the poet's mind naturally being much more intent upon the romantic story of the Acadians and the broader outlines of his poem than upon definite localities, the surroundings of the last scene in the drama are still left in the nebulous region of uncertainty, which is the most appropriate setting for a romance. With regard to the burial-place of the lovers there can be no question, for, as Mr. Esling clearly demonstrates, the only spot that answers to Mr. Longfellow's description is "the little church down the alley."

"Side by side, in their nameless grave, the lovers are sleeping.

Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard,

In the heart of the city, they lie."

So in the Catholic church of St. Joseph's, set like a mosaic in the midst of dingy alleys and high buildings, we leave the dear, constant old lovers to sleep their last sleep. Little did they dream that their obscure love-story would lead so many clever people to talk about them, nor would it, had

not the hand of the poet touched it with the magic of his genius.

Two heroines who lived, not in the misty realm of fiction, but in the clear, bright light of day, were Flora Macdonald and Rebecca Gratz. The former, from the moment that she appears upon the pages of history with her heroic offer of service"Since I am to die, and can die but once, I am perfectly willing to put my life in jeopardy to save his Royal Highness”— to the hour of her death, when she was still loyal to the memory of Prince Charlie, presents a character of singular frankness, courage, and devotion. After the escape of the prince who seemed so unworthy of the lives risked in his defence, Flora Macdonald was taken prisoner and carried to London. When it transpired that the Scotch maiden was not a Jacobite, but simply a devoted child of monarchy, she was courted and feted by the nobility, and even granted an audience by George II.

How dared you to succor the enemy of my crown and kingdom?" was the disconcerting query of the king, to which

Flora replied, without embarrassment, “It was no more than I would have done for your Majesty, had you been in like situation."

During her sojourn in London, where her life was a round of festivities, Flora's portrait was painted for Commodore Smith, whose sloop had conveyed her to the metropolis as a prisoner. Later she left. London in a coach-and-four, in company with Malcolm Macleod, a fellow-conspirator, and five years after married one of her own clansmen, Allan Macdonald, the young Laird of Kingsburgh, whose mother had aided in the escape of the prince. Flora became mistress of the mansion in which Charles Edward had passed his first night on the Isle of Skye. Here, in 1773, Mrs. Macdonald entertained Dr. Johnson and Mr. Boswell, the Highland hostess being described by the latter as "a little woman, of a genteel appearance and uncommonly mild and well-bred." Later, Mr. Boswell records that he slept at the Macdonalds' in the same room with Dr. Johnson, and had the pleasure of seeing the great lexi

cographer ensconced in the bed in which Prince Charles Edward lay after the battle of Culloden, when thirty thousand pounds were offered as a reward for apprehending him. "To see Dr. Samuel Johnson lying in that bed in the Isle of Skye, in the house of Miss Flora Macdonald (for so I shall call her), struck me with such a group of ideas as it is not easy for words to describe, as they passed through my mind. He [Dr. Johnson] smiled and said, 'I have no ambitious thoughts in it.'" At breakfast the next morning Mrs. Macdonald related her adventures, to the great satisfaction of Dr. Johnson, and of Mr. Boswell, who of course made full notes of the conversation.

In 1774 the Macdonalds sailed from Cambelton, Kintyre, for Wilmington, North Carolina. Hither Flora's fame had preceded her and she was received with open arms. A grand ball was given in her honor in Wilmington, and upon her approach to Cross Creek (now Fayetteville) she was greeted with strains of the pibroch and the martial airs of her native land.

For some time she remained among her friends at Cross Creek, and the site of her home is still shown, although the house is now in ruins. Later the Macdonalds removed to Cameron's Hill in Cumberland County, and afterwards to Anson County.

During the early years of the Revolution Mrs. Macdonald and her family-many of the clan having come to America-exerted great influence over the Highlanders in North Carolina. This influence was naturally in favor of the crown, and was of great service to Martin, the Tory governor of the State. At the battle of Moore's Creek, in February, 1776, a number of loyalists led by Donald Macdonald were defeated and routed. After the battle the victorious Americans found General Macdonald sitting alone on a stump near his tent, waving in the air the parchment scroll containing his commission, which he delivered into their hands. Over eight hundred common soldiers were made prisoners, disarmed, and discharged, while a number of officers were taken to the jail in Halifax. Among these were Allan Mac