Fasti state that Mr. James Pont was appointed to Dunblane , and that he died , without issue, leaving Abigail Strang his widow. It is clear he was at Dunblane before To ye end yay may serwe him and glorefie ppetuallie ye creator. Qwhow hes god usit ye miserablle fawll of ma. Qwhat manir of service accep- tabill to him hes he prescryvit in his word.
Yat service stands in four principall ptts. The first we awcht to put o r traist and confidence in him. Into how mony principall pairtts may ye haill artickills of o r beleif be redweit? Qwhat confort hawe we of his assentione. Qhat is ye second comandment? Rehers ye fourt Comandement. Rehers ye sevint comand.
Rehers ye awcht comandmet. Rehers ye last comand. JU thou sall not couet thy n t burs hous. In ye fermer cofnandments ar a. Qwhat is the thrid pt of ye hono r ing of god? Qwhat forme and 1 In margin. That q lk Christ himself has lernit us to wit our fathir quhilk art in hevin ets.
In ye q lk petition q r by be ye name of. Q lk is ye secund petitioun. Q lk is ye fourt petitione? Jt- gif us yis day our daylie bred. Bot yat he wald inarme us agains o r enemies and in his mercie mak us to owirtn ye same. Qwhairfoir in this conclusione for thyne is ye kingdome ye powar and ye glorie put in ye end? Quhow awcht we to prais him? Jt- we awcht to prais him in our hairt, wt o r mowths, in o r lyf and conversatione and in y fc lawfull call- ing qhairunto he hes callit us. JV- for all his benefeitts, spiritual!
How mony sacraments lies chryst left to be usit in his kirk? JL Wattir qwhairw 1 ye psone is baptezit or sprinklit. JL trirst yat our sinns are purgit and clenyit nixt yat we begin to be new borne againe, q lk new birth of ours stands in deing to sin and rysing to richteusnes. JL ye holy supper of ye ffinition of his holy supper. Qwhat yane ar ye outward signis in yis sacrament? Q r foir are yaj two signis in ye supper and ane onlie in baptisme? Qwhat then is signefeit be yir twa signis. JL the body of chryst. JL a haill chryst. JL] means ye bred is ye sacrament of his.
JL that Chrysts bodie and blude is our meit and drink, yat is ye perfyt nowrishment of ye saull. JL they braik ye ordinance of ye lord. Off our faithe and repentance. Ross Family — Corrigenda et Addenda. He also states that he is "possessed of a term of 46 years, to commence at Easter , in the demesne lands of the manor of Grantham, Co.
Lincoln," which he leaves to his son William, Fellow of 1 To the kindness of Mr. Challenor Smith I am indebted for the above extracts from his transcript of the registers of Richmond, Surrey. He makes provision for his wife and children by her. Robert, his eldest son, by his first wife, is not named, but to Robert's daughter Margaret he leaves legacies, and also provides for his daughter [Catherine. By a codicil, in place of his son Thomas, he names " his cozen," Robert Ross, executor. York, during his life, with 4d. Know ye that we, being willing to recompense the industry, labour, and expenses of the said James Rosse in the premises, and in consideration of his long and faithful service to us done, and of the yearly rent hereby to us reserved and to be yearly paid during the term hereby granted.
One moiety of forfeitures to go to James Rosse, the other to the King. Rosse is to enjoy this monopoly for 14 years, rendering to the 1 He was steward of the Manor of Richmond.
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He left a silver cup to Gray's Inn, of which there is a sketch in their books. His monument is on the south wall of Richmond Church. Power to destroy unlawful furnaces, mills,, engines, instruments, etc. Dated at Westminster, 13th March. By means whereof much silver will be saved, the lead also preserved, and a great part of the lead formerly spent therein will be spared. On consideration of the long, faithful, and acceptable service to us done and performed by the said James Rosse, The entry of his admission is as follows: Surrey in festo Pasche.
Of these there are two ; one dated 20th December n Charles 1. This letter appears to have been returned to the King owing to some informalities, an excuse for not conforming with the request. A more peremptory letter, signed by Windebank, was sent on 6th January new style , which was subsequently acted on. He took his B.
The last entry for his quarterage is in the Michaelmas quarter, ; it includes 10s. The last entry for commons is in December of that year. An excellent good scholar. Thomas Ross was baptized at Richmond, Surrey, nth September , and buried there 29th October He appears to have been twice married, first to Edith. Cornwall, for his life, "in reversion" Patent Rolls, 14 Charles 1. On 4th April he was dismissed with a caution not to meddle more with things of that nature Proceedings of the Council of State. For the next five years there is no notice of him, unless he can be identified with the Thomas Ross, who, together with John Cardoll, petitions the Commissioners for compounding with delinquents, stating that certain manors and lands in Kingsteinton, Co.
Devon, were purchased by them of the Trustees for the sale of the lands of Deans and Chapters, as by deed enrolled 20th March 1 They cannot enjoy the benefit because the premises are under sequestration for the delinquency of Dr. Hinchman, Prebendary of Sarum. Their petition was referred to the Commissioners, 13th April Royalist Composition Papers, 1st series, vol. A warrant was issued from the Council to Colonel Berkread to receive them, having been apprehended on suspicion of treason State Papers, Domestic, Proceedings of Council.
