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reprovers the champions of liberty, both civil and ecclesiastical.
Surrounding the Palace there is a large common, called the King's Park, where a Highland regi. ment, stationed in the Castle, were under review. It was truly a beautiful sight to see 800 finely made men going through their complicated evolutions with the regularity of machinery. The Highland dress consists of a cap with tartan band and plumes, tight red coat or jacket, tartan hose, shoes with a large plated buckles, and neat ribbon as a garter, while in front hangs the spleuchen or pocket, made of goatskin. After marching and countermarching, and going through various movements, they were ordered to fire. As all the men in each company fired at once, it sounded like a single report. Each company then formed into a square, with their officers in the centre—the feat they performed so successfully at Waterloo, and which enabled them to baffle overwhelming numbers for many hours. In this phalanx the faces of the men on all sides were outward. The outside row knelt, and in this position fired, while the next one behind fired over their heads. After this there was a running fight, the men discharging, sometimes on their feet, at other times kneeling, and again while lying in a horizontal position. · Altogether it was a curious and interesting sight, while the smoke and the sound of discharging musketry made one feel as though he were in the din of battle. When the inspection was over, they marched to the national music of Scotland, the bagpipes, back to the Castle.
I have now lying before me a paper containing an account of her Majesty Queen Victoria's arrival at Holyrood, and her reception there. She and her royal household were received with all those demonstrations of loyalty and joy which an enthusiastio people like the Scotch so naturally manifest. The presence of the military—the roar of artillery—the assemblage of the nobles and magistrates—all served to give effect to the love for the Queen's person, which is so strongly felt, and was so appropriately manifested on this occasion.
Just one hundred and five years ago, these same gates were opened for the reception of one who laid claim to royalty—and whose claim, too, contained more justice in it than such pretensions usually possess.
I have in my possession a copy of the Caledonian Mercury, published September 23rd, 1745 --a rare curiosity, the gift to me of a lady in Edinburgh-one, too, which looks as though it had been well thumbed and carefully perused. It is not only interesting from its age, but also from the nature of its contents. Prince Charlie approached the city of Edinburgh and encamped near the walls on the evening of the 17th Sep. tember, 1745. The magistrates of the town waited on his Royal Highness, to demand time for drawing up a capitulation. “The Prince's answer,” says the Mercury, “was that he thought his manifesto was sufficient for all his subjects to accept with joy, and that they had no other to expect. To consider of this, he gave them four hours, and required a positive answer by two o'clock in the morning; but no such answer coming, and only a further delay being asked, his Royal Highness refused to hearken to any. thing farther, and ordered a detachment of nine hundred men, under cloud of night, to storm the town, and accordingly early in the morning they rushed in at the Netherbow gate and took possession of the town. The Prince marched to
Holyrood, and encamped his army in the King's Park, where he was met by 20,000 citizens of Edinburgh, huzzaing and welcoming his Highness. The crowd was so throng, that he that got an opportunity of kissing his foot thought himself very happy.” This paper, which seems rabidly Jacobite, and which was published just at the climax of their short-lived triumph, goes on with the following eloquent, though ridiculous peroration. “When we see a Prince born to rule, and endowed with every quality that can fit him for it—a Prince of whom it may be said more truly than of Titus Vespasian, that he is the delight of mankind, whom to see is to love ; his presence and manner commanding reverence, softening hearts, subduing prejudices, and turning the spite of his enemies into respect and the warmest affection—a Prince of our own blood, being the direct lineal descendant of the ancient race of our Scotch Kings, which for 2000 years or more had governed a free and hąppy peoplea prince who might have lived in ease and splendor abroad—thus listening to the groans of an oppressed and unhappy people, and exposing his sacred person for their relief, animated more
by zeal to rescue his country from ruin, than to recover the just rights of his family—when we see him through so many difficulties, landing in a remote corner of his country, ill furnished with accommodations — when we see this banished, proscribed, darling Prince march on foot above one hundred and fifty miles, from a distant part of his dominions to the capital of his ancient king, dom, without effusion of blood, without striking a blow, or any ill accident happening, and in six weeks after his landing safely lodged in the palace of his ancestors, where none of his family had been for sixty-three years before ;—what can we conclude, but that this Prince is the care of Heaven, as well as the darling of his people ?" In another column it says, “On Saturday last, there was a message sent by the Prince to the ministers of the gospel of this city, desiring them to continue to preach as usual, only that they should forbear names if they should pray for the King or Royal Family ; which accordingly was notified to them that evening, at their respective dwelling houses; and in consequence thereof the bells were ordered and did ring yesterday for both forenoon and afternoon sermons, but none of the ministers