The Sun.
London, England, 1834-11-11 00:00:00

On the escape of Prince Charles Edward from Scot-
land, disguised as a female, and under the guidance of
the heroine Flora Macdonald, the following odd re-
marks took place :—" Mrs. Macdonald's maid could
not keep her eves off the Prince, and said to Miss
Flora, I think I never saw such an impudent looking
woman as Kingsborough is walking with ; I dare say
she is either an Irishwoman, or a man in woman's
clothes.' Miss Macdonald replied, She was an Irish-
woman, for she knew her, having seen her before.'
Bless me,' quoth the maid, what long strides she
takes, and how awkwardly she manages her petticoats,'
&c. When he had arrived at Kingsborough's house
for the, night, the daughter went up to her mother in a
great hurry and surprise, crying out, Mamma, mamma,
my father has brought hither a very odd, muckle, ill-
shaken up wife as I ever I saw, nay has taken her into
the hall too.' Mrs. Macdonald then went herself, but
was frightened, as she said, at seeing such
a muckle trollop of a caning make like lang strides
along the ball that she did not like her appearance.'
When she entered the room, the Prince was sitting,
but got up immediately and saluted her. Mrs. Mac-
donald then began to tremble, having found a rough
beard, but never dreamt it was the Prince, imagining
it was some distressed nobleman or gentleman in dis-
guise. She, therefore, went directly out of the room
with the keys in her hand to her husband, and greatly
importuned him to tell her who it was. Kingsborough
smiled at her naming the beard, and told her, ' My
dear, it is the Prince.' The Prince cried she,
then we are a' ruined, we will a' be hanged now.'
Hout,' cried he, we shall die but once, and if we
are hanged for this, we die in a good cause. But go,
make haste with supper : bring us eggs, butter, cheese,
and whatever else is ready.' Eggs, butter, cheese,'
quoth she, what a supper is that for a Prince !" Oh,
wife quoth he, you little know how this good Prince
bath lived of late ; this will be a feast to him. Besides
to make a formal supper, would make the servants
suspect something ; the less ceremony, therefore, the
better. Make haste, and come to supper yourself.'
I come to supper,' said she, I know not how to be-
have before Majesty.' You must come,' said Kings-
borough, for the Prince will not eat one bit without
you, and you'll find it no difficult matter to behave be-
fore him, so obliging and easy is he in his conversa-
tion.' At supper the Prince placed Miss Flora at his
right hand, and Mrs. Macdonald at his left. He made
a plentiful supper, eating four eggs, some collops,
bread and butter, drank a bottle of small beer, and then
calling for a bumper of brandy, he drank health and
prosperity to his landlord and landlady, and after sup-
per smoked a pipe. Having been so much afflicted
with the toothache in his wanderings, he was obliged
to smoke to obtain some mitigation of his pain, and he
was often obliged to use the same pipe till it was as
black as ink, and worn or broken to the stump. After
drinking a few glasses of wine, and finishing his pipe,
the Prince went to bed and slept nine or ten hours
without interruption, not having lain in a bed for many
days before.—From a genuine and true Journal V
the miraculous Escape of the Young Chevalier.

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