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· "Then give up now, and for ever, all pretensions to Miss Bradwardine's hand.”

" What tille have you," cried Waverley, utterly losing command of himself,“what title have you, or any man living to diclate such terms to me?” And he also drew his sword.

At this moment, the Baron of Bradwardine, followed by several of his troop, came up on the spur, some from curiosity, others to take part in the quarrel, which they indistinctly understood had broken out between the Mac-Ivors and their corps. The clan, seeing them approach, put themselves in motion to support their Chieftain, and a scene of confusion commenced, which seemed likely to terminale in bloodshed. A hundred tongues were in motion at once. The Baron lectured, the Chieftain stormed, the Highlanders screamed in Gaelic, the horsemen cursed and swore in Lowland Scotch. At length matters came to such pass that the Baron threatened to charge the Mac-Ivors, unless they resumed their ranks; and many of them, in return, presented their fire-arms at him and the other troopers. The confusion was privately fostered by old Ballenkeiroch, who made no doubl that his own day of vengeance was arrived, when, behold! cry arose of “Room! make way! place à Monseigneur! place à Monseigneur.!This announced the approach of the Prince, who came up with a party of Fitz-James's foreign dragoons, that acted as his body guard. His arrival produced some degree of order. The Highlanders reassumed their ranks, the cavalry fell in and formed squadron, and the Baron and Chieftain were silent.

The Prince called them and Waverley before him. Having heard the original cause of the quarrel through the villany of Callum Beg, he ordered him into custody of the provost-marshal for immediale execution, in the event of his surviving the chastisement inflicted by his Chieflain. Fergus, however, in a tone betwixt claiming a right and asking a favour, requested he might be left to his disposal, and promised his punishment should be exemplary. To deny this might have seemed to encroach on the patriarchal authority of the Chieftains, of which they were very jealous, and they were not persons to be disobliged. Callum was therefore left to the justice of his own Iribe.

The Prince next demanded to know the new cause of quarrel between Colonel Mac-Ivor and Waverley. There was a pause. Both gentlemen found the presence of the Baron of Bradwardine (for by this time all three had approached the Chevalier by his command) an insurmounlable barrier against entering upon a subject where the name of his daughter musi unavoidably be mentioned. They lurned their eyes on the ground, wilh looks in which shame and embarrassment were mingled with displeasure. The Prince, who had been educated amongst the disconlented and mutinous spirits of the court of St. Germain's, where feuds of every kind were the daily subject of solicitude to the dethroned sovereign, had served his apprenticeship, as old Frederick of Prussia would have said, to the trade of royalty. To promote or restore concord among his followers was indispensable. Accordingly he took his measures.

“Monsieur de Beaujeu!”

“Monseigneur!” said a very handsome French cavalry officer, who was in attendance.

Ayez la bonté d'alligner ces montagnards-là, ainsi que la cavalerie, s'il vous plait, et de les remettre à la marche. Vous parlez si bien l'anglais, cela ne vous donnerait pas beaucoup de peine."

“Ah! pas du tout, monseigneur,” replied Mons. le Comte de Beaujeu, his head bending down to the neck of his little prancing highly managed charger. Accordingly he piaffed away, in high spirits and confidence, to the head of Fergus's regiment, although understanding not a word of Gaelic, and very little English.

“Messieurs les sauvages Écossais—dat is-gentilmans savages, have the goodness d'arranger vous.'

The clan, comprehending the order more from the gesture than the words, and seeing the Prince himself present, hastened to dress Their ranks.

“Ah! ver well! dat is fort bien !” said the Count de Beaujeu. “ Gentilmans sauvages—mais, très-bien-Eh bien !-Qu'est-ce que vous appelez visage, Monsieur?” (to a lounging trooper who stood by him) "Ah, oui! face-Je vous remercie, Monsieur.-Gentilshommes, have de goodness to make de face lo de right par file, dat is, by files.-Marsh!-Mais, très-bien-encore, Messieurs ; il faut vous mellre à la marche... Marchez donc, au nom de Dieu, parce que j'ai oublié le mot anglais-mais vous êtes des braves gens, et me comprenez Irès-bien.”

The Count next hastened to put the cavalry in motion. “Gentilmans cavalry, you must fall in-Ah! par ma foi, I did not say fall off! I am a fear de little gross fat gentiliman is moche hurt. Ah, mon Dieu! c'est le commissaire qui nous a apporté les premières nouvelles de ce maudit fracas. Je suis trop fåché, Monsieur!”

But poor Macwheeble, who, with a sword stuck across him and a white cockade as large as a pancake, now figured in the character of a commissary, being overturned in the bustle occasioned by the troopers bastening to get themselves in order in the Prince's presence, before he could rally his galloway, slunk to the rear amid the unrestrained laughter of the spectators.

“Eh bien, messieurs, wheel to de right-Ah! dat is it!--Eh ! monsieur de Bradwardine, ayez la bonté de vous mettre à la téle de votre régiment, car, par Dieu, je n'en puis plus!”

