in the ness with which he should be received. Like a good clansan, late war; as for the other brother John, who was Abbot of Col he first visited his own chief, a baronet in rank, descendants dingham, he also disponed all that estate, and now has nothing, representative of one of the oldest families in Scotland. Untap. but lives on the charity of his friends." |

pily the dinner-bell

had rung, and the door of the castle had Francis Stewart, who had been a trooper during the great been locked before his arrival. The visitor in vain amount 1 The Staggering State of the Scots Statesmen for me hundred years,

2 See Scottish Worthies. 8vo, Leith, 1816. P. 522. by Sir John Scot of Scotstarvet. Edinburgh, 1764. P. 151.

1 his name and requested admittance; but his chief adhered to the Craignethan Castle, situated on the Nethan, about three miles ancient etiquette, and would on no account suffer the doors to from its junction with the Clyde, have something of the chabe unbarred. Irritated at this cold reception, the old Laird rode racter of the description in the text. on to Sanqular Castle, then the residence of the Duke of Queensberry, who no sooner heard his name, than, knowing well he had a will to make, the drawbridge dropped, and the

Note L, p. 47,- John GRAHAME OF CLAVERHOUSE. gates flew open - the table was covered anew - His grace's This remarkable person united the seemingly inconsistent bachelor and intestate kinsman was reccived with the utmost qualities of courage and cruelty, a disinterested and devoted attention and respect; and it is scarcely necessary to add, that loyalty to his prince, with a disregard of the rights of his fel. tipon his death 'some years after, the visitor's considerable low-subjects. He was the unscrupulous agent of the Scottish Landed property went to augment the domains of the Ducal Privy Council in executing the merciless severities of the GoHouse of Queensberry. This happened about the end of the vernment in Scotland during the reigns of Charles II. and James seventeenth century.

II. ; but he redeemed his character by the zeal with which be

asserted the cause of the latter monarch after the Revolution, Note F, p. 37,--HIGHLAND LAIRD.

the military skill with which he supported it at the battle of

Killiecrankie, and by his own death in the arms of victory. A Highland laird, whose peculiarities live still in the recol It is said by tradition, that he was very desirous to see, and lection of his countryinen, used to regulate his residence at be introduced to, a certain Lady Elphinstoun, who had reached Edinburgh in the following manner: Every day he visited the the advanced age of one hundred years and upwards. The noWater-gate, as it is called, of ihe Canongate, over which is ex. ble matron, being a staunchi whig, was rather unwilling to retended a wooden arch. Specie being then the general currency, ceive Claver'se (as he was called from his title), but at length he threw his purse over the gate, and as long as it was heavy consented. After the usual compliments, the officer observed enough to be thrown over, he continued his round of pleasure to the lady, that having lived so much beyond the usual term in the metropolis ; when it was too light, he thought it time to of humanity, she must in her time have seen many strange retire to the Highlands. Query-- How often would he have changes. “Hout na, sir," said Lady Elphinstoun, “ the world repeated this experiment at Temple Bar ?

is just to end with me as it began. When I was entering life,

there was ane Knox deaving us a' wi' his clavers, and now NOTE G, p. 37,- WOODEN MARE.

am ganging out, there is ane Claver'se deaving us a' wi' his

knocks." The punishment of riding the wooden mare was, in the days

Clavers signifying, in common parlance, idle chat, the double of Charles and long after, one of the various and cruel modes of

pun does credit to the ingenuity of a lady of a hundred years enforcing military discipline. In front of the old guard-house old. in the High Street of Edinburgh, a large horse of this kind was placed, on which now and then, in the more ancient times, a veteran might be seen mounted, with a firelock tied to each

Note M, pp. 61, 62,-CORNET GRAHAME. foot, atoning for some small offence.

There was actually a young cornet of the Life-Guards named There is a singular work, entitled Memoirs of Prince William

Grahame, and probably some relation of Claverhouse,

slain in Henry, Duke of Gloucester (son of Queen Anne), from his birth the skirmish of Drumclog. In the old ballad on the Battle of to his ninth year, in which Jenkin Lewis, an honest Welsh Bothwell Bridge, Claverhouse is said to have continued the man in attendance on the royal infant's person, is pleased to slaughter of the fugitives in revenge of this gentleman's death. record that his Royal Highness laughed, cried, crow'd, and said Gig and Dy, very like a babe of plebeian descent. He had also

"Haud up your hand," then Monmouth said ; a premature taste for the discipline as well as the show of war,

“ Gie quarters to these men for me;" and had a corps of twenty-two boys, arrayed with paper caps

But bloody Claver'se swore an oath, and wooden swords. For the maintenance of discipline in this

His kinsman's death avenged should be. juvenile corps, a wooden horse was established in the Presence

