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

The Scottish chiefs were not terror
stricken. They were preparing for the
contest. The struggle of IT'S at length
arrived, in which the valour of Scotchmen
added a fresher tint to their laurels. 1t is
true they were defeated, and that at Sher-
iff-Muir and Preston they fought in vain.
Many lost their lives many their estates.
This attempt of Mar and Derwentwatel
was thought rash. But their adherents
thought otherwise. They were routed,
put to the sword, but not conquered. The
same spirit burned within them, obscured,
but not eXtingu;shed. They looked upon
their cause as gone, but not forever. II
would return again, and have the same
''swords of former times" to defend it,
and, if possible, win for it a glorious and
final victory. They maintained sullen
silence. The House of Stuart was down.
They hoped that it would ultimately be the
cherished one as of old. Seven years after
this mad effort of the Chevalier de st.
George q son was born to him at Rome
He was baptized Charles Edward, also
known in history as the Pretender. His
mother was Clementine, the lovely daugh-
ter of Prince Sobiesky, and grand daugh-
ter of the celebrated King John of Poland.
A little anterior to his nativity was born in
The isle of South Uist, one of the Hebrides,
female child that was destined 10 be in
time linked with his name and known to
all ages. The one was raised in splendour,
in luxury; the other, in the mountain pass,
amid crags, and in frugality, and rough,
substantial fare. The one was brought up
at court, among courtiers, princes and
magnates of France and Italy the other,
in Highland castle, surrounded by stur-
dy race Of freemen. Charles Edward grew
ha Itch .
Flora Mcdonald, with her affection and
zeal in favour of his family. She was true,
good and loyal he brave, unfinching, and
unfortunate. Flora sighed for the restora-
ton of his house. He fought for it, but
lost.
Such was the battle in the politics of
Great Britain. The Tories on one side, the
Wings on the other. The Tories for the
5tuarts, the Wings for the electors of Han
over The Tories on the losing side, the
Wings on the winning. The Wings were
basking in kingly sunshine, and laughed at
the puny efforts of the exiled disowned.-
They thought themselves secure; that Pres
ton was the last field of blood. Human
thoughts What are they?
Charles Edward was adoescent was a
man, and at the age of twenty two, with a
very fair prospect of success, embarked i'll
the enterprise of recovering from German
aggression the land of his fathers. He was
promised the support of Rome. He travel
ed to France IL the disguise of Spanish
courtier, and succeeded in bringing Louis
XIV. to his views. So far fortune favoured
him. But as he was about to set Sail from
Dunkirk to England, with an army of fif-
teen thousand, the British Admiral Norris
attacks and scatters the whole French fleet.
Here fortune seemed to desert him. Moth
ing undaunted, and relying on his own re-
sources, he sets out with a few o lowers,
and lands on the western coast of Scotland.
The clans and their chiefs flock around
him. and raise the standard of revolt. The
indignation of the Wings was indescribable;
the Joy of the Tories beyond bounds. The
English were sent from Edinburg to meet
and rout his forces, and dead or alive cap
ture the bold Pretender. Instead of &C
complishing all this they were badly bea-
ten, and Perth fell, whence went forth the
proclamation that Charles Edward Stuart
was regent. Success rapidly followed the
rapid marches of Charles, and his banner
was very soon seen waving over the Scotch
capitol. At Preston Pans, where his father
had suffered defeat, he completely puts to
father King. The English Government
was amazed. and began to think itself near
destruction. The tents of the Pretender
were pitched within a hundred miles
of London. The government in haste
had the troops in Germany called
home. But, tickle fortune the ca
reer of the Prince was nearly
run. At Falzirk he obtained his last vic
tory. The fatal field of Culloden was en-
tered. The English Duke of Cumberland
gained the day. The remnants of the Scot
fish clans fed to their homes, and Charles
money, but with price of thirty thousand
pounds fixed upon his head. In that land
was not found an informer, noneso base to
betray the braveyoung Prince. His friends
were many, and among them stands pre-
eminently first, Flora Mcdonald. Her
heart was ever il the midst of battle and