The Baron of Bradwardine was obliged to go to the assistance of Monsieur de Beaujeu, after he had fairly expended his few English

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military phrases. One purpose of the Chevalier was thus answered. The other he proposed was, that, in the eagerness to hear and comprehend commands issued through such an indistinct medium in his own presence, the thoughls of the soldiers in both corps might get a current different from the angry channel in which they were flowing at the time.

Charles Edward was no sooner left with the Chieftain and Waverley, the rest of his attendants being at some distance, than he said, “If I owed less to your disinterested friendship, I could be most seriously, angry with both of you for this very extraordinary and causeless broil, at a moment when my father's service so decidedly demands the most perfect unanimity. But the worst of my situation is, that my very best friends hold they have liberty to ruin themselves, as well as the cause they are engaged in, upon the slightest caprice."

Both the young men protested their resolution to submit every difference to his arbitration. “Indeed," said Edward, “I hardly know of what I am accused. I sought Colonel Mac-Ivor merely to mention to him that I had narrowly escaped assassination at the hand of his immediate dependent; a dastardly revenge, which I knew him to be incapable of authorising. As to the cause for which he is disposed to fasten a quarrel upon me, I am ignorant of it, unless it be that he accuses me, most unjustly, of having engaged the affeclions of a young lady in prejudice of his pretensions.”

“ If there is an error," said the Chieftain,“ it arises from a conversation which I held this morning with his Royal Highness himself.”

“ With me?” said the Chevalier; "how can Colonel Mac-Ivor have so far misunderstood me?”'

He then led Fergus aside, and, after five minutes' earnest conversation, spurred his horse towards Edward. “Is it possible--nay, ride up, Colonel, for I desire no secrets- Is it possible, Mr. Waverley, that I am mistaken in supposing that you are an accepted lover of Miss Bradwardine? a fact of which I was by circumstances, though not by communication from you, so absolutely convinced, that I alleged it to Vich Ian Vohr this morning as a reason why, without offence to him, you mighl not continue to be ambitious of an alliance which to an unengaged person, even though once repulsed, holds out too many charms to be lightly laid aside.'

“Your Royal Highness,” said Waverley, “must have founded on circumstances altogether unknown to me, when you did me the distinguished honour of supposing me an accepted lover of Miss Bradwardine. I feel the distinction implied in the supposition, but I have no title to it. For the rest, my confidence in my own meril is loo justly slight to admit of my hoping for success in any quarter after positive rejection."


The Chevalier was silent for a moment, looking steadily at them both, and then said, “Upon my word, Mr. Waverley, you are a less happy man than I conceived I had very good reason to believe you. But now, gentlemen, allow me to be umpire in this matter, not as Prince Regent, but as Charles Stewart, a brother adventurer with you in the same gallant cause. Lay my pretensions to be obeyed by you entirely out of view, and consider your own honour, and how

far it is well, or becoming, to give our enemies the advantage, and Jour friends the scandal, of showing that, few as we are, we are not

united. And forgive me if I add, that the names of the ladies, who have been mentioned, crave more respect from us all than to be made themes of discord.”

He took Fergus a little apart, and spoke to him very earnestly for two or three minutes, and then returning lo Waverley, said, “ I believe I have satisfied Colonel Mac-Ivor, that his resentment was founded upon a misconception, to which, indeed, I myself gave rise; and I trust Mr. Waverley is too generous to harbour any recollection of what is past, when I assure him that such is the case.

– You must state this matter properly to your clan, Vich Ian Vohr, to prevent a recurrence of their precipitate violence.” Fergus howed. “And now, gentlemen, let me have the pleasure to see you shake hands."

They advanced coldly, and with measured steps, each apparently reluctant to appear most forward in concession. They did, however, shake hands, and parted, taking a respectful leave of the Chevalier.

Charles Edward 'then rode to the head of the Mac-Ivors, threw


'The Author of Waverley has been charged with painting the young Adventurer in colours more amiable than his character deserved. But having known many individuals who were near his person, he has been described according to the light in which those eye-witnesses saw his temper and qualifications. Something must be allowed, no doubt, to the natural exaggeration of those who remembered him as the bold and adventurous Prince, in whose cause they had braved death and ruin; but is their evidence to give place entirely to that of a single malcontent?

I have already noticed the imputations thrown by the Chevalier Johnstone on the Prince's courage. But some part at least of that gentleman's tale is purely romantic. It would not, for instance, be supposed, that at the time he is favouring us with the highly wrought account of bis amour with the adorable Peggie, the Chevalier Johnstone was a married man, whose grandchild is now alive, or that the whole circumstantial story concerning the outrageous vengeance laken by Gordon of Abhachie on a Presbyterian clergyman, is entirely apocryphal. At the same time it may be admitted, that the Prince, like others of his family, did not esteem the services done him by his adherents so highly as be ought. Educated in bigb ideas of his hereditary right, he has been supposed to have held every exertion and sacrifice made in his cause as too much the duty of the person making it, to merit extravagant gratitude on bis part. Dr. King's evidence (which his leaving the Jacobite interest renders somewhat doubtful) goes to strengthen this opinion.

