It was not thus you've seen me sitting, And yet these plagues, now past before us, * The second-sight of the Highlanders furnishes poetry with a new kind of machinery. Walter Scott has since made use of it with great advantage, in several of his poems. I see the Mob, beflipp'd at taverns, Hunt us, like wolves, through wilds and caverns! What dungeons open on our fears! What horsewhips whistle round our ears! Tar, yet in embryo in the pine, Shall run on Tories' backs to shine; "For me, before that fatal time, And in its noose, that wavering swang, Friend Malcolmt hung, or seem'd to hang. *The child shall rue, that is unborn, The hunting of that day. Chevy-chase. Malcolm was a Scotchman, Aid to Governor Tryon in How changed from him, who bold as lion, And saved his life, but dropp'dt his breeches. And trembling ask'd him, "How d'ye do ;" his expedition against the Regulators, as they called themselves, in North Carolina. He was afterwards an under-officer of the Customs in Boston, where becoming obnoxious, he was tarred, feathered and half-hanged by the mob, about the year 1774. * quantum mutatus ab illo Hectore, qui rediit spoliis indutus. This adventure was thus reported among the anecdotes of the day. When Governor Tryon marched with his militia, to suppress the insurgents in the western counties of North Carolina, and found them, drawn up in array to oppose him, Malcolm was sent with a flag to propose terms, and demand the surrender of their arms. the parley, Tryon's militia began to The fire was immediately returned. Before the conclusion of fire on the Regulators. Malcolm started to es cape to his party; and by the violence of his pedestrian exertion (as Shakespeare says) "His points being broken, down fell his hose;" and he displayed the novel spectacle of a man running the gauntlet sans culottes, betwixt two armies engaged in action, and presenting an unusual mark to his enemy. |