On 10th May following, he being prisoner in the Tower, petitions the Protector and Council for speedy trial or release. He declares " that he never acted pregiudicially nor har- boured a mutinous thought, but receiving a note, now in the hands of Council, from Mr. Dulton, was engaged to meet him and some others, all strangers to himself, at the Ship Tavern, in Old Bailey, and so was taken by Lieut. Thereupon Thomas Ross and five others were ordered to be set at liberty, on sufficient bail to the Lieutenant of the Tower, to do nothing to the prejudice of the State, and a warrant was issued to Colonel Berkstead to discharge them State Papers, Domestic.
In them his wife is constantly named. Whilst he was at Paris in and , and at Brussels in , she was writing to him from London, and actively engaged with the Royalist agents in forwarding letters to the King and to the Duke of York. He was a man of vertue, but could not fall in with the King's temper or become acceptable to him.
So that, not long after the Restoration, Bennet, afterwards Earl of Arlington, was by the interest of the Popish party made Secretary of State. From the sea he obtained great part of his subsistence. And when in stormy winter he could no longer fish on the sea, from the sea came swarms of cod-fish into every sheltered cove, or, if this supply failed him, he formed, or eked out a scanty meal from shell-fish on the shore. Without forest trees, and with little commerce to convey timber to his islands, he gathered from the friendly sea driftwood, from which he formed his rude implements.
The apocryphal story is told of a minister who, from the pulpit in his prayer, presented the following petition: He called it flesh-wood, and like other tropical products, was probably conveyed hither by the Gulf Stream. The Orkney peasant, where unable to obtain peat moss, found a ready fuel in rain-washed and carefully dried sea-weed.
The sea storm that wrought ruin to many was fraught with a blessing to him. Every tempest that lashed the ocean covered his shores with heaps of sea-weed, by which he forced crops from his rudely cultivated land. The very sheep, that provided him with his homespun garments, browsed at ebb-tides on the flora of the sea. If his superstitious mind was sorely troubled by a dream of more than ordinary evil portent, he might not whisper a word of that dream in mortal ear till he went to the beach all alone, and told his gloomy vision to the sea.
And, when in the last dire extremity of frail human nature, reason reeled, and some poor wretch, wearied to madness of earth, hopeless of heaven, and fearless of hell, sought for himself an untimely grave, he found that grave ready made in the sea. If the sea supplied many of the Orcadian's physical wants, it certainly afforded him ample scope for the creative faculty of his superstitious mind. Man, though sunk in ignorance, and far down in the scale of civilisation, still retains the uncultured power of imagination.
And if in this state he cannot create grand epics, or exquisite fictions, which are to be the treasures of all time, he can call into imaginary existence a spirit world ; and can people that world with multitudes of spiritual, and semi-spiritual beings, in whose existence and power he firmly believed. His wild creations, looked at objectively, may seem the idle fancies and fruitless rubbish of ignorant superstition; but, if regarded from their subjective side, they open up to us weird vistas, through which we catch rare glimpses of the mind of our barbarous forefathers, and which reveal hazy snatches of unwritten history.
And is not all this creation of the spiritual, this fervent craving after the unseen, only a blind groping after lost Deity? The Orcadian not only peopled the sea, but created for some of his fancied beings an imaginary abode at the bottom of the ocean. And he nowhere more nearly approached the gorgeous descriptions in the Arabian tales than in portraying the cities and palaces of this submarine country. The sand of that country was gold dust, its palaces, built of coral and crystal and adorned with pearls and precious stones, shone like stars in the weird light of that magic land; all furniture and utensils were silver and gold ; the halls were hung with gorgeous curtains, the colours of which were like the aurora borealis in most brilliant coruscations.
The name of this wonderful country was Finfolkaheem, that is to say, 20 The Scottish Antiquary ; home of the Finfolk, and was the native place and beloved abode of all Finfolk. Though situated at the bottom of the ocean, I have heard it more minutely described than any well known city is in the pages of a gazetteer. It may, therefore, be truly well thought that the description is wholly imaginary. But, reader, had you said so to one of my old infor- mants, he would have smiled at your scepticism, and said, ' Hids a' thee kens aboot it ; seem' is believan' a' the warld ower.
And without giving any description of mine, I shall tell the story of a man who visited and dwelt in this sea-bottom city. Arthur Deerness was a stately and well-favoured young man. He was well built and strong withal. No one could match him at throwing the big hammer or putting-stone. He lived in a house called Corsdale, and that house is standing yet. Arthur courted Clara Peace: She was a bonnie lass, and folk said they two would make a stately pair. And they were to be wedded a month after Hallomass Martinmas.
Now, it happened, after corn came in, one bonnie evening, that Arthur went to take limpets for bait. And he was picking limpets on the outer point of Hamaness, when he saw a lot of big limpets stuck on the upright face of a rock, hanging over the sea ; so, to get at the limpets, he lay down on his breast, with head and hands hanging over the rock. He had raised his pick to strike off a limpet, when he heard most delightful music, that set his brain in a whirl, and sent a tremor through all his body.
