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English Worthies

Edited by Andrew Lang


CLAVERHOUSE

by

MOWBRAY MORRIS







New York
D. Appleton and Company
1887




A LIST OF AUTHORITIES FOR THE LIFE OF CLAVERHOUSE.


"An Account of the Proceedings of the Estates in Scotland:" London,
1689.

Balcarres' "Memoirs touching the Revolution in Scotland:" printed for
the Bannatyne Club, 1841.

Browne's "History of the Highlands and the Highland Clans:" 2nd ed.,
1845.

Burnet's "History of My Own Time," ed. 1809.

Burt's "Letters from the North of Scotland," ed. 1818.

Burton's "History of Scotland," 2nd ed.

Cannon's "Historical Records of the British Army."

"Memoirs of Captain John Creichton:" Scott's edition of Swift's Works,
vol. xii. ed. 1883.

"Memoirs of Sir Ewan Cameron of Lochiel:" printed for the Abbotsford
Club, 1842.

Chambers's "History of the Rebellions in Scotland:" Constable's
Miscellany, vol. xlii.

"The Cloud of Witnesses," 1714.

Dalrymple's "Memoirs of Great Britain and Ireland," 2nd ed., 1771.

Defoe's "Memoirs of the Church of Scotland," 1714.

"Memoirs of the Lord Viscount Dundee," &c., 1714.

"Letters of the Viscount of Dundee, with Illustrative Documents:"
printed for the Bannatyne Club, 1826.

Lt.-Colonel Fergusson's "Laird of Lag," 1886.

Fountainhall's "Historical Notices of Scottish Affairs:" printed for the
Bannatyne Club, 1848.

Howie's "Heroes for the Faith, or Lives of the Scots Worthies," edited
by William McGavin, ed. 1883.

Kirkton's "True History of the Church of Scotland from the Restoration
to the year 1678," edited by C.K. Sharpe, 1817. This edition includes
Russell's account of the murder of Archbishop Sharp and of the affairs
at Drumclog and Glasgow.

"The Lauderdale Papers:" printed for the Camden Society, 1884-5.

"The Leven and Melville Papers:" printed for the Bannatyne Club, 1843.

"The Lives of the Lindsays," 2nd ed., 1858.

Macpherson's "Original Papers," 1775.

Macaulay's "History of England," ed. 1882.

"Memoirs of the War carried on in Scotland and Ireland, 1689-91," by
Major-General Hugh Mackay: printed for the Abbotsford Club, 1833.

"Life of Lieut.-General Hugh Mackay of Scowrie," by John Mackay of
Rockfields, 1836.

Napier's "Memorials and Letters Illustrative of the Life and Times of
John Graham of Claverhouse, Viscount Dundee," 1859-62.

"New Statistical Account of Scotland," 1845.

Pennant's "Tour in Scotland," 1774.

Scott's "Tales of a Grandfather."

Simpson's "Times of Claverhouse," 1844.

Simpson's "Gleanings in the Mountains," 1846.

Shield's "Short Memorial of the Sufferings and Grievances of the
Presbyterians in Scotland," 1690.

Stewart's "Sketches of the Highlanders of Scotland," 1822.

"Remarks on Col. Stewart's Sketches of the Highlanders," 1823.

Walker's "Biographia Presbyteriana," 1732, reprinted at Edinburgh 1837.

Wodrow's "History of the Sufferings of the Church of Scotland," Burn's
ed. 1838.




CLAVERHOUSE.


CHAPTER I.


John Graham, Viscount of Dundee, best known, perhaps, in history by his
territorial title of Claverhouse, was born in the year 1643. No record,
indeed, exists either of the time or place of his birth, but a decision
of the Court of Session seems to fix the former in that year--the year,
as lovers of historical coincidences will not fail to remark, of the
Solemn League and Covenant.[1]

He came of an ancient and noble stock. The family of Graham can be
traced back in unbroken succession to the beginning of the twelfth
century; and indeed there have been attempts to encumber its scutcheon
with the quarterings of a fabulous antiquity. Gram, we are told, was in
some primeval time the generic name for all independent leaders of men,
and was borne by one of the earliest kings of Denmark. Another has
surmised that if Graham be the proper spelling of the name, it may be
compounded of Gray and Ham, the dwelling, or home, of Gray; but if
Grame, or Graeme, be the correct form, then we must regard it as a
genuine Saxon word, signifying fierce, or grim. Such exercises are
ingenious, and to some minds, possibly, interesting; but they are surely
in this case superfluous. A pedigree, says Scott laughingly as he sits
down to trace his own, is the national prerogative of every Scottishman,
as unalienable as his pride and poverty; but he must be very poor or
very proud who cannot find his account in the legitimate pedigree of the
House of Montrose.

The first of the branch of Claverhouse, which took its name from a small
town in Forfarshire a few miles to the north of Dundee, was John, son of
John Graham of Balargus in the same shire. Graham of Balargus was the
son of another John, who was the second son of Sir Robert Graham of
Fintrey, the eldest son of Robert Graham of Strathcanon, son and heir of
Sir William Graham of Kincardine, by his wife the Lady Mary Stuart,
widow of George first Earl of Angus and daughter of King Robert the
Third--the unhappy king of "The Fair Maid of Perth." The grandson of
John Graham was Sir William Graham of Claverhouse, the chosen friend of
his cousin, the gallant and unfortunate Marquis of Montrose. By his wife
Marion, daughter of Thomas Fotheringham of Powrie, Sir William had two
sons, George and Walter, of whom the latter was the ancestor of those
Grahams of Duntroon who at a later period assumed the title of Dundee.
George left one son, another Sir William, who married Lady Jean
Carnegie, daughter of the first Earl of Northesk, and by her had four
children--two daughters, Margaret and Anne, and two sons, John and
David. David is, as will be seen, not unrecorded in the annals of his
country; but his name has been completely eclipsed by that of his elder
brother, the "bloody Claver'se" of the Whigs, the "bonnie Dundee" of the
Jacobites, one of the most execrated or one of the most idolised
characters in the history of this kingdom, according to the temper and
the taste of the writers and readers of history.

The register of that year shows that the two brothers matriculated at
Saint Leonard's College in the University of Saint Andrews, on February
13th, 1665. Before this date all is a blank. Of John's boyish years
history and tradition are equally silent. Long after his death, indeed,
some idle stories became current, as their fashion is, of prophecies and
prodigies in that early time. His nurse is said to have foretold that a
river taking its name from a goose would prove fatal to him, and to have
lamented that her child's career of glory had been frustrated because he
had been checked in the act of devouring a live toad. This last story
sounds much like a popular version of the Grecian fable of Demophooen, as
told in the Homeric hymn to Demeter. But, as a matter of fact, it was a
legend current of the infancy both of the Regent Morton and of Montrose
himself before it was given to Claverhouse; and possibly of many other
youthful members of the Scottish aristocracy, who happened to make
themselves obnoxious to a class of their countrymen whose piety seems
to have added no holy point to their powers of invective. There is an
ingenious fancy, and, at least, as much reason as is generally displayed
in mythological researches, in the surmise that this particular legend
may have owed its origin to the French connection with Scotland, a
connection which would naturally have found little favour in the eyes of
the followers of John Knox.

Claverhouse seems to have neglected neither the studies nor the
discipline of the University. He has, indeed, in our own time been
denied enough even of the common intellectual culture of his day to save
him from ridicule as a blockhead. But there is no reason for this
contemptuous statement. His own contemporaries, and others, who if not
exactly contemporaries have at least as good right to be heard as a
writer of our own time, have left very different testimony. Burnet, who,
though connected by marriage with Claverhouse and at one time much in
his confidence, was the last of men to praise him unduly, has vouched
both for his abilities and virtues. Dalrymple, who was certainly no
Jacobite, though censured by the Whigs for his indulgence to James, has
described him as from his earliest youth an earnest reader of the great
actions recorded by the poets and historians of antiquity. More
particular testimony still is offered by a writer whose work was not,
indeed, undertaken till nearly fifty years after the battle of
Killiecrankie, but whose pictures of those men and times have all the
freshness and colour of a contemporary. The author of those memoirs of
Lochiel of which Macaulay has made such brilliant use, has credited
Claverhouse with a considerable knowledge of mathematics and general
literature, especially such branches of those studies as were likely to
be of most use to a soldier. Lastly, Doctor Munro, Principal of the
College of Edinburgh, when charged before a Parliamentary Commission
with rejoicing at the news of Killiecrankie, denied at least that he had
rejoiced at the death of the conqueror, for whom he owned "an
extraordinary value," such as, in his own words, "no gentleman, soldier,
scholar, or civilised citizen will find fault with me for."[2]

It would be as foolish to take these witnesses too literally, as it is
foolish to call Claverhouse a blockhead because he could not spell
correctly. For many years after his death men of position and abilities
far more distinguished and acknowledged than his, were not ashamed to
spell with a recklessness that would inevitably now entail on any
fourth-form boy the last penalty of academic law. Scott says that
Claverhouse spelled like a chambermaid; and Macaulay has compared the
handwriting of the period to the handwriting of washerwomen. The
relative force of these comparisons others may determine, but it is
certain that in this respect at least Claverhouse sinned in good
company. The letters of even such men as the Lord Advocate, Sir George
Mackenzie, and the Dalrymples,--letters written in circumstances more
favourable to composition than the despatches of a soldier are ever
likely to be--are every whit as capricious and startling in their
variations from the received standard of orthography. If it is
impossible quite to agree with his staunch eulogist, Drummond of
Bahaldy, that Claverhouse was "much master in the epistolary way of
writing," at least his letters are plain and to the purpose; and the
letters of a soldier have need to be no more.

It is, of course, unlikely that he could have been, even for those days,
a cultivated man. The studies of youth are but the preparation for the
culture of manhood; and after his three quiet years at Saint Andrews
were done, his leisure for study must have been scant indeed. But all we
know of his character, temperament, and habits of life forbid the
supposition that he wasted that precious time either in idleness or
indulgence. His bitterest enemies have borne witness to his singular
freedom from those vices which his age regarded more as the
characteristics than the failings of a gentleman. The most scurrilous of
the many scurrilous chroniclers of the Covenanters' wrongs has owned in
a characteristic passage that his life was uniformly clean.[3] Gifted by
nature with quick parts, of dauntless ambition and untiring energy both
of mind and body, he was not the man to have let slip in idleness any
chance of fortifying himself for the great struggle of life, or to have
neglected studies which might be useful to him in the future because
they happened to be irksome in the present. It is only, therefore, in
reason to suppose that he managed his time at the University prudently
and well, and this may easily be done without assuming for him any
special intellectual gifts or graces.

But, as a matter of strict fact, from the date of his matriculation to
the year 1672 nothing is really known of Claverhouse or his affairs. It
has, however, been generally assumed that, after the usual residence of
three years at the University, he crossed over into France to study the
art of war under the famous Turenne. As the practice was common then
among young men of good birth and slender fortune, it is not unlikely
that Claverhouse followed it. A large body of English troops was a few
years later serving under the French standard. In 1672 the Duke of
Monmouth, then in the prime of his fortune, joined Turenne with a force
of six thousand English and Scottish troops, amongst whom marched John
Churchill, a captain of the Grenadier company of Monmouth's own
regiment. But the military glory Claverhouse is said to have won in the
French service cannot have been great: his studies in the art of war
must have been mainly theoretical. In the year 1668, the year in which
Claverhouse is said to have left Scotland for France, Lewis had been
compelled to pause in his career of conquest. The Triple Alliance had in
that year forced upon him the peace of Aix-la-Chapelle. He had been
compelled to restore Franche Comte, though he still kept hold of the
towns he had won in the Low Countries. But the joy with which all
parties in England welcomed this alliance had scarcely found expression
when Charles, impatient of the economy of his Parliament and indifferent
to its approval, opened those negotiations which, with the help of his
sister the Duchess of Orleans, and that other Duchess, Louisa of
Portsmouth, resulted in the secret treaty of Dover. We are not now
concerned to examine the particulars of a transaction which even Charles
himself did not dare to confide entirely to his ministers, familiar as
the Cabal was with shameless deeds. It is enough for our present purpose
to remember that, in return for a large annual subsidy and the promise
of help should England again take up arms against her king, Charles
bound himself to aid Lewis in crushing the rising power of Holland and
to support the claims of the House of Bourbon to the throne of Spain.
Supplies were obtained for immediate purposes by closing the Exchequer,
an act which ruined half the goldsmiths in London. As a set-off against
this, a royal proclamation, arrogating to itself powers only Parliament
could rightly exercise, suspended the laws against Nonconformists and
Catholics. The latter were, indeed, allowed to say Mass only within
their private houses, but to dissenters of every other class was granted
the freest liberty of public worship.

The declaration of war followed close on the declaration of indulgence.
The immediate result of the latter was the release of John Bunyan from
an imprisonment of twelve years, and the publication of the "Pilgrim's
Progress." A more important and lasting result was the Revolution of
1688. Both declarations were unpopular, but the Declaration of
Indulgence was the most unpopular of the two. It was unpopular with the
zealous Churchman for the concessions it made both to <DW7> and
Puritan. It was unpopular with the Puritan because he was compelled to
share it with the <DW7>. It was unpopular with the <DW7> because it
was less liberal to him than to the Puritan. It was unpopular with all
classes of patriotic Englishmen alike, because it directly violated that
prerogative of the Legislature for which so much English blood had been
already shed. It was soon, indeed, repealed, and its repeal was soon
followed by the dissolution of the Cabal, the passing of the Test Act,
and peace with Holland. But though the fears of the nation were thus
laid to rest for a time, it now first became clear to those who could
look beyond the passing day, and whose vision was sharpened by the
memory of what had been, how surely England was moving under the son
back again to a state of things which had cost the father his crown and
his life.

But to return to the declaration of war. Lewis received, and probably
expected to receive, but little support from his English allies, and in
a furious action fought off the coast of Suffolk De Ruyter more than
held his own against the combined fleets of France and England. But on
land the French King carried all before him. Led by Conde and Turenne,
the ablest captains of the age, a vast host poured across the Rhine. The
Dutch were waked from the vain dreams of a French alliance, into which
they had been lulled by the chiefs of the great merchant class which had
risen to power on the fall of the House of Orange, only to find
themselves helpless. Town after town opened its gates to the invader:
three out of the seven provinces of the Federation were already in his
hands: his watch-fires were seen from the walls of Amsterdam. In the
first mad paroxysm of their despair the people rose against their
leaders. De Ruyter, who had borne their flag to victory on many a hard
fought day, was insulted in the public streets: the Grand Pensionary,
John De Witt, and his brother Cornelius were brutally murdered before
the palace of the States-General at the Hague. The office of Stadtholder
was re-established; and the common voice called back to it a prince of
that House which twenty years ago had been excluded for ever from the
affairs of a State which had never existed without it.

William Henry, great-grandson of the founder of the Dutch Republic,
hereafter to be known as William the Third of England, was then in his
twenty-second year. The heroic spirit of William the Silent lived again
in the frail body of his descendant. Without a moment's hesitation he
accepted the hard and thankless task imposed upon him. With wise counsel
and brave words he calmed and revived the drooping hearts of his
countrymen. He rejected with scorn the offers both of Charles and Lewis
to seduce him from his allegiance. He replied to Buckingham's
remonstrances on the folly of a struggle which could only mean ruin to
the Commonwealth, that he would fight while there was a ditch left for
him to die in. His courage spread. The Dutch flew to arms: without a
regretful voice they summoned to their aid their last irresistible ally:
the <DW18>s were cut, and soon the waters, destroying to save, spread over
all that trim and fertile land. The tide of invasion was checked, and
with the next spring it began to roll slowly backward. The great princes
of the Continent became alarmed at this new prospect of French ambition.
The sluggish Emperor began to bestir himself. Spain, fast dwindling to
the shadow of that mighty figure which had once bestrode two worlds,
sent some troops to aid a cause which was, indeed, half her own. By sea
the Dutch could do no more than keep their flag flying, but it says much
for their sailors that they could do that against a foe their equal in
skill and courage, and almost always their superior in numbers. On land
they were more successful. The Bishop of Munster was driven back from
the walls of Groningen: Naerden and Bonne were retaken: before the
summer was over the whole electorate of Cologne was in the hands of
William and his allies. The campaign of 1674 was less fortunate to the
young general. Charles had, it is true, been compelled by his Parliament
to make a peace more favourable than the Dutch could have hoped for; but
in almost every direction Lewis made good again the ground he had lost
in the previous year. William, indeed, took Grave, but he was compelled
to raise the siege of Oudenarde. A large force of Germans under the
Elector of Brandenburg was driven out of Alsace across the Rhine by
Turenne, who had a short while before completely routed the Imperial
troops under the Duke of Lorraine at Sintzheim. Franche Comte was
reconquered in a few weeks. But the most notable action of the year was
the battle of Seneff, fought near Mons on August 11th between William
and Conde. It was long, bloody, and indecisive; but it raised William's
reputation for courage and ability to the highest pitch, and drew from
his veteran opponent one of those compliments a brave soldier is always
glad to pay a foeman worthy of his steel. "The Prince of Orange," said
Conde, "has acted in everything like an old captain, except in venturing
his life too like a young soldier."

The battle of Seneff has for us, too, a particular importance. It gives
us, according to some of his biographers, the first glimpse of
Claverhouse as a soldier. The story goes that, at an early period of the
fight, William with a handful of his men was closely beset by a large
body of French troops. In making his way back to his own lines the
Prince's horse foundered in some marshy ground, and he would inevitably
have been either killed or made prisoner had not Claverhouse, who was of
the party, mounted him on his own charger and brought him safe out of
the press. For this service William gave the young soldier (who was,
however, the Prince's senior by seven years) a captain's commission in
his own regiment of Horse Guards, commanded by the Count de Solmes who
led the English van on the day of the Boyne. This story has been
contemptuously rejected by Macaulay as a Jacobite fable composed many
years after both actors in the scene were dead. The story may not be
true, but Macaulay's reasons for rejecting it are not quite exact.
Reports of Claverhouse's gallantry at Seneff were certainly current
during his lifetime. It is mentioned, for example, in a copy of doggerel
verses addressed to Claverhouse by some nameless admirer on New Year's
Day 1683.[4] And there is yet more particular testimony, though, like
the former, it is of that nature which a historian will always feel
himself at liberty to reject if it does not match with the rest of his
case, and which counsel on the opposite side are accordingly at equal
liberty to make use of. In the memoirs of Lochiel mention is made of a
Latin poem written by a certain Mr. James Philip of Amryclos, in
Forfarshire, who bore Dundee's standard at Killiecrankie. Lochiel's
biographer does not quote the Latin text, but gives translations of
certain passages. The original manuscript, bearing the date 1691, is now
in the Advocates' Library at Edinburgh. Napier had seen this "Grameis,"
as the work is called, and compared it with the translations, which he
declares to be very imperfect, as, from the specimens he gives, they
undoubtedly are. Macaulay, who never saw the Latin text, owns to have
taken a few touches from the passages quoted in the memoirs for his
inimitable picture of affairs in the Highlands during the days
immediately preceding Killiecrankie; but the passage recording the early
gallantry of the conqueror at Killiecrankie he did not take.[5]

It is unfortunate that the tale of these early years should assume so
controversial a tone. But where all, or almost all, is sheer conjecture,
it is inevitable that the narrative must rest rather on argument than
fact. The precise moment when Claverhouse transferred his services from
the French to the Dutch flag is, in truth, no more certain than the
date of his birth is certain, or his conduct at Saint Andrews, or,
indeed, than it is certain that he ever at any time served under Lewis.
The tale of those English services under the French King is in the last
degree confused and doubtful. If it is so in the case of such a man as
Marlborough, small wonder that it is so in the case of such a man as
Claverhouse, whose name was practically unknown till ten years before
his death. That he did, however, at one time bear arms in the Dutch
ranks seems as indisputable as any part of the scanty story of the first
two-and-thirty years of his life can be said to be. But beyond this it
is impossible to go.

In 1677 he left William's service and returned to Scotland. An idle
story was circulated some years afterwards of a brawl with one of
William's officers who had received the regiment promised to
Claverhouse, of a reprimand from William, and an indignant vow never to
serve again under a prince who had broken his word. The judicial weight
that has been brought to demolish this slender fabric is unnecessary.
The story itself is not consistent with the characters of either men. It
is very possible that the young soldier, like another young man of those
days, may have grown "tired with knocking at preferment's door;" but, in
truth, a reason to account for their parting is very easily found. With
the campaign of 1677 all fighting on the Continent was stayed for a
time. Claverhouse's profession was fighting. After the peace of Nimeguen
in 1678 Scotland was the only European country then offering a chance of
employment to a soldier of fortune. In 1677, accordingly, he resigned
his commission in the Dutch service and crossed over into England,
taking with him a reputation for courage and ability that at once
recommended him to the King and Duke of York for a man likely to be
useful in such affairs as they had then on hand. Indeed, the character
that it is clear he brought back with him from Holland is alone
sufficient to disprove the story of the quarrel in the courtyard at
Loo.[6]

FOOTNOTES:

[1] Fountainhall's "Historical Notices:" Napier's "Memorials of Dundee,"
i. 183. The decision in question is dated July 24th, 1687, and certainly
appears to prove that Claverhouse did not attain his majority till 1664,
which would fix his birth in the year above given.

[2] The "Memoirs of the Life of Sir Ewan Cameron of Lochiel" were
printed for the Abbotsford Club in 1842. They are believed to have been
written between 1730 and 1740 by John Drummond of Bahaldy, a grandson,
or great-grandson, of Lochiel. Several copies of the manuscript are in
existence, of which the best is said by the editor to be the one then in
the possession of Mr. Crawfurd of Cartsburn. It is written in a clear
hand upon small quarto paper, and bound in two volumes. On the fly-leaf
of the first volume is written "Aug. 7. 1732, Jo. Drummond." See also
Burnet's "History of My Own Time," ii. 553; Dalrymple's "Memoirs of
Great Britain and Ireland," i. 344; Burton's "History of Scotland," vii.
360; Napier's "Memorials of Viscount Dundee," i. 16-32, and 178-9.
Burnet married Lady Margaret Kennedy, daughter of the Earl of Cassilis
and aunt of Lady Dundee. In point of style and arrangement, of taste and
temper--in everything, in short, which helps to make literature,
Napier's book is perhaps as bad as it is possible for a book to be. But
his industry is unimpeachable; and, through the kindness of the late
Duke of Buccleuch, he was able to publish no less than thirty-seven
letters written in Claverhouse's own hand to the first Duke of
Queensberry, not one of which had been included in the collection
printed for the Bannatyne Club in 1826, nor was, in fact, known to be in
existence by anyone outside the family of Buccleuch. His book includes
also the fragment of a memoir of Dundee and his times, left in
manuscript by Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, of Hoddam, Walter Scott's
friend. The memoir was thrown up, it is said, in despair on the
appearance of "Old Mortality." Some idea of the extent to which Napier
suffered from the _Lues Boswelliana_ may be gathered from the fact that
he regards even the Claverhouse of that incomparable romance as a libel.

[3] "The Hell wicked-witted, bloodthirsty Graham of Claverhouse hated to
spend his time with wine and women."--"Life of Walter Smith," in
Walker's "Biographia Presbyteriana."

[4]

    "I saw the man who at St. Neff did see
    His conduct, prowess, martial gallantry:
    He wore a white plumach that day; not one
    Of Belgians wore a white, but him alone
    And though that day was fatal, yet he fought,
    And for his part fair triumphs with him brought."

Laing's "Fugitive Scottish Poetry of the Seventeenth Century."

[5] The passage occurs in the fifth book. Dundee, retreating before the
forces of the Convention, is represented as musing over his camp-fire on
the ingratitude of the Prince whose life he had once saved.

    "Tu vero, Arctoae gentis praedo improbe, tanti
    Fons et origo mali, Nassovi, ingrate virorum,
    Immeritum quid me, nunc Caesaris arma secutum,
    Prosequeris toties, et iniquo Marte fatiges?
    Nonne ego, cum lasso per Belgia stagna caballo
    Agmina liligeri fugeres victricia Galli,
    Ipse mei impositum dorso salientis equi te
    Hostibus eripui, salvumque in castra reduxi?
    Haecne mihi meriti persolvis praemia tanti?
    Proh scelus! O Soceri rapti nequissime sceptri!"

The translation, which is certainly, as Napier calls it, both imperfect
and free, is to this effect:

    "When the fierce Gaul through Belgian stanks you fled,
    Fainting, alone, and destitute of aid,
    While the proud victor urged your doubtful fate,
    And your tired courser sunk beneath your weight;
    Did I not mount you on my vigorous steed,
    And save your person by his fatal speed?
    For life and freedom then by me restored
    I'm thus rewarded by my Belgick Lord.
    Ungrateful Prince!"

[6] The stories of Claverhouse's conduct at Seneff, and of the quarrel
at Loo, are told in the "Life of Lieut.-General Hugh Mackay," by John
Mackay of Rockfields, and in the "Memoirs of the Lord Viscount Dundee,"
published in 1714, and professing to be written by an officer of the
army. This little book is remarkable chiefly as being the first recorded
attempt at a biography of Dundee. The writer was possibly not an
officer, nor personally acquainted with Dundee. But he had certainly
contrived to learn a good deal about him and his affairs; and as later
research has either corroborated or, at least, made probable, much of
his information, it seems to me quite as fair to use it for Dundee, as
to use the unsupported testimony of the Covenanters against him.
According to his biographer, Mackay himself was Claverhouse's successful
rival. According to the earlier writer, the man was David Colyear,
afterwards Lord Portmore, and husband of Catherine Sedley, Lady
Dorchester, James's favourite and ugliest mistress.




CHAPTER II.


It will be necessary now to review the condition of Scotland at the time
when Claverhouse began first to be concerned in her affairs, and of the
causes political and religious--if, indeed, in Scottish history it be
ever possible to separate the two--which produced that condition.
Without clearly understanding the state of parties which then distracted
that unhappy country, it will not be possible clearly to understand the
position of Claverhouse; and without a clear understanding of his
position, it will certainly not be possible to form a just estimate of
his character. It is by too readily yielding to the charm of a writer,
who had not then for his purpose the impartial estimate of a human
character so much as the embellishment of a political principle, that
public opinion has been for many years content to accept a savage
caricature in place of a portrait. It would be impertinent to say that
Macaulay did not understand the circumstances into which Claverhouse was
forced, and the train of events which had caused them; but it would not
have suited his purpose so clearly and strictly to have explained them
that others might have traversed the verdict he intended to be
established. He heard, indeed, and he determined to hear, only one side
of the case: indeed, at the time he wrote, there was not much to be
heard on the other; and on the evidence he accepted the verdict was a
foregone conclusion. It is impossible altogether to acquit Claverhouse
of the charges laid to his account, nor will any attempt here be made to
do so; but even the worst that can be proved against him, when
considered impartially with the circumstances of his position and the
spirit of the time, will, I think, be found to take a very different
complexion from that which has been somewhat too confidently given to
them.[7]

When Charles the Second was restored to the throne of his fathers he was
hailed in Scotland with the same tumultuous joy that greeted him in
England. The Scottish nation was indeed weary of the past. It was weary
alike of the yoke of Cromwell and of the yoke of the Covenant. The first
Covenant--the Covenant of 1557--had been a protest against the tyranny
of the Pope: the Covenant of 1643 was a protest against the tyranny of
the Crown. It was the Scottish supplement, framed in the religious
spirit and temperament of the Scottish nation, to the English protest
against ship-money. The voice, first sounded among the rich valleys and
pleasant woods of Buckinghamshire, was echoed in the churchyard of the
Grey Friars at Edinburgh. Six months later the triumph of
Presbyterianism was completed, when in the church of Saint Margaret's at
Westminster the Commons of England ratified the Solemn League and
Covenant of Scotland. Over the wild time which followed it will be
unnecessary for our purpose to linger. The work was done: then followed
the reaction. In both countries the oppressed became in turn the
oppressors. The champions of religious liberty became as bigoted and
intolerant as those whose intolerance and bigotry had first goaded them
into rebellion. The old Presbyterian saw the rise of new modes of
worship with the same horror that he had shown at the ritual of Laud.
Milton protested that the "new Presbyter is but old Priest writ large."
Within only four years of the outbreak of the civil war no less than
sixteen religious sects were found existing in open defiance of the
principles of faith which that war was pledged to uphold. One common
bond, indeed, united these sects in sympathy: one and all repudiated
with equal energy the authority of the Church to prescribe a fixed form
of worship: a national Church was, in their eyes, as odious and
impossible a tyranny as the divine right of kings. But this common
hatred of the interference of a Mother Church could not teach them
tolerance for each other. Cardinal Newman has described the enthusiasm
of Saint Anthony as calm, manly, and magnanimous, full of affectionate
loyalty to the Church and the Truth. "It was not," he says, "vulgar,
bustling, imbecile, unstable, undutiful." The religious enthusiasm of
the two nations at this time, though at heart sincere and just, was
unfortunately in its public aspect the exact opposite of Saint
Anthony's. There was the essential great meaning of the matter, to
borrow Carlyle's words, but there were also the mean, peddling details.
It was the misfortune of many, of three kings of England among the
number, that the latter should seem the most vital of the two.
Presbyterian and Independent, Leveller and Baptist, Brownist and Fifth
Monarchy Man, one and all stood up and made proclamation, crying, "Look
unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth; for I am God, and
there is none else." Well might Cromwell adjure them in that war of
words which followed the sterner conflict on the heights of Dunbar, "I
beseech you, in the bowels of Christ, think it possible you may be
mistaken."

Though the number and variety of the dissentients in England were far
greater than in Scotland, where the bulk both of the people and the
clergy stood firmly within the old Presbyterian lines, yet in the latter
country the separation was far more bitter and productive of far more
violent results. In the former the strong hand of Cromwell, himself an
Independent, but keen to detect a useful man under every masquerade of
worship, and prompt to use him, kept the sects from open disruption.
Quarrel as they might among themselves, there was one stronger than them
all, and they knew it. The old Committee of Estates, originally
appointed by the Parliament as a permanent body in 1640, was not strong
enough to control the spirit it had helped to raise: it was not even
strong enough to keep order within its own house. The new Committee was
but a tool in the hands of Argyle. The old Presbyterian viewed with
equal dislike the sectaries of Cromwell, the men of the Engagement which
had cost Hamilton his head, and the Malignants who had gathered to the
standard of Montrose. The Resolutioner, who wished to repeal the Act of
Classes, was too lukewarm: the Remonstrant was too violent. It was by
this last body that the troubles we have now to examine came upon
Scotland.

After the collapse of Hamilton's army at Uttoxeter in August 1648, a
body of Covenanters assembled at Mauchline, in Ayrshire, to protest
against the leniency with which the Engagement had been treated in the
Estates, where, indeed, a considerable minority had been inclined openly
to countenance it. Their leader was at first the Earl of Eglinton, a
staunch Covenanting lord; but as they gathered strength Argyle joined
them with his Highlanders, and the command soon passed into his hands.
The Protesters marched upon Edinburgh. In an attempt to take Stirling
Castle they were defeated by Sir George Monro with a division of
Hamilton's army which had not crossed the border; but Argyle had better
tools to work with than the claymores of his Highlanders. He opened
negotiations with Cromwell, who led an army in person into Scotland,
renewed the Covenant, laid before the Estates (the new Estates of Argyle
and his party) certain considerations, as he diplomatically called them,
demanding, among other things, that no person accessory to the
Engagement should be hereafter employed in any public place or trust.
The Committee were only too willing to have the support of Cromwell to
what they themselves so vehemently desired. Two Acts were quickly
passed: one reversing many of the acts of its predecessors and
confirming the considerations: the other, known in history as the Act of
Classes, defining the various misdemeanours which were to exclude men
from sitting in Parliament or holding any public office, for a period
measured by their offences, and practically to be determined by the
judicatories of the Kirk.

This Mauchline Convention was popularly known at the time as the
Whiggamores' Raid, a name memorable as the first introduction into
history of a word soon to become only too familiar, and still a part of
our political vocabulary.[8] Its immediate result was to throw the
direction of affairs still more exclusively into the hands of the
clergy: indirectly, but no less surely, it was the cause of the Pentland
Rising and the savage persecution which followed, of the murder of
Archbishop Sharp, of the battles of Drumclog and Bothwell Bridge, and of
those terrible years still spoken of in Scotland as the "killing-time."
It was, in short, like the wrath of Achilles, the spring of unnumbered
woes.

Then followed the execution of Charles. Against this the whole body of
Presbyterians joined in protesting. The hereditary right of kings was,
indeed, as much a principle of the Covenant as their divine right was
opposed to it; and the execution at Whitehall on January 30th, 1649, was
regarded with as much horror by the Presbyterians of England as by the
Presbyterians of Scotland.

The first act of the Estates was to proclaim the Prince of Wales king of
Great Britain, their next to send a deputation to Holland to invite him
to take possession of his kingdom. It had been better both for Charles
and for Scotland that the invitation had never been accepted. The terms
on which alone the Scots would see the son of Charles Stuart back among
them as crowned king were such as only the direst necessity could have
induced him to accept: they were such as it seems now amazing that even
the most bigoted and inexperienced could really have believed that the
son of his father, or, indeed, any man in his position, would keep one
moment longer than circumstances compelled him. But his advisers, led on
by Wilmot and Buckingham, bid him sign--sign everything, or all would be
lost. He signed everything. First he put his hand to the Solemn League
and Covenant: then to a second declaration promising to do his utmost to
extirpate both Popery and Prelacy from all parts of his kingdom:
finally, he consented to figure as the hero of a day of public fasting
and humiliation for the tyranny of his father and the idolatry of his
mother. And while he was acquiescing to each fresh demand with a shrug
of his shoulders and a whispered jest to Buckingham, and in his heart as
much hatred for his humiliators as he was capable of feeling for
anybody, he was all the while urging on Montrose to strike that wild
blow for his crown which was to lead the brave marquis to the scaffold.
The deaths of Hamilton and Huntly had preceded the death of Montrose by
a few weeks: a few more weeks and Charles was in Scotland, a crowned
king in name, virtually a prisoner. Within little more than a year the
fight at Dunbar, and the "crowning mercy" of Worcester, had bitterly
taught him how futile was all the humiliation he had undergone.

It will be enough to briefly recall the main incidents of the years
which intervened between the battle of Worcester and the Restoration.
After the establishment of the Protectorate an Act of Indemnity was
passed for the Scottish people. From this certain classes were excepted.
All of the House of Hamilton, for instance, and some other persons of
note, including Lauderdale: all who had joined the Engagement, or who
had not joined in the protestation against it: all who had sat in
Parliament or on the Committee of Estates after the coronation of
Charles at Scone: all who had borne arms at the battle of Worcester.
From this proscribed list, however, Argyle managed to extricate
himself. He had fortified himself at Inverary, and summoned a meeting of
the Estates to which the chiefs of the Royalist party had been bidden.
To conquer him in his own stronghold would have been difficult, perhaps
impossible, to English soldiers unused to such warfare. Cromwell wisely
preferred to negotiate, and Argyle was not hard to bring to terms. He
bound himself to live at peace with the Government, and to use his best
endeavours to persuade others to do so. In return he was to be left
unmolested in the free enjoyment of his estates, and in the exercise of
religion according to his conscience.

The politicians were now silenced; but a noisier and more troublesome
body had still to be reckoned with. In July, 1653, the General Assembly
was closed, and Resolutioners and Remonstrants were sent to the right
about together. Some measures, however, had to be taken to prevent them,
not from cutting each other's throats, which would have suited the
Government well enough, but from stirring up a religious war, which they
would inevitably have done if left to the free enjoyment of their own
humours. It was necessary so to strengthen the hands of one of the two
parties that the other should be compelled to refrain at least from open
hostilities. The Resolutioners, as the most tolerant and the
mildest-mannered, would have been those Cromwell would have preferred to
see in the ascendency. But the Resolutioners had acknowledged Charles,
and were, after their own fashion, in favour of the royal title. The
Remonstrants were accordingly preferred. They, indeed, denied the
authority of the Commonwealth over spiritual matters, but they also
denied the authority of Charles; and it was felt that at such a crisis
the civil allegiance was of more value than the religious. A law was
accordingly established dividing Scotland into five districts, in each
of which certain members of the Remonstrant clergy were empowered to
ordain ministers, as it were, to the exercise of their functions. At the
same time it was not the object of Cromwell to exalt one party at the
expense of the other so much as to strike a balance between the two; and
in doing this he was much served by the tact and good sense of James
Sharp, whose name now first begins to be heard in Scottish history. He
was on the side of the Resolutioners, but he so managed matters as to be
favourably regarded by the Government as a person likely to be of
service to them in the event of any open disruption between the two
bodies, without losing the confidence of his own party. The Court of
Session was the next to go, and in its place rose the Commission of
Justice, of which James Dalrymple, afterwards Lord Stair, the first
Scottish lawyer of his day, was the most conspicuous member. In 1654 the
Act for incorporating the Union between England and Scotland was passed
by the Commonwealth. With that Commonwealth disappeared the Union, but
the few years of its existence were fruitful of at least one great boon
to Scotland. In those years was established free-trade between the two
countries: a boon for Scotland which she never properly appreciated till
she lost it by the Navigation Act of the Restoration: an alleged
grievance to England which had its share in bringing that Restoration to
pass; for it was then, and for long after, a fixed principle in the
philosophy of English commerce that free-trade between the two
countries meant pillaging Englishmen to enrich Scotchmen. A regular
postal service was also established. The abortive rising known as
Glencairn's Expedition was the only act of open hostility that broke
those few years of comparative tranquillity; and the lenient terms
granted by Monk to the Highland leader tended more than anything to show
how weary of the long rule of disorder and bloodshed all the best of the
two nations were growing. On September 3rd, 1658, Oliver Cromwell died,
and in November of the following year Monk began his famous march to
London. On May 25th, 1660, Charles the Second landed at Dover.

