The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-11-07

about parades, had thought out
remedy for this. He conceived
that if each man, on coming within the proper
distance of the enemy, should direct his thrust
not at the man directly opposite TO him, but
against the one who frOnted his right-hand
comrade, the target would be rendered useless,
and the Highlander would be wounded in the
right side, under the sword-arm, before he
could ward off the thrust. Accordingly, he
had praotised the men during the spring in
this new exercise. When they had taken their
morning meal, they were marched forward
from the camp, arranged in three parallel
divisions of four regiments each, headed by
Huske, Sempill, and Mordaunt, having a
column Of artillery and baggage upon one hand,
and a Gith-horse upon the other.
Duke Williams speech to his men betrayed
some anxiety as to the behavior of the sol
diers we saw start to Finchley. They were to
be firm and collected, and, forgetting all past
failures to remember the great object which
had brought them to that Scotch moor. He
represented the enemy to be merciess, and
that hard fighting was the only chance OF
safety.
He was grieved, he added, to suppose that
there could be person reluctant to fight
in the British army. But if there were
any there who would prefer to retire,
whether from disinclination to the cause,
or because they had relations in the rebel
do So as he would rather face the Highlanders
with one thousand determined men at his
back, than have ten thousand who were luke
warm. The men, catching enthusiasm from
his language, shouted, 'Flanders Flanders !"
and impatiently desired to be led forward to
battle. 1t was suggested to the duke at this
iuncture that he should permit the men to
dine, as usual, at l O'clock as they would not
probably have another opportunity of satisfy
ing their hunger for several hours. But he
rejected the proposal. "The men, he said,
twill fight better and more actively with
empty bellies; and, moreover, it would be a
bad omen. You remember what dessert
they got to their dinner at FallIirk ~
This was like the young hard martinez, who
forgot that we English at least always
fight best when well fed; but Duke Will
liam was a man who never had any
pity. The army advanced in formal mill
tary order, the hedges of bayonets glancing
and flashing in the cold sunlight. The
crimson colors Haunted, and one hun
dred drums, rolled valiantly by little cooked
hated men, sounded challenge to the angry
Highlandmen. Lord Kilmarnock predicted
defeat to the white cockades, when he OBJ
served the dukes cool, measused, determined
advance. About six hundred yards from the
rebel lines the marsh became so deep that
the soldiers were up to their ankles in water
and the artillery horses foundering in the bog
dragged the cumbrous guns through the brown
swampy pools. AS the moor was dry to the
right, the watchful duke then ordered Pulte-
ney's regiment to join the Scots Royals and
another body of horse to cover the left
wing. At five hundred PAGES from the en-
battled clansmen the duke halted his troops.
The day now, as if glooming for the catas-
trophe, became overcast; the sunshine faded
away, and drift of slanting snow began to
haot CHI nd tha
discouraged the Highlanders, and raised the
spirits of the English and Hessian soldiers.
Charles, feeling the disadvantage of this blind
ing rain, made some clumsy attempts to out
flank and get TO windward of the duke, but he
was battled in each attempt, and the two
armies returned to their first positions.
Il duIiLS +hase Ss9Ol0so EIOliOs and
Countermarches that a poor shock-headed
mOuntaineer resolved with the spirit of an old
Roman, to sacrifice his life for his prince and
his clan; he craftily approached the English
lines, demanded quarter, and was sent to the
rear. He, however, contrived to lounge
through the lines, paying no regard to the
rough ridicule of the soldiers. Lord Bury,
son of the Duke of Albemarle, and aide-de-
camp to the duke, happening just then to pass
by in richly laced dress, the crafty High
lander suddenly snatched a musket from
soldier near him, discharged it at an officer
whom he mistOok for the duke, and stoically
bore the shot from the ranks that instantly
stretched him dead.
In most battles the struggle is which shall
first gain the benefit of being the assailant
In this battle the effort was which should be
the last to attack, and by this unwise delay
| the Prince wasted all the ardor and fire of his
impetuOus irregular troops. The first shots
We're fired by the unhandy, reckless Highland
aTtillerymen. They blazed away at clump
OF horse, among whom they supposed the duke
was stationed, but the shot passed high over
| their heads.
How many heart far away was beating for
the men of those two armies The little,
struttlng, dapper, choleric king was thinking
OF his son; Fielding perhaps, over his wine,
| was deriding the oattle-stealing Highanders
In many an English cottage prayers were
Offering and tears shedding for humble Dick
and Tom ia the ranks. For those fierce mon
in the plaids, too, supplications were rising to
heaven from many grey-haired old sbenbsr6
on the mountains, many a fair-haired lassie
by the loch-side, many mother in the lonely
| glen.
| A few minutes after one Colonel Bedford
received orders from the duke to omen a can
nonade ON the Pretender's army, to provoke
the Hlghlanders to advance. Maior-General
Husk ON the left Lord Temple on the right
ana Brgadler MOrdaunt in the centre. as well
as Generals Bland and Hawley, who guarded
lhe cannon at the wings, could see the
Young Italian" as they derisively called
him. They discerned his WomanIv bIue
eyes, his long neck and his blonde peruke.
as ne stood on an eminence. Colonel Bed
lord, indeed, leVellng a gun, not only cut
| grooves and lanes through the en-
iaged highland ranks, but actually bespattered