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kind protectress, he passed over next day to another island, under the disguise, this time, of a servant-man. After some other adventures and escapes, he finally left Scotland in the autumn of that eventful year, and embarked from the very spot where, fourteen months before, he had landed full of hope and enterprise. Now his hopes were gone for ever, and the remainder of his life was to be passed in exile and obscurity. Happy would it have been for him, had he spent those years in profitable occupations. He would then have had little cause to regret the loss of a crown which had occasioned so much misery to many of his ancestors,—the unhappy sovereigns of the house of Stuart. But I am sorry to tell you, that he lived during that time in a manner quite unworthy of a great man, and of an immortal being. He died at Rome, in the
will be anxious to know what became of the generous and kind-hearted Flora Macdonald. She had a penalty to suffer for her disinterested conduct to Charles, and so also had Kingsbury. They were both arrested ; Kingsbury was taken to Edinburgh, and Flora to London, where she remained in confinement for twelve months. But it was not likely that such a woman would be suffered to remain long a prisoner, without exciting sympathy and compassion. The Prince of Wales himself interceded for her release; and she was at last set free, and presented by the Jacobite ladies of London with the sum of £1500. She afterwards married a son of Kingsbury. Some portion of her future life was spent in America ; but she finally returned to Scotland, and died, at an advanced age,
in her native Isle of Skye. She had several sons,
who all beld offices under the sove. reigns of England, but she retained to the last her affection for the cause of the Stuarts.
Here then, we must leave the melancholy history of that unhappy family. There is much to pity and something to admire in them and in their adherents,-their disinterested and faithful Highland friends ;-and when we read the story of their unsuccessful struggles, though we feel thankful for the good Protestant regulations which excluded them from the throne, because their succession to it would have endanged our civil and religious liberty, we may yet feel compassion too, and not withhold the sympathy which is due to the fallen family of the House of Stuart.
I have to tell you of some other events which happened in this reign, in places far distant from Scotland. I will however reserve these long journeys for another time, because I wish, before we conclude the present chapter, to reVOL. II,
late to you some particulars in the life of a remarkable man who performed a part in the Scottish struggle of which we have just been reading
We have seen much of the horrors, and much too of the moral evils connected with war, in our late story ;-much of cruelty and revenge, and other bad feelings; and perhaps you have been inclined to think, as you read the account, that no truly good man could be found in such scenes. Now this is a mistake. War is indeed, at best, a dreadful thing; and it is made more dreadful still, when it is commenced with ambition, carried on with cruelty, and ended with revenge. War must always be considered as one of the sad consequences of sin in this our fallen world ;--a sore evil indeed, and yet sometimes a necessary one,
For if rebellions arise, they must be quelled ; and if enemies attack and invade us, they must be resisted and fought against. All this is necessary to attain or to preserve the blessings of peace; and so it must be, until happier times arrive. Then indeed,
No more shall nation against nation rise,
Now, from what I have just said, you will see that even a truly religious man may soldier; he may be brave and valiant, and fight as vigorously as any man for his king and for his country's cause. He will even be the better soldier from the very circumstance of his being a Christian one; for he will have higher motives and stronger encouragements set before him, than any other can have. He will be able to feel somewhat as David felt when he went out to fight his battles, and to say, as he said, “ The Lord is my strength, who teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight; iny shield, in whom I trust, who subdueth the people under me."
Now the good man I have already referred to, was one who may indeed be called a Christian soldier. His name was Gardiner, and the engagement in which he fought so bravely, and fell so nobly, was that of Preston-Pans. He was Colonel in one of the regiments of the king's army sent out to resist the efforts of the young Pretender. Colonel Gardiner was well aware of the dangers he should have to encounter in that struggle ; and perhaps as he took leave of his beloved home, and went, in obedience to his sovereign's orders, to fight against the enemy in the field of battle, a feeling of sadness might have passed through his mind; an impression, it might be, that he
should never enter that home again ; and as he bade farewell to his weeping wife, he endeavoured to comfort her with these words, “Remember, we have eternity to spend together.” And so they parted.
The eve of the battle of Preston-Pans arrived, and Gardiner showed himself to be, in every respect, a brave soldier, and a skilful commander. He went through the ranks, encouraging the men, and exhorting them to quit themselves well the next day, and to fight gallantly for their king.
And then, every preparation being made, he lay down to take a
but armed, and in the open field, that he might be ready to meet the enemy at a moment's warning. The morning dawned, and Gardiner arose. And then, remembering the uncertain issue of that day, and the probability that, ere it closed, he might be numbered with the slain, he took an affectionate leave of those around him, and afterwards spent an hour alone in devotion and prayer. This was his final preparation for battle, and the salutary effects of such preparation might be seen in the calm and cool
which he displayed all through that memorable day.
The battle began. Gardiner fought long and valiantly ; even when wounded he did not give way; and when his horse was killed under him, he continued to fight on foot. At length