Though the Remonstrants had won the upper hand for a time, the bulk of
the Scottish nation had been all along on the side of the Resolutioners.
Much as the character and religious views of Charles were to their
distaste, the principle of the Covenant was for a king, and it was by
the principle of the Covenant that the Scottish nation stood. The stern
and narrow bigotry of the Remonstrants, whom their short taste of power
had made of course more fanatical and more quarrelsome than ever, had
almost succeeded in forcing the more moderate Presbyterians into the
arms of the Royalists. A little tolerance, a little tact on the English
side would probably have cemented the alliance. But it was not to be.

It is important to remember this. The extreme party with which
Claverhouse had to deal no more represented the Scottish nation than the
Irishmen who follow Mr. Parnell's call in the House of Commons represent
their nation now, or than men like Napper Tandy and Wolfe Tone
represented it a century ago. It seems still a common belief that
Claverhouse and his troopers were sent to force upon a sober, patient,
God-fearing nation a religion and a king that they abhorred. Nothing
could be farther from the truth. The large majority of the Scottish
nation was as eager to welcome Charles as the old squires who had lost
their fortunes for his father, or the young bloods who hoped to find
fortunes under the son. The narrow and blatant form of religion
professed by the extreme party was as repulsive to the bulk of their
countrymen as to the King himself.

These men were a remnant of the old Remonstrants of the Mauchline
Convention. They had originally, as we have seen, looked to Argyle as
their leader; but when Argyle ranged himself on the side of the young
King there were some among them who would not follow him. These
maintained, and so far they were unquestionably right, that the "young
man Charles Stuart" was, for all his protestations and oaths, as much at
heart a Malignant as his father; and that those who pretended to believe
him were playing the Kirk and the Covenant false. When Cromwell marched
into Scotland to win the battle of Dunbar these men had formed
themselves into a separate party under Colonel Archibald Strachan, an
able soldier who commanded that division of Leslie's army which had
defeated Montrose in Rossshire. Strachan's design seems to have been to
stand aloof for the present from either side; but from some not very
intelligible cause he fell into disgrace with his party, and this is
said to have so preyed upon his mind as to have caused his death. From
that time the Wild Westland Whigs, as they began now to be called, had
no ostensible leader. They withdrew sullenly to their own homes,
contenting themselves during the remaining years of the Commonwealth
with protesting against everybody and everything outside their own
narrow circle. They must not be confounded with the general body of the
Remonstrants, between whom and the Resolutioners Cromwell had to keep
the balance. They were a people apart. Throughout the wild
hill-districts of the Western Lowlands they preached their fierce
crusade against all who were not prepared to stand by the spirit of the
Covenant as they chose to interpret it. The toleration they demanded
they would not give. No man should be free to worship God as he pleased:
every man must worship Him in the way which seemed good to them, and in
that way only. The moderate Presbyterians were as hateful to them as
Charles himself and all his bishops; and they in their turn were as
obnoxious to the majority of the Scottish nation as to the English
Government. Cleric and layman alike was weary of the unending squabbles
that had distracted the Church of Scotland since the days of Knox. They
wished for peace; and no peace was possible so long as an ignorant and
noisy minority would suffer it only at their own price.

One other point should also be remembered. It has been the custom to
excuse the cruelties of the Covenanters, when they could not be denied,
as the acts of men goaded into madness by years of persecution. This
excuse will hardly serve. It might, indeed, serve to explain the murder
of Sharp and the savage deeds of such men as Hamilton and Burley; but
long before that time the Scottish fanatic had proved himself a match
in ferocity for the bloodiest Malignant of them all. After Philiphaugh
one hundred Irish prisoners were shot in cold blood, while a minister of
the Covenanting Church stood by, reiterating in savage glee, "The wark
goes bonnily on." About the same time eighty women and children were in
one day flung over the bridge at Linlithgow for the crime of having been
followers of the camp of Montrose. In 1647 three hundred of the
Macdonalds who held a fortified post on a hill in Kintire surrendered at
discretion to David Leslie. It is said that Leslie would have let them
go but for his chaplain, John Nave. Borrowing the words of Samuel, "What
meaneth then this bleating of the sheep in mine ears, and the lowing of
the oxen which I hear?" in a long and fiery harangue this man of God
exhorted the conquerors to finish their work, and threatened their
captain with the curse of Saul who spared the Amalekites. The prisoners
were butchered to a man.[9]

If, then, it be but a delusion of later times that Scotland could at the
Restoration have been conciliated into accepting a moderate form of
Episcopacy, it is at least clear that there was at that time a strong
party in the country anxious for a compromise between the two Churches,
and willing to make all reasonable advances towards one. Unfortunately
the first move on both sides was of a nature to make all chances of a
compromise impossible.

Charles had conceived a violent dislike to Presbyterianism, and with
his experiences of it the dislike was not unnatural. It was not, he told
Burnet, a religion for gentlemen, and he found few among his court to
contradict him. Scarcely had he settled himself in his capital when the
Presbyterians were upon him. Sharp had already been some months in
London as ambassador of the moderate party, the party of the old
Resolutioners. But an easy way of reconciling Sharp's conscience was
soon found. It is not precisely clear when the bargain was struck which
was to convert the chosen champion of the Presbyterian Church into an
archbishop, but struck it was, and in no long time. He had by Monk's
advice visited Charles at Breda, and some suppose that the first
interview completed the transformation. If so, he managed to delude his
party very skilfully. His letters to the Assembly, though the light of
subsequent events enables us to translate them more clearly than was
possible at the time, were full of wise counsel, of apparently honest
confessions of the many difficulties he foresaw in the way, and of
protestations of fidelity and firmness which were no less implicitly
believed. "I told him," said his colleague Robert Douglas, a man of very
different stamp, when Sharp went up to London later for his ordination,
"I told him the curse of God would be on him for his treacherous
dealing; and that I may speak my heart of this man, I profess I did no
more suspect him in reference to Prelacy than I did myself."[10]

Meanwhile the extreme party had not been idle. It will be perhaps most
convenient henceforth to distinguish them as Covenanters: to call them
Whigs, as Burnet and other historians of the time call them, would not
convey to modern ears the significance it had for their contemporaries.
Even those stern and unbending Tories of whom Mr. Gladstone was once the
spokesman have long ceased to regard the men who are still sometimes
called Whigs as the most fanatical members of the body politic. It would
be no mere fanciful application of modern terms to distinguish the two
parties of the Scottish Church as Liberals and Radicals; but it will for
many reasons be best henceforth to write of them as Presbyterians and
Covenanters.

The Covenanters, then, had not been idle. Shortly after the Restoration
they had, through a deputation of their elders and ministers, called
upon their brethren of the Church to unite with them in an address to
the King, praying him, as a member of the Covenant with themselves, to
remember his obligations to that sacred institution and zealously to
prosecute its blessed work in all his three kingdoms. Toleration in
things religious was especially denounced as a vast mischief disguised
under the specious pretence of liberty for tender consciences.
Schismatics were to be stamped out as sternly as <DW7>s and Prelatists;
and by Schismatics were meant all men, members of their own Church no
less than of others, who ventured to differ from them on any point of
doctrine whatsoever.

The Committee of Estates, which had resumed its sittings, did not like
the job. They called the deputation a private meeting of some protesting
ministers, and clapped the leaders into prison.

A government had now been formed for Scotland. Middleton was Lord High
Commissioner, a soldier of fortune who had been raised to the peerage
for the occasion. He was also named commander-in-chief of the forces and
governor of Edinburgh Castle. With him were associated Glencairn as Lord
Chancellor, Lauderdale as Secretary of State, Rothes as President of the
Council, and Crawford as Lord Treasurer. The first proceeding of this
Parliament, known in the gossip of the time as the Drunken Parliament
from the too frequent condition of its chiefs, was to pass a Rescissory
Act, repealing all measures that had become law since the year 1633,
including even those passed by the Parliament professing the authority
of Charles himself. This was followed by an Act "concerning religion and
Church government," in which, after some pious but vague protestations
of the royal design to "encourage the exercise of religion both public
and private, and to suppress all profaneness and disorderly walking," it
was promised that the administration by sessions, presbyteries, and
synods would not for the present be interfered with. That present,
however, soon passed. On May 27th, two days before the anniversary of
the Restoration of the Monarchy, the Act for the Restoration of
Episcopacy was made law. A previous Act had ordained May 29th to be kept
holy; and the opposition taken to this by those who objected to all
holidays as idolatrous had in turn produced a measure which practically
marks the beginning of that system of vague bullying, as Dr. Burton has
happily called it, which was in no long time to pass into a persecution
anything but vague. On December 15th, in Westminster Abbey, Sharp was
consecrated Primate of Scotland, and at the same time Fairfoul was
raised to the see of Glasgow, Hamilton to the see of Galloway, and the
good and gentle Leighton to the see of Dunblane.

Meanwhile the English Parliament had by its Navigation Act crushed for
the time the short-lived hopes of Scottish commerce, and was now busy
with an Act of Indemnity. This had been practically one of the
conditions of the Restoration, but Scotland had not been included in the
bargain. Argyle was the first to suffer from the omission. He had gone
up to London to pay his court to the new King, but had been refused an
audience. He was arrested, and, after a short sojourn in the Tower, sent
back to Edinburgh to stand his trial for high treason before the
Estates. He was found guilty and beheaded in the High Street on May
27th, 1661, two days after the anniversary of the more shameful death
which he had helped to bring upon Montrose. As he had been expressly
pardoned during the King's short reign in Scotland for all acts
committed by him against the Crown up to the year 1657, and as his
accusers could find no evidence of communications with the Parliament
after that time, he must have been acquitted had it not been for Monk,
who at the last moment produced certain letters written by Argyle to him
when acting for Cromwell. Johnstone of Warriston was another victim,
whom, like Argyle, it was no hard matter for judges who had a mind that
way to bring within the compass of the law of treason. He, however,
managed to get across to the Continent before he could be arrested. He
was tried and condemned in his absence. After two years of painful
shifts and wanderings he was tracked down in France by a man known as
Crooked-back Murray, and sent back to his fate. A third victim was James
Guthrie, the most vehement and active of the Covenanters, the framer of
the original Remonstrance and author of a seditious pamphlet called "The
Causes of the Lord's Wrath." With him would probably have suffered
Samuel Rutherford, a minister as zealous as Guthrie, but of more
education and manners. Fortunately for him, he died before the reign of
punishment began; and the Government was forced to content itself with
ordering his book "Lex, Rex," to be burned by the hangman at the Cross
of Edinburgh and at the gate of the University of Saint Andrews, where
he had been Professor of Divinity. In 1662, an Act of Indemnity was made
law, by which future punishment for the past was adjusted by a scale of
fines.

Close on the heels of the Act of Indemnity followed one demanding from
all persons holding any office of public trust a public abjuration of
the Covenant, and another requiring all clergymen who had been appointed
since 1649 to receive collation from the bishop of their diocese. Those
who did not obey were, after a short respite, expelled from their
parishes. Those who obeyed were regarded by their congregations as
backsliders and self-seekers. Three hundred and fifty ministers were
driven with their families from their homes in the depth of winter; and
to supply their places new ministers were appointed, popularly known as
the King's Curates. Another Act required attendance at the parish church
on penalty of a fine graduated according to the rank of the absentee.
Finally, to crown all, the Solemn League and Covenant was publicly
burned at the market-cross of Edinburgh; and an aggravated copy of the
English Five-mile Act against Non-jurors, known as the Mile Act, was
passed, prohibiting all recusant clergymen from residing within twenty
miles of their old parishes, within six miles of Edinburgh or any
cathedral town, and within three miles of any royal burgh. The
punishment for transgressing this law was to be the same as that for
sedition.

Enough has now been said to show the nature of the bullying adopted by
the Government. Over the years which still lie between us and the entry
of Claverhouse on the stage I must pass more rapidly.

In 1663 Rothes succeeded Middleton as commissioner. The latter had been
rash enough to measure his strength with Lauderdale, and had been
signally worsted. To complete the legislative machinery a Conventicle
Act was passed this year, declaring all assemblies of more than five
persons, besides members of the family, unlawful and seditious. As most
of their congregations had followed the expelled ministers into the
wilderness, this new law so mightily increased the labours of the
authorities that it was found necessary to institute a new tribunal of
justice for the especial treatment of ecclesiastical offences. This was
no less than a renewal of that old Court of High Commission which had
been abolished by the Long Parliament twenty years before to the joy of
the whole nation. To strengthen its hands a body of troops was sent down
into the western shires, now the stronghold of the Covenant, to impose
and exact the fines ordained by the Commission. Their leader was Sir
James Turner, a man of some education, but rough and brutal. He had
served on the Continent under Gustavus Adolphus, had fought under Leslie
in the Presbyterian ranks, and had accompanied Hamilton with the
Engagers into England. Turner, in his own memoirs, declares that he not
only did not exceed his orders, but was even lenient beyond his
commission. When, a few years later, in a momentary fit of indulgence,
his acts were called in question by the Privy Council, the evidence
hardly served to establish his assertion.

At length the West rose. On November 13th, 1666, four countrymen came
into the little village of Dalry, in Galloway, in search of refreshment.
There they found a few soldiers, driving before them a body of peasants
to thresh out the corn of an old man who would not pay his fines. There
was an argument and a scuffle: a pistol was fired and a soldier fell:
the rest yielded. It was now too late to go back. Turner was posted at
Dumfries with a considerable sum of money in his charge. It was
determined to seize him. The four champions had now been joined by some
fifty horsemen and a large body of unmounted peasants. Turner was made
prisoner; and the money restored to the service of those from whose
pockets it had been originally drawn.

The number of the insurgents had now risen to three thousand. They
determined to march on Edinburgh, thinking to gather recruits on the
way; but when they came within five miles of the city their hearts
failed them. The weather was bitterly cold: provisions and arms were
scarce: the peasantry of the more cultivated districts had proved either
lukewarm to the cause or openly hostile: no recruits had come in, and
their own ranks were growing daily thinner. At length they turned on
their tracks and made once more for their western fastnesses. But they
had now to reckon with a more dangerous foe than Turner.

The garrison in Edinburgh was commanded by Thomas Dalziel, a ferocious
old soldier who had learned his trade in the Russian wars. His dress was
as uncouth as his manners, and he wore a long white bushy beard that no
steel had been suffered to touch since the death of the first
Charles.[11] With all the regulars he could muster Dalziel was quickly
after the fugitives. He came up with them on Rullion Green, a ridge of
the Pentland Hills. Though now numbering scarce a thousand men, the
Covenanters were strongly posted, and defended themselves bravely. The
royal troops were twice driven back before they could carry the ridge,
and night had fallen before the insurgents were fairly broken. The
slaughter was not great; and it is significant of the unpopularity of
their cause that the fugitives suffered more from the Lothian peasantry
than from the victorious soldiers.

The Government could now assume the virtue of those who are summoned to
quell an open rebellion. Dalziel was put in command of the insurgent
districts, and his little finger was indeed found thicker than Turner's
loins. Twenty men were hanged on one gibbet in Edinburgh and many others
in various parts of the country: crowds were shipped off to the
plantations: torture was freely applied, and the ingenious devices of
the boot and the thumbkin were in daily requisition.[12] Dalziel was in
his element. A prisoner reviled him at the council board for "a Muscovy
beast who roasted men." The old savage struck the man with the hilt of
his sword so fiercely in the mouth that the blood gushed out.

At length there came a lull. Weary of the useless butchery, which,
hitherto, they had not perhaps fully realised, the English Government
determined to see if indulgence could persuade where persecution was
powerless to force. Orders to that effect were sent up to Edinburgh. The
soldiers were withdrawn from the western shires. Sharp was bidden to
retire to his see. Lauderdale took the place of Rothes as commissioner.

The character of Lauderdale is one of the most curious problems of the
time. In his youth he had been as zealous for the Covenant as he now
appeared to be zealous for Episcopacy. Hence some have supposed that his
real design was by favouring the intolerance of the bishops to bring
them to discomfiture, and to re-establish on their ruin the old
Presbyterian Church, for which, despite the profligacy of his life and
conversation, he was still believed to entertain as much veneration as
he was capable of feeling for any form of religion. But whatever may
have been his regard for the old Covenant of his youth, he was set as a
rock against the men who were now as much opposed to any moderate
observance of Presbyterian worship as the most inveterate Malignant at
Whitehall.

The first Indulgence was passed in 1669, in favour of the ministers whom
the Act of 1662 had driven from their parishes. Such as had since that
time kept from open violation of the law were now to be reinstated in
their livings where vacant. The manse and the glebe were to be theirs as
formerly, but the stipend was not to be renewed. These terms were
accepted by some forty or fifty clergymen. By the advice of the gentle
Leighton, who almost alone among his brethren seems at this time to have
dared, or to have been even willing, to counsel tolerance, a deputation,
nicknamed "the Bishop's Evangelists," was sent into the West to preach
the doctrine of this Indulgence. The pious crusade was in vain. The
failure of the Pentland rising and its terrible sequel had turned those
stubborn hearts to madness. Their weaker brethren were now classed with
the apostate Sharp and the butcher Dalziel; and the Indulgence was
declared a snare for the soul far more deadly than any torture the
Government could devise for the body. Nor, if time could have
strengthened Leighton's hands, was time allowed him. Following close
upon the Indulgence came a fresh Act, now making not only all
field-preaching a capital offence, but even laying heavy penalties on
any exercise of the Presbyterian worship except under an Indulged
minister. This again was soon followed by a fresh law against
Intercommuning--that is to say, against all who should offer even the
simplest act of common charity to a Covenanter--and promising large
rewards to all who should give information against them or their
protectors. By this law it is said that thousands of both sexes,
including many persons of rank, suffered severely; and from it sprang a
curious incident in the miserable history of this time.

An order was issued to the landed gentry of Renfrew and Ayr, the shires
where the disaffection was strongest, requiring them to give bail that
their servants and tenants should not only abstain from personal
attendance at conventicles, but also from all intercourse with
intercommuned persons. The gentry answered that such assurance was
impossible. It was not, they said, within the compass of their power to
do this thing. The reply from Edinburgh was short and conclusive: if the
landlords could not keep order in their districts, order must be kept
for them. A body of English troops had already been moved up to the
border and an Irish force collected at Belfast; but a more ingenious
mode of punishment was now devised. Since the barbarous excesses of the
Highland clans under Montrose, it had become an acknowledged breach of
the rules of civilised warfare to employ men who, like the Red Indians
used in our own American wars, were amenable to no discipline and
recognised no principles of humanity. Eight thousand of these savages
were now let loose on the disobedient Lowlanders. The result was,
indeed, not all that had been anticipated at Edinburgh. The Council had
naturally enough expected that the descent of these plaided barbarians
would be the signal for a general insurrection, which would relieve them
of their troubles as certainly and much more conveniently than Dalziel's
dragoons and Perth's thumbkins. While Highlander and Lowlander were
cutting each other's throats, Lauderdale and his colleagues would have
ample leisure to decide on the apportionment of the booty.[13] In this,
however, they were disappointed. No armed resistance was offered. During
the two months these marauders lived at free quarters, without any
distinction between friend and foe, on a land which, compared with their
own barren moors and mountains, was a paradise flowing with milk and
honey, only one life was lost, and that the life of a Highlander. At
length the scandal became too great even for Lauderdale. Hamilton, who,
like his brother before him, had always stood by the Crown, went up to
London with several gentlemen of rank to protest against a tyranny which
they vowed was that of Turks rather than Christians. According to one
account, the King would not see them: according to another, he admitted
Hamilton to an interview, and, after hearing his protest, owned that
many bad things had been done in Scotland, but none, so far as he could
see, contrary to his interests. It was clear, however, that in this
matter Lauderdale had gone too far. The Highlanders were ordered to
return to their homes. They returned accordingly, laden with spoil such
as they had never dreamed of, and of the use of a large part of which
they were as ignorant as a Red Indian or a <DW64>.[14]

The departure of the Highland host leaves the stage free for
Claverhouse. It was at this crisis he returned to Scotland, and here
this summary of one of the most miserable chapters in British history
may fitly end.

FOOTNOTES:

[7] This is, perhaps, the best place to disclaim all intention of
scoffing at this great writer and historian. It is a common impertinence
of the day in which I have no wish to join. It is not, I hope, an
impertinence to say that only those who have, for their own purposes,
been forced to follow closely in his tracks can have any just idea of
the unwearying patience and acuteness with which he has examined the
confused and so often conflicting records of that time, or of the
incomparable skill with which he has brought them into a clear
continuous narrative. To glean after Macaulay is indeed a barren task.
So far, then, from affecting to cavil at his work, I must acknowledge
that without his help this little book would have been still less. Yet I
do think he has been hard upon Claverhouse. Perhaps the scheme of his
history did not require, or even allow him, to examine the man's
character and circumstances so closely as a biographer must examine
them. It is still more important to remember that the letters discovered
by Napier in the Queensberry Archives were not known to him. Had he seen
them, I am persuaded that he would have found reason to think less
harshly of their writer.

[8] "The south-west counties of Scotland have seldom corn enough to
serve them round the year; and the northern parts producing more than
they need, those in the west come in the summer to buy at Leith the
stores that come from the north; and from a word 'whiggam,' used in
driving their horses, all that drove were called the 'whiggamores,' and
shorter, the 'whiggs.' Now in that year, after the news came down of
Duke Hamilton's defeat, the ministers animated the people to rise and
march to Edinburgh; and they came up, marching on the head of their
parishes, with an unheard-of fury, praying and preaching all the way as
they came. The Marquis of Argyle and his party came and headed them,
they being about 6,000. This was called the Whiggamores' Inroad: and
even after that all that opposed the Court came in contempt to be called
Whiggs: and from Scotland the word was brought into England, where it is
now one of our unhappy terms of distinction."--Burnet, i. 58. See also
Scott's "Tales of a Grandfather," ch. xii. Mr. Green, however, thought
the word _whig_ might be the same as our _whey_, implying a taunt
against the "sour-milk faces" of the fanatical Ayrshiremen.--"History of
the English People," iii. 258.

[9] Sharpe's notes to Kirkton's "History of the Church of Scotland," pp.
48-9. See also Wishart's "Memoirs of Montrose."

[10] "The Lauderdale Papers." The most important passages in Sharp's
letters will be found in Burton's history, vii. pp. 129-146.

[11] "Memoirs of Captain John Creichton," pp. 57-9.

[12] The torture of the thumbkin is said to have been introduced into
Scotland by Lord Perth, who had seen it practised in Russia. But,
according to Fountainhall, something very like it had been previously
known under the homely name of "Pilliwincks," or "Pilniewinks."

[13] "Duke Lauderdale's party depended so much on this that they began
to divide, in their hopes, the confiscated estates among them, so that
on Valentine's Day, instead of drawing mistresses they drew
estates."--Burnet, ii. 26.

[14] "When the Highlanders went back one would have thought they had
been at the sacking of some besieged town, by their baggage and luggage.
They were loaded with spoil. They carried away a great many horses and
no small quantity of goods out of merchants' shops, whole webs of linen
and woollen cloth, some silver plate bearing the names and arms of
gentlemen. You would have seen them with loads of bedclothes, carpets,
men and women's wearing clothes, pots, pans, gridirons, shoes and other
furniture whereof they had pillaged the country."--Wodrow, ii. 413.




CHAPTER III.


Claverhouse was not left long in idleness. In 1664, the year of the
first Indulgence, it had been determined to withdraw the regular troops
altogether from Scotland, leaving their place to be supplied by the
local militia, which was now practically raised to the condition of a
standing army and, contrary to immemorial law, placed under the
immediate authority of the Crown. But the bishops and their clergy had
demurred. They had little fancy for being left with no other protection
than a half-disciplined rabble, who, ready as they might be to act
against their troublesome countrymen, had no more respect for a lawn
sleeve than for a homespun jerkin. A few troops of regular cavalry were
therefore retained, and one regiment of Foot Guards. The former were
commanded by Athole, the latter by Linlithgow. Towards the end of 1677 a
fresh troop of cavalry was raised, and the command given to the young
Marquis of Montrose, grandson to him who had died on the scaffold and
kinsman to Claverhouse.

Claverhouse applied to him for employment, and it appears from
Montrose's answer that the application had been warmly backed by the
Duke of York. "You cannot imagine," runs the letter, "how overjoyed I
should be to have any employment at my disposal that were worthy of your
acceptance; nor how much I am ashamed to offer you anything so far below
your merit as that of being my lieutenant; though I be fully persuaded
that it will be a step to a much more considerable employment, and will
give you occasion to confirm the Duke in the just and good opinion which
I do assure you he has of you." The writer goes on to say that he
himself was expecting instant promotion, and to promise his kinsman a
share in whatever fortune might befall him: none but gentlemen, he adds,
are to ride in his troop. The offer was accepted, and the promotion was
not long delayed.

The Indulgence had failed, as by some at least of those who had
countenanced it it had been expected to fail. The Opposition, led at
Edinburgh by Hamilton and Argyle, and backed in London by Monmouth and
Shaftesbury, which had for some time past been working openly against
Lauderdale, had also for the moment failed. The Commissioner's hands
were strong. With the King and the Duke of York at his back, and, in
Edinburgh, Sharp, Burnet, and the majority of the Episcopalian clergy,
together with all the needy nobles who loved best to fish in troubled
waters, Lauderdale could afford, as he thought then, to laugh at all
opposition. To assume that his design had been from the first to goad
the West into open rebellion affords, indeed, a simple explanation of a
policy that in its persistent unwisdom and brutality seems strangely
irrational and monstrous, even for such times and men. But it is rash to
take any policy as certain in those dark and crooked councils, unless it
be--as probably in Lauderdale's case it was, and as it assuredly was in
the case of most of his creatures--the policy of personal
aggrandisement. At any rate, after the failure of the Indulgence had
been made clear even to those hopeful spirits who still, with Leighton,
had believed it possible to efface years of wrong by a few grudging
concessions, the cruel game was renewed with fresh vigour. The
Highlanders, indeed, had gone, but their place was now to be filled by a
more dangerous because a more disciplined foe. Orders were given to
raise three new troops of cavalry for special service in Scotland. The
Earls of Home and Airlie were chosen by Lauderdale to command two of
these troops: the third was, at the King's express desire, given to
Claverhouse. At the same time, Athole, who was now in opposition with
Hamilton and Argyle, was superseded by Montrose, and Linlithgow named
commander-in-chief of all the royal forces in Scotland.

Claverhouse now for the first time steps in his own person on the stage
of Scottish history. Eleven years later, in 1689, he passes off it for
ever. It is with the tale of that brief time, so crowded with action, so
variously recorded, that we shall be from this point concerned.

He was now in his thirty-fifth year. Confused and conflicting as the
witnesses of his life and character may be, of the man himself as he
looked to the eyes of his contemporaries there is the clearest
testimony. Over the mantelpiece of Scott's study in Castle Street hung
the only picture in the room--a portrait of Claverhouse. An original
portrait Lockhart calls it, but which of the five portraits engraved in
Napier's volumes it may have been, if any of them, I cannot tell. All
these engravings, with a unanimity not common in the portraiture of the
time, show the same face: a face of delicate, almost feminine beauty,
framed in the long full love-locks of the period.[15] The eyes are large
and dark, the figure small but well made, and the general expression of
the countenance one of almost boyish smoothness and simplicity. His
manners were gentle and courteous, though reserved: his habit of life
was, as has been already said, singularly decorous: he was scrupulous in
the observance of all religious ordinances. After his death an old
Presbyterian lady, who had lodged below him in Edinburgh, told Lochiel's
biographer how astonished she had been to find one of his profession so
regular in his devotions. In truth, one of the most curious, and at the
same time one of the most indisputable, points in the life of this
singular man is the contrast between those public actions which have had
so large a share in moulding the popular impression, and his private
character and conduct. And not less curious is the contrast between the
reality of his personal appearance and the counterfeit presentment
likely to be fostered by a too liberal adherence to that impression. It
would be difficult to imagine a more complete surprise than awaits those
who turn for the first time from the stern, brutal, and profane soldier
of the historian's page to the high-bred and graceful gentleman of the
painter's canvas.

Claverhouse seems to have received his commission in the autumn of 1678.
The earliest of his letters extant is dated from Moffat, a small town
in the north of Dumfriesshire, on December 28th. It is addressed to Lord
Linlithgow, and contains this significant passage: "On Tuesday was eight
days, and Sunday there were great field-conventicles just by here, with
great contempt of the regular clergy, who complain extremely when I tell
them I have no order to apprehend anybody for past misdemeanours."[16]
And this scrupulous observance of his orders, at a time when a little
excess of zeal was unlikely to be regarded as a very serious blunder, is
yet more strikingly illustrated in his next letter, written a week later
from Dumfries. In that town, at the southern end of the bridge over the
Nith, the charity of some devout Covenanting ladies had lately set up a
large meeting-house. The clergy, as wild against the Covenanters as
Lauderdale himself, were very importunate with Claverhouse to demolish
this hotbed of disaffection; but he, though he confessed privately to
his chief his annoyance at seeing a conventicle held with impunity "at
our nose," answered all importunities with a calm reference to his
orders. The southern end of the bridge was in Galloway, and in Galloway
his commission did not run. The authority of the Deputy-Sheriff of the
shire was therefore called into play, and with his countenance the
offending building was quickly razed to the ground. In his report of
this business Claverhouse writes:--"My Lord, since I have seen the Act
of Council, the scruple I had about undertaking anything without the
bounds of these two shires is indeed frivolous, but was not so before.
For if there had been no such act, it had not been safe for me to have
done anything but what my order warranted; and since I knew it not, it
was to me the same thing as if it had not been. And for my ignorance of
it, I must acknowledge that till now, in any service I have been, I
never inquired further in the laws than the orders of my superior
officers." This will not be the only occasion on which Claverhouse will
be found keeping strictly within the lines of his commission, instead
of, as he has been so frequently charged with doing, wantonly and
savagely exceeding it.

This Deputy-Sheriff (or Steward, as the phrase then ran) needs a word to
himself, both on his own account, as representing a certain phase of
character unfortunately too common to the time, and as the real author
of many of the cruel deeds of which Claverhouse so long has borne the
blame. Sir Robert Grierson of Lag was regarded in his own district with
an energy of hatred to which even the terror inspired by Claverhouse
gave place, and which has survived to a time within the memory of men
still living. In the early years of this century the most monstrous
traditions of his cruelty were still current, and are not yet wholly
extinct. In a vaulted chamber of the house in which he lived, on the
English road some three miles south of Dumfries, is still shown an iron
hook from which he is said to have hung his Covenanting prisoners; and
a hill in the neighbourhood is still pointed out as that down which he
used, for his amusement, to send the poor wretches rolling in a barrel
filled with knife-blades and iron spikes,--an ingenious form of torture,
commonly supposed to have been invented by the Carthaginians two
thousand years ago for the particular benefit of a Roman Consul. The
dark and mysterious legend of Sir Robert Redgauntlet, with which
Wandering Willie beguiled the way to Brokenburn-foot, was a popular
tradition of Sir Robert Grierson, or Lag (as, in the familiar style of
the day he was more commonly called) in Scott's own lifetime: the fatal
horseshoe, the birth-mark of all the Redgauntlet line, was believed to
be conspicuous on the foreheads of every true Grierson in moments of
anger; and it was a grandson of old Lag himself who sat to Scott for the
portrait of the elder Redgauntlet, the rugged and dangerous Herries of
Birrenswark. Within the last fifty years it was a custom of Halloween in
many of the houses in Dumfriesshire and Galloway to celebrate by a rude
theatrical performance the evil memory of the Laird of Lag.[17]

Born of a family which had held lands in Dumfriesshire since the
fifteenth century, and had figured at various times on the troubled
stage of Scottish history, Lag was undoubtedly a man of some parts and
capacity for public affairs, but coarse, cruel and brutal beyond even
the license of those times. The Covenanting historians charge him with
vices such as even they shrank from attributing to Claverhouse; and,
careful as it is always necessary to be in taking the evidence of such
witnesses, it is abundantly clear that even these ingenious romancists
would have been hard put to it to stain the memory of Lag. Later
historians have been sometimes less careful in distinguishing between
the two men. At least in one striking instance, the misdeeds of this
ruffian have been circumstantially charged to the account of his more
famous and important colleague.

It will be remembered that in the picture Macaulay has drawn of
Claverhouse the soldiers under his command, and by implication
Claverhouse himself, figure as relieving their sterner duties by a
curious form of relaxation. They would call each other, he says, by the
names of devils and damned souls, mocking in their revels the torments
of hell. The authority for this surprising statement is Robert Wodrow,
who was not born when Claverhouse returned to Scotland, and whose
history of the Scottish Church was not published till more than thirty
years after the battle of Killiecrankie.[18] Wodrow's work is very far
from being the contemptible thing some apologists for Claverhouse would
have us believe; but he is not a witness whose unsupported testimony it
is always safe to take for gospel-truth. He wrote at a time when the
naturally romantic imagination of the Scottish peasantry, stimulated by
the memories of old men who had known the evil times, had largely
embellished the facts he set himself to chronicle; and following the
fashion of his day (indeed, as one may say, the fashion of many
historians who cannot plead Wodrow's excuse), he was not always careful
to separate the romance from the reality, even where the latter might
have better served his turn. But considering all the circumstances--the
circumstances of the time, of his subject, and of his own
prepossessions, he is a writer whom it is impossible to disregard; and,
indeed, compared with the other Covenanting chroniclers he stands apart
as the most sober and impartial of historians. Where he got the story
that has been so ingeniously fashioned into an indictment against
Claverhouse is not clear. The passage runs as follows:--"Dreadful were
the acts of wickedness done by the soldiers at this time, and Lag was as
deep as any. They used to take to themselves, in their cabals, the names
of devils and persons they supposed to be in hell, and with whips to
lash one another, as a jest upon hell. But I shall draw a veil over many
of their dreadful impieties I meet with in papers written at this time."
This is not exactly the sort of evidence any judge but a hanging judge
would allow, though it would serve well enough the turn of a prosecutor.
It is at any rate evidence which no one, with any experience of the sort
of gossip the annalists of the Covenant were content to call history,
would care to take seriously. But whatever its value may really be, so
far as it goes it is evidence not against Claverhouse but against Lag.
It is clear from Wodrow that the story refers not to the royal soldiers
but to the local militia; and a writer a little later than Wodrow makes
it still more clear that the men supposed thus to have disported
themselves in their cups were those commanded by Lag. John Howie, an
Ayrshire peasant and a Cameronian of the strictest sect, who was not
born till fourteen years after Wodrow had published his history, has
given Lag a particular place in the Index Expurgatorius of his "Heroes
for the Faith." There we may read how this "prime hero for the promoting
of Satan's kingdom" would, "with the rest of his boon companions and
persecutors, feign themselves devils, and those whom they supposed in
hell, and then whip one another, as a jest upon that place of torment."
Claverhouse, as has been already shown, was himself singularly averse to
all rioting and drunkenness, as well as to profane amusements of every
kind; and, as he was indisputably one of the sternest disciplinarians
who ever took or gave orders, it is unlikely that he would have
countenanced any such unseemly revels in the men under his command, with
whom, moreover, he was in these years thrown into unusually close
personal contact. But, in truth, the story, so far as he is concerned,
is too foolish to need any solemn refutation. It has been only examined
at this length as furnishing a signal instance of the recklessness with
which the misdeeds of others have been fathered on him.[19]

The work Claverhouse now found to do must have been singularly
distasteful to one who had seen war on a great scale under such captains
as William and Conde. It was at once undignified and dangerous; and
though danger was all to his taste, it was one thing to risk one's life
in open battle with enemies worthy of a soldier's steel, and another and
very different thing to run the chance of a stray bullet from behind a
haystack or through a cottage window. The line of country he had to
patrol (for his work was really little more than that) was all too large
for the forces at his disposal. The enemies with whom he had mostly to
deal were either old men or women, for the Covenanters were well
supplied with intelligence, and generally had ample warning of his
movements, quick and indefatigable as they were. "If your lordship give
me any new orders, I will beg they may be kept as secret as possible,
and sent for me so suddenly as the information some of the favourers of
the fanatics are to send may be prevented."[20] And again:

     "I obeyed the orders about seizing persons in Galloway that
     very night I received it, as far as it was possible; that is
     to say, all that was within forty miles, which is the most
     can be ridden in one night; and of six made search for, I
     found only two, which are John Livingston, bailie of
     Kirkcudbright, and John Black, treasurer there. The other
     two bailies were fled, and their wives lying above the
     clothes in the bed, and great candles lighted, waiting for
     the coming of the party, and told them, they knew of their
     coming, and had as good intelligence as they themselves; and
     that if the other two were seized on, it was their own
     faults, that would not contribute for intelligence. And the
     truth is, they had time enough to be advertised, for the
     order was dated the 15th, and came not to my hands till the
     20th. I laid the fellow in the guard that brought it, so
     soon as I considered the date, where he has lain ever since,
     and had it not been for respect to Mr. Maitland
     [Lauderdale's nephew] who recommended him to me I would have
     put him out of the troop with infamy."[21]

The letters written during the first months of his commission are full
of warnings of this sort. And he had other complaints to make, which
must have been still more against the grain. He was so inadequately
supplied with money by the Council that he found it a hard matter to pay
his men, and harder still to pay the country people for the necessary
provisions and forage; for, so far from quartering his men at large upon
the peasantry, he seems, at any rate in those first months, to have been
scrupulous to pay at the current rates for all he required to a degree
that matches rather with the niceties of modern warfare than the customs
of those rough times.

In March Claverhouse was appointed Deputy-Sheriff of Dumfriesshire by a
particular warrant from Whitehall, and Andrew Bruce of Earlshall, one of
his lieutenants, was nominated with him. This step gave great offence to
Queensberry, who, as Sheriff of the shires of Dumfries and Annandale, by
law held all such patronage in his own hand, and marks the beginning of
the petty jealousy which from this time forward he seems to have shown
to Claverhouse whenever he dared, and which rose afterwards, as we shall
see, to a serious height. But Queensberry was no match for Lauderdale;
and Claverhouse was duly settled in his new office, which, while
strengthening his hands and enabling him to dispense with many tedious
formalities, at the same time considerably increased his labours.

