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And so it was now.

Twelve hundred men were left slain or wounded upon the field of battle; but this did not satisfy the fierce soldiers. Some of them went through the field, and barbarously massacred the poor wounded creatures who lay dying upon the ground. Others spread themselves over the neighbouring country, to slaughter the fugitives endeavouring to escape, and laid all waste with fire and sword. The castles of the principal Highland chiefs, Lochiel's,—the gallant Lochiel's,--among the number, were plundered and burnt. Men were shot on the mountains, and women and children were driven out to wander and perish on the desolate heaths, without food or shelter.

In a few days, not a house, nor a cottage, nor a beast, nor any human creature, was to be seen within tifty miles of the scene of that fatal battle of Culloden! Such are some of the consequences, the fearful consequences, of victory.

But what became of Charles himself? The story of his escape after the battle of Culloden, is quite as wonderful and romantic as that of his namesake, Charles II. after the battle of Worcester. When he saw that all hope of victory was at an end, he rode off the field, and having held a conference with some of his still faithful adherents, he dismissed his followers, and for five months wandered alone


among the Highlands and Islands of Scotland, suffering from cold, and hunger, and weariness, and in the constant dread of being detected or betrayed ;-for the sum of thirty thousand pounds had been offered for his apprehension. But notwithstanding all these dangers, he was still preserved, and though obliged from time to time to entrust his life to persons who knew the price set upon his head, yet not one of them was led by love of money to betray him, or proved unworthy of his confidence. It is a consolation in sorrow to meet with those in whom we can trust and confide; but rarely is it that one situated as Charles now was, finds any so sympathizing and so disinterested. Too often it happens that

The friends that in our sunshine live,

When winter comes, are gone ;
And he that has but tears to give,

Must weep those tears alone.—Moore.
You will remember, I dare say, one melan-
choly instance, in an earlier part of our his-
tory, of the sacrifice of a life by a pretended
friend, for the sake of a reward. Happily
for Charles, his friends were more worthy of
the name.

And then there was another alleviation of his sorrows,-he had a strong disposition to hope. Hope has often been extolled, and not

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without reason, as one of the consolers of life in the midst of troubles and vexations; and though she sometimes deceives us by promising more than can ever be realized, yet we should be thankful that God has, in His kind care of His creatures, bestowed upon them such a softener of care as hope often proves to be, especially to those who have much to suffer in the rugged paths of life.

Charles had naturally a large share of hope, he was too of a good-humoured and cheerful disposition ; and this carried him through a great deal. Good-humour is a valuable quality at all seasons, and especially in times of turmoil and vexation. But let us return to the story of the Young Pretender and his adventures.

After some months of pursuit, his enemies at last traced him to the Isle of Uist, where he was endeavouring to conceal himself in a miserable but, clothed in rags, and almost without food. Escape now seemed impossible, and even the sanguine Charles was beginning to sink into despair. But a way of preservation was opened for him when he least expected it. It so bappened, that a young lady who was a warm friend to the cause of the Stuarts, was paying a visit on the island at that very time. Her name was Flora Macdonald. This lady was the step-daughter of the captain who com

manded the militia then occupying the island; and some of Charles's friends, knowing this, came to her, and asked her assistance on his behalf. Flora Macdonald knew that it would be at the risk of her life to attempt his preservation ; but she was compassionate and generous, and fearless too, and she determined, at all hazards, to undertake the desperate task. So she first of all procured from her stepfather, the militia captain, a pass for herself, and for a man and female servant, to the neighbouring island of Skye; and then she went with a friend to the retreat of the adventurer to communicate her project to him. They found him in the hut of which I told you, near the sea shore, in a miserable condition, and employed in roasting some meat on a spit. The kind-hearted ladies shed tears when they saw the state of poverty to which he was reduced ; but Charles, soon recovering his natural cheerfulness, told them that it was well for kings to pass through such troubles and difficulties as he was now experiencing. Flora Macdonald then began to acquaint him with the plan which she had formed for his escape. She had brought with her a female dress ; in this he was to attire himself, and to follow her as her maid, under the name of Betty. Charles readily consented; and that very evening they embarked,- Flora, a faith

ful Highland man-servant, and the so-called Betty. All that night they spent on the sea in an open boat; next morning, the mountains of Skye appeared before them in the distance, and in due time they all landed. But this island was by no means favourable to their cause.

Its possessor, Sir Alexander Macdonald, had deserted the Jacobite party, and was now in attendance on the Duke of Cumberland; and hostile soldiers were stationed all round the coast. What then was to be done? The enterprizing Flora, not at all dismayed by these difficulties, went to Sir Alexander’s wife, the Lady Margaret, revealed the whole secret, and then cast herself and the poor

adventurer upon her kindness and compassion. Lady Margaret did not betray Flora's confidence. She promised to protect Charles, if possible; not indeed in her own house, for that was filled with militia-officers; but she entrusted him to the charge of Macdonald of Kingsbury, a relative of her husband, and gave him strict injunctions to see to his safety.

As Charles walked along in his new dress, he acted his part so awkwardly as to excite observation, and his friends were afraid that he would in consequence be detected. However, he arrived safely at Kingsbury's house, and then, having taken an affectionate leave of his

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