The ingenious editor of Johnstone's Memoirs has quoted a story said to be told by Helvetius, stating that Prince Charles Edward, far from voluntarily embarking on his daring expedition, was literally bound band and foot, and to which he seems disposed to yield credit. Now, it being a fact as well known as any in bis history, and, so far as I know, entirely undisputed, that the Prince's personal entreaties and urgency positively forced Boisdale and Lochiel into insurrection, when they were earnestly desirous that he would put off his altempt until he could obtain a sufficient force from France, it will be very, difficult to reconcile his alleged reluctance to undertake the expedition, with his despe

himself from his horse, begged a drink out of old Bellenkeiroch's cantine, and marched about half a mile along with them, inquiring

rately insisting on carrying the rising into effect, against the advice and entreaty of his most powerful and most sage parlisans. Surely a man who had been carried bound on board the vessel which brought him to so desperate an enterprise, would have taken the opportunity afforded by the reluctance of his partisans, to return to France in safety.

It is averred in Johnstone's Memoirs, that Charles Edward left the field of Culloden without doing the utmost to dispute the victory; and, to give the evidence on both sides, there is in existence the more trust-worthy testimony of Lord Elcho, who states, that he himself earnestly exhorted the Prince to charge at the head of the left wing, which was entire, and retrieve the day or die with bonour. And on bis counsel being declined, Lord Elcho took leave of him with a bitter execration, swearing he would never look on his face again, and kept his word.

On the other hand, it seems to have been the opinion of almost all the other officers, thal tbe day was irretrievably lost, one wing of the Highlanders being entirely routed, the rest of the army out-numbered, oul-flanked, and in a condition totally hopeless. In this situation of things, the Irish officers who surrounded Charles's person interfered to force bim off the field. A cornet, who was close to the Prince, left a strong attestation, that he had seen Sir Thomas Sheridan seize the bridle of his borse, and turn bim round. There is some discrepancy of evidence; but the opinion of Lord Elcho, a man of fiery temper, and desperate at the ruin which he beheld impending, cannot fairly be taken, in prejudice of a character for courage which is intimated by the nature of the enterprise itself, by the Prince's eagerness to fight on all occasions, by his determination to advance from Derby to London, and by the presence of mind which he manifested during the romantic perils of his escape. The author is far from claiming for this unforlunate person the praise due to splendid talents; but be continues to be of opinion, that, at the period of his enterprise, he had a mind capable of facing danger and aspiring to fame.

That Charles Edward bad the advantages of a graceful presence, courtesy, and an address and manner becoming his station, the author-never heard disputed by any who approached bis person, nor does he conceive that these qualities are overcharged in the present attempt to sketch his portrait. The following extracts, corroborative of the general opinion respecting the Prince's amiable disposition, are taken from a manuscript account of his romantic expedition, by James Maxwell of Kirkconnell, of wbich I possess a copy, by the friendship of J. Menzies, Esq. of Pitfoddells. The author, though partial to the Prince, whom he faithfully followed, seems to have been a fair and candid man, and well acquainted with the intrigues among the Adventurer's council :

“Every body was mightily taken with the Prince's figure and personal behaviour. There was but one voice about them. Those whom interest or prejudice made a runaway to his cause, could not help acknowledging that they wished him well in all other respects, and could hardly blame him for his present undertaking. Sundry things bad concurred to raise his character to the highest pitch, besides the greatness of the enterprise, and the conduct that bad hitherto appeared in the execution of it. There were several instances of good-nature and humanity that had made a great impression on peoples' minds. I shall confine myself to two or three. Immediately after the battle, as the Prince was riding along the ground that Cope's army bad occupied a few minutes before, one of the officers came up to congratulate him, and said, pointing to the killed, “Sir, there are your enemies at your feet.' The Prince, far from exulting, expressed a great deal of compassion for bis father's deluded subjects, whom he declared he was beartily sorry to see in that posture. Next day, while the Prince was at Pinkiehouse, a citizen of Edinburgh came to make some representation to Secretary Murray about the tents that city was ordered to furnish againsi a certain day. Murray happened to be out of the way, which the Prince hearing of, called to have the gentleman brought to him, saying, he would rather dispatch the business, whatever it was, himself, than have the gentleman wait, which he did, by granting every thing that was asked. So much affability in a young prince Nushed with victory, drew encomiums even from his enemies. But what gave the people the highest idea of him was the negative he gave to a thing that very nearly concerned bis interest, and upon which the success of his enterprise perbaps depended. It was proposed to send one of the prisoners to Lon to demand of that court a cartel for the exchange of prisoners taken, and to be taken, during this war, and to intimale that a refusal would be looked upon as a resolution on their part to give no quarter. It was visible a cartel would be of great advantage to the Prince's affairs; his friends would be more ready to declare for him if they had nothing to fear but the chance of war in the field; and if the court of London refused to sellle a cartel, the Prince was authorised to trcat bis prisoners in the same manner the Eleclor of Hanover was determined to

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