that was impossible--he had made it
so vile; but she betrayed it, inviting to it not only Alfieri the Filthy,
but the coarsest grooms. Doctor King, the warmest and almost last
adherent of his family, said that there was not a vice or crime of which
he was not guilty; as for his foes, they scorned to harm him even when in
their power. In the year 1745 he came down from the Highlands of
Scotland, which had long been a focus of rebellion. He was attended by
certain clans of the Highlands--desperadoes used to freebootery from
their infancy, and consequently to the use of arms, and possessed of a
certain species of discipline. With these he defeated at Prestonpans a
body of men called soldiers, but who were in reality peasants and
artizans, levied about a month before, without discipline or confidence
in each other, and who were miserably massacred by the Highland army. He
subsequently invaded England, nearly destitute of regular soldiers, and
penetrated as far as Derby, from which place he retreated on learning
that regular forces, which had been hastily recalled from Flanders, were
coming against him, with the Duke of Cumberland at their head. He was
pursued, and his rear-guard overtaken and defeated by the dragoons of the
Duke at Clifton, from which place the rebels retreated in great confusion
across the Eden into Scotland, where they commenced dancing Highland
reels and strathspeys on the bank of the river for joy at their escape,
whilst a number of wretched girls, paramours of some of them, were
perishing in the waters of the swollen river in an attempt to follow
them. They themselves passed over by eighties and by hundreds,
arm-in-arm, for mutual safety, without the loss of a man, but they left
the poor paramours to shift for themselves; nor did any of these canny
people, after passing the stream, dash back to rescue a single female
life--no, they were too well employed upon the bank in dancing
strathspeys to the tune of 'Charlie o'er the water.' It was, indeed,
Charlie o'er the water, and canny Highlanders o'er the water, but where
were the poor prostitutes meantime? _In the water_.

The Jacobite farce, or tragedy, was speedily brought to a close by the
Battle of Culloden; there did Charlie wish himself back again o'er the
water, exhibiting the most unmistakable signs of pusillanimity; there
were the clans cut to pieces--at least, those who could be brought to the
charge--and there fell Giles Mac Bean, or, a