Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1868-05-08

carnage. Her spirit was lent to many a
brave young Highlander, to raise on high
the claymore and strike. and cleave in two
the naughty foeman. She was the daugh-
ter of Macdonald of Milton, who was of
the Macdonalds of Claranald. In early
childhood she lost her father, and on the
marriage of her mother with Macdonald
of Armadale in Skye, who was Govern
ment man," she became connected with
the political parties of the times, Wings
and Tories. After the battle of Culloden,
she left Skye purposely to visit her step
brother in South Uist. It was on this jour
ney that she met, and made the acquaint-
ance of Captain O'Neil, the only compan-
ion of the Prince, then wandering from is
land to island, and often in caves, eluding
the vigilance of his enemies. The Captain
recounted to her the hardships which
Charlie was undergoing, and implored
her assistance in procuring his escape in
safety to the continent. She was a poor
weak woman, but she had stout and SEN
sitive heart. THE sympathy of the heart
is the great human instrument of doing
good, and Flora in this sympathy was
rich. At the proposition to disguise him
as woman, her womanly ingenuity found
a ready solution. "Bettie Burke" was
her waiting maid. The Prince is therefore
vested with the garments of Bette. and in
this romantic attire they start from Ben
becula, a little island at the north of South
Uist, cross the Little Minch. and reach
Skye in safety. If the reader trouble him.
self to look at the map of Scotland he will
easily see the difficulty Of escape, and the
many chances open to the capture of the
fugitive Stuart. The beautiful Flora was
mistress of the situation, and she under
stood we'll the condition of things She
knew where the English had placed their
spies; how to avoid the English pickets and
patrols The day to bid farewell arrived.
The Prince waved his adieux, and hoped,
but hoped in vain, to meet again his dear
deliverer. He escaped the vengeance of
the English government; not so Flora
| This delicate female was to undergo i'm
prisonment for that which should have
commanded the respect of every nation
under the sun. But England knew no such
magnanimity. She has never been brought
up In that school. Hers is to crush, and
not to elevate. Hers it is to grind, and
not to garner the affections of the human
heart, where those affections spring from
patriotic motives foreign to her institutions.
| This is nothing. tits the history of England,
and England's Puritanism. During the late
war it was much felt on this continent and
it is still remembered in many cherries
home. Flora was arrested and confined in
cold, damp, unhealthy prison ship. Here
| she had to De for five long weary months, at
the end of which time she was removed to
London, where, in English parlance, she
suffered a mild Imprisonment for one year.
Her release was a signal of triumph, and
the Tory nobility of the city turned out en-
mQSSe to do her honor. Lady Primrose
waited on her and introduced her at court,
where she was warmly welcomed, and re-
ceived rather as Queen than an inmate
from a neighboring goal. She was glad to
leave the impure atmosphere of London,
and breathe again the pure air of her
mountain home. She entered that city as
a prisoner. She left it amid the enthusiast
tic cheers of long live the heroine Of the
Scotch rebellion! Flora selected that great
and good soldier. General Malcomb, to at
tend her. In his pride he exclaimed that
he had come TO London to be hanged,
but rode back in a chaise and-four with
Flora Macdonald" Her dear Charlie P"
was already beyond the reach of danger
At Lochnanach he met o French frigate.
which conveyed him in safety to France.
A few months before and the crown of
England was in his grasp, and the CONT
nent blazed with an universal fen d'jOie at
his signal successes. Not now. He met
friends, but they were few. The treaty of
Aix-la -Chapelle deprived him of every
chance of ever ascending the throne of his
ancestors. That very extraordinary wo
man, Madam de Pompadour, interested
herself in Lis behalf, and had conferred
upon him for life pension of two hun
dred thousand livres Spain was not for
getful of the grandson of James the Cath
Ollie. She settled upon him handsome
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uneasy so long as a member of the fallen
ia mily was living, and the beloved King of
a fallen party was near to the British Isle.
He must be driven from France. Louis
the Fourteenth is not seated on its throne,
but his degenerate offspring Louis the
Fifteenth, who acquiesces in every whim
of the Hanoverian dynasty. When this
was told the Prince his anger found no
bounds. He was driven to the frontiers
whence he journeyed to Rome, where he
expected sympathy, protection, and home.
At Florence he became very troublesome
to his friends. He assumed every empty
title. This, instead of enhancing his hon
or, rather augmented the ridicule in which
he was begun to be held. He was ffty-twO
years of age when he married, and after
this noticeable event his existence was for
sixteen years blemish to his house, to
himself and to his cause. He died drunk
ard, and was buried at Frascati. Thus in
gloriously terminated a career that had in
its morning of life begun SO auspiciously,
and with so much glory. Thus passed
away from the historic stage of the eigh-
teenth century character rendered noto-
rious for whatsoever of glory and shame
there is found in a name His connection
with Flora rendered that lady famous
The Tories were now completely snbdued.
The new order of things in Great Britain
began to run more evenly, and more in &C
cordance with the national will.
Flora was far advanced in life when she
gave her hand to Macdonald of Kingsburg,
and in her Highland home she was living
in quietude, undisturbed by further an
noyance from the enemies OF her country
men. The latter, however, could not brook
the despotic rule of their conquerors.-I
They looked for encouragement from their
people in America, and received it, especi |
ally from their kinsmen settled at Gross
Creek, in North Carolina. The fearful
exodus began. The glens were becoming
deserted, and echoed back no more the
wild, enchanting music of the bagpipe.-
Samuel johnson. the great letter writer, |
but after all full of the prejudice of the |
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