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flutter to his Grace of Newcastle, may be imagined. "What a Nephew have
I!" thinks Britannic Majesty: "Hah, and Embden, Ost-Friesland, is not
his. Embden itself is mine!" A great deal of ill-nature was generated,
in England, by this one affair of the Privateers, had there been no
other: and in dark cellars of men's minds (empty and dark on this
matter), there arose strange caricature Portraitures of Friedrich: and
very mad notions--of Friedrich's perversity, astucity, injustice, malign
and dangerous intentions--are more or less vocal in the Old Newspapers
and Distinguished Correspondences of those days. Of which, this one
sample:

To what height the humor of the English ran against Friedrich is still
curiously noticeable, in a small Transaction of tragic Ex-Jacobite
nature, which then happened, and in the commentaries it awoke in
their imagination. Cameron of Lochiel, who forced his way through the
Nether-Bow in Edinburgh, had been a notable rebel; but got away to
France, and was safe in some military post there. Dr. Archibald Cameron,
Lochiel's Brother, a studious contemplative gentleman, bred to Physic,
but not practising except for charity, had quitted his books, and
attended the Rebel March in a medical capacity,--"not from choice," as
he alleged, "but from compulsion of kindred;"--and had been of help to
various Loyalists as well; a foe of Human Pain, and not of anything else
whatever: in fact, as appears, a very mild form of Jacobite Rebel.
He too got, to France; but had left his Wife, Children and frugal
Patrimonies behind him,--and had to return in proper concealment,
more than once, to look after them. Two Visits, I think two, had been
successfully transacted, at intervals; but the third, in 1753, proved
otherwise.

March 12th, 1753, wind of him being had, and the slot-hounds uncoupled
and put on his trail, poor Cameron was unearthed "at the Laird
of Glenbucket's," and there laid hold of; locked in Edinburgh
Castle,--thence to the Tower, and to Trial for High Treason. Which went
against him; in spite of his fine pleadings, and manful conciliatory
appearances and manners. Executed 7th June, 1753. His poor Wife had
twice squeezed her way into the Royal Levee at Kensington, with
Petition for mercy;--fainted, the first time, owing to the press and
the agitation; but did, the second time, fall on her knees before Royal
George, and supplicate,--who had to turn a deaf ear, royal gentleman; I
hope, not without pai