Italy. Upon the occasion alluded to, a party of Caterans carried off e bridegroom, and secreted him in some cave near the mountain of hihallion. The young man caught the small-pox before his ransom uld be agreed on; and whether it was the fine cool air of the place, or e want of medical attendance, Mac-Nab did not pretend to be positive; t so it was, that the prisoner recovered, his ransom was paid, and he is restored to his friends and bride, but always considered the Highland bbers as having saved his life, by their treatment of his malady.

Note IX. (p. 174).-Highland Policy.

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This sort of political game ascribed to Mac-Ivor was in reality played several Highland chiefs, the celebrated Lord Lovat in particular, who ed that kind of finesse to the uttermost. The Laird of Macso captain of an independent company, but valued the sweets of present y too well to incur the risk of losing them in the Jacobite cause. His artial consort raised his clan, and headed it, in 1745. But the chief mself would have nothing to do with king-making, declaring himself for at monarch, and no other, who gave the Laird of Mac "half-ainea the day, and half-a-guinea the morn.

Note X. (p. 177).—Highland Discipline.

In explanation of the military exercise observed at the Castle of lennaquoich, the author begs to remark, that the Highlanders were not aly well practised in the use of the broadsword, firelock, and most of the anly sports and trials of strength common throughout Scotland, but also ed a peculiar sort of drill, suited to their own dress and mode of warfare. here were, for instance, different modes of disposing the plaid, one when 1 a peaceful journey, another when danger was apprehended; one way enveloping themselves in it when expecting undisturbed repose, and other which enabled them to start up with sword and pistol in hand on e slightest alarm.

Previous to 1720, or thereabouts, the belted plaid was universally worn, which the portion which surrounded the middle of the wearer, and that hich was flung around his shoulders, were all of the same piece of tartan. 1 a desperate onset, all was thrown away, and the clan charged bare eneath the doublet, save for an artificial arrangement of the shirt, which, ke that of the Irish, was always ample, and for the sporran-mollach, or oat's-skin purse.

The manner of handling the pistol and dirk was also part of the Highnd manual exercise, which the author has seen gone through by men who ad learned it in their youth.

Note XI. (p. 179).—Dislike of the Scotch to Pork.

Pork, or swine's flesh, in any shape, was, till of late years, much bominated by the Scotch, nor is it yet a favourite food amongst them. King Jamie carried this prejudice to England, and is known to have bhorred pork almost as much as he did tobacco. Ben Jonson has ecorded this peculiarity, where the gipsy in a masque, examining the ing's hand, says, -you should by this line

Love a horse and a hound, but no part of a swine. The Gipsies Metamorphosed. ames's own proposed banquet for the Devil, was a loin of pork and a pol of ling, with a pipe of tobacco for digestion.

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Note XII. (p. 179).—A Scottish Dinner Table.

In the number of persons of all ranks who assembled at the same table though by no means to discuss the same fare, the Highland chiefs only retained a custom which had been formerly universally observed through out Scotland. "I myself," says the traveller, Fynes Morrison, in the end of Queen Elizabeth's reign, the scene being the Lowlands of Scotland was at a knight's house, who had many servants to attend him, th brought in his meat with their heads covered with blue caps, the tale being more than half furnished with great platters of porridge, each having a little piece of sodden meat. And when the table was served, the servants did sit down with us; but the upper mess, instead of porridg had a pullet, with some prunes in the broth.”—(Travels, p. 155.)

Till within this last century, the farmers, even of a respectable co dition, dined with their work-people. The difference betwixt those high degree, was ascertained by the place of the party above or belo the salt, or, sometimes, by a line drawn with chalk on the dining table Lord Lovat, who knew well how to feed the vanity, and restrain the appetites of his clansmen, allowed each sturdy Fraser, who had the slightest pretensions to be a Duinhé-wassel, the full honour of the sitting but, at the same time, took care that his young kinsmen did not acquir at his table any taste for outlandish luxuries. His lordship was alway ready with some honourable apology, why foreign wines and Frenc brandy, delicacies which he conceived might sap the hardy habits of b cousins, should not circulate past an assigned point on the table.

Note XIII. (p. 187).—Conan the Jester.

