Through tears the matron views her long-lost mate, And all their various tales of woe relate.

To go is danger-but 'tis death to stay,

Beneath the moon's wan beams they take their way;
With Heaven their trust, and FARQUHAR for their guide,
They reach the winding Maeshie's peaceful side;
There cheer'd by welcome, sooth'd by grateful love,
They built their humble dwelling in the grove.

END OF PART FOURTH.

Loyalty, Fidelity, and inflexible perseverance of the Highlanders, as exercised towards the unhappy Adventurer, Prince Charles Edward, in 1746. His Wanderings and Escapes. Episode of Captain M'Kenzie. Of the Banditti in the Cave of Glenmoriston. Cruelty of the licenc'd Soldiery. Patient sufferance of the inhabitants. Wanderings of the Chevalier through Morar and Arisaig, among the Western Isles. Soliloquy. Attempt to land on Raasay. Narrow escape from a Frigate off South Uist. Concealment in a Cavern there. Episode of Flora Macdonald: She conveys the Adventurer in disguise to Sky: She is carried Prisoner to England: Her Conversation with the Sovereign: Dismissal, and return to Sky. Marriage, and Emigration. Reflections on the Character of the Highlanders, as it appears in this Narrative. On the cor rupting influence which Wealth, Luxury, Extensive Commerce, and False Refinement, produce in Society, aided by that species of Learning which exhausts itself in exploring what is for ever concealed, and building systems that fall of themselves, before they are finished. The importance and necessity, in a country thus enervated by luxury, thus lost in frivolous pursuits and vain speculations,-to cherish, in whatever remote obscurity they exist, a hardy manly Race, inur'd to Suffering, fearless of Danger, and careless of Poverty, to invigorate Society by their Spirit, to defend it by their Courage, and to adorn it with those Virtues that bloom in the shade, but are ready to wither away in the sun-shine of Prosperity.

THE HIGHLANDERS:

PART V.

'Tis wonderful,

"That an invisible instinct should frame them
"To Loyalty unlearn'd*; Honour untaught;
"Civility not seen from other; Valour,
"That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
"As if it had been sow'd!"

SHAKESPEARE.

THE vanquish'd PRINCE, for safety forc'd to fly,

Amidst those mountains shunn'd each searching eye;
No threat of terror, or no splendid bribe,

Could warp to treachery the generous tribe:
For pleas'd with little, and in hardships try'd,
Their wants were all by simple means supplied;
Exertion bold, and feeling strong combin❜d,
Here nurse the noble independent mind.

*Royalty in the original.

None here fair loyalty or honour sold,
To purchase pleasure with unhallow'd gold;
Fearless of pain, yet dreading sore disgrace,
Whose sable blot might sully all their race:

When CHARLES an outlaw shrunk in wilds unknown
Where long his fathers fill'd an awful throne;
Though wealth and pow'r combin'd their forces led,
To point the axe at his devoted head,
Safe in the truth of his devoted train,

See! wealth and pow'r combine their force in vain :
Unhurt he slumbers in his sea-beat cave,
While round his bed the guiltless billows rave *.
Tho' gloomy guards protect the Monarch's gate,
Distrust and fear around his table wait:
And anxious doubts disturb his secret soul,
Of hidden daggers, or the poison'd bowl.

But far from courts, and their delusive arts,

How blest the PRINCE who rules o'er honest hearts! Unblasted he by treachery's poisonous breath,

And safely smiling 'midst the snares of death.

Oh! say, what gentle heart, what pitying muse,

Can the sad tribute of a tear refuse,

To that brave YOUTH, who in life's early bloom
Hid all his opening virtues in the tomb ;
Forsook the region of tumultuous strife,
And clos'd with pious fraud a blameless life.
*See note No. 27.

Could mildest worth and gentlest graces save,
No weeping muses had adorn'd his grave:
But noble force and dignity of mind,
Despis'd a life in honour's cause resign'd;

Let traitors ashes sleep in sculptur'd urns,
While thee, blest Youth! thy country's Genius mourns*.
Forgive, ye valiant dead! ye kindred shades!
That glide with heroes thro' Elysian glades,

The muse whose trembling hands entwine the wreath,
Whose mournful eyes retrace the paths of death:
So fast
ye crowd upon her dazzl'd view,

Like sun-beams on a cypress wet with dew:
She sinks, o'ercome, unequal to relate
Your loyal zeal, or your disastrous fate.
Yet e'er oblivion's leaden gates be clos'd
On humble worth, in life's low vale repos'd,
She'd touch the callous mind, unus'd to feel,
With savage virtue, and the lawless zeal
Of the bold Brothers in their darksome grove,
Whose steps licentious wont at ease to rove;
Who live like Nature's commoners at large,
Obey no master, and attend no charge,
But wander thro' the grassy glens at will,
Nor ask what owner rear'd the beeves they kill,
Then drag their prey home to their ample cave,
O'er whose dark entrance trembling aspins wave:

*See note No. 28.

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