He lay like a thing bewitched, and could neither move lip or limb. You see, he had not power to say, ' God save me. Then he saw below him in the sea, a most beautiful face, like the face of a woman — but never woman had a face so fair. The next moment, he felt two long arms round his neck, and he was drawn into the sea, and he knew nothing more for a time. When Arthur came to himself, he found he was sitting in the bow of a little boat ; and that boat gliding over the sea swift as an arrow through the air.
In the stern sheets sat the most beautiful creature he ever beheld. Her face was so unutterably lovely, and her hair shone like purest gold. And oh, her eyes! She was naked above the waist. And he could see glimpses of her pearly white skin between the tresses of her yellow hair, that hung down over her waist. The back of her silvery skirt was flung over the stern into the sea, and was twisted together like the tail of a fish, and with this tail she propelled the boat. But he saw under her skirt two milk-white feet resting on the bottom of the boat.
Arthur saw that the boat was rushing on towards the setting sun, and every stone of Orkney out of sight. He knew that he was in the hands of the mermaid, and a dreadful longing came over him for home and for his dear Clara. It came into his mind to say an eerisen a short prayer. And as he tried to remember the words, the mermaid sprang to the bow, threw her arms around his neck, kissed him, and breathed into his mouth. Her kisses were strangely sweet, and her breath went down his throat like honey.
And with that his mind was changed. He thought no more of home or of his Clara. And he was madly in love with the mermaid. So they both sat down together lovingly in the stern. She began to look or, Northern Notes and Queries. And when she came right under that star she cried out — ' Sea, sea, open to me! Open the door to Auga. And when she said these words, the boat, mermaid, and Arthur, sank in the deep sea. And Arthur found he could breathe in the sea like a fish. When they came to the bottom they were in the middle of a great town. And Auga led Arthur into a grand palace.
In the entrance-hall he saw a great many women-servants grinding pearls on querns. Auga led Arthur into a beautiful chamber, called the silver chamber. She left him for a little ; and when she returned he felt as if he had looked on the noonday sun, so grand was Auga in her beauty. No fishy tail had she; she stood before him in the lovely form of woman, but more lovely than any woman born of human-kind. Gold and silver glistened on her robe, but were dimmed by the glow of her golden hair.
A string of pearls hung round her neck, each pearl as big as a cockle-shell. She wore no other gem ; for no diamond could shine beneath the sparkle of her lovely eyes. Her eyes were a deep blue, like a cloudless summer sky. And her love shone through her eyes, as the sunshine through the blue sky. Arthur and Auga sat and courted in the silver chamber.
She told him that he was in the great town of Finfolkaheem. That he was to be her husband, evermore true to her, and she to him. And that, after living three years there, he would be made a burgher of the town, and would rise to great honour. And she said, ' Thou must needs prepare for the great foy a feast , which my folk are making ready to welcome thee here.
And even as she combed she kissed his well-favoured face. And Arthur was fairly full of love to her. Then she took out from a chest a grand silken robe, that covered Arthur from shoulders to feet. Then two of Auga's maids entered, and each laid hold of one of Arthur's feet, pulled off his rivlins and stockings, and washed his feet.
For, you see, he behoved to go into the foy-hall with bare feet, as all the Finfolk did. They next anointed his feet with a sticky ointment, and then strewed them over with pearl dust. Then were Auga and iVrthur conveyed into the foy-hall. It was a wonderful hall. The walls, the pillars, the roof, and the floor of the hall were crystal. And every part gave out a light like the light of the meericals light of the phosphorous in the sea. The hall was full of finmen and mermaids.
When Auga and Arthur entered, there arose a mighty shout of triumph and welcome. They were led to the high seat, and all the great folk of the town sat on each side of them. For, you see, they liked to kiss man flesh, and they could not kiss his lips, as Auga would not allow that.
And Arthur thought them all beautiful, but none so fair as his own Auga ; her eyes outshone them all. Then they all sat down to a great feast. On the tables were big troughs heaped with whale flesh, roasted and boiled, and some of it stewed in whale blubber. There were small troughs with roast and boiled seals, and otters. There were big saes tubs , filled with whale and seal soup, made thick with the roes of cod-fish. On smaller dishes were fish of all kinds. Chapped mashed heads, and livery foals. The Scottish Antiquary cakes made of fish Livers, still used in Orkney. There was no bread.
And the only kitchen was sea-weed boiled in oil or stewed in seal fat. And Arthur thought it all very good ; for his mind was changed. And when the horns and quaichs ran dry, the mermaids filled the one with foaming ale, and the other with blood-red wine. And a very old finman, with a beard down to his girdle, cut the goose lengthways, right in two. And he said, ' Now, bairns, there is a half for each of you.
And each of you must eat every morsel of the half; must pick the bones bare. The bones will be counted when ye are done, to see that each one has eaten the whole. For this is the true sign of marriage among Finfolk. So beware, both, not to leave one morsel of your half, for on this depends your luck. And as Auga picked the wing of her goose, the cat took the half of the marriage bone from Auga's plate, picked it bare and left the bone on the plate.