And so winter passed into spring, and still Claverhouse found no work
more worthy of him than patrolling the country, arranging for his men's
quarters, examining suspected persons, and endeavouring to persuade the
Government to leave him not entirely penniless. More than once he sent
word to Edinburgh that he believed something serious was afoot. "I
find," he writes to Linlithgow on April 21st, "Mr. Welsh is accustoming
both ends of the country to face the king's forces, and certainly
intends to break out into open rebellion." This Welsh is a famous figure
in Covenanting history. Grandson to a man whose name was long held in
affectionate memory by his party as that of the "incomparable John Welsh
of Ayr," and great-grandson to no less a hero than John Knox himself, he
was on his own account a memorable man. He had inaugurated the first
conventicle, and had ever since been zealous in promoting them and
officiating at them among the wild hills and moorlands of the western
shires, till his name had become a byword among the soldiers for his
courage in braving and his skill in evading them. But though one of the
most resolute and indefatigable of the ministers of the Covenant, he was
also one of the most moderate and sensible. Had no one among them been
more eager than he to carry the war into the enemy's country there had
been no Bothwell Bridge. And, indeed, we shall find him seriously taken
to task by the more extreme of the party as a backslider from the good
cause for his endeavour to avert that disastrous affair.

Yet Claverhouse was right. Something very serious was soon to be afoot.
During the last few weeks the Covenanters had been notoriously growing
bolder. They did not always now, as hitherto, content themselves with
evading the soldiers: they became in their turn the aggressors. More
than once an outlying post of Claverhouse's men had been fired upon;
and on one occasion a couple of the dragoons had been savagely murdered
in cold blood. Even Wodrow found himself forced to own that about this
time "matters were running to sad heights among the armed followers of
some of the field meetings." But the trouble did not arise through John
Welsh. It came through a servant of the Crown who had been a sorer
plague to his countrymen than a myriad of disaffected ministers.

On May 5th, Lord Ross[22] from Lanark, and on the 6th Claverhouse from
Dumfries, sent in their despatches to the commander-in-chief at
Edinburgh as usual. It is clear that neither of them had at that time
heard any rumour of an event which had happened a few days previously at
no very great distance from their quarters. On May 2nd the Primate of
Scotland had been dragged from his carriage as he was driving across an
open heath three miles out of Saint Andrews, and murdered in open day
before the eyes of his daughter.

James Sharp, Archbishop of Saint Andrews, was at that time probably the
best-hated man in Scotland. Like all renegades he was in no favour even
with his own party, though Lauderdale found after trial that he could
not dispense with his support. Even the moderate Presbyterians, who
regarded the uncompromising Covenanters as the real cause of their
country's troubles, looked askance upon Sharp, as the man whom they had
chosen out of their number to save them and who had preferred to save
himself. By the Covenanters themselves he was assailed with every form
of obloquy as the Judas who had sold his God and his country for thirty
pieces of silver, and who had hounded on the servants of the King to
spill the blood of the saints. Yet his murder was but an accident.
Eleven years before an attempt had, indeed, been made upon his life by
one Mitchell, a fanatical and apparently half-witted preacher, who was
after a long delay put to the torture and finally executed on a
confession which he had been induced to make after a promise from the
Privy Council that his life should be spared. It is said that Lauderdale
would have spared him, but Sharp was so vehement for his death that the
Duke dared not refuse.

The chief promoters of the Archbishop's murder were Hackston of
Rathillet, Russell of Kettle, and John Balfour of Burley, or, more
correctly, of Kinloch. These three men were typical of the class who at
this time began to come to the front among the Covenanters, and by their
incapacity, folly, and brutality discredited and did their best to ruin
a cause whose original justice had been already too much obscured by
such parasites. It is impossible to believe that they, or such as they,
were inspired by any strong religious feelings. Hackston and Balfour
were men of some fortune, who had been free-livers in their youth, and
were now professing to expiate those errors by a gloomy and ferocious
asceticism. Both had a grudge against Sharp. Balfour had been accused of
malversation in the management of some property for which he was the
Archbishop's factor, and Hackston, his brother-in-law, had been
arrested as his bail and forced to make the money good. Russell, who has
left a curiously minute and cold-blooded narrative of this murder,[23]
was a man of headstrong and fiery temper. They had all those dangerous
gifts of eloquence which, coarse and uncouth as it sounds to our ears,
was, when liberally garnished with texts of Scripture, precisely such as
to inflame the heated tempers of an illiterate peasantry to madness. It
is important to distinguish men of this stamp from the genuine sufferers
for conscience' sake. The latter men were, indeed, often wrought up by
their crafty leaders to a pitch of blind and brutal fury which has done
much to lessen the sympathy that is justly theirs. But they were at the
bottom simple, sincere, and pious; and they can at least plead the
excuse of a long and relentless persecution for acts which the others
inspired and directed for motives which it would be difficult, perhaps,
to correctly analyse, but assuredly were not founded on an unmixed love
either for their country or their faith. Stripped of the veil of
religious enthusiasm which they knew so well how to assume, men of the
stamp of Sharp's murderers were in truth no other than those brawling
and selfish demagogues whom times of stir and revolution always have
brought and always will bring to the front. There need, in these days,
be no difficulty in understanding the characters of men who dress Murder
in the cloak of Religion and call her Liberty.

Every child knows the story of the tragedy on Magus Moor. It will be
enough here to remind my readers, once more, that it was no preconcerted
plan, but a pure accident--or, as the murderers themselves called it, a
gift from God. The men I have named, with a few others, were really
after one Carmichael, who had made himself particularly odious by his
activity in collecting the fines levied on the disaffected. But
Carmichael, who was out hunting on the hills, had got wind of their
design and made his way home by another route. As the party were about
to separate in sullen disappointment, a messenger came to tell them that
the Archbishop's coach was in sight on the road to Saint Andrews. The
opportunity was too good to be lost. Hackston was asked to take the
command, but declined, alleging his cause of quarrel with Sharp, which
would, he declared, "mar the glory of the action, for it would be
imputed to his particular revenge." But, he added, he would not leave
them, nor "hinder them from what God had called them to." Upon this,
Balfour said, "Gentlemen, follow me;" and the whole party, some nine or
ten in number, rode off after the carriage, which could be seen in the
distance labouring heavily over the rugged track that traversed the
lonely expanse of heath. How the butcher's work was done: how Sharp
crawled on his knees to Hackston, saying, "You are a gentleman--you will
protect me," and how Hackston answered, "Sir, I shall never lay a hand
on you": how Balfour and the rest then drew their swords and finished
what their pistols had begun; and how the daughter was herself wounded
in her efforts to cover the body of her father--these things are
familiar to all.

From May 6th to 29th no letters from Claverhouse have survived; but on
the latter date he sent a short despatch from Falkirk, announcing his
intention of joining his forces with Lord Ross to scatter a conventicle
of eighteen parishes which, he had just received news, were about (on
the following Sunday) to meet at Kilbryde Moor, four miles from Glasgow.
The following Sunday was June 1st, on which day Claverhouse was indeed
engaged with a conventicle; but in a fashion very different from any he
had anticipated.

FOOTNOTES:

[15] It is said that he used to tend these curls with very particular
care, attaching small leaden weights to them at night to keep them in
place,--a custom which, I am informed, has in these days been revived by
some dandies of the other sex.

[16] This very much bears out Burnet's complaint against the Episcopal
clergy in Scotland, which has been so strenuously denied by Creichton.
"The clergy used to speak of that time as the poets do of the golden
age. They never interceded for any compassion to their people; nor did
they take care to live more regularly, or to labour more carefully. They
looked on the soldiery as their patrons; they were ever in their
company, complying with them in their excesses; and, if they were not
much wronged, they rather led them into them than checked them for
them."--"History of My Own Time," i. 334.

[17] "The Laird of Lag," by Lieut.-Col. Fergusson, pp. 7-11.

[18] His "History of the Sufferings of the Church of Scotland" was first
published in 1721.

[19] This confusion was first pointed out by Aytoun in an appendix to
the second edition of his "Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers."

[20] Claverhouse to Linlithgow, December 28th, 1678. These letters are
all quoted from Napier's book. I have thought it better to give the date
of the letter than the reference to the page.

[21] Claverhouse to Linlithgow, February 24th, 1679.

[22] George, eleventh Lord Ross, was joined with Claverhouse in the
command of the western shires. He had married Lady Grizel Cochrane,
daughter of the first Earl of Dundonald, and aunt of the future Lady
Dundee.

[23] Printed in Sharpe's edition of Kirkton's "History of the Church of
Scotland." It differs in some, but not very important, points from the
account printed in the same volume from Wodrow's manuscripts.




CHAPTER IV.


The die was now fairly cast. In a general rising lay the only hope of
safety for Sharp's murderers. Desperate themselves, they determined to
carry others with them along the same path, and by some signal show of
defiance commit the party to immediate and irretrievable action. The
occasion for this was easily found. May 29th, the King's birthday, had
been, as already mentioned, appointed as a general day of rejoicing for
his restoration. This had from the first given offence as well to those
members of the Presbyterian Church who saw in his Majesty's return no
particular cause for joy, as to those more ascetic spirits who objected
on principle to all holidays. May 29th was therefore hailed as the day
divinely marked, as it were, for the purpose on hand, a crowning
challenge to the King's authority.

The business was put in charge of Robert Hamilton, a man of good birth
and education, but violent and rash, without any capacity for command
and, if some of his own side may be trusted, of no very certain courage.
With him went Thomas Douglas, one of the fire-breathing ministers,
Balfour and Russell and some seventy or eighty armed men. Glasgow had
been originally chosen for the scene of operations; but a day or two
previously a detachment of Claverhouse's troopers had marched into that
city from Falkirk, and the little town of Rutherglen, about two miles to
the west of Glasgow, was chosen instead.

On the afternoon of the 29th Hamilton and his party made their
appearance in Rutherglen. They first extinguished the bonfire that was
blazing in the King's honour; and, having then lit one on their own
account, proceeded solemnly to burn all the Acts of Parliament and Royal
Proclamations that had been issued in Scotland since Charles's return. A
paper was next read, containing a vigorous protest against all
interferences of the English Government with the Presbyterian religion,
and especially those subsequent to the Restoration. This paper, which
was styled the Declaration and Testimony of some of the true
Presbyterian party in Scotland, was then nailed to the market-cross of
the little town, and the party withdrew. All this, be it remembered, was
done within only two miles of the royal forces, some of whom, it is
said, were actually spectators of the whole affair at scarce
musket-shot's distance. It was fortunate for the party that Claverhouse
was not in Glasgow at the time.

He was then in Falkirk, from which place he had, as we have seen,
written to Linlithgow on the very day of the Rutherglen business of a
rumour he had heard of some particular gathering appointed for the
following Sunday, June 1st. Though he did not believe it, he thought it
well to join forces with Ross in case there might be need for action.
This was done at Glasgow on Saturday; and at once Claverhouse set off
for Rutherglen to inquire into the affair of the 29th. As soon as he
had got the names of the ringleaders he sent patrols out to scour the
neighbourhood for them. A few prisoners were picked up, and among them
one King, a noted orator of the conventicles, formerly chaplain to Lord
Cardross, whose service he had left, it is said, on account of a little
misadventure with one of the maid-servants. The troops halted for the
night at Strathavon, and early next morning set off with their prisoners
for Glasgow. On the way Claverhouse determined on "a little tour, to see
if we could fall upon a conventicle," which, he ingenuously adds, "we
did, little to our advantage."

During his search for the Rutherglen men he had heard more of the plans
for Sunday. It was clear something was in the air, and report named
Loudon Hill as the place of business, a steep and rocky eminence marking
the spot where the shires of Ayr, Lanark, and Renfrew meet. To Loudon
Hill accordingly Claverhouse turned his march, and soon found that
rumour had for once not exaggerated.

Two miles to the east of the hill lies the little hamlet and farm of
Drumclog, even now but sparsely covered with coarse meadow-grass, and
then no more than a barren stretch of swampy moorland. South and north
the ground sloped gently down towards a marshy bottom through which ran
a stream, or <DW18>, fringed with stunted alder-bushes. On the foot of the
southern <DW72>, across the <DW18>, the Covenanters were drawn up; and the
practised eye of Claverhouse saw at a glance that they had gathered
there not to pray but to fight. "When we came in sight of them," he
wrote to Linlithgow, "we found them drawn up in battle upon a most
advantageous ground, to which there was no coming but through mosses and
lakes. They were not preaching, and had got away all their women and
children."[24] They were ranged in three lines: those who had firearms
being placed nearest to the <DW18>, behind them a body of pikemen, and in
the rear the rest, armed with scythes set on poles, pitchforks, goads
and other such rustic weapons. On either flank was a small body of
mounted men. Hamilton was in command: Burley had charge of the horse;
and among others present that day was William Cleland, then but sixteen
years old, and destined ten years later to win a nobler title to fame by
a glorious death at the head of his Cameronians in the memorable defence
of Dunkeld.

As usual, it is impossible to estimate with any exactness the strength
of either side. According to one of their own party, who was present,
the Covenanters did not exceed two hundred and fifty fighting men, of
whom fifty were mounted and the same proportion armed with guns. These
numbers have been accepted, of course, by Wodrow, and also by Dr.
Burton. But within a week this handful had, on Hamilton's own testimony,
grown to six thousand horse and foot; and though, no doubt, the success
at Drumclog would have materially swelled the Covenanting ranks, if they
were only two hundred and fifty on that day, the most liberal
calculation can hardly accept the numbers said to have been gathered on
Glasgow Moor six days later. Probably, if we increase the former total
and diminish the latter, we shall get nearer the mark; but it is
impossible to do more than conjecture. Sharpe, in the fragment printed
by Napier, rates Hamilton's force at six hundred. Claverhouse's own
estimate was "four battalions of foot, and all well armed with fusils
and pitchforks, and three squadrons of horse." His experience was more
likely to serve him in such matters than the untrained calculations of
men who were, moreover, naturally concerned to magnify the defeat of the
King's troops as much as possible; while it is clear from the tone of
his own despatch, which is singularly literal and straightforward, that
he had no wish, and did not even conceive it necessary, to excuse his
disaster. But here again the estimate helps us little, owing to the
vague use of the terms battalion and squadron. For the same reason we
can but guess at the strength of the royal force. In the writings of the
time Claverhouse's command is indiscriminately styled a regiment and a
troop. It is certain that he was the responsible officer, so that,
whatever its numerical strength, he stood to the body of men he
commanded in the relation that a colonel stands to his regiment. But it
is probable that his regiment, with those commanded by Home and Airlie,
were practically considered as the three troops of the Royal Scottish
Life Guards of whom the young Marquis of Montrose was colonel. From a
royal warrant of 1672, it appears that a troop of dragoons was rated at
eighty men, exclusive of officers, and that a regiment was to consist of
twelve troops. But it is hardly possible that this strength was ever
reached. From a passage in the third chapter of Macaulay's history it
does not seem as if the full complement of a regiment of cavalry can
have much exceeded four hundred men; but, I repeat, the indiscriminate
use of the terms troop and regiment, battalion and squadron, makes all
calculations theoretical and vague.[25] Scott puts the King's forces at
Drumclog at two hundred and fifty men; and, as a detachment had been
left behind in garrison with Ross's men at Glasgow, this is probably not
over the mark, if Macaulay's estimate of a regiment be correct. He also,
in the report Lord Evandale makes to his chief, rates the Covenanters at
near a thousand fighting men, which would probably tally with
Claverhouse's estimate. But, whatever the strength of either side may
have been, it is tolerably certain that the advantage that way was on
the side of the Covenanters.

The description of the fight in "Old Mortality" is an admirable specimen
of the style in which Scott's genius could work the scantiest materials
to his will. All contemporary accounts of the fray are singularly meagre
and confused; and, indeed, the art of describing a battle was then very
much in its infancy. It is difficult, from Claverhouse's own despatch,
to get more than a general idea of the affair, which was probably after
the first few minutes but an indiscriminate _melee_. No doubt it was his
consciousness of some lack of clearness that inspired his apologetic
postscript: "My Lord, I am so wearied and so sleepy that I have written
this very confusedly." The flag of truce, which in the novel Claverhouse
sends down under charge of his nephew Cornet Graham to parley with the
Covenanters, was of Scott's own making, though it seems that a couple
of troopers were despatched in advance to survey the ground. Nor does
Claverhouse mention any kinsman of his, or any one of his name, as
having fallen that day: the only two officers he specifies are Captain
Blyth and Cornet Crafford, or Crawford, both of whom were killed by
Hamilton's first fire. But though Claverhouse mentions no one of his own
name, others do. By more than one contemporary writer one Robert Graham
is included among the slain. It is said that while at breakfast that
morning in Strathavon he had refused his dog meat, promising it a full
meal off the Whigs' bodies before night; "but instead of that," runs the
tale, "his dog was seen eating his own thrapple (for he was killed) by
several." Another version is, that the Covenanters, finding the name of
Graham wrought in the neck of the shirt, savagely mangled the dead body,
supposing it to be that of Claverhouse himself.[26]

But to come from tradition to fact. The affair began with a sharp
skirmish of musketry on both sides. To every regiment of cavalry there
were then joined a certain proportion of dragoons who seem to have held
much the position of our mounted infantry, men skilled in the use of
firearms and accustomed to fight as well on foot as in the saddle. A
party of these advanced in open order down the hill to the brink of the
<DW18> and opened a smart fire on the Covenanters, who answered with
spirit, but both in their weapons and skill were naturally far inferior
to the royal soldiers. Meanwhile, some troopers had been sent out to
skirmish on either flank, and to try for a crossing. This they could not
find; but, unable to manoeuvre in the swampy ground, found instead
that their saddles were emptying fast. Then Hamilton, seeing that his
men were no match at long bowls for the dragoons, and marking the
confusion among the cavalry, gave the word to advance. By crossings
known only to themselves Burley led the horse over the <DW18> on one
flank, while young Cleland followed with the bulk of the foot on the
other. Claverhouse thereupon called in his skirmishers, and, advancing
his main body down the hill, the engagement became general. But in that
heavy ground the footmen had all the best of it. The scythes and
pitchforks made sad work among the poor floundering horses. His own
charger was so badly wounded that, in the rider's forcible language,
"its guts hung out half an ell;" yet the brave beast carried him safely
out of the press.[27] The troopers began to fall back, and Burley,
coming up on sound ground with his horse, flung himself on them so hotly
that the retreat became something very like a rout. Claverhouse, to
whose courage and energy that day his enemies bear grudging witness, did
all that a brave captain could, but his men had now got completely out
of hand. "I saved the standards" (one of which had been for a moment
taken) "and made the best retreat the confusion of our people would
suffer." So he wrote to Linlithgow, but he made no attempt to disguise
his defeat. He owns to having lost eight or ten men among the cavalry,
besides wounded; and the dragoons lost many more. Only five or six of
the Covenanters seem to have fallen, among whom was one of Sharp's
murderers. This does not speak very well for their opponents' fire; but
then we have only the testimony of their own historians to go by.
Claverhouse himself could say no more than that "they are not come
easily off on the other side, for I saw several of them fall before we
came to the shock."

Pell-mell went the rout over the hill and across the moorland to
Strathavon, through which the Life Guards had marched but a few hours
before in all their bravery. As their captain passed by the place where
his prisoner of the morning, John King, was now lustily chanting a psalm
of triumph, the reverend gentleman called out to him, with audacity
worthy of Gabriel Kettledrummle, "to stay the afternoon sermon." At
Strathavon the townspeople drew out to bar their passage, but the fear
of their pursuers lent the flying troopers fresh heart: "we took
courage," writes Claverhouse, "and fell to them, made them run, leaving
a dozen on the place." Through Strathavon they clattered, and never drew
rein till they found themselves safe in Glasgow among their own
comrades.

Fortunately the pursuit had slackened, or it might have gone ill with
the garrison in Glasgow. Claverhouse's men had no doubt fine tales to
tell of the fury of the Whig devils behind them; and had Hamilton been
strong enough in cavalry to enter the town at the heels of the flying
troopers it is not likely that he would have met with much opposition.
The pursuit, however, did not follow far. Thanksgivings had to be made
for the victory, and the prisoners to be looked to. All these, according
to Wodrow, were let go after being disarmed; but Hamilton himself tells
a very different tale. His orders had been strict that there should be
no quarter that day; but on his return from the pursuit he found that
his orders had been disobeyed. Five prisoners had been dismissed, and
were already out of his reach: two others were waiting while their
captors debated on their fate. Then Hamilton, furious that any of
"Babel's brats" should be let go, slew one of these with his own hand,
to stay any such unreasonable spirit of mercy, "lest the Lord would not
honour us to do much more for him."[28]

That night the Covenanting captains stayed at Lord Loudon's house,
where, though the master had deemed it prudent to keep out of the way,
they were hospitably entertained by her ladyship. The next morning they
continued their march to Glasgow.

Claverhouse was ready for them. The town was too open a place to be
properly barricaded, but he had caused some sort of breastwork to be
raised near the market-cross as cover for his men, and patrols had been
out since daybreak to watch Hamilton's movements. That worthy was
reported to be dividing his men into two bodies, one of which presently
marched on the town by the Gallowgate bridge, while the other took a
much longer route by the High Church and College. It was thus possible
to deal with the first before the latter could come to its assistance.
This was very effectually done. About ten in the morning the attack was
made by way of the bridge, led by Hamilton in person.[29] But the
welcome which met them from the barricades was too warm for the
Covenanters. They broke and fled at the first fire, Claverhouse and Ross
at the head of their men chasing them out of the town. Meanwhile, their
comrades, descending the hill on the other side, saw what was going on,
and, having no mind for a similar welcome, turned about and made off by
the way they had come. The two parties joined and halted for a while at
the place they had occupied on the previous night; but when they heard
Claverhouse's trumpets sounding again to horse they fell back to
Hamilton Park, where it was not thought prudent to follow them.

FOOTNOTES:

[24] Claverhouse to Linlithgow, June 1st, 1679. This is the famous
despatch which Scott says was spelled like a chambermaid's. The original
is now among the Stow Manuscripts in the British Museum.

[25] Cannon's "Historical Records of the British Army" (Second
Dragoons): Macaulay's History, i. 305-8.

[26] Russell's account of Sharp's murder, Kirkton, p. 442. See also
Creichton's Memoirs, though the captain was not present at the fight,
having remained in garrison at Glasgow. In a Latin poem, "Bellum
Bothuellianum," by Andrew Guild, now in the Advocates' Library at
Edinburgh, are the following lines:

    "Tum rabiosa cohors, misereri nescia, stratos
    Invadit, laceratque viros: hic signifer, eheu!
    Trajectus globulo, Graemus, quo fortior alter
    Inter Scotigenas fuerat, nec justior ullus:
    Hunc manibus rapuere feris, faciemque virilem
    Foedarunt, lingua, auriculis, manibusque resectis
    Aspera diffuso spargentes saxa cerebro."

The passage is quoted at length in the notes to "Old Mortality." Sharpe,
in his notes to Kirkton, says, on the authority of Wodrow, that Cornet
Graham was shot by one John Alstoun, a miller's son, and tenant of Weir
of Blackwood. This is not correct. There was a Cornet Graham so killed,
but not till three years after Drumclog.

[27] "With a pitchfork they made such an openeing in my rone horse's
belly." Sir Walter, following tradition, has mounted Claverhouse on a
coal-black charger without a single white hair in its body, a present,
according to the legends of the time, from the Devil to his favourite
servant. See also Aytoun's fine ballad "The Burial March of Dundee":

    "Then our leader rode among us
      On his war-horse black as night;
    Well the Cameronian rebels
      Knew that charger in the fight."

[28] Kirkton, 444, note.

[29] It was reported by some of his own party that as his men entered
the town Hamilton withdrew into a house at the Gallowgate to wait the
issue. But it would be no more fair to take this report for truth than
it would be to assume that Claverhouse really forbad burial to the dead
Whigs, that the dogs might eat them where they lay in the streets. There
was too much quarrelling in the Covenanting camp to allow us to take for
granted all their judgments on each other when unfavourable; and at
Drumclog Hamilton seems by all accounts to have borne himself bravely
enough, whatever he may have done subsequently.




CHAPTER V.


There is no letter from Claverhouse in this year, 1679, later than that
reporting the defeat at Drumclog. There was, indeed, no occasion for him
to write. As soon as the news of his defeat and the attack on Glasgow
had reached the Council, orders were at once sent for the forces to
withdraw from the latter place and join Linlithgow at Stirling. After
Bothwell Bridge had been won he was sent again into the West on the
weary work that we have already seen him employed on. But during the
intervening time his independent command had ceased. At the same time
there is no reason to suppose that he was in any disgrace for the defeat
at Drumclog. He had committed the fault, not uncommon, as military
history teaches, with more experienced leaders than Claverhouse, of
holding his foe too cheaply: he had committed this fault, and he had
paid the penalty. There is some vague story of a sealed commission not
to be opened till in the presence of the enemy, and when opened on the
<DW72> of Drumclog containing strict orders to give battle wherever and
whenever the chance might serve. But the story rests on too slight
authority to count for much. His own temperament would have made him
fight without any sealed orders; and, indeed, he had not long before
written to Linlithgow that he was determined to do so on the first
occasion, and had warned his men to that effect. The wisdom of his
resolve is clear. Disgusted with their work, discontented with the
hardness of their fare and the infrequency of their pay, in perpetual
danger of their lives from unseen enemies, his soldiers were getting out
of hand. Claverhouse was the sternest of disciplinarians; but the
discipline of those days was a very different thing from our
interpretation of the word. It was more a recognition by the soldier of
the superior strength and possibilities of his officer, than trained
obedience to an inevitable law. When they once had satisfied themselves
that their captain was unable to bring the enemy to book, was unable
even to provide them with proper rations and pay, no love for the flag
would have kept them together for another hour. It was essential for
Claverhouse to show them that he and they were more than a match for
their foes whenever and in whatever form the opportunity came.
Unfortunately for him it came in the form of Drumclog, and the proof had
still to be given.

But it is abundantly clear that no stain was considered to rest either
on his honour or his skill. The only ungenerous reference to his
discomfiture came a few years later in the shape of a growl from old
Dalziel against the folly of splitting the army up into small
detachments at the discretion of rash and incompetent leaders.
Claverhouse was removed from his independent command only because the
circumstances of the moment made it necessary. When it was found
necessary to despatch a regular army against the insurgents (as, for all
their provocation, they must after Drumclog be styled), he took his
proper place in that army as captain of a troop in the Royal Scottish
Life Guards. When the brief campaign had closed at Bothwell Bridge, and,
worst fortune for him, affairs had resumed their original complexion, he
went back to his old position.

It will be necessary, then, to supply this gap in Claverhouse's
correspondence by a brief review of the state of things from the battle
of Drumclog to the date of his new commission.

The garrison of Glasgow had, as we have seen, joined Linlithgow at
Stirling. There they lay for a day or two till orders were received from
the Council for the whole army, which only numbered about eighteen
hundred men in all, to fall back on Edinburgh. In the capital the
greatest consternation reigned. The first proceeding of the Council was
to proclaim the rising "an open, manifest, and horrid rebellion," and
all the insurgents were summoned to surrender at discretion as
"desperate and incorrigible traitors." Having thus satisfied their
diplomatic consciences they wisely proceeded to more practical measures.
The militia was called out, horse and foot, in all the Lowlands, save in
the disaffected shires. For those north of the Forth the rendezvous was
at Stirling, for those south on the links of Leith. Each man was to
bring provisions with him for ten days. The magistrates were ordered to
remove all the powder and other munitions of war they could find in the
city to the Castle. An armed guard was stationed night and day in the
Canongate, and another in the Abbey. Finally, a post was sent to London
on Linlithgow's advice to urge the instant despatch of more troops, and
two shillings and sixpence a day of extra pay was promised to every foot
soldier.

They were not disturbed in their preparations. The Covenanters were too
busy with their own affairs to take much heed what their enemies might
be doing. They did, indeed, march into Glasgow, but beyond shooting a
poor wretch whom they vowed they recognised as having fought against
them on the 2nd, and possibly indulging in a little looting, they did
nothing. They did not stay long in the town. Plans they seem to have had
none, nor any settled organisation or discipline. Moving restlessly
about the neighbourhood from village to village and from moor to moor,
their preachers exhorted and harangued as much against each other as
against Pope or Prelate, and their leaders quarrelled as though there
were not a King's soldier in all Scotland, nor Claverhouse within a
dozen miles of them eager for the moment to strike. There was no lack of
arms among them, and their numbers seem at this time to have been not
far short of eight thousand. But no men of any position or influence in
the country had joined them with the exception of Hamilton; and his
authority, whether the story of his cowardice at Glasgow be true or not,
was not what it had been at Rutherglen and Drumclog. The preachers
seemed to have exercised the only control over the rabble; and such
control, as was natural, seems rarely to have lasted beyond the length
of their sermons, which, indeed, were not commonly short. As the
Covenanters (to keep to the distinguishing name I have chosen) were an
extreme section of the Presbyterians, so now the Covenanters themselves
were divided into a moderate and an extreme party. The chiefs of the
former, or Erastians as their opponents scornfully termed them, were
John Welsh and David Hume. Of Hume there is no particular account, but
Welsh we have met before. Though he had been under denunciation as a
rebel ever since the Pentland rising (in which he had, indeed, borne no
part), he had never given his voice for war; and, though assuredly
neither a coward nor a trimmer, had always kept from any active share in
the proceedings of his more tumultuous brethren. His plan, and the plan
of the few who at that time and place were on his side, was temperate
and reasonable. They asked for no more than they were willing to give.
Against the King, his government, and his bishops they had no quarrel,
if only they were suffered to worship God after their own fashion.
Though they themselves had not accepted the Indulgence, they were not
disposed to be unduly severe with those who had. In a word, they were
willing to extend to all men the liberty they demanded for themselves.
Had there been more of this wise mind among the Covenanters--among the
Presbyterians, one may indeed say--though it is hardly possible to
believe that Lauderdale and his crew would not still have found occasion
for oppression, it would be much easier to find sympathy for the
oppressed.

On the other side, Hamilton himself, Donald Cargill, and Thomas Douglas
were the most conspicuous in words, while Hackston, Burley, and the rest
of Sharp's murderers were, of course, with them. Hamilton and Douglas we
know. Cargill, like Douglas, was a minister: he had received a good
education at Aberdeen and Saint Andrews, but had soon fallen into
disgrace for the disloyalty and virulence of his language. In a sermon
on the anniversary of the Restoration he had declared from his pulpit
that the King's name should "stink while the world stands for treachery,
tyranny, and lechery."[30] In this party all was confused, extravagant,
fierce, unreasoning. What they wanted, what they were fighting to get,
from whom they expected to get it, even their own historians are unable
to explain, and probably they themselves had no very clear notions. They
talked of liberty, by which they seem to have meant no more than liberty
to kill all who on any point thought otherwise than they did: of
freedom, which meant freedom from all laws save their own passions: of
the God of their fathers, and every day they violated alike His precepts
and their practice. To slay and spare not was their watchword; but whom
they were to slay, or what was to be gained or done when the slaying was
accomplished, no two men among them were agreed. For the moment the
current of their fury seems to have set most strongly against the
Indulgence and those who had accepted its terms. A single instance will
show pretty clearly the state of insubordination into which those
unhappy men had fallen. It was announced that one Rae, a favourite
expounder on the moderate side, was about to preach on a certain day in
camp. Hamilton, who still retained the nominal command, sent him a
letter bidding him not spare the Indulgence. To this Rae, who does not
seem himself to have been in any position of authority, made answer that
Hamilton had better mind what belonged to him, and not go beyond his
sphere and station.[31] It would not be difficult to draw a parallel
between the condition of the Covenanting camp at that time and the
so-called Irish Party of our own time. Indeed, if any body will be at
the trouble to examine the contemporary accounts of Hamilton and his
followers, and particularly their language, much of which has been
faithfully chronicled by their admirers, they will be surprised to find
how closely the parallel may be pushed.

Meanwhile, on the other side preparations went briskly forward. A strong
detachment of regular troops was at once despatched from London, with
the young Duke of Monmouth himself in command. Great pains have been
taken both by contemporary and later writers to explain the reason of
this appointment. It was designed, they have said, to render him
unpopular in Scotland. It is certainly possible that he might have been
sent to Scotland to get him out of the way of his admirers in England,
who just at that time were somewhat inconveniently noisy in their
admiration. But the appointment does not seem to need any very subtle
explanation. Monmouth was the King's favourite son. He had served his
apprenticeship to the trade of war in the Low Countries, and under such
captains as Turenne and William of Orange. He was popular with the
people for his personal courage, his good looks, his pleasant manners,
and above all for his Protestantism--a matter with him possibly more of
policy than principle, but which served among the common people to gain
him the affectionate nickname of The Protestant Duke, and to
distinguish him in their eyes as the natural antagonist to the unpopular
and Popish James. With all his faults Monmouth was no tyrant, and
Charles himself was rather careless than cruel. This appointment,
therefore, was taken in Scotland to signify a disposition on the King's
part to employ gentle means if possible with the insurgents, and as such
was not altogether approved of. Gentle means were not much to the taste
of the presiding spirits of the Council-Board at Edinburgh, whose native
ferocity had certainly not been softened by the fright and confusion of
the last few days. It was particularly requested, therefore, that
Dalziel might be named second in command, who might well be trusted to
counteract any unseasonable leniency on Monmouth's part. Fortunately for
the insurgents the old savage did not receive his commission till the
day after the battle.

Monmouth left London on June 15th and reached Edinburgh on the 18th. He
at once took the field. Montrose commanded the cavalry, Linlithgow the
foot: Claverhouse rode at the head of his troop under his kinsman, and
the Earls of Home and Airlie were there in charge of their respective
troops: Mar held a command of foot. Many other Scotch noblemen and
gentlemen of position followed the army as volunteers. Some Highlanders
and a considerable body of militia made up a force which has been put as
high as fifteen thousand men, but probably did not exceed half that
number.

The near approach of the royal troops only increased the quarrelling and
confusion in the insurgent camp, which was pitched now at Hamilton. Some
friends at Edinburgh had sent word to them that Monmouth might be found
not indisposed to treat; and that it would be best for them to stand off
for a while, and not on any account be drawn into fighting. But the idea
of treating only inflamed the more violent. On the 21st a council was
called which began in mutual recrimination and abuse, and ended in a
furious quarrel. Hamilton drew his sword, vociferating that it was drawn
as much against the King's curates and the minions of the Indulgence as
against the English dragoons, and left the meeting followed by Cargill,
Douglas and the more violent of his party. Disgusted with the scene, and
convinced of the hopelessness of a cause supported by such men, many
left the camp and returned to their own homes. Welsh and the moderate
leaders resolved to take matters into their own hands. On the morning of
the 22nd Monmouth had reached Bothwell. His advance guard held the
little town about a quarter of a mile distant from the river: his main
body was encamped on the moor. Shortly after daybreak he was surprised
by a visit from Welsh, Hume and another of their party, Fergusson of
Caitloch. Monmouth received them courteously, and heard them with
patience while they read to him a paper (known in Covenanting annals as
the Hamilton Declaration) they had drawn up detailing their grievances
and their demands. The first were indisputable: the second were, as has
been said, moderate. Monmouth was, however, forced to answer that he
could not treat with armed rebels. If they would lay down their arms and
surrender at discretion, he promised to do all he could to gain them not
only present pardon but tolerance in the future. Meanwhile, he said,
they had best return to their camp, report his message, and bring him
back an answer within half an hour's time. They returned, only to find
confusion worse confounded, and their own lives even in some danger from
the furious Hamilton.

The half-hour passed, and no further sign of submission was made.
Monmouth bid the advance be sounded, and the Foot Guards, commanded by
young Livingstone, Linlithgow's eldest son, moved down to the bridge.
Just at that spot the Clyde is deep and narrow, running swiftly between
steep banks fringed on the western side with bushes of alder and hazel.
The bridge itself was only twelve feet wide, and guarded in the centre
with a gate-house. The post was a strong one for defence, and had there
been any military skill, or even unity of purpose, among the defendants,
Monmouth would have had to buy his passage dear. Hackston of Rathillet
had thrown himself with a small body of determined men into the
gate-house, while Burley, with a few who could hold their muskets
straight, took up his post among the alder-bushes. The rest stood idly
by while their comrades fought. For about an hour Hackston held the gate
till his powder was spent. He sent to Hamilton for more, or for fresh
troops, but the only answer he received was an order to retire. He had
no choice but to fall back on the main body, which he found at that
supreme moment busily engaged in cashiering their officers, and
quarrelling over the choice of new ones. The English foot then crossed
the bridge: Monmouth followed leisurely at the head of the horse, while
his cannon played from the eastern bank on the disordered masses of the
Covenanters. A few Galloway men, better mounted and officered than the
rest of their fellows, spurred out against the Life Guards as they were
filing off the narrow bridge, but were at once ordered back by Hamilton.
The rest of the horse in taking up fresh ground to avoid the English
cannon completed the disorder of the foot--if, indeed, anything were
wanted to complete the disorder of a rabble which had never known the
meaning of the word order; and a general forward movement of the royal
troops, who had now all passed the bridge, gave the signal for flight.
Hamilton was the first to obey it, thus, in the words of an eye-witness,
"leaving the world to debate whether he acted most like a traitor, a
coward, or a fool."[32] Twelve hundred of the poor wretches surrendered
at discretion: the rest fled in all directions. Monmouth ordered quarter
to be given to all who asked it, and there is no doubt that he was able
considerably to diminish the slaughter. Comparatively few fell at the
bridge, but four or five hundred are said to have fallen, "murdered up
and down the fields," says Wodrow, "wherever the soldiers met them,
without mercy." Mercy was not a conspicuous quality of the soldiery of
those days; and the discovery of a huge gallows in the insurgents' camp,
with a cartload of new ropes at the foot, was not likely to stay the
hands of men who knew well enough that had the fortune of war been
different those ropes would have been round their necks without any
mercy. But it is clear that Monmouth was able to save many. When Dalziel
arrived next day in camp and learned how things had gone, he rebuked
the Duke to his face for betraying his command. "Had I come a day
sooner," he said, "these rogues should never have troubled his majesty
or the kingdom any more."[33]

There is no authority for attributing to Claverhouse himself any
particular ferocity. We may be pretty sure that the Covenanting
chroniclers would not have refrained from another fling at their
favourite scapegoat could they have found a stone to their hand; but as
a matter of fact, in no account of the battle is he mentioned, save by
name only, as having been present with his troop in Monmouth's army. The
fiery and vindictive part assigned to him by Scott rests on the
authority of the most amazing tissue of absurdities ever woven out of
the inventive fancy of a ballad-monger.[34] He had no kinsman's death to
avenge, and he was too good a soldier to directly disobey his chief's
orders, however little they may have been to his taste.

