be procured at Fyrie, into bullets, for the use of the morrow.* The attack and defence were prolonged in a similar manner for several days, till one morning Argyle, to his own great astonishment, marched quietly into the deserted entrenchment. Montrose was safe in Strathbogie. Many of his Lowland followers left him at this place, terrified at the prospect of a winter campaign among the hills, and seduced by the promises of Argyle. Among others, was Colonel Nathaniel Gordon. "There is reason, however, to believe (according to Napier) that Montrose knew it was the intention of this gallant cavalier to overreach Argyle, and to reclaim Lord Gordon, both of which objects he succeeded in accomplishing." Accompanied by the aged Earl of Airly, and his two sons, the Royal general plunged once more into the heart of the Highlands. When next heard of, he had marched twenty-four miles in a stormy night, through the mountains, to surprise Argyle at Dunkeld; but Gillespich Grumaght had timely warning, and ran away to Edinburgh, where he got small thanks for his services. Sir Alaster Mac'Col Keitch having been despatched to the western clans to levy troops, now returned to Montrose, bringing with him the Captain of Clanronald, the men of Glengarry, the Mc Donalds of Keppoch, the Appic Stewarts, and many others of the loyal Highlanders. A council of war was held at Blair Athole. He himself proposed a descent upon the low country, but the clansmen, eager to be revenged upon the Campbells, entreated him to lead them into the territories of MacCaillain More. He yielded to their importunities, and immediately commenced his march. the "It's a far cry to Lochow!" was an ancient proverb in Argyleshire; and relying upon its truth, the covenanting Marquis was securely located in his castle at Inverary when he received the intelligence that Montrose was close upon the place. Away went Gillespich into a little fishing boat; and, as a matter of course, clans carried away everything that was moveable, and burnt everything that was not. Great was the consternation which prevailed through the country, for Montrose divided his forces into three parts-the first commanded by the Captain of Clanronald, the second by Mac'Coll, and the third by himself. These divisions spread themselves abroad, burning, ravaging, and destroying, and thus retaliating upon Argyle the cruelties which he had practised upon the loyal clans. Eight hundred and ninety-five armed men, it is said, were killed as they marched to the assistance of their chief; and cattle and other property to a vast amount was carried off by the Royalists. Thus they were employed from the middle of December, 1644, till the end of January, 1645. It would appear that some articles of a very base origin were promoted to the honour of Royalist bullets, as the Irish were frequently exclaiming with great delight, "There goes another traitor's face, spoilt by a chamber —."— Wishart's Memoirs. + Gillespie, a family name of the Argyle race, and Grumagh, ugly, a name bestowed by the Highland men. Wishart's "Memoirs." Ꭰ "Mae Garadh! Mae Garadh! red race of the Tay, SECTION IV.-INVERLOCHY AND AULDEARNE. When military execution had taken sufficient effect upon the country around Argyle, the Royal army retreated into Lochaber, where the Earl of Seaforth was preparing to receive them, and had under his command more than five thousand men. As soon as he perceived the Royalists engaged with an enemy in front, the crafty Mac'Caillin More raised his clan and followed in the rear, burning and ravaging the country of Keppoch. Montrose was lying at Lochness when Ian* Lom Macdonell, the bard of Keppoch, arrived with the mournful intelligence that his country was rendered desolate by the inroad of the Campbells, and implored the Royal general to interfere for the protection of his clan against their powerful foe. There was no time for deliberation : should Argyle unite with the troops of Seaforth, the whole of Scotland would lie at their mercy. The Marquis therefore immediately formed his resolution, placing guards on the regular road, to stop all communication with the faction. He struck boldly across the mountains, in the depth of winter, the shepherds and deer-stalkers being his only guides. Ian Lom marched, bound, at the head of the column, prepared to answer with his life for the truth of his information. Thus they proceeded through the pathless wilds of Lochaber for two days, and till, on the evening of the second, they came in sight of the camp of Argyle. Ian Lom now demanded his "brogue money," or the reward of his information. This was readily paid, the Marquis remarking as he delivered the money, "Will you not go with me to fight Argyle?"-" No, my lord Marquis (was the ready reply), I leave that for you-go you and do to-day, and to-morrow I shall tell what you do." The two armies remained quietly, in sight of each other, all that night, Argyle supposing that he had to do only with a detachment of the Royal troops; but at sunrise the trumpets sounded the reveillée along the ranks of the cavaliers, communicating to the startled Roundheads the fact that Montrose himself was there. Argyle btook himself to his favourite element, and under pretence of directing the movements of his men from a more convenient position, once more retired to his boat on the waters of Loch Eil. The gentlemen of clan Campbell fought bravely that day for the honour of their dastardly chief, but all their efforts were unavailing; the Royalist column, headed by Colonel O'Kyan, came down like a torrent from the hills, and swept them from the field. Many honourable men, worthy of a better cause and of a better fate, lay bleeding on the shores of the Loch; and at the close of the day one thousand five *" Life and Times of Montrose," by Mark Napier. hundred men were numbered among the slain. Here fell the ""Twas the Sabbath that rose-'twas the feast of St. Bride, "Through the land of my fathers the Campbells have come; And my country is waste, from the hill to the shore. "Though the braes of Lochaber a desert were made, And Glen Roy should be lost to the plough and the spade; "Fallen race of Diarmed! disloyal !