And as Arthur picked his wing, the cat seized the leg of the goose, picked the bones and left them on the table. And Arthur was glad of the cat's help ; for he felt he was packing his stomach beyond its power ; yet he thought it a shame to be beat by Auga. But he did not know the good the cat did him by eating part of his half ; for by this the cat broke a dangerous charm.
When the goose was eaten, stoop and roop all and whole ,, the man with the long beard counted the bones of each half, and found them equal. Then he set between Auga and Arthur a great horn mounted with silver and pearls, and filled with blood-red wine, the smell whereof was delectable.
And says he, 'This is your wedding horn, drink it fair between you both, and it makes you two one for ever and aye. And Trow crack the jaw of the one that drinks unfair! But when Arthur made for drinking, the cat knocked her head on the bottom of the horn, so that most of the wine he should have swallowed ran down between his robe and his skin.
And this the cat did every time he drank. Arthur was vexed, as the wine was so fine ; but he had no power to hinder the cat. When the wedding horn was dry, the young maidens carried Auga to one end of the hall, and laid her on a rug. The young men carried Arthur to the other end of the hall, and laid him on another rug. And the maidens rolled Auga to and fro on the rug, while the men rolled Arthur. This was done to help digestion, and to hinder bad effects from their heavy meal. After the rolling, the company went into the dancing-hall. And oh, but it was beautiful! Its walls were hung with curtains that showed all the lovely colours of the merry dancers the Aurora borealis , when they are at their brightest.
And by a cantraip of the Finfolk, these curtains were kept in perpetual gentle motion. So that the curtains showed the motion as well as the colours of the merry dancers. And in that hall the company danced for long. Everybody danced with bare feet. And Arthur thought it a pretty sight, to see the milk white feet and ankles of the mermaids, tipping out from under their embroidered skirts.
Arthur danced madly with the rest ; for the ale-horn was seldom from his head. When they had danced till they were tired, they all sat down on the floor, and a big sae tub was borne around, full of what was called ' good- or, Northern Notes and Queries. Tben the company all joined in a song ; all in praise of Finfolkaheem. The song is called 'The Finfolk"s Foy Sang. Then two stately maidens took up Auga, and bore her out of the hall, on the 1 king's cushion,' six maidens going before, and five follow- ing. After a little while a horn sounded, and two stalwart finmen took up Arthur and bore him away, six young men going before, and five behind.
They bore Arthur into a golden chamber, where Auga lay in bed. And then the thirteen young men and the thirteen young maidens danced round the bed and departed. Now Arthur was very drunk ; yet he was sure he saw the black cat sitting on the foot of the bed. He saw the cat dive under the bed-clothes.
And then he felt her lying between him and Auga in the form of a great eel. And when he tried to put his hand over to Auga, the eel would bite his hand. And in his heart he cursed cat and eel; but he could not help himself. And like many another witless body, he mistook a blessing for a curse. He heard the eel whispering sweet dreams in Auga's ear ; and with that he fell asleep. Auga and Arthur arose at rising-time ; you know there was neither night nor morning in Finfolkaheem.
And when they had finished break- fast they kissed one another most lovingly. Then Arthur went out with the finmen to hunt. They rode on sea-horses, and hunted all the wild creatures in the sea. And when they were tired, they came home and feasted. And this continued many days, Arthur did not know how long. He saw that the town of Finfolkaheem was exceedingly great and beautiful ; and in it were many great houses, and fair gardens, wherein grew all manner of richly coloured sea-weeds, delectable to behold. The Finfolk had large flocks of whales, sea-cows and sea-horses, all tame.
At the blowing of a horn, the herds drove the flocks to the town ; and the mermaids milked the whales and sea-cows. The milk of the whale is highly esteemed by the Finfolk. Arthur thought it great amusement when the finmen took him out to hunt with them. They hunted on sea-horses ; and otters and seals served as dogs.
When Arthur returned from hunting, Auga was so fond and loving. She washed his feet and combed his hair ; and always supplied him with the best of food. Arthur was as happy as the day was long; and truly the day was long enough in Finfolkaheem. And he never once thought of his own home ; and his once dear Clara never came into his mind.
You see he was bewitched ; and the mermaid Auga had thrown a charm on him. Now, it came to pass, that when Arthur disappeared from his home, there was great lamentation and sorrow among his friends: On the evening of the day of Arthur's disappearance, Clara heard the news. She sunk into a state of 1 Among my juvenile papers I found a copy of the Finfolk's foy song: However, as the editor wishes, I shall give it, such as it is, in the next number of the Scottish Antiquary.
It is the only instance of continuous rhymes I have met with among our rude native verses, and is, so far as I know, a form of verse only used by some of the troubadours. Her parents sent for her Aunt Marion, as the best physician for their daughter. Aunt Marion was the goodwife of Grindaley; she was a speywife, well known for her great wisdom and skill, not only in curing bodily ailments, but for giving relief to the suffering mind.
Indeed, she had more wit wisdom than her own; hut she never made a bad use of it. So soon as Marion got the message, she sent the messenger back, bidding him tell the folk of Norse Skeel she would be with them in the morning, and to keep a good heart meanwhile. Then Marion locked her- self up in her little chamber. What she did there, Best knows, for I know not. However, she was there till past the middle hour of the night.