The body of this young man was found shockingly mangled chamber, and was sometimes employed in the punishment of after the battle, his eyes pulled out, and his features so much offences not strictly military. Hughes, the Duke's tailor, hay defaced, that it was impossible to recognise him. The Tory ing made him a suit of clothes which were too tight, was ap. writers say that this was done by the Whigs; because, finding pointed, in an order of the day issued by the young prince, to the name Grahame wrought in the young gentleman's neckbe placed on this penal steed. The man of remnants, by dint cloth, they took the corpse for that of Claver'se himself. The of supplication and mediation, escaped from the penance, which Whig authorities give a different account, from tradition, of was likely to equal the inconveniences of his brother artist's

the cause of Cornet Grahame's body being thus mangled. He equestrian trip to Brentford. But an attendant named Wea

had, say they, refused his own dog any food on the morning therly, who had presumed to bring the young prince a toy (after of the battle, affirming, with an oath, that he should have no he had discarded the use of them), was actunlly mounted on the breakfast but upon the flesh of the Whigs. The ravenous aniwooden horse without a saddle, with his face to the tail, while mal, it is said, flew at his master as soon as he fell, and lacehe was plied by four servants of the household with syringes rated his face and throat. and squirts, till he had a thorough wetting. “He was a wag. These two stories are presented to the reader, leaving it to gish fellow," says Lewis, " and would not lose anything for the him to judge whether it is most likely that a party of persecuted joke's sake when he was putting his tricks upon others, 80 he and insurgent fanatics should mangle a body supposed to be that was obliged to submit cheerfully to what was inflicted upon him, of their chief enemy, in the same manner as several persons being at our mercy to play him off well, which we did accord

present at Drumclog had shortly before treated the person of ingly." Amid much such nonsense, Lewis's book shows that Archbishop Sharpe; or that a domestic dog should, for want of this poor child, the heir of the British raonarchy, who died a single breakfast, become so ferocious as to feed on his own when he was eleven years old, was, in truth, of promising master, selecting his body from scores that were lying around, parts, and of a good disposition. The volume, which rarely oc equally accessible to his ravenous appetite. curs, is an 8vo, published in 1789, the editor being Dr Philip Hayes of Oxford

Note N, p. 65,- PROOF AGAINST SHOT GIVEN BY Satan. Note H, p. 46,- ROMANCES of the SEVENTEENTH CENTURY. The belief of the Covenanters that their principal enemies,

and Claverhouse in particular, had obtained from the Devil a As few, in the present age, are acquainted with the ponder charm which rendered them proof against leaden bullets, led ous folioy to which the age of Louis XIV. gave rise, we need them to pervert even the circumstances of bis death. Howie of only say, that they combine the dulness of the metaphysical Lochgoin, after giving some account of the battle of Killiecourtship with all the improbabilities of the ancient Romance crankie, adds :of Chivalry. Their character will be most easily learned from “ The battle was very bloody, and by Mackay's third fire Boileau's Dramatic Satire, or Mrs Lennox's Female Quixote. Claverhouse fell, of whom historians give little acoount; but it

has been said for certain, that his own waiting-servant, taking Note I, p. 46,- SIR JAMES TURNER.

a resolution to rid the world of this truculent bloody monster,

and knowing he had proof of lead, shot him with a silver butSir James Turner was a soldier of fortune, bred in the civil

ton he had before taken off his own coat for that purpose. Howwars. He was intrusted with a commission to levy the fines ever, he fell, and with him Popery, and King James's interest imposed by the Privy Council for non-conformity, in the dis

in Scotland.”God's Judgment on Persecutors, p. xxxix. trict of Dumfries and Galloway. In this capacity he vexed the Original Note. —" Perhaps some may think this anent proof country so much by his exactions, that the people rose and

of a shot a paradox, and be ready to object here, as formerly, made him prisoner, and then proceeded in arms wwards Mid concerning Bishop Sharpe and Dalziel - How can the Devil Lothian, where they were defeated at Pentland Hills, in 1666. bave or give a power to save life?' &c. Without entering upon Besides his treatise on the Military Art, Sir James Turner the thing in its reality, I shall only observe, - 1st, That it is wrote several other works; the most curious of which is his Me neither in his power, or of his nature, to be a saviour of men's moirs of his own Life and Times, which has just been printed, lives; he is called Apollyon the destroyer. 2d, That even in under the charge of the Bannatyne Club.

this case he is said only to give enchantment against one kind

of metal, and this does not save life: for the lead would not Note K, p. 46,- TILLIETUDLEN.

take Sharpe or Claverhouse's lives. yet steel and silver would

do it; and for Dalziel, though he died not on the field, he did The Castle of Tillietudlem is imaginary; but the ruins of not escape the arrows of the Almighty."-Ibidem.

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