There is, moreover, positive evidence to the contrary. Six years after
the battle one Robert Smith, of Dunscore, who had been among the rebel
horsemen at Bothwell, deposed that as they, some sixteen hundred in
number, were in retreat towards Carrick, he saw the royal cavalry halted
within less than a mile from the field, and this was considered by the
fugitives to have been done to favour their escape. "For," he went on,
"if they had followed us they had certainly killed or taken us all." It
is clear, therefore, that whatever Claverhouse might have done had he
been left to himself, or whatever he may have wished to do--what he did
do was, in common with the rest of the army, to obey his superior's
orders.

FOOTNOTES:

[30] "Lives of the Scots Worthies," p. 383.

[31] Wodrow, iii. 93.

[32] Wodrow, iii. 107.

[33] Creichton, pp. 37-8.

[34] See some doggrel verses on the battle in "The Minstrelsy of the
Scottish Border," in which Claverhouse is represented as posting off to
London from the field of battle and, by means of false witnesses,
bringing Monmouth to the scaffold as a traitor who had given quarter to
the King's enemies. Sir Walter, of course, knew very well what he was
about; but it did not seem to him necessary to write fiction with the
nice exactness of the historian; nor was he, happily for us, of that
scrupulous order of minds which conceives that a cruel wrong has been
done to the reputation of a man who has been in his grave for nearly a
century and a half by employing the colours of tradition to heighten the
pictures of fancy.




CHAPTER VI.


Could Monmouth's influence have lasted, their defeat at Bothwell Bridge
might have turned out well for the Covenanters. As soon as he had led
his army back into quarters, he hastened to London, where he so strongly
represented the brutal folly and mismanagement of Lauderdale's
government, that he prevailed upon the King to try once more the effect
of gentler measures. An indemnity was granted for the past, and even
some limited form of indulgence for the future. But the unexpected
return of the Duke of York from Holland put an end to all these humane
counsels. Monmouth was himself soon again in disgrace; and Lauderdale,
though his power was now past its height, was still strong enough to
mould to his own will concessions for which the time had now perhaps
irrevocably gone.

The twelve hundred prisoners from Bothwell were marched in chains to
Edinburgh, and penned like sheep in the churchyard of the Grey Friars,
the building which barely forty years before had witnessed the
triumphant birth of that Covenant which was, if ever covenant of man
was, assuredly to be baptized in blood. Two of them, and both ministers,
were immediately executed: five others, as though to appease the cruel
ghost of Sharp, were hanged on Magus Moor: of the rest, the most part
were set at liberty on giving bonds for their future good behaviour,
while the more obstinate were shipped off to the plantations.

Claverhouse was now sent back to his old employment. Though none of his
own letters of this time have survived, it is clear from an Order of the
Privy Council that shortly after the affair at Bothwell he was again
entrusted with the control of the rebellious shires. There is
unfortunately no record of his own by which it is possible to check the
vague charges of Wodrow, who wisely declines to commit himself to
particulars on the ground that "multitudes of instances, once flagrant,
are now at this distance lost," while not a few, he candidly admits,
"were never distinctly known." In the rare cases in which he becomes
more specific in his complaints, he does not make it clear that the
offences were committed in Claverhouse's presence, nor even that they
were always committed by soldiers of his troop--"the soldiers under
Claverhouse" seem to stand with him for all the royal forces then
employed in the western shires. That what he calls "spulies,
depredations, and violences" were committed on Claverhouse's authority
may be freely granted: they were precisely such as a strict obedience to
the letter (and no less to the spirit) of his commission would have
enjoined--the levying of fines, the seizure of arms, horses, and other
movable property from all suspected of any share in the rebellion who
would not absolve themselves by taking the oath of abjuration, and from
all resetters, or harbourers, of known rebels. It would be idle to
refuse to believe that many unjust and cruel acts were not committed at
this time, as we know they were committed subsequently, merely because
they cannot be succinctly proved. It is unlikely that Claverhouse
himself wasted over-much time on sifting every case that was brought in
to him by his spies; and where he was not himself present--and it must
be remembered that he was not the only officer engaged in this service,
and also that his own soldiers were often employed under his lieutenants
on duties he was personally unable to attend to--it is hard to doubt
that much wild and brutal work went on. The whole case, in short, except
in a very few instances (which will be examined elsewhere), is one
solely of hearsay and tradition; and it is no more than common justice
in any attempt to define Claverhouse's share in it, to give him the
benefit of the doubt where it is not directly contrary to the proved
facts and the evidence of his despatches. For Claverhouse, it should be
also and always remembered, may be implicitly trusted to speak the truth
in these matters, for the simple reason that he was not in the least
ashamed of his work. We may well believe that it was not the work he
would have chosen; but it was the work he had been set to do; and his
concern was only to execute it as completely as possible. He was a
soldier, obeying the orders of his superiors, for which they and they
only were responsible. That their orders matched with his feelings,
religious as well as political, for Claverhouse was as thorough in his
devotion to the Church as he was in his devotion to the Crown, mattered
nothing. The whole question was to him one of military obedience. Sorely
as he may have chafed at the order, he halted his troopers on the banks
of the Clyde when Monmouth's trumpets sounded the recall, with the same
readiness and composure that he showed in leading them to the charge
down the <DW72>s of Drumclog; and he would have led them against his
brothers-in-arms Ross or James Douglas, had they turned rebels, as
straightly and keenly as he led them against Hamilton and Burley. At the
same time both his letters and his actions show that he did his best to
discriminate between the ringleaders and the crowd: between the brawling
demagogues or the meddlesome priests and the honest ignorant peasants,
whose only crime was that they wished to worship God after a fashion the
Government chose to discountenance. It is not necessary to assume that
he was moved thereto by any softness of heart: common-sense, and a
sense, too, of justice, would suffice to show him where to strike. And
it will hereafter be seen that, where his commission was large enough,
he more than once exercised a discretion not entirely to the taste of
the more thorough-going zealots of the Edinburgh Council-board.

The only distinct evidence we have of him at this time is contained in
the aforesaid Orders of Council. From these it appears that he had been
charged by the Scottish Treasury with appropriating the public moneys to
his use. He had been appointed for his services trustee to the Crown of
the estate of one Macdowall of Freugh, an outlawed Galloway laird; and
of this estate it was alleged that he would render no accounts, nor of
the fines he had been commissioned to levy on the non-abjuring rebels.
With characteristic fearlessness Claverhouse went straight to London,
and in a personal interview satisfied Charles of his innocence, who
forthwith ordered him to be reinstated in his commission and all the
privileges belonging to it.[35] It is clear, however, that during the
greater part of the year 1680 Claverhouse was suspended from both his
civil and military employments, and this will account for the duty of
punishing the authors of the Sanquhar Declaration devolving not upon
him, but upon his lieutenant, Bruce of Earlshall.

The prime mover of the Sanquhar Declaration was Richard Cameron, who had
now become the head of the extreme party, henceforth to be known by his
name--a name which still survives as that of a distinguished regiment of
the British army. It was framed in much the same language and to much
the same purpose as its predecessor of Rutherglen, though it would not
be right to degrade Cameron to the level of Hamilton and his ruffianly
associates. It took its title from having been fixed to the market-cross
of Sanquhar, a small town in Dumfriesshire, on June 22nd, 1680. Exactly
a month later Claverhouse's troopers (though, as I have said, not
commanded by Claverhouse himself) came upon the Cameronians in a
desolate spot among the wilds of Ayrshire, known as Aird's Moss. Richard
Cameron was killed at the first charge: Donald Cargill and Hackston of
Rathillet were made prisoners. Both were taken to Edinburgh and
executed, the latter with circumstances of needless barbarity.

Though Claverhouse was reinstated in his commission, he does not appear
to have been actively employed during the year 1681, the second year of
the Duke of York's administration in Scotland, and the year also of the
Test and Succession Acts, which were destined to cost another Argyle his
head. Early in 1682 the Duke of York returned to England, to which fact
Wodrow attributes "a sort of respite of severities," notwithstanding
that Claverhouse was once more commissioned for his old work in the
West, and with even ampler authority than before. In addition to his
military powers, he was appointed Sheriff of Wigtownshire and
Deputy-Sheriff of Dumfriesshire and the Stewartries of Kirkcudbright and
Annandale; and he was also specially invested with a commission to hold
criminal courts in the first-named shire and to try delinquents by jury.
His letters to Queensberry[36] begin in February 1682, and from this
time onward his actions become easier to follow. These letters give a
very full and fair idea of his method of procedure, and in one of them
is a passage worth quoting as evidence how far that method as yet
deserved the hard epithets which have been so freely lavished on it. The
despatch is dated from Newton in Galloway, March 1st, 1682.

     "The proposal I wrote to your Lordship of, for securing the
     peace, I am sure will please in all things but one,--that it
     will be somewhat out of the King's pocket. The way that I
     see taken in other places is to put laws severely, against
     great and small, in execution; which is very just; but what
     effects does that produce, but more to exasperate and
     alienate the hearts of the whole body of the people; for it
     renders three desperate where it gains one; and your
     Lordship knows that in the greatest crimes it is thought
     wisest to pardon the multitude and punish the ringleaders,
     where the number of the guilty is great, as in this case of
     whole countries. Wherefore, I have taken another course
     here. I have called two or three parishes together at one
     Church, and, after intimating to them the power I have, I
     read them a libel narrating all the Acts of Parliament
     against the fanatics; whereby I made them sensible how much
     they were in the King's reverence, and assured them he was
     relenting nothing of his former severity against dissenters,
     nor care of maintaining the established government; as they
     might see by his doubling the fines in the late Act of
     Parliament; and in the end told them, that the King had no
     design to ruin any of his subjects he could reclaim, nor I
     to enrich myself by their crimes; and therefore any who
     would resolve to conform, and live regularly, might expect
     favour; excepting only resetters and ringleaders. Upon this,
     on Sunday last, there was about three hundred people at
     Kirkcudbright Church; some that for seven years before had
     never been there. So that I do expect that within a short
     time I could bring two parts of three to the Church. But
     when I have done,--that is all to no purpose. For we will be
     no sooner gone, but in comes their Ministers, and all repent
     and fall back to their old ways. So that it is vain to think
     of any settlement here, without a constant force placed in
     garrison. And this is the opinion of all the honest men
     here, and their desire. For there are some of them, do what
     they like, they cannot keep the preacher from their houses
     in their absence, so mad are some of their wives."

His remedy was to raise a hundred dragoons for a permanent garrison: the
Crown was to pay the soldiers, and the country would find maintenance
for the horses, he bearing his own part as "a Galloway laird," which he
was as trustee of Macdowall's estate. The command of this new force he
was willing to undertake without any additional pay.

It does not seem that this remedy was ever sanctioned; but at any rate
Claverhouse so managed matters that a month later he was able to report
to the Council that all was "in perfect peace."

     "All who were in the rebellion are either seized, gone out
     of the country, or treating their peace; and they have
     already so conformed, as to going to the Church, that it is
     beyond my expectation. In Dumfries not only almost all the
     men are come, but the women have given obedience; and
     Irongray, Welsh's own parish, have for the most part
     conformed; and so it is all over the country. So that, if I
     be suffered to stay any time here, I do expect to see this
     the best settled part of the Kingdom on this side the Tay.
     And if these dragoons were fixed which I wrote your Lordship
     about, I might promise for the continuance of it.... All
     this is done without having received a farthing money,
     either in Nithsdale, Annandale, or Kirkcudbright; or
     imprisoned anybody. But, in end, there will be need to make
     examples of the stubborn that will not comply. Nor will
     there be any danger in this after we have gained the great
     body of the people; to whom I am become acceptable enough;
     having passed all bygones, upon bonds of regular carriage
     hereafter."[37]

For these services Claverhouse was summoned to Edinburgh to receive the
thanks of the Council, to whom he presented an official report of his
proceedings which is no more than a summary of his letters to
Queensberry.[38]

It was not likely that a man so uniformly successful and of such high
spirit would be able to steer clear of all offence to men, who probably
felt towards him much as Elizabeth's old courtiers felt towards the
triumphant and masterful Raleigh. Nor, conscious of his own powers and
confident in the royal favour, is it probable that he was always at much
pains to avoid offence, for, though neither a quarrelsome nor a wilful
man, he had his own opinions, and was not shy of expressing them when he
saw fit to do so. With all his constitutional regard for authority and
his soldier's respect for discipline, Claverhouse would suffer himself
to be browbeaten by no one. In those jealous intriguing days a man who
could not fight for his own hand was bound to go down in the struggle.
Claverhouse was now to give a signal proof that he both could and would
fight for his when the need came.

The Dalrymples of Stair had been settled in Galloway for many
generations. Sir James, the head of the house, was one of the first
lawyers of the day, and had held the Chair of Philosophy in the
University of Glasgow: the son, Sir John (afterwards to earn an undying
name in history as prime mover in the Massacre of Glencoe), was
heritable Baillie in the regality of Glenluce. There had been bad blood
between them and Claverhouse for some time past. The father had not
profited sufficiently by his studies either in law or philosophy to
recognise the folly of a man in disgrace venturing to measure swords
with one of fortune's favourites. And Sir James at the time of his
quarrel with Claverhouse was in disgrace. At the close of 1681 he had
been dismissed from the office of President of the Court of Session for
refusing the Test Act; and for some while previously he had been coldly
regarded for his advocacy of gentler measures than suited Lauderdale and
his creatures. The Dalrymples were strict Presbyterians; and though the
men were too cautious to meddle openly with treasonable matters, their
womenfolk were notoriously in active sympathy with the rebels. All
through Claverhouse's letters of this time run allusions to some great
personage whom it might be wise to make an example of, and he himself
had taken an early opportunity of impressing on Sir James the necessity
of caution.[39] But the latter would not be warned. He set himself
against Claverhouse at every opportunity, both openly and in secret. He
wrote long querulous letters to Edinburgh, complaining of the latter's
disrespect. Finally, when he found it prudent to leave the country for a
while, his son carried the business to a height by bringing a formal
charge against Claverhouse of extortion and malversation. The latter saw
his opportunity, and at once carried the war into the enemy's country.
He preferred a specific bill of complaint against Sir John, in the
course of which it came out that he had been offered a bribe both by
father and son not to interfere with their hereditary jurisdictions;
and, notwithstanding the exertions of Sir George Lockhart and
Fountainhall, the most eminent counsel of the Scottish bar, utterly
defeated him on every point. The Court found that Sir John Dalrymple had
been guilty of employing rebels and of winking at treasonable practices:
of not exacting the proper fines by law ordained for such misdemeanours:
of stirring up the country-folk against the King's troops; and, finally,
of grossly misrepresenting Claverhouse to the Council. For these
offences he was sentenced to pay a fine of five hundred pounds and the
whole costs of the proceedings, and to be imprisoned in the Castle of
Edinburgh till the money should be paid. Claverhouse, on his side,
received not only a full and most complimentary acquittal from all his
adversary's charges, but also a signal proof of the royal favour in the
presentation to a regiment of cavalry raised especially for this
purpose. His commission was dated December 25th, 1682, and in the
following March he was sent into England with despatches from the
Council to the King and the Duke of York, who was still nominally
Commissioner for Scottish Affairs.[40]

Hitherto Claverhouse may be said to have stood conspicuous among the men
of his time for his persistent refusal to enrich himself at the public
cost. He had certainly had many opportunities, as had a still more
famous captain after him, of wondering at his own moderation, yet his
enemies had been unable to bring home to him a single instance of
malpractice. But we have now come to an episode in his life for which
an extremely virtuous or an extremely censorious moralist might, were he
so minded, find occasion to re-echo the popular epithet of rapacious.
Claverhouse was in no sense of the word an avaricious man; but, like all
sensible men, he had a strong belief in the truth of the maxim, the
labourer is worthy of his hire. He had laboured long and successfully;
and the time, he thought, had now come for his hire.

Lauderdale was dying, and from every side the vultures were flocking
fast to their prey. In those days politicians looked for promotion
mainly to the death or disgrace of their comrades, and the death of any
powerful statesman generally meant the disgrace of his family. All
parties were now busy in anticipation over the rich booty that was so
soon to come into the market. His brother and heir, Charles Maitland of
Hatton, was attacked before the breath was out of the old man's body.
Among the many lucrative posts he enjoyed, the most lucrative was that
of Governor (or General, as the style went) of the Scottish Mint. At the
instigation of Sir George Gordon of Haddo, who had become in quick
succession President of the Court of Session, Lord Chancellor, and Earl
of Aberdeen, a Commission was appointed to inquire into the state of the
coinage, with the result that Maitland (by this time Earl of Lauderdale,
for the dukedom began and ended with his brother) was declared to have
appropriated to his own use no less than seventy thousand pounds of the
revenue. In the general division of spoil which this verdict gave signal
for, Claverhouse saw no reason why he should go empty away. Eleven years
previously, when the old statesman was at the height of his evil power,
his brother had been appointed Constable of Dundee and presented with
the estate of Dudhope, lying conveniently near to Claverhouse's few
paternal acres. A bargain, which would have seemed in those days no
disgraceful thing to any human being, was accordingly struck between
Claverhouse and the various claimants for the dead man's shoes.
Queensberry, though but lately advanced to a marquisate, had set his
heart upon a dukedom: the Chancellor was in want of money to support his
new honours. And there were other petitioners for the good offices of
the ambassador to Whitehall: Huntly and the Earl Marischal and Sir
George Mackenzie had each marked his share of the general prize. To one
and all Claverhouse promised his services; and they on their part were
to advance by all means in their power his designs on the fat acres of
Dudhope. All this, no doubt, sounds very contemptible to us now, who
manage these matters so much more circumspectly; but it must be
remembered that Lauderdale, though his offence was probably greatly
exaggerated, and though a large part of the fine in which he had been
originally cast was in fact remitted, had certainly been guilty of gross
carelessness, if not of actual malversation; while Claverhouse on his
pact offered to pay, and did pay, whatever sum might be legally fixed as
due for his share of the booty.[41]

All these bargains were in time brought to a successful issue.
Claverhouse was in England from the beginning of March to the middle of
May. He was with the Court at Newmarket, Windsor, and London, always in
high favour, but at the former place finding the King more eager for his
company at the cockpit and race-course than in the council-chamber.[42]
Early in May he returned to Scotland, and shortly after his return he
took his seat at Edinburgh as a Privy Councillor. This was his present
reward: Dudhope and the Constabulary were to follow later, with
Queensberry's and Huntly's dukedoms and the other honours. But Dudhope
was not destined to drop into his lap. The Chancellor, whom he counted
as his particular friend, had played him false. Lauderdale's fine had
been reduced by Charles from seventy thousand pounds to twenty thousand,
sixteen thousand of which were granted to the Chancellor and four
thousand to Claverhouse. But should Lauderdale and his son agree to
assign to the Chancellor under an unburdened title the lands and
lordship of Dundee and Dudhope, then the whole sum was to be remitted,
Lauderdale binding himself to discharge the fines inflicted on his
subordinates. Power was also given to Claverhouse to redeem this
property from the Chancellor at twenty years' purchase; and it seems
also to have been privately agreed between them that the purchase-money
was not to be exacted, on condition of the former buying certain other
lands in the neighbourhood that the latter wished to dispose of. But the
crafty Chancellor saw an easier and quieter way to get hold of his
money. For the sum of eight thousand pounds he privately relinquished
all his rights to Lauderdale, thus leaving the latter free to deal with
Claverhouse on his own terms. This bit of sharp practice was effected in
August 1683; and it was not till the following March that the business
was finally settled, after a long and tedious wrangle before the Court,
in the course of which Claverhouse seemed to have found occasion to
speak his mind pretty sharply to the Chancellor. On the question of the
former's right to demand Dudhope on the terms of twenty years' purchase
Lauderdale had to give way; but on the other question of clearing the
title he was so difficult to deal with that the King himself had to
interfere; and not till a peremptory order had gone down from Whitehall,
cancelling the royal pardon till all the terms of the original agreement
had been satisfactorily settled, was the affair finally closed, the
title cleared, and Claverhouse established as master of the long-coveted
estate.

It was not till the autumn of 1684 that Claverhouse found himself master
of Dudhope and Constable of Dundee. Meanwhile one of the few domestic
events of his life that have come down to us had taken place. On June
10th he had been married to the Lady Jean Cochrane, granddaughter to the
old Earl of Dundonald.

This young lady was the daughter of William, Lord Cochrane, by
Catherine, daughter of the Presbyterian Earl of Cassilis and sister to
that Lady Margaret Kennedy whom Gilbert Burnet had married. Her father
had died before Claverhouse came on the scene, leaving seven children,
of whom Jean was the youngest. Her mother, whose notoriously Whiggish
sympathies had brought both her husband and father-in-law into
suspicion, was furiously opposed to the match; though worldly prudence
may have touched her heart as well as religious scruple, for
Claverhouse, though he had risen fast and was marked by all men as
destined to rise still higher, was hardly as yet perhaps a very eligible
husband for the pretty Lady Jean. But in truth it was a strange family
for him to seek a wife in, and many were the whispered gibes the news of
his courtship provoked at Edinburgh. Was this strong Samson, men asked,
to fall a prey at last to a Whiggish Delilah? Hamilton, whose own
loyalty was by no means unimpeachable, and who was no friend to
Claverhouse, affected to be much distressed by the Lady Susannah's
partiality for the young Lord Cochrane, and made great parade of his
disinclination to give his daughter to the son of such a mother without
the express consent of the King; and this Claverhouse chose to take as a
hit at him, who had not thought it necessary to ask any one's permission
to choose his own wife. Affairs were still further complicated by the
backslidings of Sir John Cochrane, Lady Jean's uncle, a notorious rebel
who was then in hiding for his complicity with Russell and Sidney, and
was even suspected of knowing something of that darker affair of the Rye
House. Claverhouse was furious at the gossip. "My Lord Duke Hamilton,"
he wrote to Queensberry,

     "has refused to treat of giving his daughter to my Lord
     Cochrane, till he should have the King and the Duke's leave.
     This, I understand, has been advised him, to load me.
     Wherefore I have written to the Duke, and told him that I
     would have done it sooner, had I not judged it presumption
     in me to trouble his Highness with my little concerns; and
     that I looked upon myself as a cleanser, that may cure
     others by coming amongst them, but cannot be infected by any
     plague of Presbytery; besides, that I saw nothing singular
     in my Lord Dundonald's case, save that he has but one rebel
     on his land for ten that the lords and lairds of the south
     and west have on theirs; and that he is willing to depone
     that he knew not of there being such. The Duke is juster
     than to charge my Lord Dundonald with Sir John's crimes. He
     is a madman, and let him perish; they deserve to be damned
     that own him. The Duke knows what it is to have sons and
     nephews that follow not advice. I have taken pains to know
     the state of the country's guilt as to reset; and if I make
     it not appear that my Lord Dundonald is one of the clearest
     of all that country, and can hardly be reached in law, I am
     content to pay his fine. I never pleaded for any, nor shall
     I hereafter. But I must say I think it hard that no regard
     is had to a man in so favourable circumstances--I mean
     considering others--upon my account, and that nobody offered
     to meddle with him till they heard I was likely to be
     concerned in him.... Whatever come of this, let not my
     enemies misrepresent me. They may abuse the Duke for a time,
     and hardly. But, or long, I will, in despite of them, let
     the world see that it is not in the power of love, nor any
     other folly, to alter my loyalty."

And again on the same day:

     "For my own part, I look upon myself as a cleanser. I may
     cure people guilty of that plague of Presbytery by
     conversing with them, but cannot be infected. And I see very
     little of that amongst those persons but may be easily
     rubbed off. And for the young lady herself, I shall answer
     for her. Had she not been right principled, she would never,
     in despite of her mother and relations, made choice of a
     persecutor, as they call me."[43]

The young lady seems to have been well-favoured, though it is not easy
to learn much from the female portraits of those days, which are all
very much of a piece. What else she may have been it is impossible to
say. She is a name in her husband's history and nothing more, and in the
few stormy years that were yet to run for him she could not well have
been much more. However, she seems to have been well pleased with her
handsome lover; and, in spite of her mother's opposition, the marriage
was pushed briskly forward. The contract was signed at Paisley on June
10th, and on the following day the marriage was celebrated at the same
place. Lady Catherine's is not among the signatures; but there is to be
seen the almost illegible scrawl of the old grandfather and of Euphrame
his wife, a daughter of Sir William Scott of Ardross. The bride's eldest
brother, whose own marriage with the Lady Susannah Hamilton was soon to
follow, and her cousin John, son of the outlaw of Ochiltree, were also
among the witnesses; and for the bridegroom, his brother-in-arms Lord
Ross[44] and Colin Mackenzie, brother of the Lord Advocate, Sir George
of Rosehaugh. The lady's jointure was fixed at five thousand merks Scots
(something over two hundred and seventy pounds of English money),
secured on certain property in Forfarshire and Perthshire; while she on
her side brought her husband what in those days was reckoned a very
comfortable fortune for a younger child.[45]

The marriage was made under an evil star. Hardly had the blessing been
spoken when word came down in haste from Glasgow that the Whigs were up.
Since the Sanquhar Declaration and the deaths of Cameron and Cargill,
the Covenanters had been comparatively quiet. The work of pacification
had indeed not slackened, but rather taken a fresh departure in the
appointment of a Court of High Commission, or Justiciary Circuit, which
in the summer of 1683 was held in the towns of Stirling, Glasgow, Ayr,
Dumfries, Jedburgh, and Edinburgh. Claverhouse was expressly ordered to
attend the justices in their progress as captain of the forces, except
at places where the Commander-in-Chief would naturally be present. But
though the discovery of the Rye House Plot had just then stirred the
kingdom to its centre, and given fresh energies both to the Government
and its enemies, only three men suffered during this circuit, of whom
two were convicted murderers. In each town members of the gentry as well
as of the common people flocked to take the Test; some to clear
themselves of suspicion, others only to air their loyalty, but all, in
the words of the report, cheerfully. Where time, moreover, was asked for
consideration, it was granted on good security. But from the end of
July, 1683, to the day of his marriage, Claverhouse seems to have been
occupied almost entirely with his duties as Councillor at Edinburgh, and
only to have left the capital for brief tours of inspection through the
western garrisons.

But with the day of his marriage came a change. On the previous Sunday
news had been brought to Glasgow of an unusually large and well-armed
conventicle to be held at Blacklock, a moor on the borders of
Lanarkshire and Stirlingshire. Dalziel (who was in church when the
message came, but who did not suffer his duty towards God to interfere
with his duty towards man) put the soldiers on the track at once; but
for the next eight-and-forty hours the country from Hamilton northwards
to the ford of Clyde was scoured in vain. The Covenanters marched fast,
and the country folk, many of them probably still fresh from the Test,
kept their secret well. Claverhouse was sent for in haste from Paisley.
He was in the saddle and away before the bridal party could recover from
their first shock of surprise. But even Claverhouse was foiled. His
lieutenant, however, had better luck. Colonel Buchan, as he was
returning to Paisley by way of Lismahago, came upon an ambuscade of two
hundred Covenanters, whose advanced post fired on and wounded one of the
soldiers.[46] "They followed the rogues," wrote Claverhouse to
Queensberry, "and advertised Colonel Buchan; but before he could come
up, our party had lost sight of them. Colonel Buchan is yet in pursuit
and I am just taking horse. I shall be revenged some time or other of
this unseasonable trouble these dogs give me. They might have let
Tuesday pass." This despatch was written from Paisley on the morning of
the 13th, while fresh horses were being saddled. By noon he was off
again, and for the next three days rode fast and far, leaving "no den,
no knowl, no moss, no hill unsearched." He could track his game from
Aird's Moss to within two miles of Cumnock town, and thence on towards
Cairntable. But there all traces of them had vanished.

     "We could never hear more of them. I sent on Friday night
     for my troop from Dumfries, and ordered them to march by the
     Sanquhar to the Muirkirk, to the Ploughlands, and so to
     Streven. I sent for Captain Strachan's troop from the
     Glenkens, and ordered him to march to the old castle of
     Cumloch, down to the Sorne, and through the country to
     Kilbryde, leaving Mauchline and Newmills on his left, and
     Loudon-hill on his right. By this means they scoured this
     country, and secured the passages that way. Colonel Buchan
     marched with the foot and the dragoons some miles on the
     right of my troop, and I, with the Guards and my Lord Ross
     and his troop, up by the [Shaire?]. We were at the head of
     Douglas. We were round and over Cairntable. We were at
     Greenock-head, Cummer-head, and through all the moors,
     mosses, hills, glens, woods; and spread in small parties,
     and ranged as if we had been at hunting, and down to
     Blackwood, but could learn nothing of those rogues. So the
     troops being extremely harassed with marching so much on
     grounds never trod on before, I have sent them with Colonel
     Buchan to rest at Dalmellington, till we see where these
     rogues will start up. We examined all on oath, and offered
     money, and threatened terribly, for intelligence, but we
     could learn no more."[47]

The "rogues" were to start up soon and with a vengeance. On a day in
July (the date is not specified) a party of troopers were escorting
sixteen prisoners to Dumfries. They were Claverhouse's men, but their
captain was not with them. At Enterkin Hill, a narrow pass with a deep
precipice on either side, a rescue was attempted by a considerable body
of men,--English Borderers, it was whispered. Some of the prisoners
escaped: others were killed in the scuffle or broke their necks over the
precipice: only two were brought into Edinburgh: a few of the soldiers
were also killed. This audacious affair spurred the Government on to new
energies. The garrisons were increased through all the western shires.
Claverhouse, with Buchan for his second in command, was put in charge of
all the forces in Ayrshire and Clydesdale, and a special civil
commission was added to their military powers.

At length, towards the end of August, there was a lull, and the master
of Dudhope was able at last to enjoy the society of his bride and the
pleasures of a country life. But of the latter he soon grew weary.
"Though I stay a few days here," he wrote to Queensberry on August 25th,
"I hope none will reproach me of eating the bread of idleness." That, at
least, is a reproach his worst enemies have never tried to fasten on
him. To be doing something was, indeed, a necessity of his existence;
and his duties as Constable soon furnished him with something to do. In
the Tolbooth of Dundee lay a number of poor wretches whom the hard laws
of the time had sentenced to death for various offences, the gravest of
which did not rise above theft. It was within the Constable's power to
order them at any moment for execution; and doubtless some of those who
have meddled with his life, had they been aware of this circumstance in
it, would have risked the conclusion that he did so. Yet, strange as it
may seem, he exerted himself to save the prisoners. And he exerted
himself so successfully that not only was the capital sentence reprieved
to such milder punishment as he might order, but the same license was
granted to him for dealing with all future criminals of the same
class.[48]

FOOTNOTES:

[35] "We have spoken to him about it," runs the royal Order, "and he
doth positively assert that while he was in Scotland he received not one
farthing upon that account" (Napier, ii. 238). The two Orders are dated
respectively February 3rd and 26th, 1681.

[36] The Marquis of Queensberry was then Lord Treasurer, and
practically, since Lauderdale's disgrace, first Minister of Scotland.

[37] Claverhouse to Queensberry, April 1st, 1682.

[38] A copy of this report was printed in the Aberdeen Papers (1851)
from the original in Claverhouse's own hand: Napier, ii. 276.

[39] "Here in the shire I find the lairds all following the example of a
late great man, and still a considerable heritor here among them; which
is, to live regularly themselves, but have their houses constant haunts
of rebels and intercommuned persons, and have their children baptized by
the same; and then lay all the blame on their wives; condemning them,
and swearing they cannot help what is done in their absence."
Claverhouse to Queensberry, March 5th, 1682.

[40] Napier, ii. 285-309.

[41] "I must beg your Lordship's assistance in that business of the
lands of Dudhope. My Lord Chancellor designs nothing but to sell it, and
buy lands in the north, seeing he is to get Stirling Castle to dwell in.
Wherefore I desire leave to ask the house of Dudhope, and the
Constabulary, and other jurisdictions of Dundee belonging to my Lord
Lauderdale; and I offer to buy forty chalders of victual from my Lord
Chancellor lying about it [meaning the land bearing so much, at a
valuation], though I should sell other lands to do it. I have no house,
and it lies within half-a-mile of my land; and all that business would
be extremely convenient for me, and signify not much to my Lord
Chancellor, especially seeing I am willing to buy the land. I would take
this for the greatest favour in the world, for I cannot have the
patience to build and plant." Claverhouse to Queensberry, March 20th,
1683.

[42] "It is hard to get any business done here. I walked but nine miles
this morning with the King, besides cock-fighting and courses."
Claverhouse to Queensberry, Newmarket, March 9th, 1683.

[43] Both these letters were written from Edinburgh, May 19th, 1684.

[44] William, twelfth Lord Ross, son of the one previously mentioned.

[45] Napier, ii. 385-393. The contract was first printed in the volume
of Claverhouse's letters edited by George Smythe for the Bannatyne Club
in 1826. That volume contains also portraits of the bride and
bridegroom, a drawing of which was made by Sharpe for Napier. The
portrait of the latter is the one known as the Leven portrait, now in
possession of Lady Elizabeth Cartwright. The portrait of Lady Jean is
from a picture then belonging to the editor. There is also an engraving
of a mourning ring belonging to the editor's grandmother, Catherine
Cochrane, wife of David Smythe of Methven, said to have been given to
her by her father, Lady Dundee's brother. The ring contains a lock of
Dundee's hair, on which the letters V.D. are worked in gold, with a
Viscount's coronet above. The motto is "Great Dundee for God and me. J.
Rex." One child was born of the marriage in April 1689, and he died
three months after his father fell at Killiecrankie. Lady Dundee married
secondly William Livingstone, afterwards Lord Kilsyth, of whom mention
will be made elsewhere. A son was born also of this marriage, but in the
autumn of 1695 both mother and child were killed by the fall of a house
in Holland. Lord Kilsyth was "out in the Fifteen," and died an outlaw at
Rome in 1733, after which the title became extinct. Napier (iii.,
Appendix 2) gives a curious account of the opening of Lady Dundee's
coffin more than a hundred years after her burial in the family vault at
Kilsyth Church.

[46] "So when we came to Streven (Strathavon), I left the command to
Colonel Buchan, and desired him to return the troops to their quarters;
but, in his march, to search the skirts of the hills and moors on the
Clydesdale side; which he did, and gave me an account that, going in by
the Greenock-head, he met a man that lives down on Clydeside, that was
up buying wool, who told him that on Lidburn, which is in the heart of
the hills on the Clydesdale side, he had seen a great number of rebels
in arms, and told how he had considered the commanders of them. One of
them, he said, was a lusty black man with one eye, and the other was a
good-like man, and wore a grey hat. The first had on a velvet cap. But
before he (Colonel Buchan) could come near the place, a party of foot,
that he had sent to march on his right, fell accidentally on them. Four
of our soldiers going before to discover, were fired on by seven that
started up out of a glen, and one of ours was wounded. They fired at the
rebels, who, seeing our party of foot making up, and the horse in sight,
took the alarm, and gained the hills, which was all moss." Claverhouse
to the Archbishop of Saint Andrews (Alexander Burnet), Paisley, June
16th, 1684.

[47] Claverhouse to the Archbishop, Paisley, June 16th, 1684.

[48] "Privy Council Register," Edinburgh, September 10th, 1684: Napier,
ii. 410.




CHAPTER VII.[49]


I propose now to examine, with more care than there has yet been
occasion for, those charges of wanton and illegal cruelty which have for
close upon two centuries formed the basis of the popular--I had almost
written the historical--conception of the character of Claverhouse. I
have used the words "illegal cruelty" because Claverhouse is not only
commonly believed to have far surpassed all his contemporaries in his
treatment of the Scottish Covenanters, but to have even gone beyond the
sanction of a law little disposed to be illiberal in such matters. Some
reason has, I trust, been already shown for at least reconsidering the
popular verdict. But as we are now approaching that period of his life
when, for a time all too short for his own reputation, Claverhouse at
last found free play for those eminent abilities which none have denied
him, it will be well, before passing into this larger field, to be
finally rid of a most tiresome and distasteful duty. The controversial
element is, I fear, inseparable from this part of the subject, but I
shall endeavour to do with as little of it as possible.

Although the significant title of "the Killing Time" seems to have been
occasionally used in Scotland during the subsequent century to cover the
whole period from Lauderdale's administration to the Revolution, yet the
phrase was originally and more properly applied to the years of James's
reign alone. The most notorious of the acts attributed to Claverhouse
were, as a fact, committed within that time; but it will be more
convenient not to adhere too rigidly to chronological sequence, and to
take the charges rather in order of their notoriety and of the
importance of those who have assumed them to be true. Following this
order, the two first on the list will naturally be the death, by
Claverhouse's own hand, of John Brown, and the deaths, by drowning on
the sands of Solway Firth, of the two women, Margaret Maclachlan and
Margaret Wilson--popularly known as the Wigtown Martyrs.

An attempt has been made to prove that this last affair is a pure
romance of Covenanting tradition. It has never been disputed that the
women were tried for high treason (that is to say, for refusing to
abjure the Covenant and to attend Episcopal worship) and condemned to
death; but it has been denied that the sentence was ever carried into
effect, on the strength of a reprieve granted by the Council at
Edinburgh before the day of execution. That a reprieve, or rather a
remand, was granted is certain, as the pages of the Council register
remain to this day to testify. But it is not so certain that the
decision of the Council at Edinburgh ever reached the magistrates at
Wigtown; and that, if it did reach them, they at least paid no attention
to it, remained for upwards of a century and a half the fixed opinion
of all writers and readers of history. The women were sentenced on April
18th, 1685: the remand is dated April 30th, but the period for which it
was to run has been left blank, pending the result of a recommendation
for full pardon with which it was accompanied: the sentence was executed
on May 11th--in Wodrow's words, "a black and very remarkable day for
blood in several places."