In the Irish ballads, relating to Fion, (the Fingal of Mac-Pherson, there occurs, as in the primitive poetry of most nations, a cycle of heroes each of whom has some distinguishing attribute; upon these qualities, and the adventures of those possessing them, many proverbs are formed, whic are still current in the Highlands. Among other characters, Conan distinguished as in some respects a kind of Thersites, but brave and daring even to rashness. He had made a vow that he would never take a blo without returning it; and having, like other heroes of antiquity, descende to the infernal regions, he received a cuff from the Arch-fiend, wh presided there, which he instantly returned, using the expression in th text. Sometimes the proverb is worded thus:- "Claw for claw, and t devil take the shortest nails, as Conan said to the devil."

Note XIV. (p. 191).—Waterfall.

The description of the waterfall mentioned in this chapter is take from that of Ledeard, at the farm so called on the northern side Lochard, and near the head of the Lake, four or five miles from Aberfore It is upon a small scale, but otherwise one of the most exquisite cascades it is possible to behold. The appearance of Flora with the harp, described, has been justly censured as too theatrical and affected for t lady-like simplicity of her character. But something may be allowed her French education, in which point and striking effect always make considerable object.

Note XV. (p. 284).—Mac-Farlane's Lantern.

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their excursions were made usually by night, the moon was proverbially called their lantern. Their celebrated pibroch of Hoggil nam Bo, which is the name of their gathering tune, intimates similar practices,—the sense being:

We are bound to drive the bullocks,

All by hollows, hirsts and hillocks,

Through the sleet, and through the rain.
When the moon is beaming low

On frozen lake and hills of snow,
Bold and heartily we go;

And all for little gain.

Note XVI. (p. 286).—The Castle of Doune.

This noble ruin is dear to my recollection, from associations which ave been long and painfully broken. It holds a commanding station on he banks of the river Teith, and has been one of the largest castles in cotland. Murdock, Duke of Albany, the founder of this stately pile, vas beheaded on the Castle-hill of Stirling, from which he might see the owers of Doune, the monument of his fallen greatness.

In 1745-6, as stated in the text, a garrison on the part of the Chevalier as put into the castle, then less ruinous than at present. It was comanded by Mr. Stewart of Balloch, as governor for Prince Charles; he as a man of property near Callander. This castle became at that time he actual scene of a romantic escape made by John Home, the author of Douglas, and some other prisoners, who, having been taken at the battle f Falkirk, were confined there by the insurgents. The poet, who had his own mind a large stock of that romantic and enthusiastic spirit of dventure, which he has described as animating the youthful hero of his rama, devised and undertook the perilous enterprise of escaping from his rison. He inspired his companions with his sentiments, and when every ttempt at open force was deemed hopeless, they resolved to twist their ed-clothes into ropes, and thus to descend. Four persons, with Home imself, reached the ground in safety. But the rope broke with the fifth, who was a tall lusty man. The sixth was Thomas Barrow, a brave young nglishman, a particular friend of Home's. Determined to take the risk, ven in such unfavourable circumstances, Barrow committed himself to e broken rope, slid down on it as far as it could assist him, and then t himself drop. His friends beneath succeeded in breaking his fall. levertheless, he dislocated his ankle, and had several of his ribs broken. Lis companions, however, were able to bear him off in safety.

The Highlanders next morning sought for their prisoners, with great ctivity. An old gentleman told the author, he remembered seeing the >mmander Stewart,

Bloody with spurring, fiery red with haste,

ding furiously through the country in quest of the fugitives.

Note XVII. (p. 324).-Field-piece in the Highland Army. This circumstance, which is historical, as well as the description that recedes it, will remind the reader of the war of La Vendée, in which the oyalists, consisting chiefly of insurgent peasantry, attached a prodigiousnd even superstitious interest to the possession of a piece of brassrdnance, which they called Marie Jeane.

The Highlanders of an early period were afraid of cannon, with the oise and effect of which they were totally unacquainted. It was by

means of three or four small pieces of artillery, that the Earls of Huntly and Errol, in James VI.'s time, gained a great victory at Glenlivat, over a numerous Highland army, commanded by the Earl of Argyle. At the battle of the Bridge of Dee, General Middleton obtained by his artillery a similar success, the Highlanders not being able to stand the discharge of Musket's-Mother, which was the name they bestowed on great-guns. In an old ballad on the battle of the Bridge of Dee, these verses occur:

The Highlandmen are pretty men

For handling sword and shield,
But yet they are but simple men
To stand a stricken field.

The Highlandmen are pretty men
For target and claymore,

But yet they are but naked men
To face the cannon's roar.

