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Ah no! for a darker departure is near;
the tale :
gore, Like ocean weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe! And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
Lochiel's warning. The following note by the poet will
interest our young readers, whilst it will, at the same time, throw light on this spirited poem :
“Lochiel, the chief of the warlike clan of the Camerons, and descended from ancestors distinguished in their narrow sphere for great personal prowess, was a man worthy of a better cause and fate than that in which he embarked,—the enterprise of the Stuarts in 1745. His memory is still fondly cherished among the Highlanders, by the appellation of the gentle Lochiel;' for he was famed for his social virtues as much as his martial and magnanimous (though mistaken) loyalty. His influence was so important among the Highland chiefs, that it depended on his joining with his clan whether the standa of Charles should be aised or not in 5. Lochiel was himself too wise a man to be blind to the consequences of so hopeless an enterprise, but his sensibility to the point of honour overruled his wisdom. Charles appealed to his loyalty, and he could not brook the reproaches of the Prince. When Charles landed at Borrodale, Lochiel went to meet him, but on his way called at his brother's house (Cameron of Fassafern), and told him on what errand he was going ; adding, however, that he meant to dissuade the Prince from his enterprise. Fassafern advised him in that case to communicate his mind by letter to Charles. 'No,' said Lochiel, 'I think it due to my Prince to give him my reasons in person for refusing to join his standard.' 'Brother,' replied Fassafern, 'I know you better than you know yourself : if the Prince once sets eyes on you, he will make you do what he pleases.' The interview accordingly took place; and Lochiel, with many arguments, but in vain, pressed the Pretender to return to France, and reserve himself and his friends for a more favourable occasion, as he had come, by his own acknowledgment, without arms, or money, or adherents : or, at all events, to remain concealed till his friends should meet and deliberate what was best to be done. Charles, whose mind was wound up to the utmost impatience, paid no regard to this proposal, but answered, that he was determined to put all to the hazard.' 'In a few days,' said he, ‘I will erect the royal standard, and proclaim to the people of Great Britain, that Charles Stuart is come over to claim the crown of his ancestors, and to win it, or perish in the attempt. Lochiel, who, my father has often told me, was our firmest friend, may stay at home and learn from the newspapers the fate of his Prince.' 'No,' said Lochiel, 'I will share the fate of my Prince, and so shall every man over whom nature or fortune hath given me any power.
“The other chieftains who followed Charles embraced his cause with no better hopes. It engages our sympathy most strongly in their behalf, that no motive, but their fear to be reproached with cowardice or disloyalty, impelled them to the hopeless adventure. Of this we have an example in the interview of Prince Charles with Clanronald, another leading chieftain in the rebel army.
Charles,' says Home, almost reduced to despair, in his discourse with Boisdale, addressed the two Highlanders with great emotion, and, summing up his arguments for taking arms, conjured them to assist their Prince, their countryman, in his utmost need. Clanronald and bis friend, though well inclined to the cause, positively refused, and told him that to take up arms without concert or support was to pull down certain ruin on their own heads. Charles persisted, argued, and implored. During this conversation (they were on shipboard) the parties walked backwards and forwards on the deck; a Highlander stood near them, armed at all points, as was then the fashion of his country. He was a younger brother of Kinloch Moidart, and had come off to the ship to enquire for news, not knowing who was aboard. When he gathered from their discourse that the stranger was the Prince of Wales ; when he heard his chief and his brother refuse to take arms with their Prince, his colour went and came, his eyes sparkled, he shifted his place, and grasped his sword. Charles observed his demeanour, and turning briskly to him called out, “Will you assist me?” “I will, I will,” said Ronald : “though no other man in the Highlands should draw a sword, I am ready to die for you !” Charles, with a profusion of thanks to his champion, said he wished all the Highlanders were like him. Without further deliberation, the two Macdonalds declared that they would also join, and use their utmost endeavours to engage their countrymen to take arms.' — HOME's Hist. Rebellion, p. 40."
THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. [Bassanio, one of the suitors for the hand of Portia, applied to
his friend Antonio, a wealthy merchant of Venice, for the loan of three thousand ducats to enable him to prosecute his suit. Antonio was unable to advance the money at the time, his whole capital being locked up in ventures by sea. Application was made to the Jew Shylock, who offered to advance the money on condition that Antonio signed a bond to the effect, that if the money was not repaid on the stipulated day he should forfeit to Shylock a pound of flesh, to be cut from his body ne the heart. When the day of payment arrived, Antonio was unable to meet the bond.
Our extract, commonly known as the “Trial Scene,” contains the solution of the difficulty, and shows how the
tables were completely turned on the Jew.] The DUKE, ANTONIO, BASSANIO, GRATIANO, SOLANIO,
SHYLOCK, PORTIA. Duke. What, is Antonio here ? Ant. Ready, so please your Grace.
Duke. I am sorry for thee; thou art come to answer A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch Uncapable of pity, void and empty From any
dram of mercy. Ant.
I have heard
Duke. Go one, and call the Jew into the court.
Enter SHYLOCK. Duke. Make room, and let him stand before our face. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice To the last hour of act: and th 'tis thought Thou 'lt show thy mercy and remorse, more strange Than is thy strange apparent cruelty : We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.
Shy. I have possessed your Grace of what I purpose.
But, say, it is my humour: Is it answered ?
house be troubled with a rat,
Now, for your answer.
Bass. This is no answer, thou unfeeling man,
Shy. I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
twice? Ant. I pray you, think you question with the
upon the beach,
wag their high tops, and to make no noise,
Bass. For thy three thousand ducats here is six.