And when she came out she was in a great sweat, as if she had been working hard. In the morning she rode over to Norse Skeel. She called at Corsdale on her way; and bade Arthur's folk cheer up. For, she said, 1 Your son 's a living man ; and if all goes fair, ye '11 see him yet. Three weeks passed away, and there was no sight or sign of Arthur, so that all hope of his being alive, or of even finding his body, was given up.
And men mourned for him, for he was greatly beloved by all who knew him ; but Clara mourned most of all. Now I must tell you about Arthur, and what became of him. One day Arthur and Auga sat in her chamber most lovingly together. She sat on his knee, her arms around his waist and her head on his breast. While with his right hand he patted her head and stroked her long yellow hair. And as she looked up in his face with her two lovely eyes, and smiled on him, Arthur thought he never saw anything so bewitchingly beautiful, and he was wholly overcome by a transport of love ; and would have been un- done, had he not been befriended by the black cat.
Unseen by Auga, the black cat sat on his left shoulder watching" every motion. Now, it came to pass, as Arthur stroked Auga's hair with his right hand, the cat seized the forefinger of that hand in her two fore-paws, and before you could say ' cutty ' the cat drew a cross with Arthur's finger on Auga's brow.
Then Auga gave a piercing shriek. There was a noise louder than the loudest thunder. The sight went out of Arthur's eyes ; and he fell sense- less on the floor. How long he lay he knew not ; and when he came to his senses he found himself lying on the rocks at Hamaness, where he had been picking limpets when Auga took him away, and who should he see standing over him but the good wife of Grindaley.
Arthur took her hand as he rose to his feet, and says he to her, ' The Best be thanked for thee and thy black cat! But for you both, I should have been a prisoner all my life in Finfolkaheem. The old folk said that they have often heard in the mirk of the morn- ing Auga sing a doleful ditty on the rocks of Hamaness. And this is a true tale, for my grandmother knew an eerieoye great- grandchild of Arthur and Clara. No doubt about it at all. Bride's Wedding Outfit at commencement of Last Century.
The list of articles and the prices are interesting. Seaven yeards black floured silk stuff for ane petticoat 7 sh. Ten yeards Calligo at 27 sh. Ane pocket bible new Six ells of edging laice at 9 sh. Retour of the Lands of Wed her burn, a. Et quod dictus Georgius Home est legitimus et propinquior haeres dicti quondam Davidis sui Avi dc dictis The Scottish Antiquary terris cum pertinent. Et quod dictae terrae de NVethirburn valent nunc per annum Decern libf et tantum valuerunt tempore pacis.
Et quod dictae terrae de Wethirburn tenentur de diet Domino nostro Rege in Capite, Reddendo eidem unum denarium argenti ad festum per nomine albac tirmae si petatur tantum. Et quod dictae terf de Hutun tenentur de eodem Domino nostr. Et quod sunt in manibus dicti Domini nostri Regis In cujus rei testimonium sigillum diS Adami de Nesbit. They were in every packman's box and bundle ; were sought for at every Scottish fair. The Kinross guild of knife-grinders, proud of their pre-eminence, had even the hardihood to challenge that ancient English home of cutlery, Sheffield itself.
They circulated their challenge with their wares. The cutler has cut his last stick, and travelled away from Kinross for ever. We trust that some of our readers will furnish information about the guild of Kinross cutlers, and, if possible, supply a list of names. If there did exist a guild, properly so called, the minute-book may still be in existence, and would, doubtless, prove well worth careful examination. Hockaday was lately plaintiff in a lawsuit in the west of England.
The name is now rare — in fact, we have never met with it in modern name lists — and it seems desirable to make a note of it. It may have been derived in some way from the Hock Day mentioned in the notes referred to above. Dutch Brass Boxes vol. We also give extracts from a letter which accompanied it over the initials ' W.
In the same paper a letter appeared, signed 'A. Arthur Cairns, no Victoria Road, Dundee,' was the author of the song. Speaking of the version of the song as supplied to the newspaper by W. Peattie states it is the first time he ever saw it in print, and proceeds, ' Mr. Cairns could never be the author when he was born in I had it 18 years before that time. I have never heard any one else sing it, and I believe "The Land o' the Thistle and the Brose" has never been in print.
The tune is majestic, and the chorus stirring; but I cannot give you its name. To hear and see the Provost sing it is a treat never to be forgotten, and luckily his kindly neighbour, Mrs. Lilley, has rescued the air by noting it down. A copy of her music is before me now. The Provost informed me that he took down the words, and learned the tune, from the singing of an old soldier called Tom Cameron, in Perth, about the year , but he does not know the name of the tune, and never saw the words in print.
Probably it was Cameron's own com- position. Provost Peattie is satisfied that the word " malapaloons," occurring in the third verse, is exactly as Tom Cameron sang it, but he has never met any one who could translate it. I have made a hunt after it at the Advocates' Library without success, and can only conjecture that it must be Arabic, and picked up by old Cameron when in Egypt with his regiment early in the century.