For the cannons roar on a summer night

Like thunder in the air;

Was never man in Highland garb

Would face the cannon fair.

But the Highlanders of 1745 had got far beyond the simplicity of their forefathers, and showed throughout the whole war how little they dreaded artillery, although the common people still attached some consequence to the possession of the field-piece, which led to this disquisition.

Note XVIII. (p. 334).—Anderson of Whitburgh.

The faithful friend who pointed out the pass by which the High landers moved from Tranent to Seaton, was Robert Anderson, junior, d Whitburgh, a gentleman of property in East Lothian. He had beer interrogated by the Lord George Murray concerning the possibility of crossing the uncouth and marshy piece of ground which divided the armies, and which he described as impracticable. When dismissed, recollected that there was a circuitous path leading eastward through the marsh into the plain, by which the Highlanders might turn the flank of Sir John Cope's position, without being exposed to the enemy's fir Having mentioned his opinion to Mr. Hepburn of Keith, who instanty saw its importance, he was encouraged by that gentleman to awaits Lord George Murray, and communicate the idea to him. Lord George received the information with grateful thanks, and instantly awakened a Prince Charles, who was sleeping in the field with a bunch of pease under his head. The Adventurer received with alacrity the news that there w a possibility of bringing an excellently provided army to a decisive batte with his own irregular forces. His joy on the occasion was not very c sistent with the charge of cowardice brought against him by Cheval Johnstone, a discontented follower, whose Memoirs possess at least much of a romantic as a historical character. Even by the account of the Chevalier himself, the Prince was at the head of the second line of the Highland army during the battle, of which he says, "It was gained with such rapidity, that in the second line, where I was still by the side of the Prince, we saw no other enemy than those who were lying on the ground killed and wounded, though we were not more than fifty paces behind our first line, running always as fast as we could to overtake them."

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Note XIX. (p. 338).-Death of Colonel Gardiner.

The death of this good Christian and gallant man is thus given by his affectionate biographer, Dr. Doddridge, from the evidence of eye-wit

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"He continued all night under arms, wrapped up in his cloak, and generally sheltered under a rick of barley, which happened to be in the Geld. About three in the morning he called his domestic servants to him, of which there were four in waiting. He dismissed three of them with most affectionate Christian advice, and such solemn charges relating to the performance of their duty, and the care of their souls, as seemed plainly to intimate that he apprehended it was at least very probable he was taking his last farewell of them. There is great reason to believe that he spent :he little remainder of the time, which could not be much above an hour, n those devout exercises of soul which had been so long habitual to him, and to which so many circumstances did then concur to call him. The army was alarmed by break of day, by the noise of the rebels' approach, and the attack was made before sunrise, yet when it was light enough to discern what passed. As soon as the enemy came within gunshot they nade a furious fire; and it is said that the dragoons which constituted the eft wing, immediately fled. The Colonel at the beginning of the onset, which in the whole lasted but a few minutes, received a wound by a bullet in his left breast, which made him give a sudden spring in his saddle; 1pon which his servant, who led the horse, would have persuaded him to retreat, but he said it was only a wound in the flesh, and fought on, hough he presently after received a shot in his right thigh. In the meantime, it was discerned that some of the enemy fell by him, and particularly one man, who had made him a treacherous visit but a few days before, with great profession of zeal for the present establishment.

Events of this kind pass in less time than the description of them can be written, or than it can be read. The Colonel was for a few moments supported by his men, and particularly by that worthy person LieutenantColonel Whitney, who was shot through the arm here, and a few months after fell nobly at the battle of Falkirk, and by Lieutenant West, a man of distinguished bravery, as also by about fifteen dragoons, who stood by him to the last. But after a faint fire, the regiment in general was seized with a panic; and though their Colonel and some other gallant officers did what they could to rally them once or twice, they at last took a precipitate flight. And just in the moment when Colonel Gardiner seemed to be making a pause to deliberate what duty required him to do in such circumstances, an accident happened, which must, I think, in the judgment of every worthy and generous man, be allowed a sufficient apology for exposing his life to so great hazard, when his regiment had left him. He saw a party of the foot, who were then bravely fighting near him, and whom he was ordered to support, had no officer to head them; upon which he said eagerly, in the hearing of the person from whom I had this account, 'These brave fellows will be cut to pieces for want of a commander,' or words to that effect; which while he was speaking, he rode up to them and cried out, 'Fire on, my lads, and fear nothing.' But just as the words were out