New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-10-18

Drummosse Moor extends for about six miles
along this region. 1t was vacant and treeless in
the wild DAYS Of '45. but in later times some OF
it has been cultivated and much of it has been
reclaimed and inclosed for pasture land. In a
meadow at some distance eastward Of the
Cairn, called The Field of the English" are buried
the soldiers of Cumberland who persisted in that
terrible fight. Still further eastward, and at q
punt that commands a comprehensive and mag
nifcent view of the moor, the valley, and the
southern hills beyond it, stands large and almost
fiat rock marking the position Of the Duke OF
Cumberland on the day of the battle-and now
inscribed with his execrated name. Upon this
rock you may climb and as you stand there and
gaze over the green and heathcr-spangled waste
seeing no motion anywhere save of wandering
sheep or drifting cloud, and hearing no sound
except the occasional cawing of distant rock -
your Imagination will conure up the scene of that
tremendous onset and awful carnage in which the
last hope Of the Stuart was broken and the star
of his destiny went down in blood Here hoatcd
the royal standard of England, and here were
ranged her serried cohorts and her shining guns
There on the hillslopcs flashed the banners of the
Highland clans. Everywhere this placid moor
now brown and purple in the sumberous autumn
light,-was brilliant with the scarlet and the tar
weapons cleaning under the April sky Drums
rolled and trumpets blared and the boom of can
non mingled in horrid discord with the wild
screech Of bag-pipes and the fierce Highland yell
and SO the intrepid followers of Royal Charlie
rushed downward TO their DEATH The world
knows well enough now-seeing what he became
and in what manner he lived and died-that he
was utterly unworthy of the love that followed
him and of the blood that was shed in his cause
The student Of politics may wisely instruct us now
that victory at Cullodcn for the House of Stuart
might have meant the restoration of the Roman
Catholic Church to its old supremacy over Great
Britain, and thus might have set back the Empire
to the iron days of Henry the Seventh. But when
Culloden was fought Charles Edward Stuart was
STILL in all Scottish minds, the gallant young Prince
unustly kept from his own, and the clans of Scot
land, never yet pledged TO the Union, were rallied
around their rightful King. Both Democracy and
Religion may exult now that the Duke Of Cumber.
land was the victor; but, standing on this grave
Of valor, with every voice Of romance whispering
at his heart, the sympathy Of the pilgrim is with
the Prince that was fugitive, the cause that was
lost, and the heroes who died for it-and died in
vain. l thought of Campbell's great poem OF
"LochiePs Warning, (which first fred my heart
when l was schoolboy,-and as / recalled its
full and fervid lines | was confirmed in the con-
viction that not in any language among men was
there ever achieved more eloquent, passionate
sublime, and therefore altogether poetic commence
ation Of great national event. To think of il
there was 10 place upon knowledge the crown OF
inspiration: and to have had the privilege of re-
calling it amid the scene which it portrays will be-
cause for gratitude as long as live. WV,