I ought to add that the verse about Tel-el-Kebir is the Provost's own composition. Many years may he be spared to sing his songs to the delight of his friends. May the sons o' the mountain ever be free, And slavery and tyranny oppose, man: And lang may we boast o' oor ain liberty,. That sprang frae the sons o' the brose, man. Chorus — Then hey for the plaidie and ho for the meal, Hey for the bonnets and ho for the steel, Hey for the whisky, the hearts that are leal, The land o' the Thistle and the Brose, man!
The Southern chiels they are aye for the beef, When oor country they try to oppose, man ; But the only gude thing gies oor callants relict Is their favourite bumper o' brose, man. In Egypt they played me sic malapaloons, And gae me sic terrible blows, man ; But now I can hear by the sound o' their drums. The wretches arc hungry for brose, man. Lang, lang may we live, ever happy to sing The dangers oor lads could oppose, man, And aye let oor toast be the favourite thing— ' Oor sons an' a bumper o' brose,' man.
Imperfection is the common portion of man in this world, and how much soever we may strive to ameliorate the conditions under which we live, 'tis plain that all our efforts are as vain imaginings, our resolutions as empty shadows. This hypochondriacal, not to say pessimistic, strain of reflection is indulged for no other purpose than to draw the attention of the reader to a somewhat remarkable newspaper prospectus.
A prospectus in which the best features of the newspaper are admirably and skilfully blended with the most agreeable characteristics of the Schoolmen ; where the promise of culture and refinement is amply fulfilled by the perspicuity, grace, and elegance which distinguish the language of the preliminary statement, and where the purity, propriety, and reasonableness of the principles pro- pounded leave no scope for complaint on the ground of political partisan- ship.
Such was the character of the prospectus which the promoters of the Clydesdale Chronicle caused to be issued from Glasgow in the month of November Alas, that their efforts should have experienced no adequate requital, and that the scheme so auspiciously launched should have failed of the intended effect! The public to whom the proprietors of the new journal appealed for approbation and support proved unexpectedly coy. Perhaps the bill of fare made promise of dishes too highly seasoned or extravagantly composed to suit the rough west-country palate.
Perhaps the good Glasgow folk took offence at the slightly didactic tone assumed in the prospectus, and argued from thence a corresponding pride and haughtiness in the retailing of the weekly news and gossip. The cause we are at liberty to speculate upon ; the effect is too firmly fixed in history to have need of our attentions, for the Clydesdale Chronicle, after a brilliant but flickering existence, closed its mortal career not very long after its in- troduction into a cold and pyrrhonic world. For the purpose of giving the reader some idea of the varied and numerous excellences embraced by this admirable journal, a few excerpts from the prospectus referred to above may not seem altogether inappropriate.
Our editor thus adventures the scope of his literary design: This state of the National Press will not be viewed with much complacency. The connec- tion that subsists between the political principles of a people, and the liberty which that people enjoy, is intimate and indissoluble. If liberty, then, be the most inestimable of blessings, it must be of infinite importance that past notions of government should be widely diffused. But the ridicule has been much misplaced ; if there be anything concerning which a certainty of opinion can be attained, it is, that every person is deeply interested in the preservation of the liberty of the land he lives in ; and he that would inculcate maxims of apathy to State affairs, must either " plead exemption from the laws of sense ;" or, " fierce for chains," court the ex- tinction of the brightest prerogative of mankind.
History has been too uniform in its representations to admit a doubt that liberty will be soon torn from a people who have ceased to exert a strenuous vigilance in its defence.
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Believing that ardent and honest, and firm and independent, principles are, more than great talents, wanted for the undertaking, we have not hesitated to attempt to fill a vacancy which men of superior abilities have suffered so deeply to disgrace their country. Our principles have already been in some degree disclosed.
They are strictly constitutional ; and are, with slight modifica- tions, those which have been professed and generally acted upon by the Whigs. The probability of success, we, of course, think sufficiently strong to sanction the undertaking. A majority of the nation, there can be no doubt, have imbibed and retained the political sentiments of their Whig an- cestors: On the contrary, if they have not, like the wayfaring herb, thriven the faster for the foot of an oppressor, hard usage has not, in a very considerable degree, lessened their number.
A lavish allotment of lucrative employments may have been more successful in promoting a dereliction of principle ; but it is, of course, only the scum of the higher members of society that is obnoxious to this contamination. A vain effort, therefore, should this prove, to establish a Whig journal, the failure must be ascribed to another cause than to a want of sympathy be- tween the principles of the Clydesdale Chronicle and those of the nation, and we trust a new attempt will be made by some public-spirited person, whose talents bear a mintage better suited to command a prosperous cir- culation.
The following arc the heads under which the contents of it are to be arranged: Military and Naval Operations. The Scottish Antiquary ; 4. Virtuous and Patriotic Actions. Crimes, Vices, and Prodigious and Unlucky Accidents. Agricultural and Commercial Notes. This plan, we think, combines several advantages. The accuracy of the history is brought at once within the compre- hension of a transitory examination. The documents are all arranged in a manner likely to give facility to the memory in retaining their con- tents.
