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" And faithful, like a brother or a son, “ Will till your fields till May's bright days come on ; “ And while warm life her vital pow'r retains, “ And truth, and sense, and
remains : “ Should penury, or sad mischance betide “ My friendly hostess, or my gentle guide, “ My kindred, mindful of the generous deed, “ Shall yield them shelter in the hour of need.” The matron pleas'd, accepts the promis'd aid, In silence meek assents the grateful maid. Serene and peaceful smil'd the shortening day, And FARQUHAR now unwilling hastes away : Yet oft he turn'd, as inly loth to go, And blest the gentle inmates of Glendoe.
Now doubly welcome to his native vale, Of war's alarms he tells th' awakening tale, And keen recounts what all his kindred owe For hospitable rites in fair Glendoe.
Now all the North grew bright with hostile arms, From every hill resound the loud alarms And rumour tells, in shrill discordant tones, Of vanquish'd monarchs, and of tottering thrones. But FARQUHAR, reckless of the fatal strife, Still past in tranquil shades his blameless life; And chid the hours, and thought the sun too slow That rose to light him to his lov'd Glendoe.
* See note No. 25.
Sweet April deck'd with primrose wreath appears,
, And smiles, like harmless infancy, thro' tears ; When thro' the pathless hills, th’ advent'rous swain, His Moraig's peaceful dwelling sought again.
In vain he casts around his searching eyes, From every side the smoky columns rise, And
savage shouts are heard, and doleful cries ! While from the mountain's top he views a-fat The barbarous traces of unsparing war, Irresolute he stands, to turn, or go, Urg'd by despair to meet the ruthless foe Resoly'd at last, he seeks the dark retreat Where lovely MORAIG first he chanc'd to meet, In hopes some victim of disastrous fate, Hid in those shades, might aught of her relate. Her grandsire there, deep sorrowing on the ground, With haggart looks, in silent woe he found. « Oh tell, good father, tell, what wretched lot “ Befel the blameless inmates of thy cot: “ Have they obey'd the victor's stern command, “ Or fled for succour to some happier land * ?”
Say, where, my son, should helpless females go? ' A happier land than this they ne'er can know.
They make their bed beneath th' inclement sky, "And meet with sorrow wheresoe'er they fly :
* See note No. 26.
yon secret glen, within whose shades,
They rest conceal'd, till this dread hour be past :
Now FARQUHAR’s glowing cheek and heaving breast The strong emotions of his soul confest : “ Come, father, haste to quit this scene of woe, « First to the cave to seek the warriors go ; « Then let us fly to Moraig's secret glen, " And shun the blood-stain'd haunts of impious men; “ Thro' dark Glenmurky's woods I know a way,
Impervious to the searching eye of day : « Through that lone path your secret steps I'll guide, « Where plenty dwells on Maeshie's grassy
side. « Beneath my father's roof my only love “ Shall to the aged pair a daughter prove: 6. Their ancient home, tho" destin'd thus to leave, « Let not my gentle Morair's kindred grieve: « Endear’d by ties of sympathy divine, “ Henceforth be gentle Moraig's kindred mine."
The wounded warriors, and the sorrowing sage, Now sought the darling comforts of their age;
Through tears the matron views her long-lost mate, And all their various tales of woe relate. то
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.
Loyalty, Fidelity, and inflexible perseverance of the Highlanders, as
exercised towards the unbappy Adventurer, Prince Charles Edward, in 1746. His Wanderings and Escapes. Episode of Cap. tain 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 of 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 corrupting 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.