It will be sufficient to indicate where the arguments employed to
discredit this affair may be found.[50] They do not practically amount
to more than this--that as a reprieve was certainly granted in the
Council Chamber at Edinburgh, the execution could not possibly have
taken place on the sands of the Solway. The case is indeed one which
those who will accept nothing that cannot be proved with mathematical
certainty will always find reasons for doubting; but at least they must
have read the history of those times to little purpose if they can
accept such an argument as conclusive. For the rest, it will be enough
to say that the story first found its way into print in 1687, and that
it was more circumstantially repeated in 1711, when the records of the
Kirk Session of the parish of Penninghame were published by direction of
the General Assembly. At that time Thomas Wilson, a brother of the
younger sufferer, was still alive, with many others to whom the
Killing-Time was something very much more than a tradition. In 1714
(possibly to a later date, but certainly in that year) a stone in
Penninghame churchyard still marked the grave of Margaret Wilson, and
told the story of her death.[51] The ruins of the church may still be
seen, but the stone has long ago gone to join the dust that was once the
bones of Margaret; and an obelisk, raised within our own times on the
high ground outside the busy little seaport, now serves in statelier, if
less vital, fashion to recall to the traveller the memory of the Martyrs
of Wigtown. It is difficult to believe that a story so well and widely
recorded, and so firmly implanted in the hearts of so many generations
of men, can have absolutely no foundation in fact.[52] It is indeed
possible that time has embellished the bald brutality of the deed,
though the graphic narrative of Macaulay is practically that which
Wodrow took from the records of Penninghame. But that the two women
were drowned in the waters of the Blednock on May 11th, 1685, is surely
a fact as well authenticated as any in the martyrology of the Scottish
Covenant.

There is, as I have said, an excellent reason for not dragging my
readers through the obscure and barren mazes of this controversy; and
like all good reasons it is a very simple one. Claverhouse was present
neither at the trial nor the execution. He had, indeed, no more to do
with the deaths of these two women than Cameron, who had been five years
in his grave, or Wodrow, who was but five years old. It is true that one
of his family was present, but this was his brother, David Graham,
Deputy Sheriff of Galloway, and but lately made one of the Lords
Justices of Wigtownshire. Macaulay does not directly name Claverhouse as
concerned in this affair; but it is one out of five selected by the
historian as samples of the crimes by which "he, and men like him,
goaded the Western peasantry into madness"--a consummation which, it may
be observed in passing, had been effected twelve years before
Claverhouse had drawn sword in Scotland. It is not certain that Macaulay
believed the Graham who sat in judgment on these women to have been John
Graham of Claverhouse. But it is certain that the effect of his
narrative has been, in the minds of most English-speaking men, to add
this also to the long list of mythical crimes which have blackened the
memory of the hero of Killiecrankie.[53]

But over the other affair there rests no shadow of doubt. That
Claverhouse, and he alone, is responsible for the death of John Brown
stands on the very best authority, for it stands on his own. It is not,
indeed, certain that he shot the man with his own hand. This is Wodrow's
story, and as usual he gives no authority for it. "With some
difficulty," he writes,

     "he was allowed to pray, which he did with the greatest
     liberty and melting, and withal in such suitable and
     scriptural expressions, and in a peculiar judicious style,
     he having great measures of the gift as well as the grace of
     prayer, that the soldiers were affected and astonished; yea,
     which is yet more singular, such convictions were left in
     their bosoms that, as my informations bear, not one of them
     would shoot him or obey Claverhouse's commands, so that he
     was forced to turn executioner himself, and in a fret shot
     him with his own hand, before his own door, his wife with a
     young infant standing by, and she very near the time of her
     delivery of another child. When tears and entreaties could
     not prevail, and Claverhouse had shot him dead, I am
     credibly informed the widow said to him, 'Well, sir, you
     must give an account of what you have done.' Claverhouse
     answered, 'To men I can be answerable, and as for God, I'll
     take him into my own hand.' I am well informed that
     Claverhouse himself frequently acknowledged afterwards that
     John Brown's prayer left such impressions upon his spirit
     that he could never get altogether worn off, when he gave
     himself liberty to think of it."[54]

Patrick Walker, the pedlar, writing a very few years after Wodrow (whom
he notices only to abuse for his inaccuracy and backsliding), and
professing to have got his version from the wife, tells a different
tale. "Claverhouse," he says, "ordered six soldiers to shoot him. The
most part of the bullets came upon his head, which scattered his brains
upon the ground." Of any refusal, or even disinclination, on the part of
the soldiers to obey their orders there is not a word. Then we have
Claverhouse's own report to Queensberry, written two days later from
Galston, a village between Kilmarnock and Ayr.

     "On Friday last, amongst the hills betwixt Douglas and the
     Ploughlands, we pursued two fellows a great way through the
     mosses, and in end seized them. They had no arms about them,
     and denied they had any. But being asked if they would take
     the abjuration, the eldest of the two, called John Brown,
     refused it; nor would he swear not to rise in arms against
     the King, but said he knew no king. Upon which, and there
     being found bullets and match in his house, and treasonable
     papers, I caused shoot him dead; which he suffered very
     unconcernedly. The other, a young fellow and his nephew,
     called John Brownen, offered to take the oath, but would not
     swear that he had not been at Newmills in arms, at rescuing
     of the prisoners. So I did not know what to do with him. I
     was convinced that he was guilty, but saw not how to proceed
     against him. Wherefore, after he had said his prayers, and
     carabines presented to shoot him, I offered to him that, if
     he would make an ingenuous confession, and make a discovery
     that might be of any importance for the King's service, I
     should delay putting him to death, and plead for him. Upon
     which he confessed that he was at that attack of Newmills,
     and that he had come straight to this house of his uncle's
     on Sunday morning. In the time he was making this confession
     the soldiers found out a house in the hill, under ground,
     that could hold a dozen of men, and there were swords and
     pistols in it; and this fellow declared that they belonged
     to his uncle, and that he had lurked in that place ever
     since Bothwell, where he was in arms.... He also gives
     account of those who gave any assistance to his uncle; and
     we have seized thereupon the goodman of the uppermost
     Ploughlands, and another tenant about a mile below that is
     fled upon it.... I have acquitted myself when I have told
     your Grace the case. He has been but a month or two with his
     halbert; and if your Grace thinks he deserves no mercy,
     justice will pass on him; for I, having no commission of
     justiciary myself, have delivered him up to the
     Lieutenant-General, to be disposed of as he pleases."[55]

It is singular that neither Wodrow nor Walker makes any mention of this
nephew, whose presence on that day, taken in connection with his share
in the affair at Newmills,[56] puts the uncle in rather a different
light. There happen also to be one or two affairs known about this John
Brown which are worth noting. For instance, his name is found on a list
of proscribed rebels and resetters of rebels, appended to a royal
proclamation of May 5th, 1684, which will naturally account for his
"having been a long time upon his hiding in the hills," as Wodrow
ingenuously confesses. In other words, this Brown was an outlaw and a
marked man. He was by profession a carrier--"the Christian carrier," his
friends called him, for the fervour and eloquence of his preaching,
which was remarkable even in a neighbourhood where the gift of tongues
was not uncommon. A carrier is an extremely useful channel of
communication; and, in fact, there can be really no doubt that Brown had
been for some time engaged in practices which the most iniquitous
Government in the world could hardly be blamed for thinking
inconvenient. It has been suggested that Claverhouse was at that time
especially on the watch to intercept all communication between Argyle
and Monmouth, and that Brown was employed in carrying intelligence
between the rebel camps. Macaulay refuses this suggestion. He points out
with perfect truth that both Argyle and Monmouth were at that time in
Holland. But when he goes on to say that there was no insurrection in
any part of our island, he goes rather too far. The western shires of
Scotland had been in a state of insurrection ever since the Pentland
rising, if there be any meaning in the word at all. And, though it is
true that on May 1st (the day of Brown's death) Argyle was in Holland,
it is no less true that on the second he had left Holland for Scotland;
that since April 21st the Privy Council had been well informed of his
designs; that measures had been taken for putting the whole kingdom in a
state of defence against him; and that arrests had been already made on
account of treasonable correspondence with him.[57] But the question is
not one of probabilities, and moreover against these probabilities it
may be very fairly urged that Claverhouse's own despatch proves that the
nephew's confession and the discovery of the underground armoury were
not made till after the uncle's death. Nor is there any word in this
despatch to show that Claverhouse had any previous knowledge of Brown or
was acting on particular information. The real question, and the only
question, is, was Claverhouse legally--not morally, that belongs to
another part of the case--was he legally justified in ordering the man
to be shot? To this there can be but one answer, so long as the phrase
"legal justification" bears the meaning it has hitherto borne for those
who use the English tongue: both by the spirit and the letter of his
commission he was justified in what he did. By the law of the Government
whose servant Claverhouse then was, the death of John Brown on that
Ayrshire moor was as lawful an act as the death on the scaffold of any
prisoner to-day found guilty by a jury of his countrymen. In October,
1684, the Covenanters had published a declaration, drawn up by Renwick,
of their intention to do unto all their enemies whom they could lay
hands on, civil no less than military, as their enemies had done and
should do unto them; and the deliberate murder of two troopers of the
Life Guards in the following month had shown (what, to be sure, can have
needed very little proof) that this was no idle threat.[58] An Act,
therefore, was hastily passed to the effect that, "Any person who owns
or will not disown the late treasonable declaration on oath, whether
they have arms or not, be immediately put to death, this being always
done in the presence of two witnesses, and the person or persons having
commission to that effect." With the severity, the folly, or the
injustice of such a law we are not for the moment concerned. The fact
remains that such was the law; and Claverhouse transgressed no jot of
it in ordering John Brown to death. It was no question of form of
religion: it was no question of previous misconduct. The man would not
take the oath; and he was accordingly shot in the presence of the
requisite number of witnesses by the order of a competent authority.

On the truth of the details given both by Wodrow and Walker it is
impossible to form any conclusion. Wodrow gives no authority for his
version. "I am well informed," he says, "I am credibly informed," and so
on; but the sources of his information he nowhere gives. Walker is more
communicative; he, as we have seen, professed to have learned his story
from Brown's wife; but no statement of Walker's can be accepted for
absolute truth, and his uncertainty about even the names of his
witnesses does not add the stamp of conviction to their testimony.[59]
Beyond the bare fact that the man was shot in the presence of
Claverhouse nothing is certain. On the rest of the story each must make
up his mind as seems best to him.

With the death of Peter Gillies and John Bryce Claverhouse is not
directly charged by Wodrow. Walker, however, quotes an epitaph said to
have been inscribed on the grave of these men, who, with three others,
were hanged, without trial, at Mauchline by

    "Bloody Dumbarton, Douglas, and Dundee,
    Moved by the devil and the Laird of Lee."

These lines must have been composed some years after the event, inasmuch
as the men were hanged on May 6th, 1685, and the patent of Claverhouse's
peerage bears the date November 12th, 1688. This proves, what indeed few
people can have doubted, that the damning testimony of "The Cloud of
Witnesses" wants at least the weight of contemporary evidence. An
authority, however, for this particular epitaph can be traced back to
1690, when Alexander Shields published his martyrology.[60] "The said
Claverhouse," he wrote, "together with the Earl of Dumbarton and
Lieut.-General Douglas, caused Peter Gillies, John Bryce, Thomas Young
(who was taken by the Laird of Lee), William Fiddisone, and John
Buiening to be put to death upon a gibbet, without legal trial or
sentence, suffering them neither to have a Bible nor to pray before they
died."[61] Defoe has evidently followed Shields;[62] but Walker, though
he quotes the aforesaid epitaph, does not himself implicate
Claverhouse.

Wodrow does not appear to have heard any of these stories. He names only
Gillies and Bryce, quoting from the indictment, which does not specify
the other sufferers, to show that the men were tried before General
Drummond and a tribunal of fifteen soldiers on May 5th, and hanged on
the following day. We have already seen that a few days previously
Claverhouse had sent a prisoner for trial to this same General Drummond,
because he had himself at that time no commission to try prisoners.
Unless, therefore, we are ready to suppose that officers were in the
habit of sitting on a jury with their own troopers, or to believe that
within three days a change had taken place in Claverhouse's position of
which there is no record either in his own letters or in any other
existing document, we must accept Wodrow's narrative as the true one,
and exonerate Claverhouse from all responsibility for the deaths of
Gillies and his unfortunate fellow-sufferers.

Two cases yet remain of the five cited by Macaulay. With one of
these--the case of the three men shot near Glasgow for refusing to pray
for the King--no writer has ever pretended to implicate Claverhouse
personally; but with the other he is directly concerned. Andrew Hislop
was the son of a poor widow in whose house a proscribed Covenanter had
lately died. This was discovered by one Johnstone of Westerhall, an
apostate Presbyterian, and, like most of his class, particularly bitter
against his former associates. He turned the woman with her younger
children into the fields, pulled down her house, and dragged the eldest
son before Claverhouse, then marching through that part of the country.
So Macaulay tells the story, following for once the "Cloud of Witnesses"
rather than Wodrow. According to the latter, Claverhouse found Hislop
wandering about the fields, and carried him before Westerhall, "without
any design, as appeared, to murder him." Westerhall voted for instant
death, while Claverhouse pleaded for the lad, and only yielded at last
on the other's insistence, saying: "The blood of this poor man be upon
you, Westerhall. I am free of it." He thereupon ordered the captain of a
Highland company, then brigaded with his own men, to provide a
firing-party; but the Highlanders angrily refused, and the troopers had
to do the work. Both versions, it will be seen, agree in representing
Claverhouse as inclined to mercy but overborne by Westerhall. The
question remains, how was it that the former, a masterful man and not
easy to be silenced when he was in the right, could not save this poor
lad if he had a mind to do so?

The answer is in truth not easy to find. The explanation that Westerhall
was at that particular time superior in authority to Claverhouse will
hardly serve. It is true that the latter had just then no civil
jurisdiction at all, either to condemn or pardon--no commission of
justiciary, as he wrote to Queensberry. He had been since the close of
the previous year in disgrace at headquarters, in consequence of a
quarrel between him and the Treasurer, arising out of some action of
Colonel James Douglas, the latter's brother, of which Claverhouse seems
to have expressed his disapproval rather too warmly. His name had
accordingly been removed from the list of Privy Councillors soon after
James's accession, and himself deprived of all his civil powers. His
punishment did not indeed last long, nor was it allowed to affect his
military rights. An order for his restoration to the Council had been
signed on the very day of Hislop's death (though he did not take his
seat again till July), but his civil powers had not been renewed.
Westerhall was one of those who had in the previous year been empowered
by royal commission to try prisoners, and his commission was still
running when Claverhouse was disgraced. But on April 20th General
Drummond was appointed to the supreme authority in all the southern and
western shires, and his appointment was expressly declared to cancel all
other civil commissions previously granted. Unless, therefore, some
particular reservation had been made in Westerhall's favour, of which
there is no existing record, he had no more jurisdiction than
Claverhouse, and both were equally guilty of breaking the law. It was,
indeed, still open to Claverhouse to act as he had acted with John
Brown--to put the abjuration oath, and, on its being refused, to order
the recusant to instant execution. There is no mention by any of the
Covenanting writers that this oath was offered to Hislop. But unless it
was, it is difficult to see how either Westerhall or Claverhouse could
have been empowered to kill him. Nor is it likely that the latter,
knowing well how many sharp eyes were on the look-out in Edinburgh to
catch him tripping, would have ventured on so flagrant a breach of the
law. It must also be remembered that neither Wodrow nor Walker, nor any
writer on that side, has charged Claverhouse with exceeding the law.
They cry out against the cruelty of the deed, but on its unlawfulness
they are silent. We must suppose, therefore, that Hislop's case was the
case of John Brown: he had refused the oath, and was therefore liable to
death. But we cannot suppose that if Claverhouse had stood firm he could
not have saved the lad's life. It is absurd to believe that at the head
of his own soldiers, with another captain of the same way of thinking by
him, such a man as Claverhouse was not strong enough to carry his own
will against one who had not even the powers of an ordinary justice of
the peace. We must, therefore, conclude that he was unwilling at that
time to run the risk of further disgrace by any charge of unreasonable
leniency to rebels. Like Pilate, he was willing to let the prisoner go;
but, like Pilate again, he preferred his own convenience, and the
prisoner was put to death.

On Defoe's list of victims murdered, as he calls it, by Claverhouse's
own hand is the name of Graham of Galloway. The young man, he says,
being pursued by the dragoons, had taken refuge in his mother's house;
but being driven out thence was overtaken by Claverhouse and shot dead
with a pistol, though he offered to surrender and begged hard for his
life. Shield so words his version of the story as to make it doubtful
whether the shot was fired by Claverhouse himself. In the "Cloud of
Witnesses" it is not even made certain that Claverhouse was present. At
the close of the year in which this alleged murder was committed Sir
John Dalrymple brought his action against Claverhouse. It is not likely
that so shrewd a lawyer would have overlooked such a chance as this, a
case of murder committed in his own country; for murder it would
certainly have been, were Defoe's story true. In 1682 military
executions had not been sanctioned by law; and for a soldier to shoot a
man offering to surrender would have been as clear a case of murder as
was the butchery on Magus Moor. Yet throughout Dalrymple's indictment is
no hint of any such offence. Claverhouse is accused of oppression by
excessive fines and illegal quartering of troops, of malversation, and
so forth; but of taking man's life unlawfully there is no single word.

Another of Defoe's victims is Matthew Mekellwrath. Claverhouse, he says,
riding through Camonel in Carrick, saw a man run across the street in
front of the soldiers, as though to get out of their way, and instantly
ordered him to be shot, without any examination. In the "Cloud of
Witnesses" an epitaph is quoted to show that the man was shot for
refusing the abjuration oath.

Next we find four men dragged out of a house at Auchencloy, on Dee-side,
where they had met for prayer, and shot before the door, without any
examination. Defoe gives the names of the four as John Grier, Robert
Fergusson, Archibald Stuart, and Robert Stuart. Shields substitutes for
Archibald Stuart the name of James Macmichael. In "The Cloud of
Witnesses" only Grier, Robert Stuart, and Fergusson are named. In
Wodrow's pages the four men become eight: of these four, as given by
Shields (Macmichael, however, being spelt Macmichan), were shot at once:
two more, Smith and Hunter, were carried to Kirkcudbright and hanged
after a form of trial: two, unnamed, got safe away. "It may be," adds
Wodrow, "the rescue of some prisoners at Kirkcudbright by some of the
wanderers, a little before this, was the pretext for all this cruelty."

It may indeed have been so, and something more than a rescue of
prisoners may have helped. The affair on Dee-side took place December
18th, 1684. On the 11th of the same month (just after Renwick's
proclamation of war) a party of men, headed by James Macmichael,
murdered Peter Peirson, minister of Carsphairn, at his own door. Wodrow
cannot shirk this fact: he finds it detestable, and generally denounced
and disowned by the more respectable of the Covenanters; but he also
manages to find as many excuses for it as he conveniently can in the
provocation given by the victim. Peirson, he says, was "a surly,
ill-natured man, and horridly severe." He was of great service to Lagg
in ferreting out rebels, used to sit in court with him to advise him of
the prisoners' characters, and generally make himself obnoxious to the
Covenanters. He was also accused of leaning to popery, and is said on
one occasion to have openly defended the doctrine of purgatory; on
another he maintained <DW7>s to be much better subjects than
Presbyterians--as, indeed, from the Government's point of view they
certainly were. How far Peirson deserved this character we cannot surely
tell. The fact of his being hated by the Covenanters is not necessarily
to his discredit; but we may assume that he was not conciliatory in his
speech, that he meddled more in civil matters than became his cloth,
and, in short, was probably made much after the same pattern as some of
the chosen vessels of the Covenanting tabernacle. He lived alone in his
manse, without even a servant, but took care always to have his firearms
handy. The accounts of the murder vary a little in detail. One says that
he was killed in a scuffle arising out of his furious and unprovoked
treatment of a deputation which waited on him at midnight, to request
him to come outside and speak with some friends who meant him no harm--a
request which in the circumstances he can hardly be blamed for having
received with some degree of suspicion. But the most authentic version
represents him as shot dead the instant he opened his door. Macmichael
fired the shot, and the man who called Peirson out was Robert Mitchell,
nephew to James Mitchell, who was hanged five years previously for an
attempt on Sharp's life.[63]

A week later, on December 18th, a party of Covenanters more than one
hundred strong burst into Kirkcudbright ("the most irregular place in
the kingdom," Claverhouse used to call it), killed the sentry who
challenged them, broke open the gaol, set all the prisoners free, and
then marched victoriously off, beating the town drum, with such of their
rescues as would go with them, and all the arms they could lay hands on.

It is clear, then, from a comparison of the dates and names, that the
men killed at Auchencloy were no innocent folk met together for prayer,
but certainly included Peirson's murderer, and probably some of those
concerned in the rescue at Kirkcudbright, as the place where they were
surprised was but a few miles from that town. Moreover, it appears from
another account that, so far from these men having been shot
unresistingly, they were part of a larger force which had only been
dispersed after a sharp skirmish.[64]

One more instance, and this part of my business will be done. Defoe
names Robert Auchinleck as shot by Claverhouse without examination for
not answering his challenge, the man, as was subsequently discovered,
being too deaf to hear what was said to him. There is no mention
elsewhere of Robert Auchinleck; but Shields includes in his list a man
called Auchinleck, of Christian name unknown, who was killed in similar
circumstances; and Wodrow gives a different version of the death of one
William Auchinleck, both assigning the act to one Captain Douglas, who
was marching from Kirkcudbright with a company of foot.[65]

These instances have been chosen as the most notorious and the most
circumstantially recorded of the indictments made against Claverhouse.
Of the traditions that gathered in the following century about his name
I have taken no notice, nor of the vague charges brought by writers of
still later date on no better authority than those traditions.[66] It
was inevitable that as time wore on these floating legends would be
gathered to one common head, and that the most important figure would be
selected to bear the sins of all. It is of course possible that many and
more damning instances might be added to the foregoing list, of which
the record has now perished. But the most that can be done is to take
what the counsel for the prosecution have brought forward, and to
examine it as strictly as can now be possible.

It must always be difficult to reconsider with absolute impartiality any
verdict that has been generally accepted for close upon two hundred
years. On the one hand, there is a not unnatural disinclination for the
trouble necessary to re-open a case already heard and judged: on the
other, is a most natural inclination to take every fresh fact
discovered, or every old blunder detected, as of paramount importance.
The explorer in strange lands is too apt to take every mole-hill for a
mountain. And when the verdict is one that has been endorsed by
Macaulay, he must be a bold man indeed who thinks to upset it.
Nevertheless, something has, I hope, been done to bear out my belief
that Claverhouse has been too harshly judged. No attempt has been made
to gloss over or conceal any crime that can be brought fairly home to
him. The case of Andrew Hislop (a far blacker case than the more
notorious one of John Brown) has been left as it stands, so far as the
imperfect evidence enables us now to judge it. If that one case be held
enough to substantiate the general verdict, if nothing can be set
against it, there is no more to be said--save that, if this be justice,
many a better man than Claverhouse must go to the wall.

One thing, at least, should be clear. He was no capricious and
unlicensed oppressor of a God-fearing and inoffensive peasantry, but a
soldier waging war against a turbulent population carrying arms and
willing to use them. I have nowhere tried to soften the bitter tale of
folly, misrule, and cruelty which drove those unhappy men into
rebellion, nor to heighten by a single touch their responsibility for
their own misfortunes. I have not tried to find excuses for the men
whose orders Claverhouse obeyed, nor arguments to show that in the
circumstances such orders were inevitable. But I have tried to show that
in no single instance, of which the record is complete, did he go
beyond the letter of his commission, and that in more than one instance
he construed its spirit with a mildness for which he has never yet been
given credit.

But nothing will avail to save him in the eyes of those who maintain
that the law of human morality is fixed and immutable, and that men of
every age and every country can only be judged, and must be judged, by
the eternal laws of right and wrong. They, of course, will not allow the
excuse that he was a soldier obeying the orders of his superior
officers, even should they be disposed to admit that he did no more than
that. The orders, they will say, were cruel and unjust: he should have
refused to obey them. But is this unswerving standard possible as a
gauge of human actions? Who then shall be safe? There are offences
which, in Coleridge's happy phrase, are offences against the good
manners of human nature itself. The man who committed such offences in
the reign of Chedorlaomer was no doubt as guilty as the man who should
commit them in the reign of Victoria. But are the offences which can be
fairly laid to Claverhouse's account of such a kind? His most able and
his bitterest accuser pronounces him to have been "rapacious and
profane, of violent temper and obdurate heart." Yet every attempt of his
enemies to convict him of extortion or malversation broke signally down.
The decorum of his life and conversation was allowed even by the
Covenanters; and it is recorded as a notable thing that, however
disturbed or thwarted, he was never known to use profane language. The
imperturbable calm of his temper is said by one of their own party to
have at once exasperated and terrified those who were brought before
him far more than the brutal fury of men like Dalziel and Lag.[67] His
heart was indeed hard to those whom he regarded as plotters and
murderers, traitors to their King and enemies of the true religion. He
was indeed in his own way as much a fanatic as the men whom he was
empowered to crush. His devotion to the Crown and to the Protestant
faith was a passion as deep and sincere as that which moved the simple
peasants of the West to find the gospel of Christ in the horrible
compound of blasphemy and treason which too often made up the eloquence
of the Conventicles. But his hardness, if not tempered with mercy, was
at least guided by more justice than was common among his colleagues. He
both advocated and practised the policy of distinguishing between the
multitude and their ringleaders. The just punishment of one of the
latter might save, he said, many of the former;[68] and his entreaty for
the prisoners whom he found under sentence of death at Dundee proves
that his actions were dictated by no vulgar thirst for blood. When
judged by the general manners of the age, the circumstances of the time
and his position, I do not believe him to have been cruel by nature or
careless of human life. The standard of military morals in vogue two
hundred years ago cannot be weighed by that in vogue to-day. The
humanity of one generation is not the humanity of the next. Wellington
was certainly not a cruel man, and he certainly was a most strict
disciplinarian. Yet it is well known that many things were done during
the Peninsular campaign which no general now would dare to pass
unpunished, which no soldier now would even dare to do; and it is quite
possible that eighty years hence our descendants will read with horror
of the deeds done by their grandsires among the rocky passes of
Afghanistan or on the burning sands of Egypt. I do not claim for
Claverhouse that he was gentle, merciful, or humane beyond his time,
though I believe him to have had as large a share of those qualities as
any of his contemporaries would have displayed in similar circumstances.
But I do claim for him that his faults were the faults not of the man
but of his age; and I maintain that his age cannot in such matters be
tried by the standard of this.

FOOTNOTES:

[49] I have been much indebted in this chapter to an anonymous pamphlet
entitled "A Note to the Pictorial History of Scotland, on Claverhouse,"
apparently printed at Maidstone; but when, or on whose authority, I have
been unable to discover. It was sent to me by an equally nameless
benefactor.

[50] Napier, iii. Appendix 3, and his "Case for the Crown": Blackwood's
Magazine, December 1863. On the other side see Barton, vii. 255:
Macmillan's Magazine, December 1862; and a pamphlet by the Rev.
Archibald Stewart, "History Vindicated in the case of the Wigtown
Martyrs," 2nd ed. 1869.

[51] According to "The Cloud of Witnesses," first published in 1714, the
epitaph ran as follows:

    "Murdered for owning Christ supreme
    Head of his Church, and no more crime
    But her not owning Prelacy,
    And not abjuring Presbytery.
    Within the sea, tied to a stake,
    She suffered for Christ Jesus' sake."

The stone on which these lines were inscribed covered, according to the
same authority, "the body of Margaret Wilson, who was drowned in the
water of the Blednock upon the 11th of May, 1684 [5], by the Laird of
Lagg."

[52] In Colonel Fergusson's most entertaining chapter of family history,
"The Laird of Lagg," he mentions an old lady, still alive in 1834, who
remembered her grandfather's account of the execution, which he declared
he had himself witnessed: "There were cluds o' folk on the sands that
day in clusters here and there, praying for the women as they were put
down."

[53] Charles Kingsley, for example, wrote in "Alton Locke" of "the
Scottish Saint Margaret whom Claverhouse and his men bound to a stake."

[54] Wodrow, iv. 244.

[55] Claverhouse to Queensberry, May 3rd, 1685. Napier, i. 141; and iii.
457.

[56] "John Inglis, captain of a troop of dragoons, lying in garrison at
Newmills, in the West, a house belonging to the Earl of Loudon, having
taken some of these fanatics prisoners, and though he had power to
execute them, yet keeping them alive, some of their desperate comrades
breaks in upon the garrison and rescues them, to their great shame; for
which Inglis was degraded, and his place was given to Mr. George
Winrahame, a bigot <DW7>." Fountainhall, quoted by Napier, iii. 457.
This Winrahame may be the Winram who had to do with the Wigtown Martyrs.
According to "The Cloud of Witnesses,"

    "The actors of this cruel crime
    Was Lagg, Strachan, Winram, and Grahame."

A letter more or less in a name was of no account in the cacography of
those times.

[57] "The new reign was not to remain long undisturbed; before the end
of April there was the apprehension of a great civil war, and in May the
news came that it had begun both in England and Scotland." These are
Burton's words (vii. 258), and no one can accuse Burton of undue
partiality to James or his government. See also Aytoun's Appendix to his
"Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers," which, however, was written before the
publication of Napier's book had proved Claverhouse's responsibility for
the death of John Brown.

[58] Wodrow, iv. 148-9. He prints the declaration in full from a copy in
Renwick's own handwriting. The following extracts will give some idea of
it: "We have disowned the authority of Charles Stuart (not authority as
God's institution, either among Christians or heathens) and all
authority depending upon him, for reasons given elsewhere (disclaiming
all such things as infer a magistratical relation betwixt him and us);
and also we have declared war against him, and his accomplices such as
lay out themselves to promote his wicked and hellish designs.... We do
hereby declare unto all that whosoever stretcheth forth their hands
against us ... by shedding our blood actually, either by authoritative
commanding, such as bloody counsellors ... especially that so-called
justiciary, generals of forces, adjutants, captains, lieutenants, and
all in civil and military power, who make it their work to embrue their
hands in our blood, or by obeying such commands, such as bloody militia
men, malicious troopers, soldiers, and dragoons; likewise such gentlemen
and commons who, through wickedness and ill-will, ride and run with the
foresaid persons ... we say all and every one of such shall be reputed
by us enemies to God and the covenanted work of reformation, and
punished as such, according to our power and the degree of their
offence.... Let not any think that (our God assisting us) we will be so
slack-handed in time coming to put matters in execution as heretofore we
have been, seeing we are bound faithfully and valiantly to maintain our
covenants and the cause of Christ."

[59] For example, in the earliest edition of the pamphlet containing his
version of this affair ("The Life of Peden") an "old singular Christian
woman named Elizabeth Menzies" is mentioned as the first neighbour who
came to condole with Mrs. Brown. In later editions Elizabeth Menzies
becomes Jean Brown. The wife also is sometimes Isabel and sometimes
Marion. Walker's "Biographia Presbyteriana" is a collection of tracts
published by him at different times, of which this "Life of Peden" is
the earliest and the best.

[60] "A Short Memorial of the Sufferings of the Presbyterians."

[61] This Buiening is called Bruning in "The Cloud of Witnesses," and
may be the Brownen of Claverhouse's letter, that is to say, the nephew
of John Brown.

[62] "It seems somebody had maliciously told this Graham they were of
the Whigs who used the field meetings, upon which, without any trial or
other sentence than his own command, his soldiers fetched them all to
Mauchline, a village where his headquarters were, and hanged them
immediately, not suffering them to enter into any house at their coming,
nor at the entreaty of the poor men would suffer one to lend them a
Bible, who it seems offered it, nor allow them a moment to pray to God."
Defoe's "Memoirs of the Church of Scotland" were first published in
1717, a few years before Wodrow's History. Elsewhere in the same work he
states that Claverhouse had "among the rest of his cruelties barbarously
murdered several of the persecuted people with his own hands," also that
"this man is said to have killed above a hundred men in this kind of
cold blood cruelty." But Defoe's qualifications for a historian of those
times are, to say the least, uncertain. He mentions Cameron and Cargill
as alive and busy in 1684, four years after one had died fighting at
Aird's Moss, and the other on the scaffold at Edinburgh.

[63] Wodrow, iv. 197; Napier, i. 89. I have called this the most
authentic version because it professes to have come from the murderers
themselves. It is to be found in a letter to Wodrow (printed by Napier)
now in the Advocates' Library at Edinburgh. The date is 1715, and the
writer, who only signs his initials, J.C., calls Wodrow "cousin." "I
give you the account," he writes, "from the best information it's
possible to be got, viz., from Robert Dun, in Woodheade of Carsphairn,
and John Clark, then in that parish, now in Glenmont, in the parish of
Strathone, anent the curate's death of Carsphairn, which they had from
the actors' own mouths." Wodrow adds a little touch of his own--"Mr.
Peirson with fury came out upon them with arms"--and is silent on the
fact of Mitchell's presence.

[64] Fountainhall's "Historical Notices," and a letter to Queensberry
from Sir Robert Dalzell and others, quoted by Napier, ii. 427-8.

[65] Wodrow, iv. 184.

[66] For example, the story told of Claverhouse sparing a man's life for
the sport his capture had afforded, but ordering his ears to be shorn
off. This may be found in a book called "Gleanings among the Mountains,
or Traditions of the Covenanters," published at Edinburgh, in 1846, by
the Rev. Robert Simpson, of Sanquhar. The same gentleman is responsible
for an earlier volume, "The Times of Claverhouse," in which the
Covenanters are described as a class of "quiet and orderly men,"
maintaining the standard of their gospel in "the most peaceful and
inoffensive way." In neither volume is any authority offered for these
stories: even the evidence of time and place is rarely vouchsafed.

[67] Walker's "Biographia Presbyteriana:" Lochiel's Memoirs.

[68] See _ante_, p. 92: also Napier, ii. 360, for a letter to the Lord
Chancellor, June 9th, 1683. "I am as sorry to see a man die, even a
Whig, as any of themselves. But when one dies justly, for his own
faults, and may save a hundred to fall in the like, I have no scruple."




CHAPTER VIII.


Both in Scotland and England events were now moving fast to their
inevitable conclusion, but of Claverhouse's part in public affairs there
is for the next three years little record. Only two of his letters have
survived between May, 1685, and October, 1688, when the disastrous march
into England began. From one of these it is clear that his restoration
to favour at Whitehall had not improved his position at Edinburgh.
Gratitude was not then a common virtue among public men. Claverhouse had
done for his colleagues all that he had promised. The recollection of
their debt to him, and the unlikelihood of their being able to increase
it, did not serve to endear to them this successful soldier of fortune,
who had indeed helped them to their ambition, but who had thereby shown
a dangerous capacity for helping himself. At the head of these
malcontents was, of course, Queensberry, though, as the King had shown
himself determined not to lose the services of his brilliant captain, it
was necessary for the Treasurer to give his jealousy a guarded form. He
complained to Dumbarton (then commanding the forces in Scotland) that
Claverhouse had misused some of his tenants, though in what manner is
not clear. There is a letter from Claverhouse expressing in respectful
terms his regret at Queensberry's annoyance, which he declares to have
been founded on misapprehension of the facts.

     "I am convinced (he writes) your Grace is ill-informed; for,
     after you have read what I wrote to you two days ago on that
     subject, I daresay I may refer myself to your own censure.
     That I had no desire to make great search there, anybody may
     judge. I came not from Ayr till after eleven in the
     forenoon, and went to Balagen with forty heritors again
     night. The Sanquhar is just in the road; and I used these men
     I met accidentally on the road better than ever I used any
     in these circumstances. And I may safely say that, as I
     shall answer to God, if they had been living on my ground I
     could not have forborne drawing my sword and knocking them
     down. However, I am glad I have received my Lord Dumbarton's
     orders anent your Grace's tenants, which I shall most
     punctually obey; though, I may say, they were safe as any in
     Scotland before."[69]

The previous letter here referred to has been lost; but it is probable
that the complaint originated in Claverhouse's summons to these
heritors, or small proprietors, to take arms in the King's service, as
they were bound to do. Men will mostly follow their master's lead. The
Treasurer's tenants knew well, we may be sure, how little love their
master bore for the imperious soldier, and were no doubt somewhat saucy
in their remonstrances; and sauciness Claverhouse would not brook from
any man alive, whatever his quality.

But Queensberry and his crew had to nurse their grudge in secret. Much
as the knowledge may have chafed them, they knew well that Claverhouse
was the one man on whom they could depend for wise counsel and prompt
action in emergency. A few weeks before this matter of the tenants he
had received an urgent despatch from Edinburgh, signed by "his
affectionate friends and servants" of the Council, authorising him to
take what steps he thought best for disposing the troops. Argyle was on
the sea, and the Campbells were mustering fast to their chief's call.
Measures had already been taken in the northern shires. Athole had been
appointed Lord-Lieutenant of Argyleshire, and held Inverary with a large
force of his Highlanders. The Gordons, under their new-made Duke, were
guarding the sea-board of Invernessshire. Glasgow was occupied by a
strong body of militia. Ships of war watched the Firth of Clyde. To keep
the Western Lowlands and the Border quiet was Claverhouse's charge. It
is unnecessary to remind my readers what followed. Within little more
than a month from his landing in Scotland Argyle stood upon the scaffold
in Edinburgh; and a fortnight later Monmouth closed his short unhappy
life on Tower Hill.

In this same despatch Claverhouse was told that the King had raised him
to be a brigadier of both horse and foot, that James Douglas had
received the same promotion, and that the latter's commission bore
priority of date. He wisely took no notice of this slight,--for,
comparing the weight of his services to the Government with the services
of Douglas, a slight it undoubtedly was, and was meant to be. He knew
that it did not come from the King, and he was much too prudent and too
proud to let the others see that he was annoyed by a stupid insult he
was powerless to resent. But there exists a letter from Secretary
Murray to Queensberry which makes the business very clear. It is worth
quoting as significant of the petty intrigues in which men of rank and
position were not then ashamed to indulge.