Such results are deduced from them as seem most material to be generally known. The Parliamentary debates will be given on the same plan, and we think that here it is attended with some striking advantages. We intend to dedicate this section to the insertion of notices of virtuous and patriotic actions. To contem- plate the virtuous actions of mankind, is, probably, the most delightful of intellectual pleasures. Will comprise such a selection from the provincial and London papers as may amuse, by exciting surprise,, or instruct, by warning, the inexperienced.
Newspapers are not, perhaps, well fitted to stand instead of a magazine or review. When the mind has been roused or exalted by patriotic contemplations, its attention is not to be happily solicited, but by what is new, wonderful, or piquant. To this half-inspired tone of mind we will vigilantly advert in compiling this department, and will endeavour to make our selections accord with it, as nearly as the nature of the subject will admit. This division will contain: The publication of the first number of the Clydes- dale Chronicle will take place upon the 23rd December, being the th anniversary of our glorious Revolution.
Unfortunately, worth is not always the best 30 or. Northern Notes and Queries. List of Scots Rebels, vi. His wife's sister, to whom he refers, was married to M'Neill, nephew of the Duke of Argyle, and it is interesting to know that by her efforts his sentence of death was commuted to banish- ment to the West Indies. Addressed to his father, J.
God Almighty overrulleth all things, to whose pleasure I humbly submit. I am con- demned to die on Friday next, for a cause, and in a way and manner that is no reflection on you or any of my connections. I think you can make the payment of Andrew Edward's bond and drafts, but wish you would not distress my wife this season, as I understand she is to sow this crop till she displenishes. As to my merks due by Lednathy's heir at your death, you have paid it, but have my bill for an equal sum till that time, the one whereof will correspond the other.
I hear that Edward's money is paid. I received by way of Dundee, in July last, 4 guineas, which I supposed came from you or my mother, and Thomas Hogg told me my brother Alexander advanced him 7 guineas when he came up here, for which I can only return you thanks, as I cannot repay them. It is proper you dispose of your land to some of your sons in life, and, if you design my unhappy children anything further, I wish you would bestow it on James, to enable him to follow the business he is presently bound to.
God Almighty only knows what shall become of my nine poor helpless babes, to whose providence I earnestly recommend them. My wife's sister hath done all a woman was capable to do to save my life, and though all proved ineffectual, I owe her the same gratitude which, with my last breath, I pay to her memory, for never one man received kinder offices from a stranger undeservedly. It is needless to descend into reflections how this violent death I am brought to.
I waited on you, parents, and told you as I could not have family peace I was run this extreme to procure bread. As I perish in the attempt, I humbly submit to the dispensation of Providence. The great adorable and incomprehensible Trinity crown the grey hairs of you my parents with a full remission of all your sins and repentance unto life, that you may finish your pilgrimage happily, and thereafter enter into life everlasting, through the meritorious satisfaction of our Lord Jesus Christ.
May all my brethren, sisters, and relations be the peculiar care of Heaven here and hereafter, is the earnest prayer of, dear father, your most respect- ful and obedient son, James Stormonth. A Stormonth tradition asserts that she betrayed him to the Hanoverians, but our tradition I understand denies this. Probably some foolish act on her part was open to distortion. Farquhar, Dunblane, has sent us a copy of the original commission bearing the signature of Charles Edward, in favour of Thomas Farquhar.
His name does not occur in The List of Rebels printed for the Scot. Funeral Intimations of Two Centuries. In early times the intimations were made on paper of almost foolscap size, which, however, gradually diminished, but the size has been singularly uniform up to the present date. Black edging does not appear on the oldest intimations, and even about the edging appears, now at least, to be rather silvern than black.
From , or perhaps earlier, there is a black edging, but so slight as to be scarcely discernible. About the edging is usually about T V of an inch in breadth, and like specimens are found about However, I have one specimen, of date , which is fully j of an inch in breadth, and this is about the breadth that has con- tinued to prevail till the present day. From a considerable collection in my possession the following typical copies of intimations are subjoined. In Jervise's Inscriptions, p. The deceased was wife of John, 14th Earl of Sutherland, who, as the above exemplifies, put the initial letter of his Christian name to his signature.
Therefor these are seriouslie intreating the favour as to honour his funeralls with your presence upone Seitterday the last of this instant, betwix twellfe and one, from Sant Julles Kirk to the Trenitie Churche, to his beireall. So, to your honour's favorabill ansuer, and ever, I continew, as becometh your honour's most humbell servant, Jean Campbell. Sir, your assured to serve you, Doune. I therefore intreat the honour of your presence here by ten a' clock that day, which will much obledge, Sir, your most humble servant, Alexander Cumming.
Smith or Dunbar of the family of Tif tie's Annie. The paper is almost of foolscap size, and the black edge is so slight as to be scarcely recognisable.
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The favour of your presence at the house of Park by 11 o'clock, Saturday forenoon, to witness his interment, will very much oblige, Sir, your most humble servant. Gordon of Park, died here this morning, and is to be interred at Ordy while, Monday, 24th current. The favour of your Company that day, by twelve o'Clock forenoon, at the house of Park, to attend the Corps to the place of interment is earnestly requested by, Sir, your most obt. The favour of your presence to accompany the Funeral, from his house in or, Northern Notes and Queries.
