« السابقةمتابعة »
Our separation at Ruthven was truly affecting. We bade one another an eternal adieu. No one could tell whether the scaffold would not be his fate. The Highlanders gave vent to their grief in wild howlings and lamentations ; the tears flowed down their cheeks when they thought that their country was now at the discretion of the Duke of Cumberland, and on the point of being plundered ; whilst they and their children would be reduced to slavery, and plunged, without resource, into a state of remediless distress.'
After relating some of the principal adventures which befell the Prince, and giving the well known sacrifice of the heroic Mackenzie, in glowing colours, the author turns more particularly to his own history, which occupies the rest of the volume. He does not spare the character of the Duke of Cumberland, but recounts many shocking instances of his cruelty, which would bave tarnished greater deeds than any he could boast of performing. The author justly observes, that the battle of Culloden was lost, rather from a series of mistakes on the part of the rebel army, than any skilful manœuvre of the Duke :the truth is, that his Royal Highness's abilities were very limited. He was successful in Scotland, because he easily availed himself of the tlunders of the enemy; but, on the continent, when he was opposed to skilful generals, we see that his superiority va. nished, and he disgraced himself. No defence can be attempted, for his cruelties in Scotland: even his friend, the Earl of Waldegrave, allows that his passions were sometimes ungovernable, although he asserts that he possessed notions of honour and generosity worthy of a prince: Honest and candid, as Lord Waldegrave certainly was, his partiality for the Duke led him too far, in ascribing to him generosity of mind. It is worth remarking, that while the expulsion of the Stuarts was a blessing to the English, their claims have also been of benefit to them. The spirit of liberty, which arose in the reign, and crushed the power of the firsi Charles, has been permitted to glow-until the extinction of his race. Whether it has been only a coincidence, or that the existence of a family, who claimed a prior right to the throne, led the house of Hanover to be more guarded, and kept as it w.-re a gentle check upon them the fact is that the Stuarts have disappeared from the earth, and George the Fourth, and his ministry, possese more absolute power, than did any former king since the unfortunate Charles.
The Chevalier, after escaping from the field of battle where he was in imminent danger, endured many hardships, and wandered over the country in the disguise of a beggar: he arrives, after various adventures and bair breadth escapes, at Leith,
where he was protected by the Lady Jane Douglas, sister of the Duke of Douglas, and the firm friend of the author. On removing from the house, where he first sought shelter, to the mansion of his noble patroness, the Chevalier was involved in a ludicrous difficulty-which seems to have affected him very seriously, considering that the sword of justice was suspended over him;-but even the frightful view of a disgraceful death could not banish the Chevalier's gallantry. The disguise which he had borrowed from the labourer, had imparted to him a disagreeable complaint; which, however, he had expelled on his arrival at Leith: But in going to Lady Jane s, he was under the necessity of assuming the infected rags. A straight forward man would at once have communicated bis objections to his friend, and entreated the gift of some cleaner tatters; but this seems to bave been repugnant to the feelings of the gallant Chevalier ;--to tell a lady, and a duke's daughter, that he had had the itch! Horrible! We give his account of this dilemma:
Having recounted to Lady Jane the affair of the two sergeants, od the preceding evening, which had so much alarmed poor Mrs. Blythe, she observed that I was not then in a proper place, and she offered me an asylum in her house, where I should be more safe, as no one would dare to search it upon mere suspicion. She told me to come that very night, about ten o'clock, and ordered me to collect my rags for the journey. Her house was about half a league from Leith, in the village of Drumsheugh: the disguise was absolutely necessary, lest I should meet any one who knew me on the way. I said all that I possibly could to be freed from wearing my old clothes, for which I bad a particular repugnance; however, as I durst not venture to tell Lady Jane that they had given me the itch, I was obliged to put them on to comply with her request. I took every possible precaution to prevent my catching that odious disease a second time, by putting on two shirts, a waistcoat, and gloves under my rags. Notwithstanding the horror which I entertained for this dress, aod that I would have given a good deal to have had it burnt before Lady Jane called on me, it was the most precious dress I ever wore, having contributed so much to save my life.
• I arrived at the door of Lady Jane's house, about eleven o'clock at night, which I found half open ; and the gardener, who was the only one of her servants whom she dared to intrust with the secret, was waiting for me. He told me that Lady Jane bad ordered him to conduct me into her Ladyship’s apartment as soon as I arrived, without changing my clothes, as she wished to see me in my disguise. This was another source of uneasiness ; for I dreaded the pestilential odour wbich they would cause in the room; but I had no alternative. I found Mr. Stewart, and a lady who was related to me, with Lady Jane, waiting to see my metamorphosis. They all agreed that it Vol. IV.
was impossible to recognise me in this dress; only Lady Jane observed, that, to complete my disguise, I ought to have my eyebrows blackened with burnt cork. I made the experiment immediately, and found that the alteration which it produced in my appearance was considerable. I took my leave of them about midnight, and was conducted by the gardenar to the chamber which was destined for me, above the room where company was received, and where no one had slept, for a long time past. I immediately made a bubdle of my clothes, which I requested the gardener to burn in the garden, that I might hear no more of them, and be under no apprehension of wearing them again.'
In the house of Lady Douglas, the Chevalier resided tranquilly for ten months; when one of the servants alarming him with some reports she had heard at market, he determined, in the disguise of a pedlar, to go to London ; where, among the crowd of that city, he was most likely to remain undiscovered. An adventure that happened at Lady Jane's, confirmed him in this resolution : His friends having apprehensions that the house might be searched, and knowing no spot in it safe as a hiding place, smothered him one hot day in summer under a cock of hay.—Here he suffered all the agonies of boiling.