     "The King ordered two commissions to be drawn, for your
     brother and Claverhouse to be brigadiers. We were ordered to
     see how such commissions had been [drawn?] here, and in Earl
     Middleton's office we found the extract of one granted to
     Lord Churchill, another to Colonel Worden, the one for
     horse, the other for foot. So Lord Melfort told me the King
     had ordered him to draw one for your brother for the foot
     and Claverhouse for the horse. I told him that could not be;
     for by that means Claverhouse would command your brother. To
     be short, we were very hot on the matter. He said he knew no
     reason why Colonel Douglas should have the precedency,
     unless that he was your brother. I told him that was enough,
     but that there was a greater, and that was, that he was an
     officer of more experience and conduct, and that was the
     King's design of appointing brigadiers at this time. He said
     Claverhouse had served the King longer in Scotland. I told
     him that was yet wider from the purpose, for there were in
     the army that had served many years longer than Claverhouse,
     and of higher quality, and without disparagement to any,
     gallant in their personal courage. By this time I flung from
     him, and went straight to the King and represented the case.
     He followed, and came to us. But the King changed his mind
     and ordered him to draw the commissions both for horse and
     foot, and your brother's two days' date before the other; by
     which his command is clear before the other. I saw the
     commissions signed this afternoon, and they are sent
     herewith by Lord Charles Murray. Now, I beseech Your Grace,
     say nothing of this to any; nay, not now to your brother.
     For Lord Melfort said to Sir Andrew Forrester, that he was
     sure there would be a new storm on him. I could not, nor is
     [it] fit this should have been kept from you; but you will
     find it best for a while to know or take little notice, for
     it gives him but ground of talking, and serves no other
     end."[70]

But these jealous fellows were not to have it all their own way. In the
autumn of the same year Claverhouse was summoned to London with
Balcarres to be heard on a complaint he had in his turn to make against
Queensberry. Early in the spring he had been peremptorily ordered to
discharge a bond he had given to the Treasury for fines due from
delinquents in Galloway. He answered that his brother (then
Deputy-Sheriff of that shire) was collecting the fines, and requested
more time for payment. On being told that he might take five or six
days, he replied that, considering the difficulty of collection and the
distances to be travelled, they might as well give him none. "Then,"
answered Queensberry, "you shall have none."[71] Claverhouse had many
times applied for leave to be heard in his own defence; but Murray had
hitherto persuaded the King to answer that no audience could be granted
to him until he had made his peace with the Treasurer and been restored
to his seat at the Council. But the name of Queensberry was not now the
power it had been at Whitehall. It is difficult to believe that he was
much more concerned with religion than Lauderdale; but he was, at any
rate by profession, a staunch Protestant, and there were those among
his colleagues ready to take every advantage of this passport to James's
disfavour. It was determined to hear what Claverhouse had to say for
himself. He was summoned to London, graciously received by the King, and
pleaded his cause so effectually that the Treasurer was ordered to
refund the money.

Claverhouse and Balcarres returned to Edinburgh on December 24th. With
them came the Chancellor Perth and his brother, John Drummond, the new
Lord Melfort. The brothers were in James's best books, for they had
recently professed themselves converted to the Roman Catholic faith by
the convincing logic of the papers found in Charles's strong-box and
made public by the King.[72] But they were not so popular in Edinburgh.
The new year opened with something very like a No Popery riot. Lady
Perth was insulted on her way home from mass by a baker's boy. The Privy
Council ordered the lad to be whipped through the Canongate, but the
'prentices rose to the rescue of their comrade. The guard was called
out: there was firing, and some citizens fell. There was disaffection,
too, among the troops: one soldier was arrested for refusing to fire on
a Protestant: another was shot for threatening to run his sword through
a <DW7>. In the Council Perth moved that one Canaires, minister at
Selkirk, should be arraigned for preaching against the Pope; but he
found no man on his side except Claverhouse, who, though Protestant to
the backbone, had no mind to see his King insulted under the cloak of
religion. James's famous scheme of Universal Toleration was soon found
to be what every sensible man had foreseen--a scheme of toleration for
his own religion and of persecution for all others.

But the history of the next three years, with its wretched tale of
violence and folly, of oppressions that broke the hearts of the loyal,
and concessions that only moved the scorn of the mutinous, may be read
elsewhere. The last appearance of Claverhouse on the scene is at the
Council in February, 1686, where he supports Perth in his motion to
bring the indiscreet minister to book, till he appears again in his
proper character as a soldier commanding the cavalry of the Scottish
contingent on its march south to join the army of England. We know,
however, that in that same year, 1686, he was promoted to be
Major-General, and in March, 1688, was made Provost of Dundee. We must
now pass to the memorable autumn of the latter year.

In September, 1688, a despatch in James's own hand was sent down to the
Council at Edinburgh announcing the imminent invasion of England by the
Prince of Orange. Perth, still Chancellor and a <DW7>, was told to do
nothing without consulting Balcarres and Tarbat. Their advice was
unquestionably the best that could have been given for James and the
worst for England; for, had it been followed, instead of the short
Highland campaign of the following year, that began at Killiecrankie and
ended at Dunkeld, there would in all probability have been civil war
throughout the kingdom. They advised that the regular troops under
Douglas and Claverhouse, now between three and four thousand strong,
should be augmented by a force of twelve thousand raised from the
Highland clans and the militia, and that these troops should be
distributed along the Border and through the northern shires of England.
Preparations were at once begun to this effect. The chiefs of the great
clans were ordered to hold their claymores ready: the castles of
Edinburgh and Stirling were munitioned for war: the militia was called
out in every county, and volunteers enrolled in every town. In the midst
of the bustle arrived a second despatch from James, ordering the regular
troops to march at once for England to join the army under Feversham.
This foolish order was Melfort's doing, urged by his secretary, Stewart
of Goodtrees, who, after having been concerned in all the most notorious
plots of the last twenty years, and actually condemned to death for his
share in Argyle's rebellion, had now blossomed into an Under-Secretary
of State. Remonstrance was useless. "The order," wrote Balcarres, "was
positive and short--advised by Mr. James Stewart at a supper, and wrote
upon the back of a plate, and an express immediately despatched
therewith."

And so "with a sorrowful heart," he goes on to remind the exiled King,
"they began their march--three thousand effective young men--vigorous,
well-disciplined and clothed, and, to a man, hearty in your cause, and
willing, out of principle as well as duty, to hazard their lives for the
support of the Government as then established both in Church and
State."[73] The loyalty of some of these fine fellows was, however,
destined soon to suffer a change in the disturbing atmosphere of
England.

The full strength of the Scottish contingent was three thousand seven
hundred and sixty-three men. Douglas was in command, with Claverhouse
under him at the head of the cavalry, which mustered eight hundred and
forty-one sabres, including his own regiment, Livingstone's troop of
Life Guards, and Dunmore's dragoons, a regiment which, as the Scots
Greys, has since earned a reputation second to none in the British Army.
The infantry was made up of Douglas's own regiment of Foot Guards, now
the Scots Guards: Buchan's regiment, now the Twenty-first of the Line,
or, to give them their latest title, the Royal Scots Fusiliers; and
Wauchope's regiment:--two thousand nine hundred and twenty-two men in
all.[74] They left Scotland in the beginning of October, the foot
marching by way of Chester, the horse by way of York, on London. Early
in November they reached the capital, where they lay for a few days:
Claverhouse, with his own regiment and the Horse Guards, being quartered
in Westminster, the dragoons in Southwark, and Douglas, with his Foot
Guards, in Holborn. On the tenth of the month they marched for
Salisbury, where the King's army was now gathered. During the march
Claverhouse received the last and most signal proof of favour James was
to give him. On November 12th he had been created Viscount of Dundee.

In the royal camp all was confusion and doubt. William was at Axminster,
and not a single enemy was in his rear. Many of the great English houses
had already joined him, and each hour brought news to Salisbury of fresh
disaffection in every part of the kingdom. James was at first anxious to
fight, but Feversham warned him that, though the men were steady, few of
his officers could be depended on. Before leaving London the King had
called his chief captains together and offered passes to all who were
desirous to leave him for the Prince of Orange, "to spare them," he
said, "the shame of deserting their lawful sovereign." All were profuse
in professions of loyalty, and among them were Churchill, Grafton, and
the butcher Kirke. Churchill, we know, continued these professions up to
the eleventh hour. On the evening of the 24th James held a council of
war, in which Churchill's voice was loudest for battle. That night he
left Salisbury for Axminster, and Grafton went with him. Some of the
Scottish officers stood firm, but not all. Dumbarton offered to lead his
regiment alone against the enemy. Dundee urged James to do one of three
things: to fight the Prince, to demand from him in person his business
in England, or to retire into Scotland with his faithful troops. But the
King still hesitated, and while he hesitated the moment passed. Kirke,
who commanded the advance guard at Warminster, flatly refused to obey
the orders sent him from Salisbury, and a rumour spread that he had gone
over to William with all his men. The King broke up the camp and began
his retreat to London; and before he had got farther on his way than
Andover, Ormonde and Prince George had joined the deserters, taking with
them young Drumlanrig. Douglas did not himself go over; but one of his
battalions did, without any attempt on his part to stop them. He had
sounded Dundee on the expediency of making terms for themselves with
William; but as he had done so under an oath of secrecy, Dundee felt
himself bound in honour to keep silence, and we may suppose made it a
part of the bargain that Douglas should stay where he was.

James left no orders behind him, and after his retreat the movements of
his army are somewhat confused. Dundee marched his cavalry to Reading,
where he was joined by Dumbarton. Thence they were ordered to Uxbridge
to consult with Feversham on the chances of a battle. But hardly had
they got there when the latter received orders to disband the army, and
heard at the same time of the King's flight from London. The Scottish
troops clamoured for Dundee to lead them back to their country. He
marched them to Watford, and while there, it is said, received a letter
from William, who had now advanced to Hungerford, bidding him stay where
he was and none should harm him.[75] According to Balcarres, Dundee made
at once for London on the news of the King's flight, and was still there
on his return. But the fact is that few of these contemporary writers
descend to dates, and it is almost impossible therefore to track any one
man's movements through those troubled days. It is, however, certain
that a meeting of the Scottish Council was summoned in London by
Hamilton at some period between James's first flight and his return, and
that Dundee attended it. That Hamilton meditated declaring for William
is certain, and that he would have taken all his colleagues with him,
except Dundee and Balcarres, is probable; but the King's sudden return
to Whitehall postponed matters for a time.

James reached London from Rochester on the afternoon of Sunday, December
16th. William was then at Windsor, and James expressed a wish to meet
him in London, offering St. James's Palace for his quarters. William
sent an answer that he could not come to London while there were any
troops there not under his command. On the 17th a council was held at
Windsor, with Halifax in the chair, to determine what should be done
with James. William himself would not be present. It was decided that
James must, at any rate, leave London, and the decision was brought to
him that night as he lay asleep in bed. No resistance was possible, had
any been intended. The Dutch had occupied Chelsea and Kensington early
in the afternoon; and when Halifax, Shrewsbury, and Delamere arrived
with their message from Windsor, three battalions of foot, with some
troops of horse, were bivouacked in St. James's Park, and Dutch
sentinels were posted at Whitehall.

Early on the morning of the 17th Dundee and Balcarres had waited on the
King. None were with him but some gentlemen of his bedchamber. Balcarres
told him that he had orders from his colleagues to promise that, if the
King would give the word, an army of twenty thousand men should be ready
within four-and-twenty hours. "My lord," replied James, "I know you to
be my friend, sincere and honourable: the men who sent you are not so,
and I expect nothing from them." It was a fine morning, and he said he
should like a walk. Balcarres and Dundee attended him into the Mall.
When they had got there the King asked them, how came they still to be
with him when all the world had forsaken him for the Prince of Orange?
Both answered that their fidelity to so good a master would be ever the
same, and that they had nothing to do with the Prince of Orange. "Will
you two," then asked the King, "say you have still attachment to me?"
"Sir," was the answer, "we do." "Will you give me your hands upon it as
men of honour?" They did so. "Well," said the King, "I see you are the
men I always took you to be; you shall know all my intentions. I can no
longer remain here but as a cypher, or to be a prisoner to the Prince of
Orange, and you know there is but a small distance between the prisons
and the graves of kings. Therefore I go for France immediately; when
there you shall have my instructions--you, Lord Balcarres, shall have a
commission to manage my civil affairs, and you, Lord Dundee, to command
my troops in Scotland."

They then parted. On the next morning, the morning of the 18th, in dark
and rainy weather, the royal barge was ready at Whitehall stairs, under
an escort of boats filled with Dutch soldiers. Halifax, with his
colleagues from Windsor, attended the King to the water-side. Dumbarton,
Arran, and a few others followed him down the river, and stayed by him
during the few painful days he lingered at Rochester. At dawn of the
23rd James left England for ever.

Dundee stayed on in London. His regiment had been disbanded, and the
rest of the Scottish forces, after a spirited but futile attempt to take
matters into their own hands, had settled quietly down under their new
colonels, some of the most doubtful ones being sent out of harm's way to
Holland. Dunmore had thrown up his command, and his dragoons were now in
the charge of Sir Thomas Livingstone. Schomberg was placed, to their
intense disgust, at the head of Dumbarton's infantry, once James's
favourite regiment. Some of his old troopers, however, still kept by the
captain whom they had known as Claverhouse.

Hamilton and his party pressed William to exempt from the general
amnesty certain members of the Scottish Council whom they named as
particular and unscrupulous instruments of James's tyranny, and unsafe
to be let go at large. But the Prince with his usual good sense refused
to drive any man into opposition: the past even of the most guilty
should, he said, be forgotten till he was forced to remember it. Against
Dundee and Balcarres he had been especially warned. He remembered both
well: Balcarres had married a lady of his family, and Dundee had fought
by his side. He asked them both to enter his service. They refused, and
Balcarres, plainly avowing the commission entrusted to him by James,
asked if, in such circumstances, he could honourably take service with
another. "I cannot say that you can," was the answer, "but take care
that you fall not within the law, for otherwise I shall be forced
against my will to let the law overtake you." Dundee was told that if he
would live quietly at home, no allegiance should be exacted from him and
no harm done to him. He answered that he would live quietly, if he were
not forced to live otherwise. Early in February the two friends left
London for Edinburgh.[76]

FOOTNOTES:

[69] Claverhouse to Queensberry, June 16th, 1685.

[70] Napier, iii. 464: this Murray was Alexander Stuart, Earl of Murray,
descendant and heir of the famous Regent. He declared himself a convert
to the Church of Rome at the same time as Perth and Melfort.

[71] Napier, iii. 435: quoted from Fountainhall.

[72] Burnet, ii. 341.

[73] The memoirs of Colin Lindsay, third Earl of Balcarres, were
presented to James at Saint Germains in 1690. The edition I have used is
that printed for the Bannatyne Club in 1841 by the late Lord Crawford,
from a transcript made by James, the son of the writer, and
great-grandfather of Lord Crawford. The editions previously printed in
1715 and 1754, and in Walter Scott's edition of Somers's Tracts
published in 1814, contain many passages not to be found in the first
transcript, and declared, by its latest editor, to reflect the opinions
and sentiments of the copyist rather than those of the original author.

[74] Cannon's "Historical Records of the British Army:" Napier, iii.
475-76. Claverhouse's own regiment was disbanded early in the following
year. The first colonel of the Greys, then officially known as "The
Royal Regiment of Scots Dragoons," was Dalziel, Lord Charles Murray
(afterwards created Earl of Dunmore) serving as captain under him.
Dalziel died in 1685, and was succeeded in the command by Dunmore.
Napier gives the muster-roll of Claverhouse's regiment for May, 1685. It
consisted of six troops, of which the colonel, as the custom then was,
commanded the first in person, the other captains being Lords
Drumlanrig, Ross, Airlie, Balcarres, and William Douglas; hardly the
men, perhaps, to sanction the pranks of Macaulay's Apollyons and
Beelzebubs. Napier also quotes an amusing passage in a letter from
Athole to Queensberry, which, as he says, may recall memories of a
certain historic injunction of later times, "to take care of Dowb."
Athole had been superseded in his command of the Life Guards by
Montrose, and when the latter fell sick, made interest with Queensberry
to be reinstated. "As you will oblige me," the passage runs, "pray
remember Geordie Murray [who held a commission in the regiment], but not
in wrath."

[75] Creichton.

[76] It is not clear that Dundee had an audience of William. Macaulay
says in one place that he was not ungraciously received at Saint
James's, and in another that he employed the mediations of Burnet. Both
statements are of course compatible with each other. The latter rests on
Burnet's own authority; but for the former I can find none in any of the
writers from whom Macaulay has taken his narrative of these days.
Dalrymple's words are, "Dundee refused without ceremony," which may mean
anything. It is, I think, not improbable that William employed Burnet to
sound Dundee, and that the good bishop, among whose qualities tact was
not pre-eminent, managing the matter clumsily, met with an unceremonious
refusal for his pains. The point, however, is of no importance. It is
clear enough that William, would have been glad to see both men in his
service, and that they both declined to enter it. As Macaulay has called
Dundee's conduct disingenuous, apparently on Burnet's authority, it may
be well to give the bishop's own words. "He [Dundee] had employed me to
carry messages from him to the King, to know what security he might
expect if he should go and live in Scotland without owning his
government. The King said, if he would live peaceably, and at home, he
would protect him: to this he answered, that, unless he was forced to
it, he would live quietly." "History of My Own Time," iii. 29.
Macaulay's paraphrase is as follows. "Dundee seems to have been less
ingenuous. He employed the mediation of Burnet, opened a negotiation
with Saint James's, declared himself willing to acquiesce in the new
order of things, obtained from William a promise of protection, and
promised in return to live peaceably. Such credit was given to his
professions, that he was suffered to travel down to Scotland under the
escort of a troop of cavalry." "History of England," iv. 281. I do not
think the text quite bears out the commentary; and indeed elsewhere in
the chapter Macaulay seems inclined to allow more credit to these
professions. The "escort" under which Dundee was "suffered to travel"
consisted of his own troopers, who had followed him from Watford to
London, and stayed with him to the end.




CHAPTER IX.


All eyes were now turned to Scotland. England had practically accepted
William, and although the terms of acceptance were still in some
quarters kept open to question, there was no longer fear that the final
answer would have to be given by the sword. In Scotland the case was
different. Many of the great nobles and other dignitaries had indeed
professed themselves in favour of William, but political morality, a
custom nowhere in those days very rigidly observed, may be said to have
been honoured by Scottish statesmen almost wholly in the breach. No man
trusted his neighbour, and his neighbour was perfectly aware of the
fact. It was impossible to say what an hour might not bring forth; and
in this flux of things no man could guarantee that the Whigs of to-day
would not be the Jacobites of to-morrow. Hamilton was the recognised
leader of the Whigs, Athole of the Jacobites. Both were great and
powerful noblemen. The influence of Hamilton was supreme in the Western
Lowlands: only Mac Callum More could muster to his standard a larger
gathering than the lord of Blair, and the glory of Mac Callum More was
now in eclipse. Yet Hamilton had been one of James' Privy Councillors,
and had not declared for William till the Dutch guards were at
Whitehall. His son Arran and his brother Dumbarton were both on the
other side: Arran had accompanied James to Rochester, and Dumbarton had
refused to hold his commission under the Prince of Orange. Athole had
more than once coquetted with the Whigs, and his present Jacobitism was
shrewdly suspected to be due to the coolness with which his advances had
been received: his son Lord Murray, who had married a daughter of
Hamilton, had declared for William. These great noblemen had indeed the
satisfaction of feeling that, however the die might fall, their titles
and estates were at least secured. But the wisdom of their family
arrangements did not increase their reputation with their parties. The
Duke of Gordon held the castle of Edinburgh for James; and, though the
Duke was a weak creature, his position was strong. The bulk of the
common people were undoubtedly Whigs: the bishops, and the clergy
generally, were, if not exactly Jacobites, undoubtedly Tories.

There were religious troubles of course to swell the political ones.
When the news of James's flight reached Edinburgh, Perth had been
imprudently induced to disband the militia, and the Covenanters had been
quick to take advantage of the imprudence. The Episcopal clergymen were
rabbled throughout all the western shires. Their houses were sacked, and
themselves and their families insulted and sometimes beaten: the
churches were locked, and the keys carried off in triumph by the pious
zealots. In Glasgow the Cathedral was attacked, and the congregation
pelted through the streets. In Edinburgh Holyrood Palace was carried by
storm: the Catholic chapel, which James had built and adorned with great
splendour, was gutted, and the printing-press, employed to publish
tracts in favour of the Catholic religion, was broken up. Perth fled for
his life, but was overtaken at sea, carried back and lodged in Stirling
Castle, followed by the threats and curses of the mob. Such was the
temper of the Scottish nation when the Convention of Estates, summoned
by William, met at Edinburgh on March 14th, 1689.

The Act depriving the Presbyterians of the franchise had been annulled,
and the elections had gone strongly in favour of the Whigs. Hamilton had
been chosen President by a majority of forty votes over Athole,
whereupon twenty ardent Jacobites went straightway over to the other
side. The next thing to be done was to get rid of Gordon. It was
impossible, they said, for a free Parliament to deliberate under the
shadow of hostile guns. Two of his friends, the Earls of Lothian and
Tweeddale, were accordingly sent to the Duke with a message from the
Convention, offering him favourable terms of surrender. He asked a night
for consideration; but during the night he was also visited by Dundee
and Balcarres. They showed him the commissions entrusted to them by
James, and told him that if things did not go better for their party
they had resolved to exercise their power of summoning a new Convention
to Stirling. At his request Dundee also gave him a paper guaranteeing
his action in holding the castle as most necessary to the cause. On the
following day, when the earls returned, Gordon told them he had decided
not to surrender his trust except upon terms too extravagant to be
seriously considered. He was accordingly summoned in form by the
heralds: guards were posted round the castle, and all communications
between it and the town declared treasonable. The Duke replied by a
largess of money to the heralds to drink King James's health, telling
them that they should in common decency have turned the King's coats
they wore on their backs before they came to declare the King's subjects
traitors.

Meanwhile a messenger had arrived with a sealed despatch for the Estates
from James. It seemed strange both to Dundee and Balcarres that the
message had not been to them, or at least accompanied by a letter
informing them of its purport; but they had no suspicion of its
contents, and willingly agreed to the terms on which the Whigs consented
to hear it read. These terms were, that the Convention was a legal and
free meeting, and would accept no order to dissolve until it had secured
the liberty and religion of Scotland. The vote was passed, and the
letter was read, to the consternation of the Jacobites and the delight
of the Whigs. Of all the foolish acts committed by James the despatch of
this letter was, in the circumstances, the most foolish. Not a word did
it contain of any intention to respect the religion or the liberty of
men whom it still professed to address as subjects. Pardon was promised
to all who should return to their allegiance within a fortnight: to all
others punishment was threatened in this world, and damnation in the
next. Nothing was wanting to heighten the imprudence. The letter was in
the handwriting of Melfort, who was equally odious to both parties; and
it had been preceded by one from William expressed in terms as wise and
moderate as the others were headstrong and foolish. But the feeling of
the more temperate Jacobites will best be shown in the account Balcarres
himself gave to his master of the effect produced by this fatal epistle.
"When the messenger was announced," he wrote,

     "His coming was joyful to us, expecting a letter from your
     Majesty to the Convention, in terms suitable to the bad
     situation of your affairs in England, and as had been
     advised by your friends before we left London; and so
     assured were they of their advices being followed, that they
     had encouraged all the loyal party, and engaged many to come
     to the Convention, in hopes such full satisfaction would be
     given in matters of religion and liberty, that even most of
     those who had declared against you would return to their
     duty. But, as in place of such a letter as was expected, or
     letters to particular persons, as was advised, came a letter
     from your Majesty to the Convention, without any copy to
     show your friends, in terms absolutely different from those
     we had agreed upon, and sent to your Majesty by Mr. Lindsay
     from London. Upon other occasions such a letter might have
     passed, if there had been power to have backed it, or force
     to make good its reception; but after the Parliament of
     England had refused to read a letter from your Majesty
     because of the Earl of Melfort's countersigning it [and
     considering] that England had made the Prince of Orange
     their King, and that it was known you had none to sustain
     your cause but those who advised letters of another strain,
     it was a fault of your advisers hardly to be pardoned....
     Crane was brought in and the letter read, with the same
     order and respect observed upon such occasions to our Kings;
     but no sooner was it twice read and known to be Earl
     Melfort's hand and style, but the house was in a
     tumult--your enemies in joy and your friends in confusion.
     Glad were your enemies to find nothing so much as promised
     of what we had asserted should be done for their
     satisfaction, [they] having much feared many of their party
     would have forsaken them if your Majesty's letter had been
     written in the terms we advised from London. Mr. Crane could
     give no account why the advice of your friends was not
     followed, but Mr. Lindsay made no secret of it after he came
     back from St. Germain's, but informed us that, after he had
     delivered to [the] Earl of Melfort the letters and advices
     of your friends at London to your Majesty, his Lordship kept
     him retired, and he was not suffered to attend you--fearing
     that what he had written to your Majesty relating to his
     Lordship might spoil his project of going to Ireland with
     you. We had observed at London the great aversion men of all
     professions had at his being employed, and we knew he was in
     no better esteem in his own country, which made us entreat
     your Majesty to leave him in France, and some, upon his own
     account, advised his not coming over, knowing the danger he
     might be in; but his Lordship either suppressed our letters
     or gave our advices another turn than was intended, by which
     all our hopes of succeeding in the Convention vanished, nor
     was ever seen so great an alteration as was observed at the
     next meeting after your letter was read, which made all your
     friends resolve to leave Edinburgh and to call a Convention
     of Estates at Stirling, as your Majesty had given the
     Archbishop of St. Andrews, the Viscount of Dundee, and
     myself the power to do this by a warrant sent by Mr. Brown
     from Ireland."

Dundee was anxious to be gone. He saw that the game was up in the
Convention, and there were other reasons. For many days past troops of
strange, fierce-looking men, carrying arms but half-concealed beneath
their plaids, had been flocking into Edinburgh. These were the men of
the hill-sides and moorlands of the West, the wild Western Whigs, who
feared and hated the name of Claverhouse more than anything on earth.
Their leader was William Cleland, a survivor from the fields of Drumclog
and Bothwell, a brave and able young man, of good education and humane
above his fellows, but who, it was well known, was burning to have
vengeance upon Dundee. Some of these men had been heard to mutter that
the tables were turned now, and "bloodly Clavers" should play the
persecutor no more. Word was brought to Dundee that a plot was on foot
to assassinate him and Sir George Mackenzie, the most hated of all
James's lawyers. Whether the rumour were true or not, it was at least
too probable to be disregarded. Dundee laid the matter before Hamilton,
offered to produce his witnesses, and demanded that these armed
strangers be ordered to leave the town. Hamilton (who was, in fact,
responsible for their presence) answered that the Convention had more
important matters to think of, that the city could not be left
defenceless to Gordon and his rebellious garrison, and, it is said,
twitted Dundee with imaginary fears unbecoming a brave man.

A meeting of the Jacobites was held. It was decided to call a fresh
Convention at Stirling. Mar, who held the castle there, professed
himself staunch, and Athole promised to have a force of his Highlanders
in readiness. This was on Saturday, March 16th: it was determined to
leave Edinburgh on the following Monday.

When Monday came Athole proposed to wait another day. As his
co-operation was of the greatest importance, his proposal was accepted.
But Dundee would wait no longer. In vain Balcarres told him that his
haste would ruin all their plans. He answered that he would take no
action without the agreement of the rest, but in Edinburgh he would stay
no longer. He had made an appointment for that day with some friends
outside the walls, and he could not break it. His troopers had been in
readiness since an early hour, and Dundee returning to his lodgings gave
signal to mount. The streets were thronged with scowling faces, but they
shrank to right and left as those stern riders came clattering down the
Canongate. A friend called from the crowd to know whither they went.
Dundee raised his hat from his head and answered: "Wherever the spirit
of Montrose shall direct me." When clear of the walls he led his men to
the left up the Leith Wynd and along the bank of the North Loch, the
ground now occupied by the busy and handsome thoroughfare known as
Prince's Street. The road to Stirling winds beneath the Castle rock, and
as the cavalcade came on, their leader saw the Duke on the ramparts,
making signals to him for an interview. Dundee dismounted, and scrambled
up the steep face of the rock. What passed between them is not clearly
known. Balcarres says Dundee told the Duke of the design for Stirling,
and once more prayed him to stand firm. But it seems clear that Dundee
had by that time abandoned all hopes of a fresh Convention, and it is
doubtful whether he had any definite plan in his mind. Dalrymple's
report of the conversation seems more likely to be the true one.
According to him Dundee pressed the Duke to come north with him, leaving
the castle to the charge of the Lieutenant-Governor, Winram, a man who
had made himself too odious to the people to leave room for any doubt
of his fidelity to James. But these bold ventures were not to the Duke's
taste: his courage was of that sort which shows best behind stone walls:
and his answer was ingeniously framed to conceal his timidity under a
show of discipline. "A soldier," he said, "cannot in honour quit the
post that is assigned to him."

Meanwhile the city was in an uproar. A number of people had gathered
round the foot of the rock to stare at the strange sight. The watchers
from the city magnified this idle crowd into a hostile force. A
messenger came in haste to the Convention with the news that Dundee was
at the gates with an army, and that the Duke of Gordon was preparing to
fire on the town.

Hamilton, who, while affairs were still in the balance, had behaved with
unexpected moderation, now gave loose to his temper. The time had come,
he said, for all good friends of order to see to their safety when
enemies to their liberties and religion were taking arms. There was
danger within as well as without. The traitors must be kept close; but
true men had nothing to fear, for thousands were ready to start up in
their defence at the stamp of his foot. He then ordered the room to be
locked, and the keys to be laid on the table. The drums beat to arms:
the town-guard, and such force of militia as was still in the city, fell
in; while from garrets and cellars the Westland men came thronging into
the streets, with weapons in their hands, and in their faces fury and
fear of their terrible enemy. After a time, as the news came that Dundee
had ridden off northward and that all seemed quiet in the castle, the
tumult subsided. The doors of the Parliament House were opened, and the
members came out. Hamilton and his party were greeted with loud cheers:
threats and execrations no less loud assailed the few and downcast
Jacobites. From that memorable day the friends of William had nothing
more to fear in the capital of Scotland. For a while, indeed, some show
of opposition was still maintained, faintly stimulated by the arrival of
Queensberry from London. But he had come too late. His power was no
longer what it had been; nor were his professions of loyalty regarded by
men like Balcarres as above all suspicion. For Queensberry had been wise
with the wisdom of Hamilton and Athole. The great House of Douglas was
prudently divided against itself, and come what might it should not
fall. And Athole now, after with great show of bravery urging Gordon to
fire on the town, had grown somewhat less than lukewarm, while Mar, the
Governor of Stirling Castle, put an end for ever to any thoughts of a
fresh Convention in that city by boldly declaring for William. The hopes
and the hearts of the Jacobites had gone northward with Dundee; and in
truth there was not at this moment a brave company of either.

Dundee did not draw rein in Stirling. He galloped through the town,
across the bridge, and on by Dunblane, where he stayed the night, to his
own home at Dudhope, where his lady was then waiting her confinement.
The only man of his own quality who had ridden with him from Edinburgh
was George Livingstone, Lord Linlithgow's son, whose troop of Life
Guards had been taken from him in the general re-arrangement of
regiments that had followed the fiasco of Salisbury; and he had left
his companion on the road to make for Lord Strathmore's house at Glamis.
For a week of unwonted quiet, the last he was to know on earth, Dundee
rested at Dudhope. Then his enemies found him. On the morning of the
26th Hamilton's messengers appeared before his gates, summoning him to
lay down his arms and return to his duty at the Convention, on pain of
being proclaimed traitor and outlaw. Dundee replied by a letter which,
as it has been styled both disrespectful and disingenuous, it is worth
while to print in full.

     "Dudhope, March 27th, 1689.

     "May it please your Grace:--The coming of an herald and
     trumpeter to summon a man to lay down arms that is living in
     peace at home, seems to me a very extraordinary thing, and,
     I suppose, will do so to all that hear of it. While I
     attended the Convention at Edinburgh I complained often of
     many people being in arms without authority, which was
     notoriously known to be true; even the wild hill-men; and no
     summons to lay down arms under the pain of treason being
     given them, I thought it unsafe for me to remain longer
     among them. And because a few of my friends did me the
     favour to convey me out of the reach of these murderers, and
     that my Lord Livingstone and several other officers took
     occasion to come away at the same time, this must be called
     being in arms. We did not exceed the number allowed by the
     Meeting of Estates. My Lord Livingstone and I might have had
     each of us ten; and four or five officers that were in
     company might have had a certain number allowed them; which
     being, it will be found we exceeded not. I am sure it is far
     short of the number my Lord Lorn was seen to march with. And
     though I had gone away with some more than ordinary, who can
     blame me when designs of murdering me was made appear?
     Besides, it is known to everybody that, before we came
     within sixteen miles of this, my Lord Livingstone went off
     to his brother, my Lord Strathmore's, house; and most of the
     officers and several of the company went to their respective
     homes or relations. And, if any of them did me the favour to
     come along with me, must that be called being in arms? Sure,
     when your Grace represents this to the Meeting of the
     States, they will discharge such a groundless pursuit, and
     think my appearance before them unnecessary. Besides, though
     it were necessary for me to go and attend the meeting, I
     cannot come with freedom and safety, because I am informed
     there are men-of-war and foreign troops in the passage; and
     till I know what they are and what are their orders, the
     Meeting cannot blame me for not coming. Then, my Lord,
     seeing the summons has proceeded on a groundless story, I
     hope the Meeting of States will think it unreasonable I
     should leave my wife in the condition she is in. If there be
     anybody that, notwithstanding of all that is said, thinks I
     ought to appear, I beg the favour of a delay till my wife is
     brought to bed; and in the meantime I will either give
     security or parole not to disturb the peace. Seeing this
     pursuit is so groundless, and so reasonable things offered,
     and the Meeting composed of prudent men and men of honour,
     and your Grace presiding in it, I have no reason to fear
     further trouble.

     "I am, may it please your Grace, your most humble servant,

     "DUNDEE.

     "I beg your Grace will cause this read to the Meeting,
     because it is all the defence I have made. I sent another to
     your Grace from Dunblane with the reasons of my leaving
     Edinburgh. I know not if it be come to your hands."

The letter was read to the Convention on the following day, and on
Saturday, March 30th, John Graham, Viscount of Dundee, was proclaimed
traitor with all the usual ceremonies. Thrice was his name called within
the Parliament House, and thrice outside its doors, and thrice with
sound of trumpet at the market-cross of the good town of Edinburgh.

About the same time happened a still more untoward thing. James was now
in Ireland. He had learned how matters had gone in Scotland, and
conceived that the moment for action had come. A commission was
accordingly despatched to Dundee, constituting him Lieutenant-General
and Commander-in-Chief in Scotland, together with a letter in James's
own hand, informing him that five thousand foot and three hundred horse
would presently be at his disposal. There were letters also from Melfort
both to Dundee and Balcarres. Either by the folly or the knavery of the
messenger the papers fell into the hands of Hamilton, who read them to
the Convention. As usual, Melfort's letters were in the most foolish and
violent language. "You will ask no doubt," he wrote to Dundee, "how we
shall be able to pay our armies; but can you ask such a question while
our enemies, the rebels, have estates to be forfeited? We will begin
with the great and end with the small ones." To Balcarres he wrote in
the same strain. "The estates of the rebels will recompense us. You know
there were several lords whom we marked out, when you and I were
together, who deserved no better fate. When we get the power, we will
make these men hewers of wood and drawers of water." No man was
mentioned by name, so that each man was at liberty to take these threats
for himself. "You hear," cried Hamilton, "you hear, my lords and
gentlemen, our sentence pronounced. We must take our choice, to die, or
to defend ourselves." There was a terrible uproar, the new Whig recruits
being among the loudest in their exposition of the dangers to which
their love for their religion and their country was likely to expose
them. Leven was ordered with two hundred of his new regiment to arrest
both Dundee and Balcarres.[77] The latter was taken easily enough, and
clapped into the Tolbooth. But Dundee got wind of his danger, and was
off before the soldiers could reach Dudhope. He went northward still, to
Glen Ogilvy, his wife's jointure-house, in the parish of Glamis, not far
from the old historic castle of Macbeth; and thither Leven did not think
it prudent to pursue him.

FOOTNOTES:

[77] During the first alarm raised by Dundee's departure the Convention
had passed an order to raise and arm a regiment of eight hundred men,
and had given the command to Leven. It is said that the men were found
within two hours. See "An Account of the Proceedings of the Estates in
Scotland," London, 1689.




CHAPTER X.


Dundee had ridden out of Edinburgh with no clear plan of action before
him. Balcarres afterwards declared that his friend had no intention of
making for the Highlands till he learned that warrants were out for his
apprehension. Yet it is probable that the idea of a Highland campaign
had already begun to take shape in Dundee's mind before Mackay's advance
forced him over the Grampians. His orders were, in the event of the
Estates declaring for William, to keep quiet till the arrival of a
regular force from Ireland should enable him to take the field with some
chance of success. And, indeed, he had at that time no alternative. It
was clear to him that the game was lost in the Lowlands, but it was not
yet clear to him that anything was to be gained in the Highlands. The
example of his famous kinsman might indeed serve to fire both his
imagination and his ambition; but it could hardly serve to make him
hopeful of succeeding with the weapons which had failed Montrose. A few
thousand claymores would no doubt prove a useful supplement to the small
body of troops James might be able to spare from Ireland; but even a
mind so ardent and sanguine as Dundee's might well have shrank from
facing the chances of war with no other resources than a handful of
troopers and a rabble of half-armed, half-naked, and wholly
undisciplined savages. And in truth experience had shown that these
fierce and jealous spirits were little less dangerous as allies than as
enemies. Every clan had its hereditary feud, and no one could say that
on the day of battle the claymores might not be drawn against each other
instead of against the common foe. Branches even of the same stock did
not conceive themselves inevitably bound by the tie of blood, though it
was a claim never forgotten when it was convenient to make or allow it.
Sometimes a few of the smaller clans would make common cause against the
oppressions of a more powerful, or the cattle of a wealthier neighbour;
but it was rarely that friendship went beyond the conditions of an armed
neutrality. Though the feudal system had long prevailed in many parts of
the Highlands, it had never superseded the older patriarchal system. The
chief of the clan might pay homage to a great lord like Argyle or
Athole; but in the clan he was king, and his word was law. Moreover,
brave as the Highlanders undoubtedly were, they were not a warlike race.
They would rise to the signal of the fiery cross, without questioning
the cause; and they would on occasion fight for their own hand, for
revenge or plunder. But the long service of a regular war was little to
their taste. Of military science and military discipline they knew
nothing. To win the battle with the rush of the first onset, and when
the battle was won to make off to their homes with all the plunder they
could lay hands on,--this was their notion of warfare, and it was a
notion which the chiefs were too ignorant or too prudent to interfere
with. What chance could there be of inducing such spirits as these to
combine in one great confederacy, and to undertake a long and desperate
struggle for the sake of a king of whom the most part had never heard,
and of a cause which they could not understand?