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Size of paper 9X7t m -] 11 Lady Innes. Humble Servant, ' Arthur Duff. The favour of your Company here on Monday, the twenty first Instant, by Eleven o'Clock beforenoon, to attend her funerall from this house to the family Burriall place at the Church of Grange, is requested by, Sir, your mo. Rose, and intreats the favour of his Company on Thursday first, the 5th currt.
Rose, and requests the favour of his Company upon Friday next, the nth instant, by Twelve Mid-day, to accompany the Funeral of the late Dr. Alexander Abernethie, from his house to the Churchyard of Banff, the place of Interrment. Cordiner, Episcopal Chapel, Banff. Donaldson's Compliments to Mr. Rose, and requests the favour of his Company to-morrow, at Two o'Clock afternoon, to accompany the funeral of his Deceased Daughter, Hariot, from his House to the Church Yard of Banff, the place of Interment. Sir, — The favour of your Company upon Monday, the 23rd curt, at 12 O'clock, to convey the remains of Alexander Milne of Chappelton, my father-in-law, from this to the Church Yard of Keith, the place of inter- ment, and thereafter to dine at Skinner's Tavern, Keith, is earnestly requested.
Rose's presence on Saturday, the 25th curt, at 12 o'Clock noon, to accompany the Funeral of his Brother the late Earl, from Duff house to the Family vault ; and afterwards to dinner at Anderson's Inn, Banff. Garden Campbell, of Troup, died here last night. Gilchrist, Arthur Place, Edinburgh. The paper has a slight edging of black. Robinson requests the favour of your presence on Friday, the nth inst. Cowane, warkman, and Christian, daur. James Car, tailzour, and Marjorie, daur.
James Mairten, servant to Mr. George Erskein, and Margaret Andirson, daur. Crichtoun, servant to the Earl of Mar, and Jonet, daur. Edward Hall, merchant, and Christian, daur. Christopher Cuninghame, servant to Wm. Cuninghame of Polmais, and Margaret, daur. Richard Haulden, constabill of the Castle of Stirling, and Jonet, daur. Johnne Mentayth, servant to Mr. Richard Haulden, and Bessie, daur. Johne Russall, baxter, and Elizabeth, daur. William Moresone in Campsie, and Jonet, daur.
Johnne Soirlie, chapman, and Cathrein Maillar, servant to Wm. Andro Hendirson, chapman, and Jonet, daur. William Brog, servant to the Earl of Mar, and Annapill, daur. Jaffray, sawar, and Marjorie Haddirwick. Hew Sword, garitur in the Castell, and Hellein Mureson. Johnne Cariot in Cambusbarrone, and Hellein Aicken.
Johnne Michell in Airth, and Agnes Henrie. Andro Thomeson, tailzour, and Issobell Gillaspie, servant to Wm. Andro, ' sone naturall' to Paull Cunyngham, and Issobell, daur. Thomas, 'appeirand ' son of Robert Craigengelt of that ilk, and Issobell, daur. Robert Houstoun, cordener, and Margaret, daur. James, son to Alex. Erskein of Gogar, maister of Mar, and Marie, daur. James Hauldene, writer, Edinburgh, and Annapill, daur. Thomas, son to Andro Zung in Douven, and Grissall, daur. Johnne, son to late Johnne Layng, maltman, and Cathrein, daur.
Thomas, son to late Robert Morlaw, burges in Selkrig, and Issobell, daur. Andirsone in Ship- hawt, and Jonet Patirsone. Patrick Logane in Airth, and Elizabeth, daur. Alexander, son to Johnne Andirsone in Brounshill, and Cathrein, daur. Uttein, skinnar, and Cristian Michell, relict of late Johnne Gaw. Patrick Ranald, cuik to the Mr. William, son to Robert Cunynghame, burges, and Margaret, daur. Colin, son to Georg Lapslie, at the birg miln, and Jonet, daur. Lourance Irland, wryter in the Canongate, Edinburgh, and Issobell, daur.
Alexander Craigengelt, officer, and Janet Castellaw. Johne Car, at the birg milne, and Issobell, daur. Thomas Greinhorne, travellor, and Jonet Gillaspie, now in Cambusbarron. Erskein, persone of Campsie. Johne Brys, fleshur, and Elizabeth Wys. Robert Thomeson, fleshur, and Margaret, daur. James Ramsay, Messinger, and Euphame, daur. William Hud, nottary, and Issobell, daur. Robert Baird, in Edinburgh, and Christian, daur. Johne, son to late Wm. Crawfurd, and Bessie Gilmour, relict of late Andrew Gillaspie.
Cathrein fergussone, daughter of Johne fergussone and Jonet boomane. Johne forester, James forester, Andrew liddel, Wm. Johne blacatur, son of Ormond blacatur and Bessie murdo. James alex 1 ', tutor of Menstrie, Robt. Johne Cuthbert, son of Wm. Johne cuthbert, skinner, Johne car, Alexr. Thomas robertson, son of Duncan Robertson and Jonet Miln. James Ramsay, messinger, Wm. Hog, candilmaker, Gilbert Finlason, flesher. Schort, merchand, Andro Lowrie.
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