The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-11-07
OLD STORIES RE- TOLD.
CULLODEN.

win remember his inimitable March to Finch
ley. That picture represents the rabble rear
Of King George the Seconds Guards staggering
past the Adam and Eve public house at the
northwest corner of Tottenham- -courtroad, on
their way to meet the Pretender at Culloden.
They are encumbered with Mol Flaggons of
che most disreputable character. Their COS
tame is garish, clumsy, and ungainly; yet the
tight and cumbrous uniform with hideous white
spatterdashes, those conical FOOLS caps with
brass plates in front, have been under
IRE at Dettingen and FOntenoy. Before
they taste the Adam and Eve gin and ale again,
they will have let the breath out of many a
bagpipe, in spite Of the greed of the Camp
bells the ire Of the Drummonds, the pride Of
the Grahams, and the ferceness Of the Muir
rays. Even that smart, pretty boy, the fifer,
will march straight at the cleaning claymores
and the fluttering tartans, as cool as If he
were going to troop the colors in Palaoe-yard
on quiet Sunday morning.
1t was q cold February day in l746 that Ho-
garth went slyly to watch the Guards march
north; for the Duke of Cumberland, recalled
by the news of the defeat of Hawley's veteran
cavalry by the rough rush of Charles Stuart's
Highlanders, reached Edinburgh on the Both
of January, after four days. hot posting.
AhOA0 WAS Null6 u bCbub az u MILITARY lbNbb
in St. James Palace the day before the gal
liant but rather tipsy Guards started to
Scotland by the way of Finchley. King
George had called together his officers,
wishing to send on reinforcements; but
was unwilling to order the Guards because
they had only recently returned from harass-
ing campaign against the French. The king
was a "duli little man of low tastes' CThaoke,
ray)-a little, dapper, oholeric fellow, with a
red face, white eyebrows, and gogging eyes,
he was bad husband, an un-English king,
and q cruel father; he swore at his subjects; he
smuggled away his fathers will; he would
kick his coat and wig about in his indecorous
shins; yet it must be confessed he
was high-spirited, bold little soldier,
for he had fought stoutly at Oudenarde
under those great captains, Eugene and Marl-
Borough and at Dettingen he had advanced on
foot, and, amid 'feu d'enfer," shaken his
sword at the combined horse and foot Of
France. He was in earnest now, fully re-
solved to die King of England, and, if his
son, the Duke, was repulsed, to head Ligo-
nier's and Pulteney's men, and have last
grapple for the crown. The Duke of New
oastle-fussy, false, and shambling; ridi-
euled by Smollet as the butt yet the mas
ter Of England-was of course at the levee.
The king spoke to his officers of the preca-
rious state of the country, and asked all who
were willing to meet the rebels to hold up
their right hands, and those who would rather
not, to hold up their left. Up instantly went
every right hand. The little red-faced man
burst into tears, bowed, and retired, The next
day the Guards marched, and at the corner of
Tottenham court-road, our little quick-eyed
friend, William Hogarth, intercepted them
with his sl1etch-book. Years afterwards, out
aide the gate of Calais, the painter saw some
Of the Highlanders the Guards met at Culloden,
ragged, beggared exiles, lying on the stones
muching stolen onions, dining on a pinch of
snuff, and thinking of the distant lakes and
mountains with that passionate homesickness
that seems peculiar to the mOuntaineer.
When Hogarth's picture was taken to the
king, he grew very red and furious indeed
over it. He did not like his Guards made
fun of.
81 hate bainting and boetry, " he spluttered.
"What A banter burlesque my Guards
He deserves to be bicketed for his insolence.
Away wild the trumpery." Bicketing was
hosting a soldier on the sharp back of a
wooden horse out on the parade in st. James
Park, and was by no means joke. Hogarth
also effervesced when he heard this, and dedi-
Gated the picture at once to his Majesty's rival,
the King of Prussia; by the saGpe token, he
Pnt only one to Prussia, and was much
bantered in consequence. Ezssa
The Young Pretender, according to the
Wing accounts, though he looked a noble and
a gentleman, was no hero. The Jaoobites
compared him to Robert Bruce, and were
never weary of praising his kingly courtli-
ness, his affability, his gallantry, and his
handsome person. He was in reality good
booking young man, with bright complexion
and fair hair. The Tories believed they saw
In his not very acute and rather sensual
face the hard lines and ill-omened
expression of the Stuart race. His
eyes were small, but lively, his neck short
his chin inclined to double. He generally
wore short tartan waistooat and treWs, his
blue garter, at his button hole a st. Andrews
sross hanging by green ribbon, but no star.
When marching with the army he donned
broad blue bonnet edged with gold lace. At
the Holyrood balls, when leading his fair
pArtisans with the white breast-knots down
the dance, he appeared either in a dress of fine
silk tartan with crimson velvet breeches, or in
the English court dress of the period, with a
diamond star glittering on his breast.
On the 18th of April the Young Pretender
being at Inverness, the Duke of Cumberland
a corpulent young man, with rough and AFRO
CANT mapners-fOrded the Spey at the head Of
the English army. He reached Elgin on the
Monday, and on Tuesday Nairn, only sixteen
miles from the insurgents. On the 10Th, being
his birthday, the army lay at Nairn, and were
feasted with brandy, cheese, and biscuit.
On the 18th, the Prince ordered his drums to
beat and his pipes to 'skirl" through Inverness
10 collect his half-starved and undisciplined
men, and the Highlanders shouted as he
walked through their lines:-"We'n give
Cumberland another Fontenoy. "That night
he biVouacked in the park round CullOden
House, four miles from Inverness. Orders
were sent TO collect the Frasers, the Keppooh-
AacdOnalds, the Maophersons, the Macgregors