-untrue! In a very few days the indefatigable Montrose had traversed the hills of Lochaber, passed by Lochness, and through Stratherrick, Strathnairn, and Stratherin, to Elgin. On the 10th of February, 1645, he was rejoined by Colonel Nathaniel Gordon. On the 14th of the same month, Elgin surrendered to him; and at that place, Lord Gordon, eldest son of the Marquis of Huntly, broke away from Argyle, and, with many of his father's clan, repaired to the Royal standard. The army of Montrose now amounted to about two thousand two hundred men; with these he attacked and defeated Sir John Urry, who lay at Brechin with a regiment of horse, and then encamped at Kintore. While there, he committed to Colonel Gordon the charge of negociating with the city of Aberdeen, as to the supplies to be furnished for the King's service. That gallant cavalier, with eighty horsemen, took up his quarters in the town, spending his leisure in festivities and ainusements. Urry, who was an excellent officer, though an nnprincipled man, speedily got intelligence of these irregular proceedings, and. with one hundred and sixty troopers, fell upon them, while scattered up and down the city. Nathaniel Gordon escaped with difficulty; but Donald Farquharson, of Braemar, was slain, one of the most celebrated of the Highland chiefs, and a generous, valiant, and loyal gentleman. In April, 1644, the Marquis made a sudden descent upon the town of Dundee, with seven hundred musketeers and two hundred horse. The townsmen refusing to admit him, an assault was ordered, and proved successful. The victorious troops commenced plundering the town; and many were soon to be seen staggering through the streets in a state of intoxication. Montrose sent out a party to reconnoitre the army of the covenant, which was lying in the neighbourhood, commanded by Colonels Baillie and Sir John Urry, and in number three thousand eight hundred strong. They returned with intelligence that the enemy had crossed the Tay, and were in full retreat, so that no danger could be apprehended from that quarter. In fact, some companies had passed the river; but only as a feint to deceive the scouts, while the main body contrived to approach unperceived within a mile of Dundee. The trumpets sounded the alarm, and Montrose, with the greatest difficulty, assembled the stragglers, and evacuated the town, as the enemy arrived within gunshot of his rear. The officers and gentlemen now assembled around him, and earnestly pressed him to escape with the cavalry, and leave the musketeers to their fate, reminding him that he could easily recruit his army, whereas, should any mischief happen to him, the Royal cause in Scotland would be ruined for ever. Others exclaimed that all was now lost, and that nothing remained but to fall honourably, and to sell their lives as dearly as they could. Montrose would concur in neither of these opinions; he could by no means prevail upon himself to desert those who had often fought for him so bravely and faithfully; neither would he willingly throw away his life while means remained to preserve it. He determined to retreat in the best order possible, and not to resort to the latter expedient but in the last extremity. Sending forward four hundred foot in advance, he himself, with the cavalry and two hundred musketeers, brought up the rear. The covenanting generals now thought themselves secure of their prey, and a price of twenty thousand crowns was set upon the head of Montrose. Incited by this promise, the foremost of their cavalry soon closed upon the retiring Royalists; but the Highland marksmen, with their long guns, brought them down like so many red deer, and cooled their eagerness in the pursuit. The same skirmishing continued until nightfall, when, by a skilful and speedy movement, Montrose baffled his enemies, and retired into the mountains. "This (says his chaplain) is that memorable march from Dundee, which, through the mistake of the spies, had almost proved fatal to the whole army; but, by the inimitable conduct of the general, and his undaunted constancy and presence of mind in the greatest danger, can be paralleled by few. The resolution and hardiness of his men, in undergoing the greatest fatigue, was likewise surprising; for they marched about sixty miles, during which time they were often engaged with the enemy, and continued constantly upon their march, without provisions, without sleep, and without the smallest intermission or refreshment of any kind. Whether these things will gain credit abroad, or with after ages, I cannot pretend to say; but I am certain that this narrative is taken from the best information, and the most credible evidence: and truly I have often heard those who were esteemed the most experienced officers, not in Britain only, but in France and Germany, prefer this march of Montrose to his most celebrated victories." No occurrence of any importance took place from this time till the spring of the year 1645. (To be continued). PARAPHRASE OF THE EIGHTH PSALM. BY MRS. E. SMITH. On! thou, whose awful glories rise, How all-transcending is thy fame- Would man this earthly sphere bestride Bids mortal man give praise to THEE; Shall man be proud!-oh, let him gaze Poor child of dust!—oh, what art thou, That Heaven so bounteous proves to thee! Less high than angels art thou made, Confess thy power, or claim thy care, |