• I do not think it possible to suffer more than I did the whole day : the weather was fine, but very warm; the excessive heat of my situation under the hay, which was like an oven, almost deprived me of respiration. Mr. Stewart came to see me from time to time, and exhorted me to be patient; and, indeed, I had need of patience, for my sufferings were occasionally so insupportable, that I was sometimes tempted to give the bay to the devil, and expose myself to whatever might happen, rather than to continue where I was. My regard for Lady Jane alone restrained me. After the most dreadful sufferings, from ten o'clock in the morning till nine at night, remaining always in the same attitude, without power to stir myself, and bathed in sweat, I was at length relieved.”
The fear of a repetition of these torments quickened his actions-and, effectually disguised, he reached London in safety; where he remained for some time, fell in love with a lady whom he calls his charming Peggy, and from whom he reluctantly tore himself away, to join Lady Douglas in her voyage to Holland. The more to elude suspicion, he had assumed the office of footman to Lady Jane, and consequently performed its duties. Daring the passage, he met with an odd adventure, which he thus relates :
• Sir Clifton, who happened to be on board the packet-boat, was an acquaintance of Mr. Stewart, and he was invited into the cabin, which Lady Jane had engaged for herself and suite, whilst his servant and myself remained in a little anti-cabin, where we were
very uncomfortably situated, and a source of annoyance to each other. This rendered us both very cross and ill-tempered. When we were in bed, our legs were striking against each other, from the smalloess of the space in which we were cooped up. We suffered the more, as there were a great many passengers on board, and the weather being rainy, prevented them from going on deck, so that this little place was always literally crammed, and it was hardly possible to breathe in it. Each believing the other to be a footman, our respective observations were delivered in an insulting and contempluous tone; and the scene would certainly have terminated unfortunately, if Lady Jane had not informed the Baronet, at dinner, that there was a young gentleman in her suite, who had been with Prince Charles Edward, whom she wished to invite into her cabin to eat something. The Baronet told her, that he was in a similar predicament, as the person who acted as his valet was a Mr. Carnie, an officer in the Irish brigade in the service of France. both invited into the cabin to dinner, and on receiving the necessary explanations, we were very much surprised, and made a thousand excuses to each other for our incivility.'
Disappointed by the death of some of his friends, and the soldness of others, the Chevalier entered the French service in America. He met with dreadful tempests on his voyage thither, and was nearly shipwrecked. In the midst of his distress, he could notice the behaviour of his fellow passengers.
• Having regained the cabin as fast as I could, though not without some difficulty and several bruises, I found M. du Frene striking his feet with great violence against the partition. “Morbleu !" said he
to me,” is it not a bard case to perish in this manner, after having • escaped in a hell of a fire, at the siege of Bergen-op-zoom, with the grenadiers of the regiment of Lowendabl ?” M. de Montalembert quietly shed a torrent of tears ; and the Chevalier de Trion, a young man about twenty years of age, who appeared very little affected with our dreadful situation, told me that be bad made his peace before our departure from Rochefort.'
He took to reading the Psalms of David, and reflecting on the immortality of the soul. The crew made a vow to St. Nicholas, to cause a grand mass to be performed at Louisbourg, to which. each passenger contributed freely. The Chevalier calls this a sad and feeble resource; and observes, in a note :
• Having experienced violent gales in the Baltic, on my return from Russia, on board Mr. Walker's ship, where all the crew were Eng. lish, the difference which I observed between the English and French sailors was this, that the English sailors swear and work at the same time to the very last, and, as long as they can, keep their heads above water; whilst the French have more confidence in their vows than in their arms. It seems to me that a just medium would not be amiss.'-Note.
The author survives all these difficulties only to meet mortifications in every shape in Canada, when, after seeing hard service, and 'narrowly escaping death in the battle of Quebec, he returned to France, where he finished his memoirs, in the dreadful anticipation of wanting even the necessaries of life.
This work will be found entertaining and interesting. It throws light on the minute details of a most important event, and appears tolerably devested of prejudice. Some minor errors which occur in the book, are corrected by the editor ; whose notes are clear and useful, and who has ably performed his duty.
ART. IX.-Religiöse Gedichte von August HERMANN NIEMEYER.
Halle und Berlin, in den Buchhandlungen des Hallischen Waisenhauses. 1814. (Religious Poems, by A. H. Niemeyer, &c. &c.] Large 12mo. pp. xxxii. and 420.
Among the modern productions of the German muse, the Sacred Poems of the eminent Chancellor of the University at Halle, occupy a distinguished rank. The collection in the elegant volume before us, presents a rich variety. Some of the pieces are the fruits of his youthful genius; others are the matured offsprings of a season in which the venerable author sings :
• Die Zeit verriont-auch meine Tage schwinden ;
Mein Herbst ist da, er mahnt mich an das Ziel.' Yet we detect nothing that is void of vigour or beauty, and it would perhaps be difficult to point out any poetical selection, better calculated to please and edify, than the volume of Dr. Niemeyer.
The introduction, and the treatise on “Sacred Melodies and Oratorios,” possess a stamp truly German. The author's “Ideas," portrayed by a masterly hand, evince a classical taste, a correct judgment, a profound mind, and a pure heart. The Sacred Songs and Odes, on attractive subjects, and interesting occasions, and the sublime hymns for the most important festivals in the Lutheran Church, have a peculiarity of style and strain, which must warm the coldest heart, and elevate the soul that is cast down' and 'disquieted.'
Some of these hymns have been admitted into the late editions of books which are used in private and public devotional exercises-a purpose to which the additions from Niemeyer are admirably adapted.
The first part of the “ Religiöse Gedichte” contains “ Spiritual Hymns and Chorusses. It
opens with a hymn, entitled, Der Heilige Gesang :