But Dundee had learned something at Dunblane which had given him fresh
views. During the few hours he had passed there he had talked much with
a Highland gentleman, Alexander Drummond of Bahaldy, son-in-law to Sir
Ewan Cameron of Lochiel, the great chief of the clan Cameron. Drummond
told him that Lochiel had been busy all the winter among his neighbours,
that they were now ripe for war, and were only waiting a leader and some
succours of regular troops and ammunition; that James had been
communicated with, and had approved their plan in a letter written with
his own hand to Lochiel; and that an early day had been appointed for a
rendezvous of the clans in Lochaber, the headquarters of the Camerons.

It is now generally acknowledged that on this occasion, however it may
have been in the next century, the action of the Highland chiefs was not
inspired by devotion to the House of Stuart. Lochiel himself may indeed
have been moved by some personal consideration for the exiled King. He
had fought bravely under Montrose for Charles the First, and under
Middleton for Charles the Second. From the latter King he had received
more than one letter full of those flattering assurances Charles knew so
well how to make. By James he had been graciously welcomed at Whitehall,
and had received the honour of knighthood from the royal hand. He was
brave, wise, generous, and faithful, and, even in a less rude society
than that in which his lot was cast, his manners would have been called
agreeable and his education certainly not contemptible. But even
Lochiel's loyalty was not suffered to run counter to his interests. In
Lochaber the name of James was as nothing compared with the name of Evan
Dhu, and the law of the King of England gave place to the law of the
great Chief of the Camerons. As for the rest, the dispute between Whigs
and Jacobites was no more to them than the dispute between the Guelphs
and Ghibellines had been to their ancestors. They cared not the value of
a single sheep whether James or William sat on the throne of Great
Britain, so long as neither interfered with them. No later than the
previous year the authority of James had been insulted and his soldiers
beaten by one of these independent lordlings--Colin Macdonald of
Keppoch, familiarly known as Coll of the Cows, for his skill in tracking
his neighbour's cattle over the wildest mountains to the most secret
coverts.[78]

But for what loyalty to the House of Stuart was powerless to effect a
motive was found in the hatred to the House of Argyle. Nearly all the
chiefs of the Western Highlands were vassals to Mac Callum More, the
head of the great clan of Campbell. The numerous branches of the
Macdonalds, who had once been lords of the Hebrides and all the mountain
districts of Argyleshire and Invernessshire, the Camerons, the
Macnaghtens, the Macleans, the Stuarts of Appin, all these paid tribute
(it would be probably more correct to say owed tribute) to the Marquis
of Argyle, and all were ready to welcome any chance of freedom from that
odious bondage. The early loyalty of Lochiel had probably been as much
inspired by the fact that he was fighting against an Argyle as for a
Stuart, as it is possible had been the loyalty of Montrose himself. In
1685 he had cheerfully summoned his clan to repel the invasion of
another chief of that hated House; and now the Revolution had brought
back from exile yet another to exercise the old tyranny. This was enough
to make the Revolution a hateful thing in the eyes of Lochiel and his
neighbours. But it was also believed that James had conceived the idea
of buying up from the great Highland nobles their feudal rights over the
clans, and had only been prevented from carrying his idea into effect by
the Revolution. In the minds of these Western chiefs, then, William was
the oppressor and James the deliverer. Throughout the winter they had
watched eagerly for news from the South. At length they learned that the
Estates had declared for William; that their prime enemy was restored to
favour and power; and that Dundee, whose exploits against the party of
which for three generations an Argyle had been the acknowledged head
were well known to them, was an outlaw and a fugitive. In him they at
once recognised the leader for whom they waited. Drummond was
accordingly sent to invite him to their councils, and to promise that a
sufficient escort should be ready at the proper time to convey him to
the appointed meeting-place.

Meanwhile it had become necessary for Dundee to look to his own safety.
A more dangerous enemy than Leven was now in the field against him. As
soon as William had learned the decision of the Estates he had
despatched a body of troops into Scotland under General Mackay. Hugh
Mackay, of Scourie, was himself of a Highland stock. Like Dundee, he had
learned the art of war first in France, and afterwards in the Low
Countries, where he had risen to the command of the Scots Brigade, as
those regiments were called which upwards of a century before the new
Protestant enthusiasm of England had raised to support Holland against
the tyranny of Spain. He was a good man, a brave if not a dashing
soldier, a prudent tactician, and well skilled in all the machinery of
war.

Mackay at first contented himself with sending Livingstone and his
dragoons after Dundee, while he turned his attention to Gordon, who was
still maintaining some show of resistance in the castle. But Livingstone
was too late. He found the nest warm, but the bird had flown. Dundee had
gone northwards over the Grampians into the Gordons' country, where the
Earl of Dunfermline, the Duke's brother-in-law, at once joined him with
a most welcome addition to his little band of troopers. Mackay foresaw
that the Highlands were to be the real scene of operations, and that no
danger need be apprehended from the vapouring Gordon. He sent word,
therefore, to Livingstone to await him in Dundee, and marched himself
for that place with some two hundred of his own brigade and one hundred
and twenty of Lord Colchester's dragoons.[79]

It is as difficult for the reader to follow Dundee through these April
days as Mackay found it. In the sounding hexameters of the "Grameis,"
his movements are indeed described with more labour than lucidity; but
at this early stage of the campaign it is not necessary to track him
over every mountain and river, and by every town and castle.[80] It will
be enough to say that in an incredibly short space of time he beat up
for recruits the greater part of the counties of Aberdeen, Inverness,
and Perth, while the bewildered Mackay, whose training and troops were
alike unfitted to this sort of campaigning, toiled after him in vain. He
also found time for a flying visit to Dudhope, where his wife had been
safely delivered of a son. He can have stayed with her but a day at
most; and when he left her, he was to see her face no more.

From Dudhope Dundee crossed the Grampians again for Inverness. Here it
had been arranged for him to meet Keppoch and the promised escort of
Highlanders. And here, accordingly, he found them; but he also found a
state of things which gave him a lively foretaste of the character and
conduct of his new allies.

Between the clan of Macdonald and the clan of Mackintosh there had
existed for many centuries a deadly feud, the exact origin of which had
long been lost in the mists of fable. On the other hand, a good
understanding had long existed between the Mackintoshes and the town of
Inverness. Though the town in those days consisted only of some five
hundred mean buildings surrounded by a crazy wall, the busy little
colony of artisans which inhabited it, and the occasional visit of a
trading vessel to its port, had invested it among the Highlanders with
the reputation of vast wealth. Here was an opportunity for gratifying
his love of revenge and his love of plunder which Keppoch was not the
man to lose. He advanced through the territory of the Mackintoshes,
harrying and burning as he marched, up to the walls of Inverness. For
two days he lay before its crazy gates threatening fire and sword, while
the burghers mustered to arms within, and the ministers exhorted them
from the market-place. Such was the state of affairs Dundee found when
he and his troopers rode into the Highland camp on the first day of May.

Keppoch tried to excuse himself. The town, he said, owed him money, and
he sought only to recover his own. On the other hand, the magistrates
said that he had forced them to promise him four thousand marks. Dundee
answered that Keppoch had no warrant from him to be in arms, much less
to plunder. But it was not yet safe for him with his handful of horse to
use such brave language to the chief at the head of his eight hundred
claymores. He therefore temporised. By his advice the magistrates agreed
to pay two thousand dollars: half of this sum was raised on the spot
with some difficulty: for the other half Dundee gave his bond to
Keppoch. He also promised the magistrates that, when James was restored
to his throne, the money should be refunded to them. Dundee had saved
the town, but for the present he had lost his allies. Keppoch and his
thieves, laden with the silver of Inverness and the cattle of the
Mackintoshes, retired in dudgeon to their mountains.

But Dundee was destined to achieve something before he joined the muster
at Lochaber. After he had parted from Keppoch he turned westward down
the valley of the Ness, by the noble castle of Glengarry, which
Cumberland destroyed after Culloden, by Kilcummin, where Fort Augustus
now stands, memorable in his eyes as the spot whence Montrose had led
the clans to break the power of the Campbells at Inverlochy, and so
southwards again through the forest of Badenoch to the Tay. As he was
painfully toiling through this vast and rugged recruiting-ground word
was brought to him that a regiment of cavalry was being raised in Perth
under the auspices of the Laird of Blair, a rich and powerful gentleman
who had married into Hamilton's family. He determined on a bold stroke.
He was sorely in need of powder, provisions, money, and especially of
fresh mounts for his troopers, the long rapid marches, cold weather, and
scanty forage having reduced his horses to a very sorry plight. In Perth
he might lay hands on all these, and possibly on a few recruits into the
bargain. He was in Blair when the messengers found him on May 10th. With
his handful of sabres he swooped down on Dunkeld, which he reached just
in time to relieve a tax-collector of the dues he had been successfully
raising for William. At Dunkeld he rested his men till nightfall, and
then rode straight for Perth. At two o'clock in the morning he entered
the city, surprised Blair and his lieutenant, Pollock, in their beds,
collected forty horses, a store of arms and powder, some provisions, and
some of the public money, and was off again with his booty and his
prisoners before the startled citizens had fairly realised the weakness
of their invaders. He recrossed the Tay, and halted at Scone to refresh
himself and his men at the charges of Lord Stormont, an involuntary act
of hospitality on the latter's part for which he had some trouble to
excuse himself in Edinburgh.[81]

While in the wilds of Badenoch Dundee had received another message which
had interested him much. In the dragoons now under Livingstone's command
were several of Dunmore's old officers still well affected to James.
Chief among these were William Livingstone,[82] a relation of the
colonel, and that Captain Creichton of whom mention has been already
made. While lying in garrison at Dundee Creichton found means to get
secretly into Dudhope, and to assure Lady Dundee that he and many of his
comrades were only waiting an opportunity to join her husband. She sent
off word of this to the wanderer, who managed to convey an assurance to
Creichton of his plans, and of the strength of the reinforcements he
expected from Ireland. On their landing, he added, he should expect the
dragoons to join him.

This note was received by Creichton from the hands of a ragged
Highlander two days after he had marched with a part of his regiment to
join Mackay at Inverness. Could he have waited a little longer he would
have seen his correspondent in person. On the afternoon of Monday, May
13th, the inhabitants of the town which had given this terrible
Claverhouse his title saw to their amazement the crest of the high
ground to the north glittering with steel-clad riders. At the same time
Lord Rollo, who was camped outside the walls with some new levies of
horse, came flying through the gates with the news that Dundee was upon
them. The drums beat to arms: the gates were closed; and barricades
hastily thrown up in the principal streets, while the citizens crowded
on the walls to stare at the audacious foe.

It is possible that Dundee, who was ignorant of Creichton's departure,
thought that his appearance might bring the dragoons over to his side at
once. But the officer who was then in command kept his troops quiet; and
after manoeuvring his men up to the very walls of the town Dundee drew
off as night fell to Glen Ogilvy.[83] It is impossible that even he can
have conceived the idea of a serious attack on the place; and the story
of his actually entering and plundering the town is certainly
apocryphal, though his men very probably made free with Rollo's camp.

Meanwhile Mackay at Inverness was busy in his turn among the clans.
Lochiel had only sent the cross round among those chiefs who, like him,
hated the Campbells. Dundee had gone further afield, but had not been
successful. The gratitude of the Mackintoshes was not enough to do more
than keep them neutral,--which was perhaps fortunate, for had they
joined the muster at Lochaber they would inevitably have been at blows
with the Macdonalds before a day had passed. The Macphersons also kept
aloof, and the Macleods. Mackay's invitations were received with the
same indifference. Some of the Grants, whose chief had suffered under
the late Government for his allegiance to Argyle, joined him; and from
the northern shires of Ross and Sutherland a few Mackays came to fight
for a captain of their own blood. But the two sources on which the
Government had mainly relied for help were both found wanting. The
Campbells had suffered so severely from the invasion of Athole in the
previous year that Argyle found it impossible to rally them in time to
be of service in the present campaign. The Covenanters, though hailing
the rule of William as a deliverance from the rule of James, were
persuaded by their ministers that it was a sin to take military service,
even against the abhorred Dundee, with men whose orthodoxy was, to say
the least, not above suspicion. Seaforth, Lovat, Breadalbane, and the
other great lords of the east and south Highlands, would not bid their
vassals arm for either side. Athole had indeed once more professed
allegiance to the new order, but while affairs were still in an
uncertain state he would not commit himself to any decisive action. It
was clear to Mackay that the name of William was no name to charm with
in Scotland, and that the most he could hope to effect was to prevent a
general rising of the clans for James. The sagacious Tarbat had already
pointed out to him how this might be done. Five thousand pounds, he
said, would be ample to satisfy all Argyle's claims upon the chiefs who
owed him vassalage. If these claims were satisfied, and the clans
assured that under William they would secure the freedom they had hoped
for from James, though it might not be possible to persuade them to
fight for the former, not a single claymore would follow Dundee to the
field for the latter. William was now induced to try the experiment. But
by a blunder so extraordinary as to suggest treachery somewhere, the
agent entrusted to manage the affair was himself a Campbell. The chiefs
naturally refused to listen to such a messenger, and treated all
subsequent overtures with a contemptuous refusal or a still more
contemptuous silence. It is not certain that any money was actually
expended; but if so, it is very certain that not a penny of it went to
any Cameron or Macdonald.

Dundee had now reached Lochaber, where he was cordially welcomed by
Lochiel, and lodged in a building close to the chief's own house, a rude
structure of pine-wood, but in his men's eyes a magnificent palace. The
clans had proved true to their tryst. Every Cameron who could wield a
broadsword was there. From the wild peaks of Corryarrick and Glen Garry,
from the dark passes of Glencoe and the storm-beaten islands of the
western seas, the men of Macdonald came trooping in. Sir John of Duart
brought a strong gathering of Macleans from Mull, promising that more of
the name were on the road. Young Stewart of Appin had led his little
band from the shores of Loch Finnhe. The Macnaghtens were there from the
very heart of the great enemy's country, where the hated towers of
Inverary cast their shadow on the waters of Loch Fyne. Fraser of Foyers
and Grant of Urquhart, disregarding the action of their respective
chiefs, each brought a small following of his own vassals.

It is impossible to calculate the exact force which, at any time during
his short campaign, Dundee had at his disposal. But the number of
claymores which this first muster brought to Lochaber cannot have been
less than two thousand. Besides these, there was his little body of
cavalry, some fifty sabres in all, partly composed of his own troopers,
and partly of Dunfermline's followers. That nobleman and Lord Dunkeld
were of the party. Dundee's own brother, too, seems to have been with
him, and a member of the Duntroon branch of the Grahams. Certain
gentlemen from the Lowlands had also joined him: Sir Alexander James of
Coxtone, Sir Archibald Kennedy of Cullean, Hallyburton of Pitcur, Murray
of Abercairny, and others.

Still there was no sign from Ireland, and Dundee hesitated to take the
field against Mackay with such capricious and irregular allies. He did
not doubt the courage of his Highlanders, but he had grave doubts of
their obedience. That they would fight bravely when it was their cue to
fight, he knew well; but he was much less confident that they would take
their cue from him. He had at first conceived the idea of putting them
through some course of military training, but Lochiel urged so many and
such weighty reasons against it that he gave up the plan. "There is not
time," said the sagacious old chief, "for our men to learn your method
of warfare. They would merely unlearn their own. This is one which must
seem strange to your notions of war; but it is one which they thoroughly
understand, and which makes them, when led by such a general as you, a
match for the most practised veterans. Think of what they did under
Montrose, and be sure that they will show the same courage and win as
great victories under you." It, therefore, became more than ever
necessary that the promised succours should be no longer delayed. Some
regular troops, however few, would serve both as a rallying-point and as
an example to the Highlanders. And, indeed, it had been only on the
promise of such support that Lochiel had induced the chiefs to arm.
Dundee sent letter after letter to Ireland full of cheerful accounts of
the good promise of affairs, but urging the instant despatch of troops,
together with a store of money, ammunition, and all the other
necessaries for an army about to take the field, of which there was, in
truth, a most plentiful lack in Lochaber. There were not above fifty
pounds of powder in the camp; and though the Highland fashion was to
trust more to the cold steel than the bullet, powder was a necessity of
war that could not well be altogether dispensed with. Dundee also urged
upon Melfort the good effect James' own presence would have upon his
Scottish allies. If that could not be managed, he said, at least let him
send the Duke of Berwick. There was no petty jealousy in Dundee's
character. He would have cheerfully put himself under the command of any
man if by so doing he were likely to further the cause he had at heart.
But no answer came to these appeals. In one of the last letters Dundee
wrote, he reminds Melfort that for three months he had received not a
single line from him or from James.

Meanwhile, his tact, his good temper, courtesy, and liberality had won
the hearts of his new allies. With the money he had brought with him
from the Lowlands, and the supplies his wife and some of his friends
were able occasionally to send him, he contrived to maintain an
establishment that was at least superior to anything which most of his
new friends were accustomed to. Every day he entertained some of the
chiefs at his table. He made himself acquainted with the faces and names
of the principal tacksmen of each clan, and mastered a few words of
Gaelic to enable him to address and return salutations. In the field he
lived no better than the meanest of his men, sharing their coarse food
and hard lodging, and often marching on foot by their side over the
roughest country and in the wildest weather. His powers of endurance
extorted the wonder even of those sturdy mountaineers who had been
inured from childhood to the extremes of hunger and fatigue. More than a
century after his death it was still told with admiration how once,
after chasing Mackay from dawn to sunset of a summer's day over the
ruggedest part of the Athole country, he had spent the night in writing,
only resting his head occasionally on his hands to snatch a few moments
of sleep. Among the Camerons he was always spoken of as the General, and
honoured next to Lochiel himself. At the same time, he was careful to
maintain his authority and to exact the respect due to his position. He
knew well that among those lawless spirits he who would be obeyed must
be feared. On one occasion he administered a public rebuke to the
arch-thief, Keppoch, who had found time for another raid on the
Mackintoshes. In the presence of all the chiefs Dundee told the offender
that he would sooner serve in the ranks of a disciplined regiment than
command men who were no better than common robbers; that he would
countenance such outrages no more, nor any longer keep in his army those
who disgraced the King's cause by their private quarrels. Keppoch, who
would infallibly have struck his dirk into any other man who had used
such language to him, attempted some lame excuses, muttered an apology,
and ended by promising for the future neither he nor any of his men
would stir a foot save at the General's command. There is no stronger
proof of Dundee's genius and capacity for affairs than the singular
influence he was able in a few short weeks to gain over men who could
not speak his language and who hated his race. When on the dark day of
Culloden the wavering clans looked in vain to their Prince, an old
chief, who had heard his father talk of Ian Dhu Cean (Black John, the
Warrior), exclaimed in a passion of rage and grief, "Oh, for an hour of
Dundee!"

But loth as he was to engage Mackay with the Highlanders alone, Dundee
knew that he could not hope to keep them long together inactive.
Provisions were running short. If they could not harry James's enemies,
they would make free with their own. Dundee was particularly anxious to
give no cause of offence to those clans whose neutrality he hoped to be
able to turn into friendship. Already a serious prospect of disunion had
threatened the little army. A party of the Camerons had made a raid on
the Grants, in which a Macdonald of Glengarry had been killed. The man
had become affiliated to the Grants, and had refused to join the muster
of his own tribe. He had therefore forfeited all the right of clanship.
Yet Glengarry, as much perhaps from policy as from any overpowering
sense of kinship, demanded vengeance; and it needed all the combined
tact of Dundee and Lochiel to prevent him from drawing out his men to
attack the Camerons. When, therefore, Dundee learned that Mackay had
left Inverness to join some reinforcements from Edinburgh, he determined
on action.

The troops Mackay expected to find in Badenoch were six hundred men of
his own Scots Brigade under Colonel Ramsay. Ruthven Castle on the Spey
was the place of meeting, and May 26th the time. But Ramsay had been
detained in Edinburgh by an alarm of an invasion from France, and it was
not till the 27th that he entered the Athole country. Here he learned
that Dundee was on the march to meet him. The population did not seem
friendly: he could get no news of Mackay; and on the whole he judged it
prudent to retire to Perth. That he might do this with more speed he
blew up his ammunition train, to prevent it falling into Dundee's hands.
Mackay, who, as soon as he learned that Ramsay was fairly on the road,
had marched with all speed from Inverness, was too late to save Ruthven
Castle. It had been surrendered by the governor, Captain Forbes, on the
29th, and reduced to a heap of ruins.

This was the beginning of a series of marches and counter-marches on the
part of the two generals, which lasted far into June, without any
advantage on either side. On one occasion a party of the Macleans of
Lochbuy, marching to join Dundee in Badenoch, came to blows with some of
Livingstone's dragoons; and there were other skirmishes, of no material
result, at none of which was either general present in person. More than
once Dundee was in striking distance of Mackay; but he never found
himself in a position to engage with sufficient assurance of victory. A
defeat he dared not risk; and even victory, unless complete enough to
need no second blow, had its dangers. An army which considered the safe
storage of his booty as the first duty of a successful soldier could not
safely be trusted to make good the result of a doubtful battle. And in
fact he found his forces each day diminishing as food became more scarce
in those barren wilds, or as some lucky raid necessitated a departure
for home with the prize. At length, wisely determining to sanction what
he could not prevent, and feeling that even his iron frame and dauntless
spirit were in need of rest, Dundee dismissed the clans for the present,
on their giving a promise to join him again when he should require them.
Keeping only some two hundred of the Macleans with him, he returned to
his old quarters, on the pressing invitation of Lochiel, who swore to
him that while there was a cow in Lochaber neither he nor his men should
want. Mackay did not attempt to follow him. At such a game of
hide-and-seek he saw that his men were no match for the active
light-marching Highlanders. He accordingly put garrisons into certain
fortified parts of Invernessshire and Perthshire, sent the rest into
quarters, and himself repaired to Edinburgh.

From the middle of June to the end of July the war therefore languished.
But Dundee was not idle. The arts of diplomacy were as familiar to him
as the arts of war. He still maintained an active correspondence with
the neutral chiefs, and kept Melfort well informed of all he had done
and proposed to do for his master's service. I shall conclude this
chapter with an extract from the last despatch he sent to Ireland. It is
long; but it gives so graphic an account of his proceedings since the
muster at Lochaber, of the state of the country, and the relative
positions and prospects of the two parties, that its length may be
excused. It also shows, what one would not perhaps have otherwise
surmised, that the writer had some little touch of humour. The letter is
dated from Moy, in Lochaber, June 27th, 1689. I omit the first part,
which seems to refer to some complaints Melfort had made of his having
been ill-spoken of by Dundee.

     "My Lord, I have given the King, in general, account of
     things here; but to you I will be more particular. As to
     myself, I have sent you it at large. You may by it
     understand a little of the state of the country.[84] You
     will see there, when I had a sure advantage I endeavoured to
     profit on it; but on the other hand, shunned to hazard
     anything for fear of a ruffle. For the least of that would
     have discouraged all. I thought if I could gain time, and
     keep up a figure of a party without loss, it was my best
     till we got assistance, which the enemy got from England
     every day. I have told the King I had neither commission,
     money, nor ammunition. My brother-in-law and my wife found
     ways to get credit.[85] For my own nobody durst pay to a
     traitor. I was extremely surprised when I saw Mr. Drummond,
     the advocate, in Highland habit, come up to Lochaber to me,
     and gave account that the Queen had sent 2,000_l._ sterling
     to London, to be paid to me for the King's service, and that
     two more was a-coming. I did not know the Queen had known
     anything of our affairs. I received a very obliging letter
     from her with Mr. Crane, but I know no way to make a return.
     However, when the money comes, I shall keep count of it and
     employ it right. But I am feared it will be hard to bring it
     from Edinburgh.

     "When we came first out I had but fifty pounds of powder.
     More I could not get. All the great towns and seaports were
     in rebellion, and had seized the powder, and would sell
     none. But I had one advantage--the Highlanders will not fire
     above once, and then take to the broadsword.

     "But I wonder, above all things, that in three months I
     never heard from you, seeing by Mr. Hay I had so earnestly
     recommended it to you, and told of this way by Inverlochy as
     sure. If you could not have sent expresses, we thought you
     would at least have hastened the dispatch of those we sent.
     McSwyne has now been away near two months, and we know not
     if the coast be clear or not. However, I have ventured to
     advise Mr. Hay to return straight, and not go further in the
     country. He came not here until the 22nd, and they
     surrendered on the 13th.[86] It was not Mr. Hay's fault he
     was so long of coming, for there has been two English
     men-of-war and the Glasgow frigates amongst the islands till
     of late. For the rest of the letters I undertook to get them
     delivered. Most of the persons to whom they are directed are
     either put in bond, or in prisons, or gone out of the
     kingdom. The Advocate is gone to England, a very honest man,
     firm beyond belief,[87] and Athole is gone too, who did not
     know what to do. Earl Hume, who is very frank, is taken
     prisoner to Edinburgh, but will be let out on security. Earl
     Breadalbane keeps close in a strong house he has, and
     pretends the gout. Earl Errol stays at home. So does
     Aberdeen. Earl Marischal is at Edinburgh, but does not
     meddle. Earl Lauderdale is right, and at home. The Bishops?
     I know not where they are! They are now the Kirk invisible.
     I will be forced to open the letter, and send copies
     attested to them, and keep the original till I can find out
     our Primate. The poor ministers are sorely oppressed over
     all. They generally stand right. Duke Queensberry was present
     at the Cross when their new mock king was proclaimed, and, I
     hear, voted for him, though not for the throne vacant. His
     brother, the Lieutenant-General, some say is made an earl.
     He is come down to Edinburgh, and is gone up again. He is
     the old man, and has abused [deceived] me strangely. For he
     swore to me to make amends. Tarbat is a great villain.
     Besides what he has done at Edinburgh, he has endeavoured to
     seduce Lochiel by offers of money which is under his hand.
     He is now gone up to secure his faction (which is melting),
     the two Dalrymples and others, against Skelmorly, Polwart,
     Cardross, Ross, and others, now joined with that worthy
     prince, Duke Hamilton. Marquis Douglas is now a great knave,
     as well as beast, as is Glencairn, Morton, and Eglinton.
     And even Cassilis is gone astray, misled by Gibby.[88]
     Panmure keeps right and at home. So does Strathmore,
     Southesk, and Kinnaird. Old Airlie is at Edinburgh under
     caution. So is Balcarres and Dunmore. Stormont is declared
     fugitive for not appearing. All these will break out, and
     many more, when the King lands, or any from him. Most of the
     gentry on this side the Forth, and many on the other, will
     do so too. But they suffer mightily in the meantime, and
     will be forced to submit if there be not relief sent very
     soon. The Duke of Gordon, they say, wanted nothing for
     holding out but hopes of relief. Earl of Dunfermline stays
     constantly with me, and so does Dunkeld, Pitcur, and many
     other gentlemen, who really deserve well, for they suffer
     great hardships. When the troops land, there must be blank
     commissions sent for horse and foot for them, and others
     that will join. There must be a Commission of Justiciary, to
     judge all but landed men. For there should be examples made
     of some who cannot be judged by a council of war. They take
     our people, and hang them up, by their new sheriffs, when
     they find them straggling.[89]

     "My Lord, I have given my opinion to the King concerning the
     landing. I would first have a good party sent over to
     Inverlochy; about five or six thousand, as you have
     convenience of boats; of which as many horse as conveniently
     can. About six or eight hundred would do well, but rather
     more. For had I had horse, for all that yet appeared I would
     not have feared them. Inverlochy is safe landing, far from
     the enemy, and one may choose, from thence, to go to Moray
     by Inverness, or to Angus by Athole, or to Perth by Glencoe,
     and all tolerable ways. The only ill is the passage is long
     by sea, and inconvenient because of the island; but in this
     season that is not to be feared. So soon as the boats
     return, let them ferry over as many more foot as they think
     fit to the point of Kintyre, which will soon be done; and
     then the King has all the boats for his own landing. I
     should march towards Kintyre, and meet, at the neck of
     Tarbet, the foot, and so march to raise the country, and
     then towards the passes of Forth to meet the King, where I
     doubt not but we would be numerous.

     "I have done all I can to make them believe the King will
     land altogether in the west, on purpose to draw their troops
     from the north, that we may easier raise the country if the
     landing be here. I have said so, and written it to
     everybody; and particularly I sent some proclamations to my
     Lady Errol, and wrote to her to that purpose, which was
     intercepted and carried to Edinburgh, and my Lady taken
     prisoner. I believe it has taken the effect I designed; for
     the forces are marched out of Kintyre, and I am just now
     informed Major-General Mackay is gone from Inverness by
     Moray, towards Edinburgh. I know not what troops he has
     taken with him as yet; but it is thought he will take the
     horse and dragoons (except a few) and most of the standing
     forces; which, if he do, it will be a rare occasion for
     landing here, and for raising the country. Then, when they
     hear of that, they will draw this way, which will again
     favour the King's landing. Some think Ely a convenient place
     for landing, because you have choice of what side, and the
     enemy cannot be on both. Others think the nearer Galloway
     the better, because the rebels will have far to march before
     they can trouble you. Others think Kirkcudbright or
     thereabouts, because of that sea for ships, and that it is
     near England. Nobody expects any landing here now, because
     it is thought you will alter the design, it having been
     discovered. And to friends and all I give out I do not
     expect any.

     "So I am extremely of opinion this would be an extreme
     proper place, unless you be so strong that you need not care
     where to land. The truth is, I do not admire their mettle.
     The landing of troops will confound them terribly. I had
     almost forgot to tell you that the Prince of Orange, as they
     say, has written to his Scotch Council, telling them he will
     not have his troops any more harassed following me through
     the hills, but orders them to draw to the West, where, he
     says, a great army is to land; and, at the same time, gives
     them accounts that eight sail of men-of-war is coming from
     Brest, with fifteen thousand men on board. He knows not
     whether they are designed for England or Ireland. I beg you
     will send an express before, whatever you do, that I may
     know how to take my measures; and if the express that comes
     knows nothing, I am sure it shall not be discovered for me.
     I have told Mr. Hay nothing of this proposal, nor no man. If
     there come any party this way, I beg you send me ammunition,
     and three or four thousand arms of different sorts--some
     horse, some foot.

     "I have just now received a confirmation of Mackay's going
     south, and that he takes with him all the horse and
     dragoons, and all the standing foot. By which I conclude,
     certainly, they are preparing against the landing in the
     west. I entreat to hear from you as soon as possible; and
     am, in the old manner, most sincerely, for all Carleton can
     say, my lord, your most humble and faithful servant,

     "DUNDEE."

It appears by a postscript added on the following day, that before
Dundee's messenger left Lochaber letters had arrived from Melfort. They
seem to have been again full of complaints of the hard things said about
him, and of the undeserved dislike with which all classes in Scotland
seemed to regard him. But of help there was no more than the usual
vague promises, and glowing accounts of apocryphal successes in Ireland.
Dundee congratulated the Secretary on their master's good fortune,
diplomatically fenced with the question of unpopularity, and reiterated
his appeal for succour.

     "For the number" [he wrote], "I must leave [that] to the
     conveniency you have. The only inconveniency of the delay
     is, that the honest suffer extremely in the low country in
     the time, and I dare not go down for want of horse; and, in
     part, for fear of plundering all, and so making enemies,
     having no pay. I wonder you send no ammunition, were it but
     four or five barrels. For we have not twenty pounds."

FOOTNOTES:

[78] The passage in which Macaulay has explained the condition and
sentiment of the Highlanders at this time, will be familiar to every
reader. What may be less familiar is a pamphlet entitled "Remarks on
Colonel Stewart's Sketches of the Highlanders," published at Edinburgh
in 1823, the year after Stewart's book.

[79] Now the Third Dragoon Guards.

[80] In Napier's third volume will be found many translations in prose
from this poem, from which I have taken a few touches.

[81] Napier (iii. 552, note) quotes the following minute in the records
of the Estates:--"13th May, 1689: A missive letter from the Viscount of
Stormont to the President was read, bearing that the Viscount Dundee had
forced his dinner from him at his house of Scone, on Saturday last, and
therefore desiring that his intercommuning with him, being involuntary,
might be excused." He was cited, however as a delinquent, together with
his father-in-law, Scott of Scotstarvet and his uncle, Sir John Murray
of Drumcairn (a Lord of Session), who had also to assist at the
involuntary banquet. Throughout his short campaign Dundee was careful
never to take a penny from the pocket of any private person. He
considered, he said, that he was justified in appropriating the King's
money to the King's use.

[82] Creichton calls him Lord Kilsyth, but he had not then succeeded to
the title. He is the same who afterwards married Lady Dundee.

[83] It is doubtful who this officer was. Mackay, in his memoirs, says
it was William Livingstone, calling him either a coward or a traitor for
not showing fight. If Livingstone it was, he may not have felt sure
enough of the men who were left with him to join Dundee in so open a
manner, and to fight was not his cue. But another account puts one
Captain Balfour in command. The whole account of the affair is even more
confused than are most of Dundee's exploits. But that he did make a
demonstration of some sort against the town is proved by the Minutes of
the Estates.

[84] None of his previous despatches from the Highlands are in
existence.

[85] Robert Young of Auldbar had married Dundee's youngest sister, Anne.

[86] The Duke of Gordon surrendered the Castle of Edinburgh on June
13th, after a resistance which towards the end assumed the character
almost of a burlesque.

[87] Sir George Mackenzie.

[88] Gilbert Burnet, the bishop. His wife was a sister of Lord Cassilis.

[89] On Dundee's retreat from Badenoch, some of his men who had
straggled for plunder had been caught and hung by Gordon of Edenglassie,
Sheriff of Banff.




CHAPTER XI.


Mackay had now decided on a new plan of campaign. He would apply to the
service of war a device employed by the Highlanders in the chase, and
put in practice against them their own tactics of the tinchel.[90] A
chain of fortified posts was to be established among the Grampians, and
at various commanding points in Invernessshire. On the west a strong
garrison was to be placed in the castle of Inverlochy, the northernmost
point of Argyle's country overlooking the stronghold of the Camerons. A
small fleet of armed frigates drawing a light draft was to cruise off
the western coasts, and to watch those dangerous islands whence issued
the long war-galleys of the Macdonalds and the Macleans. Stores and
transport enough to keep a considerable force in the field for one month
was to be collected; and a skilled body of pioneers, equipped with all
the tools necessary for road-making, was to accompany the column.

Having already sketched out this plan in a letter to Hamilton, Mackay
was in hopes to find on his arrival in Edinburgh that measures had been
begun to put it into operation. He was grievously disappointed. He found
nothing but quarrels and intrigues in the Parliament House and out of
it. Each man was too intent on out-manoeuvring his neighbour in the
great struggle for place, to spare a thought for a foe who was happily
separated from them by a vast barrier of mountains and many hundreds of
miles of barren moorland, deep waters, and dense forests. He saw that
his plan for subduing the warriors of the Highlands must wait till the
Lowland politicians were at leisure to listen to him; yet he determined
to return to his duty, and to do his best with such means as he could
find or make for himself. It was possible that Argyle might now have
sufficiently repaired his affairs to be able to render some assistance
from the West; and there was an ally in Perthshire who might, if he
would, prove of even more value than Argyle.[91]

Lord Murray, Athole's eldest son, had, unlike his father, made up his
mind early in the Revolution and kept to it. But it happened that there
was one now in possession of Blair Castle who had also chosen his side
with equal resolution. Athole had slunk off to England, leaving his
castle and his vassals to the charge of his agent, Stewart of Ballechin.
Ballechin was a sturdy Jacobite; and though he had not yet dared to arm
the Athole men for James, he had managed on more than one occasion to do
timely service to Dundee. Blair was one of the most important posts in
the proposed line of garrisons. It commanded on one side the only road
by which troops could march from the low country of Perth into the
Highlands, and on the other the passes leading to the Spey and the Dee.
Whoever held Blair practically held the key of the Highlands. Mackay
therefore urged Murray, who was then in Edinburgh, to get rid of this
unjust steward and make sure of so valuable a stronghold for the
Government. Murray promised to do what he could. He did not profess to
be very sanguine of persuading the men of Athole to fight for William;
but for the castle, he could not suppose that Ballechin would dare to
shut the gates of his own father's house against him. "Keep the Athole
men from joining Dundee," said Mackay, "and that is all I ask, or can
expect from your father's son." He pressed Murray to start at once for
Blair, promising to follow as soon as he could collect the necessary
force of troops and stores.

It was tedious work preparing for a campaign in Edinburgh, where, nobody
feeling himself in immediate danger, nobody was concerned to guard
against it. Mackay was detained longer than he had expected, and before
he could take the field bad news had come down from Perthshire.
Ballechin was strongly entrenched in Blair, and resolute not to budge an
inch. The Athole men had gathered readily enough to their young lord's
summons; but when they found he had summoned them to fight for King
William they had gone off in a body shouting for King James.[92] And
there was yet worse news. The fiery cross was speeding once more through
the Western Highlands. There could be no doubt that Ballechin was acting
under orders from Dundee. A few men had stayed with Murray, and with
these he proposed to watch the castle and the pass till Mackay should
come. But the clans were mustering fast. Dundee himself was said to be
in the neighbourhood. Unless troops could be brought up at once, Blair
would be irretrievably lost, and the key of the Highlands in the hands
of Dundee.

