He may be loon or coward, That spur scarce touch would nearly— Like the stubble of the barley. While the Spanish weapon gleams.— *Flag. + Warrior. Y VOL. II. Then, to see you swiftly baring Weal to him and woe to George; Far, than stoups of wine to trowl, Join ye to your clans your cheer! Gallant in your loyal pride, Stretch the foe the turf beside. That revel rife till drunk with strife, Are strange to fear;-their broadswords shear The red-coats feel the barb of steel, The few have won fields, many a one, Then let us march, nor let our hearts A start of fear betray. Come gushing forth, the trusty North, Macshimei,* loyal Gordon; And prances high their chivalry, And death-dew sits each sword on. * Lovat and his clan, JOHN ROY STUART. JOHN ROY STUART was a distinguished officer in the Jacobite army of 1745. He was the son of a farmer in Strathspey, who gave him a good education, and procured him a commission in a Highland regiment, which at the period served in Flanders. His military experiences abroad proved serviceable in the cause to which he afterwards devoted himself. In the army of Prince Charles Edward, he was entrusted with important commands at Gladsmuir, Clifton, Falkirk, and Culloden; and he was deemed of sufficient consequence to be pursued by the government with an amount of vigilance which rendered his escape almost an approach to the miraculous. An able military commander, he was an excellent poet. His "Lament for Lady Macintosh" has supplied one of the most beautiful airs in Highland music.* In the second of his pieces on the battle of Culloden, translated for the present work, the lamentation for the absence of the missing clans, and the night march to the field, are executed with the skill and address of a genuine bard, while the story of the battle is recited with the fervour of an honourable partisan. Stuart died abroad in circumstances not differing from those of the best and bravest, who were engaged in the same unhappy enterprise. * See the Rev. Patrick Macdonald's Collection, No. 106. LAMENT FOR LADY MACINTOSH. This is the celebrated heroine who defended her castle of Moy, in the absence of her husband, and, with other exploits, achieved the surprisal of Lord Loudon's party in their attempt to seize Prince Charles Edward, when he was her guest. Information had been conveyed by some friendly unknown party, of a kind so particular as to induce the lady to have recourse to the following stratagem. She sent the blacksmith on her estate, at the head of a party of other seven persons, with instructions to lie in ambush, and at a particular juncture to call out to the clans to come on and hew to pieces "the scarlet soldiers," as were termed the royalist troops. The feint succeeded, and is known in Jacobite story as the "Route of Moy." The exploit is pointedly alluded to in the Elegy, which is replete with beauty and pathos. DOES grief appeal to you, ye leal, Heaven's tears with ours to blend? The taper's glow of waxen snow, The southern west its blast released, |