Dundee was in the neighbourhood. He was at Struan, close to Blair,
whence he wrote more than one letter to Murray, using every argument he
could think likely to influence the interests or the prejudices of
Athole's son. Professing to be convinced that Murray was really for
James, though doubtful about the time for declaring himself, he declared
that he had only sent help to Ballechin to keep the rebels at bay till
Murray was able to act as his principles and education would naturally
suggest. The King, he said, had seen the mistakes into which Melfort had
hurried him. He had now given his word to secure the Protestant
religion as by law established, to allow full liberty of conscience to
all dissenters, and to grant a general pardon for all except those who
had been actively engaged in dethroning him. What more might be
necessary to satisfy the people, Dundee begged Murray to let him know.
The King was particularly anxious for advice on these points, and ready
to go all reasonable lengths; and Murray, he well knew, would advise
nothing unreasonable. No more was to be feared from Melfort, who had
promised to forgive all old quarrels, and even to resign his office
rather than force himself upon those who were unwilling to receive him.
Finally (keeping to the last the most powerful argument he could
devise), he declared that it was now in Murray's power to "have the
honour of the whole turn of the King's affairs." Murray would make no
answer, refused to see Dundee's messengers, and sent all his letters on
to Mackay.[93]

Dundee knew the importance of Blair as well as Mackay. As soon as he
heard from Ballechin of Murray's action, he threw a garrison into the
castle, and sent signal to the clans to join him at once. The time was
short: too short even to muster all the outlying Camerons. Some days
must elapse before he could expect to see round him such a force as he
had commanded two months earlier, and every hour was precious. Lochiel
urged him to march at once for Blair with such forces as were at hand,
promising to follow with the rest. But Dundee was loth to advance
without Lochiel. He relied much on the old chief's sagacity and
experience, on his knowledge of the Highland character, and his tact in
managing it: without his counsel and support he did not feel even now
certain of his quarrelsome captains. He prayed Lochiel, therefore, to
come with him, leaving his son to bring on the late musters.

As they marched through Badenoch they were joined by the long-promised
succours from Ireland--three hundred ragged Irish recruits, half
starved, badly armed, and entirely ignorant of war. Their leader was an
officer named Cannon, who bore a commission from James giving him rank
next to Dundee, a position which neither his abilities nor his
experience entitled him to hold in such an army. Some stores of powder
and food had been sent with them; but the vessels containing them had,
through Cannon's negligence, been taken in the Hebrides by English
cruisers. Dundee had neither powder nor food to spare. There had been no
time to collect provisions; and for many days past his officers had
eaten no bread and drunk nothing but water. The great promises of help
on which the Highlanders had so confidently relied, on the assurance of
which they had taken the field, and for which their general had
repeatedly given his own word, had shrunk to this--three hundred empty
mouths to feed, and three hundred useless hands to arm.[94]

And now word came that Mackay was approaching. He had marched by way of
Stirling to Perth, at which place he had appointed his muster. At
Stirling he had found six troops of dragoons, which he had ordered to
follow him to Perth. On July 26th he was at Dunkeld, where he received
word from Murray of Dundee's arrival at Blair, but not the dragoons he
was expecting from Stirling. His own cavalry consisted of but two
troops, chiefly composed of new levies. He dared no longer trust
Livingstone's dragoons in the face of the enemy. Half of the officers he
had been obliged to send under guard to Edinburgh as traitors: the rest
of the regiment was out of harm's way in quarters at Inverness. The
horses of Colchester's men were in such a plight after their marches
among the Grampians that they could not carry a saddle. Mackay knew well
how important cavalry was to the work before him. A mounted soldier was
the one antagonist a Highlander feared; and his fear was much the same
superstitious awe that a century and a half earlier the hordes of
Montezuma had felt for the armoured horsemen of Cortez. But the messages
from Murray were urgent, and he dared not delay. At break of day on
Saturday, the 27th, he marched out from Dunkeld for the glen of
Killiecrankie.

His force, according to his own calculation, was between three and four
thousand strong; but barely one half of these were seasoned troops.
There was the Scots Brigade, indeed, of three regiments, his own,
Balfour's, and Ramsay's. But before despatching them to Scotland William
had ordered them to be carefully weeded of all Dutch soldiers, that the
patriotism of the natives might be offended by no hint of a foreign
invasion; and the gaps thus made had been hastily filled up in
Edinburgh. Besides this brigade were three other regiments of infantry:
the one lately raised by Lord Leven (now the Twenty-fifth of the Line,
and still recognizing its origin in its title of The Borderers),
Hastings' (now the Thirteenth of the Line), and Lord Kenmure's.[95] Of
these, Hastings' was manned chiefly by Englishmen, and seems to have
been the only one of the three that had had any real experience of war.
One troop of horse was commanded by Lord Belhaven: the other should have
been commanded by Lord Annandale, whose name it bore, but Mackay could
persuade neither him nor Lord Ross to take the field. Some feeling of
compunction may have kept the latter from drawing his sword against an
old comrade in arms; but Lord Annandale had always been fonder of
wrangling than fighting. Mackay makes no mention of any artillery; but
it appears that he had a few small field-pieces of the kind known as
Sandy's Stoups from the name of their inventor.[96]

It is only possible to guess at Dundee's numbers. When he broke up his
army early in June he seems to have had about three thousand claymores
under him. The second muster was, we know, much smaller than the first;
and though it was slightly increased on the march, and while he waited
at Blair, the whole force he led at Killiecrankie cannot have much
exceeded two thousand men. Over and above the claymores he had not four
hundred. The Irish were three hundred, and his cavalry mustered about
fifty sabres. Highland tradition puts the claymores at nineteen hundred;
and this is probably much about the truth. Artillery, of course, he had
none.

As soon as it was known that Mackay was at the mouth of the pass, Dundee
called a council of war. Three courses, he told his officers, were
before them: to harass Mackay's advance with frequent skirmishes,
avoiding a general engagement till the reinforcements a few days would
certainly bring had made the numbers more equal: to attack him in the
pass; or to wait till he had reached the level ground above it. His own
officers, and the Lowland gentlemen generally, were in favour of the
first plan. Some of the chiefs were in favour of the second. Dundee
listened courteously to all, and then turned to the old chief of the
Camerons who had not yet spoken. What, he asked, did Lochiel advise?
Lochiel had no doubt. They must fight and fight at once, were the enemy
three to one. Their men were in heart: they would have all the advantage
of the ground: let Mackay get fairly through the pass that the
Highlanders might see their foes, and then charge home. He had no fear
for the result; but he would answer for nothing were the claymores to be
kept back now the Saxons were fairly at their feet.

Those who watched Dundee saw his eye brighten. He answered that he
agreed with every word Lochiel had spoken. Delay would bring
reinforcements to Mackay as well as to them, and Mackay's reinforcements
would almost certainly include more cavalry. To fight them in the pass
was useless. In that narrow way the weight of the Highland onset would
be lost. The claymores would not have room for their work, and half the
column would escape. They must fight on open ground and on fair terms,
as Montrose would have fought.[97]

There was no more opposition. The word for battle went through the
clans, and was hailed with universal delight. Then Lochiel spoke again.
He had always, he said, promised implicit obedience to Dundee, and he
had kept his promise; but for once he should command. "It is the voice
of your Council," he went on, "and their orders are that you do not
engage personally. Your Lordship's business is to have an eye on all
parts, and to issue out your commands as you shall think proper. It is
ours to execute them with promptitude and courage. On you depends the
fate not only of this little brave army, but also of our King and
country." He finished by threatening that neither he nor any of his clan
should draw sword that day unless his request were granted. Dundee
answered that he knew his life to be at that moment of some importance,
but he could not on that day of all days refuse to hazard it. The
Highlanders would never again obey in council a general whom they
thought afraid to lead them in war. Hereafter he would do as Lochiel
advised, but he must charge at the head of his men in their first
battle. "Give me," he concluded, "one _Shear-Darg_ (harvest-day's work)
for the King, my master, that I may show the brave clans that I can
hazard my life in that service as freely as the meanest of them."[98]

Mackay had reached the mouth of the pass at ten in the morning. Here he
found Murray and his little band, who had not judged it prudent to
remain longer in the neighbourhood of Blair. Two hundred picked men were
accordingly sent forward to reconnoitre under Colonel Lauder; and at
noon, the ground having been reported clear in front, the whole column
advanced.

The pass of Killiecrankie is now almost as familiar to the Southron as
to the Highlander. It forms the highest and narrowest part of a
magnificent wooded defile in which the waters of the Tummel flowing
eastward from Loch Rannoch meet the waters of the Garry as it plunges
down from the Grampians. Along one of the best roads in the kingdom, or
by the swift and comfortable service of the Highland railway, the
traveller ascends by easy gradations from Pitlochrie, through the
beautiful grounds of Faskally to the little village and station of
Killiecrankie, where a guide earns an unlaborious livelihood by
conducting the panting Saxon over the famous battle-field and to various
commanding points of the defile. How the scene must have looked in those
days, and what thoughts it must have suggested to men either ignorant of
war or accustomed to pursue it in civilised countries, has been
described by Macaulay in a passage which it were superfluous to quote
and impertinent to paraphrase. Near sixty years later, when some
Hessian troops were marching to the relief of Blair Castle, then
besieged by the forces of Prince Charles, the stolid Germans turned from
the desperate sight and, vowing that they had reached the limits of the
world, marched resolutely back to Perth. The only road that then led
through this Valley of the Shadow of Death was a rugged path, so narrow
that not more than three men could walk abreast, winding along the edge
of a precipitous cliff at the foot of which thundered the black waters
of the Garry. Balfour's regiment led the van of this perilous march: the
baggage was in the centre, guarded by Mackay's own battalion:
Annandale's horse and Hastings' foot brought up the rear.

For about the last mile and a half the pass runs due north and south;
but at the summit the river bends westward, and the mountains sweep back
to the right. As the head of the column emerged into open air it found
itself on a small table-land, flanked on the left by the Garry, and on
the right by a tier of low hills sparely dotted with dwarf trees and
underwood. Above these hills to the north and east rose the lofty chain
of the Grampians crowned by the towering peaks of Ben Gloe and Ben
Vrackie. In front the valley gradually opened out towards Blair Castle,
about three miles distant, and along this valley Mackay naturally looked
for the Highland advance. He sent some pioneers forward to entrench his
position, and as each regiment came up on to the level ground, he formed
it in line three deep. Balfour's regiment thus made the left wing
resting on the Garry, while Hastings was on the right where the ground
began to <DW72> upwards to the hills. Next to Balfour stood Ramsay's
men, and then Kenmure's, Leven's, and the general's own regiment. The
guns were in the centre, and the two troops of horse in the rear of the
guns.

In the meantime Dundee had not been idle. Sending a few men straight
down the valley, he led his main body across the Tilt, which joins the
Garry just below the castle, round at the back of the hills till he had
reached the English right. Mackay was in front with his skirmishers,
watching what he supposed to be the approach of Dundee's van, when word
was brought to him that the enemy were occupying the hills on the right
in force. Mackay saw his danger at a glance. The Highlanders would be
down like one of their own rivers in flood on his right flank, and roll
the whole line up into the Garry. On one of the hills overlooking his
position stood what is now known as Urrard House, but was then called by
its proper name of Renrorie.[99] Immediately below this stretched a
piece of ground large and level enough in Mackay's judgment for his army
to receive, though not to give, the attack. He made no change in his
line, but wheeling it as it stood upon the right wing, he marched it up
the <DW72> on to this new ground in the face of the enemy.[100] His
position was now better than it had been; but it was bad enough. The
river was in his rear, and behind the river the inhospitable mountains.
His only way of escape, should the day go against him, lay through that
terrible pass up which, with no enemy to harass him, he had just climbed
with infinite toil. He could hardly hope to make good his retreat down
such a road with a victorious army maddening in his rear. In the
preliminary game of tactics he had been completely out-manoeuvred by
his old comrade.

The clans were now forming for battle. The Macleans of Duart held the
post of honour on the right wing. Next to the Macleans stood Cannon with
his Irish. Then came the men of Clanranald, the men of Glengarry, and
the Camerons. The left wing was composed of the Macdonalds of Sleat and
some more Macleans. In the centre was the cavalry, commanded not as
hitherto by the gallant Dunfermline, but by a gentleman bearing the
illustrious name of Wallace. He had crossed from Ireland with Cannon;
but nothing is heard of him till apparently on the very morning of the
day he produced a commission from James superseding the Earl of
Dunfermline in favour of Sir William Wallace of Craigie. What would
otherwise appear one of those inexplicable freaks by which James ever
delighted to confound his affairs at their crisis, is amply explained by
the fact that the new captain was the brother of Melfort's second wife.
Fortunately Dunfermline was too good a soldier and too loyal a gentleman
to resent the slight. As Mackay's line was much longer than his, Dundee
was compelled to widen the spaces between the clans for fear of being
outflanked, which left for his centre only this little cluster of
sabres. Lochiel's eldest son, John, was with his father, but Allan, the
second, held a commission in Mackay's own regiment. As the general saw
each clan take up its ground, he turned to young Cameron and said,
pointing to the standard of Lochiel, "There is your father with his wild
savages; how would you like to be with him?" "It signifies little what I
would like," was the spirited answer; "but I recommend you to be
prepared, or perhaps my father and his wild savages may be nearer to you
before night than you would like!"[101]

Each general spoke a few words to his men. Dundee reminded his captains
that they were assembled that day to fight in the best of causes, in the
cause of their King, their religion and their country, against rebels
and usurpers. He urged them to behave like true Scotchmen, and to redeem
their country from the disgrace cast on it by the treachery and
cowardice of others. He asked nothing of them but what they should see
him do before them all. Those who fell would fall honourably like true
and brave soldiers: those who lived and conquered would have the reward
of a gracious King and the praise of all good men. Let them charge home
then, in the name of King James and the Church of Scotland. Mackay urged
the same honourable duty on his battalions; but he added one very
practical consideration which suggests that he was not so confident of
the issue as he afterwards professes to have been, and which was perhaps
not very wisely offered. They must fight, he said, for they could not
fly. The enemy was much quicker afoot than they, and there were the
Athole men waiting to pounce on all runaways. Such thoughts would hardly
furnish the best tonic to a doubtful spirit. Nevertheless the troops
answered cheerfully that they would stand by their general to the last;
which, adds the brave old fellow ruefully in his despatch, "most of them
belied shortly after."[102]

A dropping fire of musketry had for some time been maintained between
the two lines, and on the English left there had been some closer
skirmishing between Lauder's sharpshooters and the Macleans. Mackay was
anxious to engage before the sun set. He doubted how his raw troops
would stand a night-attack from a foe to whom night and day were one:
still more did he fear what might happen in the darkness during the
confusion of a retreat down that awful pass. But he could not attack,
and Dundee would not, till his moment came. The darkness the other
feared would be all in his favour. A very short time he knew would be
enough to decide the issue of the battle. Should that issue be
favourable to King James, as he felt confident it would be, he had
determined that before the next morning dawned there should be no army
left to King William in the Highlands.

The sun set, and the moment he had chosen came. The Southrons saw
Dundee, who had now changed his scarlet coat for one of less conspicuous
colour, ride along the line, and as he passed each clan they saw plaids
and brogues flung off. They heard the shout with which the word to
advance was hailed; but the cheer they sent back did not carry with it
the conviction of victory. Lochiel turned to his Camerons with a smile.
"Courage!" he said, "the day is our own. I am the oldest commander in
this army; and I tell you that feeble noise is the cry of men who are
doomed to fall by our hands this night." Then the old warrior flung off
his shoes with the rest of them, and took his place at the head of his
men. Dundee rode to the front of his cavalry. The pipes sounded, and the
clans came down the hill.

They advanced slowly at first, without firing a shot, while Mackay's
right poured a hot volley into their ranks, and the leathern cannon
discharged their harmless thunder from the centre. A gentleman of the
Grants, who was fighting that day among the Macdonalds, was knocked over
by a spent ball which struck his target. "Sure, the Boddachs are in
earnest now!" he said, as he leaped to his feet with a laugh. It was not
till they had reached the level ground that the Highlanders delivered
their fire. One volley they poured in, and then, flinging their muskets
away, bounded forward sword in hand with a terrific yell. The soldiers
had not time to fix their bayonets in the smoking muzzles of their
muskets before the claymores were among them and the battle was
over.[103] On the left wing scarcely a trigger was pulled: the men broke
and ran like sheep. The famous Scots Brigade, in fact, set the example
of flight. Their officers behaved like brave soldiers. Balfour,
abandoned by his men, defended himself for a time against overwhelming
odds, till he was cut down by a young clergyman, Robert Stewart, a
grandson of Ballechin. Eight officers of Mackay's own regiment were
killed, including his brother, the colonel; and many of Ramsay's. In
vain was the cavalry ordered to charge. In vain did Belhaven like a
gallant gentleman gallop to the front. In vain did Mackay place himself
at their head, and, calling on them to follow him, spur into the thick
of the flashing claymores. Before his horse they fell back right and
left in such a way as to justify his boast to Melville that with fifty
stout troopers he could have changed the day even then; but one of his
own servants alone followed him. A few of the dragoons discharged their
carbines at random. Then all turned and spurred off among the crowd of
footmen to the mouth of the pass. Some of the fugitives tried to cross
the Garry, and were either drowned in its swift waters, or cut down as
they scrambled drenched and unarmed through its fords. Down the pass to
Pitlochrie the rout went. The men of Athole, no longer doubtful of the
issue, pounced from their lair upon the easy prey; and even women lent
their hands to the butchery.[104]

Well might Mackay bitterly complain, "There was no regiment or troop
with me but behaved like the vilest cowards in nature except Hastings
and my Lord Leven's."[105] For on the right matters had fared rather
better with the Lowlanders. Many of Leven's Borderers had stood firm and
Hastings' Englishmen; and where the Southrons stood firm the Highlanders
wavered. But they were too few for Mackay to have any hopes of
retrieving the fortune of the day. The Highlanders were now busy with
the baggage, which offered a more tempting and less troublesome prize
than the struggling mass of fugitives. Mackay therefore collected the
few men he could get together, and led them across the Garry by a ford
above the field of battle over the mountains towards Stirling. On his
march he overtook some more of his runaways whom Ramsay was leading in
the same direction. Mackay did all it was possible for a brave man to do
to encourage his men and keep them together. But many were too
frightened to heed his words, or even the pistol with which he
threatened to shoot the first man he saw leaving his ranks. The news of
his defeat had spread with marvellous rapidity: the whole country was
up: every glen and mountain sent out its reapers to the rich harvest.
And where enemies did not exist, the fears of these poor wretches found
them. Every drover with his herd, every shepherd with his flock, was
magnified into a fresh array of the terrible Highlanders. On the evening
of Monday, the 29th, Mackay reached Stirling with barely one-fifth of
the force with which he had marched out of the town a week earlier.

The Highland loss was calculated at nine hundred men. The Macdonalds and
Camerons were the principal sufferers, their position on the left and
left-centre having brought them in contact with the battalions who had
kept their ground. Glengarry's brother was among the killed, with
Macdonald of Largo, and no less than five cousins of Macdonald of the
Isles. Among the Lowlanders fell Hallyburton of Pitcur, and Gilbert
Ramsay, Dundee's favourite officer, who had dreamed overnight of the
victory and of his death. But though the battle had been won for James,
he had suffered a greater loss than William. A fresh army could replace
Mackay's broken battalions; but no one could replace Dundee, and Dundee
was dead.

He had ridden at the head of his cavalry straight on Mackay's centre.
But for some unexplained reason his troopers had not followed him close;
whether their new captain did not like the guns, or had misunderstood
his orders, is not clear. Dunfermline, seeing his general's plumed hat
waving above the smoke, had spurred out of the ranks with sixteen
gentlemen, and with these sabres the guns were taken and silenced.
Dundee, seeing that all went well on the right wing, turned to the left
where the Macdonalds were wavering before the firmer front of Hastings'
Englishmen. As he galloped across the field to bring them to the
charge, a shot struck him in the right side immediately below his
breastplate. For a few strides further he clung swaying to his saddle,
and then sank from his horse into the arms of a soldier named Johnstone.
Like Wolfe on the heights of Abraham, he asked how the day went. "Well
for the King," said the man, "but I am sorry for your Lordship." And
like Wolfe, Dundee answered, "It is the less matter for me, seeing the
day goes well for my master." As his officers returned from the pursuit
they found him on the field, and it is said, though one would be glad to
disbelieve it, stripped by the very men whom he had led to victory. By
his side was found a bundle of papers. Among them was a letter from
Melfort, bidding him be sure that both he and James would feel
themselves bound by no promise of toleration circumstances had induced
them to make. Well might Balcarres, who knew his friend's disposition
better than Melfort, tell James how such foolish and disingenuous
dealing had grieved Dundee and all who wished honestly to the
cause.[106]

Dundee's body, wrapped in a plaid, was carried to the castle, and a few
days later buried in the old church of Blair. In 1852 some bones,
believed to be his, were removed from Blair to the Church of Saint
Drostan in the parish of Old Deer, in Aberdeenshire; and eleven years
later a window of stained glass was placed in the same church, bearing,
on a brass plate in the window-sill, this inscription: "Sacred to the
memory of John Graham of Claverhouse, Viscount Dundee, who died in the
arms of victory, and whose battle-cry was 'King James and the Church of
Scotland!'"

As no stone was ever known to mark his first grave; there is, of course,
ample room for the incredulous to smile over this late tribute to his
memory. But in truth the shadow of doubt broods over him in death as in
life. It is certain only that he received his death-wound on the field
of battle, and in the moment of victory. What else fell with him there
was well expressed by William. When the news from Killiecrankie came
down, the King was urged at once to send a large army into the
Highlands. "It is needless," he answered, "the war ended with Dundee's
life."

FOOTNOTES:

[90] See the sixth canto of "The Lady of the Lake."

    "We'll quell the savage mountaineer,
      As their tinchel cows the game."

The tinchel was the name given to the circle of hunters which, gradually
narrowing, hemmed the deer into a small space, where they could be
easily slaughtered.

[91] Mackay complains bitterly in his Memoirs of "the unconcerned method
of the Government in matters which touch them nearest as to their
general safety, each being for his particular, and fixed upon his
private projects, so as neither to see nor be concerned for anything
else."

[92] "When in front of Blair Castle their real destination was disclosed
to them by Lord Tullibardine [the heir of Athole did not assume this
style till 1695]. Instantly they rushed from their ranks, ran to the
adjoining stream of Banovy, and, filling their bonnets with water, drank
to the health of King James; and then, with colours flying and pipes
playing, 'fifteen hundred of the men of Athole, as reputable for arms as
any in the kingdom' [Mackay's words], put themselves under the command
of the Laird of Ballechin and marched off to join Lord Dundee."
Stewart's "Sketches of the Highlanders of Scotland," i. 67. But this is
not strictly true. They joined neither Ballechin nor Dundee, but went
off on their own account to the mountains to watch the issue of events.

[93] Probably Dundee wrote more confidently than he felt. He owned that
Murray might "have more to do to believe" Melfort's assurance than
James's; but, in fact, there was too good reason to disbelieve both.
From the first letter written from Struan it appears that the despatch
from James which had fallen into Hamilton's hands was much more
temperate and conciliatory than the earlier one brought to the
Convention by Crane. Dundee had not seen this despatch; and it is
possible that he described it rather as his own good sense urged him to
believe it must have been, than as it really was. The letters to
himself, which he summarises for Murray's benefit, must have been those
acknowledged in the postscript to Melfort of June 28th. It is, as we
shall presently see, certain that about this time James was induced to
assume, as he had before assumed when it was too late, the virtue of
toleration. How much of these promises Dundee really believed, it is
impossible to say. The history of our own time has shown, and is every
day showing, that neither wisdom nor experience will always avail to
prevent a man from believing that which it is his interest to believe.

[94] Memoirs of Balcarres and of Lochiel.

[95] I have given the modern style of these regiments as they were
before the last freak of the War Office. What they may be now, I do not
know; nor is the knowledge important, for the style I have used will
probably be most familiar to my readers. "My Uncle Toby," it will be
remembered, was of Leven's regiment. There exists a letter from
Schomberg to Lord Leven, especially commending to the latter's care a
gentleman of the name of Le Fevre. See the "Leven and Melville Papers."

[96] Mackay says in his Memoirs that he left Edinburgh with two troops
of horse, and four of dragoons. It is certain that only the former were
engaged at Killiecrankie. But the general's narrative is throughout
extremely confused, and sometimes barely intelligible. Perhaps the
larger force was that he had counted on having; or the four troops of
dragoons may have been those he ordered to follow from Stirling.

Alexander Hamilton, who commanded the artillery in the Covenanter's army
with which Leslie and Montrose made the famous passage of the Tyne in
1640. From Burton's description of them they can hardly have been very
dangerous, at least to the enemy. "They seem to have been made of tin
for the bore, with a coating of leather, all secured by tight cordage. A
horse could carry two of them, and it was their merit to stand a few
discharges before they came to pieces." "History of Scotland," vi. 302.

[97] It is said that one of Dundee's arguments against attacking in the
pass was, that it did not become brave soldiers to engage a foe at
disadvantage, an argument which I should imagine Dundee was much too
sensible a man to employ to Highlanders. Had his force been sufficient
for him to close up the mouth of the pass after the Lowlanders had
entered, it is hard to imagine he would have lost the chance of catching
Mackay in such a trap. But his force was too small to divide: while the
nature of the ground would of course have told as much against those who
made as against those who met a charge, besides inevitably offending the
jealous point of honour which forbad one clan to take precedence of
another. It may be, too, that Dundee was not very well served by his
scouts. Mackay certainly seems to have got well on his way through the
pass before the other knew that he had entered it. See the "Life of
Mackay," and the "Rebellions in Scotland."

[98] Memoirs of Lochiel.

[99] For long afterwards the battle was known among the Highlanders as
the battle of Renrorie.

[100] Mackay's Memoirs: "a quart de conversion" is his own phrase for
this change of front.

[101] "Sketches of the Highlanders."

[102] Among the Nairne Papers is what purports to be a copy of Dundee's
speech. It has been contemptuously rejected by some writers as a
manifest forgery, on the ground that no Highlander would have understood
a word of it. But there were Dundee's own officers and men to be
addressed; and, moreover, his language would have been perfectly
intelligible to some, at least, of the chiefs, who would have conveyed
its purpose to their men. It was still the fashion for a general to
harangue his troops before leading them into action, and it was a
fashion particularly in vogue among the Highlanders. I see no reason,
therefore, to doubt the general authenticity of this speech. Exactly as
it stands in the Nairne Papers probably Dundee did not deliver it; the
style being somewhat more grandiloquent than he was in the habit of
employing. But its general purpose, which I have endeavoured to give in
a paraphrase, seems to be very much what such a man would have said at
such a moment. The authority for Mackay's speech will be found in his
own despatch to Lord Melville after the battle.

[103] It was the disastrous experience of this day that led Mackay to
devise a plan of fixing the bayonet to the musket so that each could be
used, as now, without interfering with the other.

[104] "History of the Rebellions in Scotland." Even the men who had
stood by Lord Murray joined in the slaughter. He did his best to keep
them quiet, but was forced to own afterwards to Mackay that he had not
been very successful. "It cannot be helped," he wrote, "of almost all
country people, who are ready to pillage and plunder whenever they have
occasion." See the Bannatyne edition of Dundee's Letters, &c.

[105] Mackay's opinion was that "the English commonalty were to be
preferred in matter of courage to the Scots."

[106] One tradition, for a long while current among the Lowlands,
declares him to have been shot by one of his own men in the pay of
William Livingstone, who afterwards married Lady Dundee; Livingstone
having been for some weeks a close prisoner in Edinburgh with the other
disaffected officers of his regiment. Lady Dundee, the story goes on to
say, was aware of his intentions, and on the following New Year's day
sent "the supposed assassin a white night-cap, a pair of white gloves,
and a rope, being a sort of suit of canonicals for the gallows, either
to signify that she esteemed him worthy of that fate, or that she
thought the state of his mind might be such as to make him fit to hang
himself." Another tradition makes Dundee fall by a shot fired from the
window of Urrard House, in which a party of Mackay's men had lodged
themselves. He was watering his horse at the time at a pond called the
Goose-Dub, where the Laird of Urrard's geese were wont to disport
themselves. This story is evidently part of the old nurse's prophecy
mentioned on page 3. For these and many other anecdotes of the battle,
see the "History of the Rebellions in Scotland." I have taken my account
of Dundee's death from the memoirs of Balcarres and Lochiel, and from
the depositions, printed by Napier, of certain witnesses examined
afterwards at Edinburgh, among them being an officer of Kenmure's
regiment, who was carried prisoner into the castle after the battle and
heard Johnstone's story. As for the letter said to have been written by
Dundee to James after the battle, and now among the Nairne Papers, there
is more to be said for it than some have allowed. Macaulay, alluding to
it as dated the day after the battle, calls it as impudent a forgery as
Fingal. But in fact it bears no date at all: the handwriting is declared
on the best authority to be beyond question contemporary; and there is
no absolute proof that Dundee did not live long enough at least to
dictate an account of his victory to James. It is tolerably certain that
he would have done so had his strength permitted him. But in a letter
written from Dublin in the following November by James to Ballechin,
there is no mention of any letter from Dundee, and his death is there
alluded to as having occurred at the beginning of the action. This, of
course, is not conclusive; James's actual words are, "the loss you had
... at your entrance into action," which need not imply instant death.
On the whole, however, the balance of evidence seems to me to prove that
Dundee died where he fell, and that the letter is not genuine, though
certainly no forgery of Macpherson's. Those who are still curious on a
point which is, after all, of no very great importance, will find it
amply discussed in a note to the edition of Dundee's letters published
for the Bannatyne Club, and in an appendix to Napier's third volume. A
stone still marks the spot where Dundee is said to have fallen, and was
seen by Captain Burt less than fifty years after the battle.




INDEX.


  Abjuration oath, the, 121

  Acts against the Covenanters, 35-6, 40, 45, 121

  Aird's Moss, skirmish at, 91

  Annandale, Lord, 200

  Argyle, Marquis of, 21, 22, 24, 25, 28, 34
    Earl of (son of preceding), 45, 119, 139
    Earl of (son of preceding), 171, 193

  Athole, Marquis of, 44, 46, 139, 145 _note_, 153, 154, 159, 162, 188, 194
    men of, behaviour of the, 196 _note_, 211 and _note_

  Auchencloy, execution of Covenanters at, 128-31

  Auchinleck, Robert, execution of, 131-2


  Balcarres, Earl of, 141, 142, 143, 148, 149, 151, 155, 156, 157, 166, 189
    memoirs of the Revolution by, 144 _note_

  Balfour, Colonel, 200, 205, 211
    of Burley, John, 58, 60, 62, 65, 69, 83

  Ballechin, Stewart of, 194
    letter to, from James, 215 _note_

  Belhaven, Lord, 200, 211

  Blair Castle, 194, 195, 201, 214
    Church, 214, 215

  Bothwell Bridge, battle of, 83-6

  Brown, John, execution of, 116-22

  Bruce, Andrew, of Earlshall, 55, 91

  Buchan, Colonel, 107, 108, 109, 145

  Burnet, Bishop, on Claverhouse, 4, 151 _note_


  Cameron of Lochiel, Sir Ewan, 169, 170, 171, 179, 181, 185, 198, 202,
      203, 210
    memoirs of, 5 _note_
    Allan, 207-8
    Richard, 91

  Cameronians, the, 91

  Cannon, Colonel, joins Claverhouse with Irishmen, 198

  Cargill, Rev. Donald, 78, 79, 91

  Charles the Second, signs the Covenant, 24
    crowned in Scotland, 24
    his opinion of Lauderdale's administration, 42
    acquits Claverhouse of malversation, 91

  Charles the Second appoints Claverhouse to a regiment of cavalry, 97
    his goodwill to Claverhouse, 100 and _note_
    settles Claverhouse in possession of Dudhope, 101

  Claverhouse, birth of, 1
    family and education, 2-7
    supposed to have served in French army, 8, 9
    gallant action at Seneff, 12, 13
    resigns commission in Dutch service, 15
    story of his reasons for resigning, 15, 16 _note_
    applies to Montrose for employment, 44
    receives lieutenant's commission, 45
    portrait of, 46, 47
    refuses to interfere illegally with Covenanters, 48
    appointed Deputy-Sheriff of Dumfriesshire, 55
    at Drumclog, 70
    at Glasgow, 72, 73
    at Bothwell Bridge, 85, 86
    accused of malversation, 90, 91 _note_
    appointed Sheriff of Wigtownshire, 92
    his policy towards the Covenanters, 92-3, 135 and _note_
    receives command of cavalry regiment, 97
    his quarrel with the Dalrymples, 95-7
    his visit to England, 97-100
    made a Privy-Councillor, 100
    obtains estate of Dudhope, 101
    his marriage, 101-5
    merciful conduct to prisoners, 109
    examination into charges against, 111-36
    in disgrace, 125-6
    his character, 134-5
    his quarrel with Queensberry, 139-42
    second visit to England, 142
    Provost of Dundee and Major-General, 143
    marches into England, 145
    quartered in London, 146
    joins James at Salisbury, 146
    created Viscount of Dundee, 146
    his advice to James, 147
    marches to Reading, 147
    receives a message from William at Watford, 148
    attends Scottish Council in London, 148
    waits on James at Whitehall for the last time, 149
    negotiations with William, 151
    returns to Edinburgh, 151
    plot to assassinate him, 158
    leaves Edinburgh, 160
    his interview with the Duke of Gordon, 160
    proclaimed traitor by the Convention, 164
    escapes to Glen Ogilvy, 166
    a son born to him, 173
    saves Inverness from Keppoch, 174
    his raid upon Dunkeld and Perth, 175
    demonstration outside Dundee, 177
    at Lochaber, 179
    the muster of the Clans, 179-80
    his popularity with the Highlanders, 182-3
    returns to Lochaber, 185
    re-assembles the Clans, 198
    garrisons Blair Castle, 198
    holds Council of War, 201-4
    addresses his soldiers, 208
    death and burial, 213-15

  Cleland, William, 65, 159

  "Cloud of Witnesses," the, value of the testimony of, 123

  Cochrane, Lady Jean, 101, 102, 104

  Convention of Estates, the, 155-9, 161-2, 165-6

  Covenanters, assembly of, at Mauchline, 21
    under Strachan, 28
    cruelties of, 29, 30
    character of, 29, 59
    address of, to Charles, 32
    rising of, in the West, 37
    divisions among, 77-80, 82, 83
    declarations by, 63, 91, 120, 121 _note_
    treatment of, after Bothwell Bridge, 87-8
    rabble the Episcopalian clergy, 154

  Creichton, Captain, 176-7

  Cromwell, Oliver, his advice to the Presbyterians, 20
    negotiates with Argyle, 21, 25
    his policy towards the Presbyterians, 25-6


  Dalrymples of Stair, their quarrel with Claverhouse, 95-7

  Dalziel, Thomas, 38, 81, 85, 106, 145 _note_

  Declaration of Indulgence, the, 8
    repeal of, 9
    the Rutherglen, 63
    the Hamilton, 82
    the Sanquhar, 91

  Defoe on Claverhouse, 123 _note_, 127, 131
    value of his testimony, 124 _note_

  Douglas, General James, 123, 126, 139-40, 145, 147, 188

  Drumclog, battle of, 64-71

  Drumlanrig, Viscount, 145 _note_, 147

  Drummond, General, 126
    Alexander, of Bahaldy, 169
    John, of Bahaldy, 5 _note_

  Drunken Parliament, the, 33

  Dumbarton, Earl of, 123, 137, 138, 147, 150

  Dundee, Viscount of. _See_ Claverhouse
    memoirs of, 16 _note_
    Viscountess of, second marriage and death, 105 _note_
    story of, and Col. Livingstone, 214 _note_

  Dundonald, Earl of, 101, 103

  Dunfermline, Earl of, 172, 180, 189, 207, 213

  Dunmore, Earl of, 145 _note_, 150


  Edinburgh, riots in, 142, 154-5

  Enterkin Hill, rescue of Covenanters at, 109

  Episcopal clergy, Scotch, Burnet's complaint against, 48 _note_


  Feud between Macdonalds and Mackintoshes, 123

  Field-preaching, Act against, 40


  Gordon, Duke of, in command of Edinburgh Castle, 155-6, 160-61,
      187 _note_

  Graham, David, 3, 115, 180

  Graham, Robert, 68 and _note_

  Grameis, the, 13, 173

  Grierson, Sir Robert. _See_ Lag


  Hackston of Rathillet, 58, 60, 83, 91

  Hamilton, Duke of, 42, 102, 148, 153, 155, 159, 161-3, 165-6
    Robert, 62-3, 65, 71-3, 77-9, 82-4

  Highland Host, the, 41-2

  Highlanders, loyalty of, 169-71
    their value as soldiers, 168, 181

  Hislop, Andrew, execution of, 125-7


  James the Second, as Duke of York, favours Claverhouse, 44
    High Commissioner in Scotland, 91, 97
    promotes Claverhouse, 139-40
    summons him to London, 141
    announces invasion of England to Scotch Council, 143
    orders Scotch troops to England, 144
    at Salisbury, 145-7
    his flight and return, 148
    ordered to leave the capital by William, 148
    his last interview with Balcarres and Claverhouse, 149-50
    leaves England, 150
    his foolish letter to the Estates, 156
    his letter to Claverhouse falls into hands of Hamilton, 165
    his promises of toleration, 197 _note_, 214
    his letter to Ballechin, 215 _note_


  Keppoch, Colin Macdonald of, 170, 173-4, 183

  Killing-time, the, 111-36

  King, Rev. John, 64, 71


  Lag, the Laird of, 49-53, 114 _note_

  Latin poem on Battle of Bothwell Bridge, 68 _note_

  Lauderdale, Duke of, 33, 39, 42, 58, 98
    Earl of, 98-101

  Leather guns, 201

  Leighton, Bishop, 34, 40

  Leslie, David, 30

  Letters from Claverhouse to Archbishop Burnet, 107, 108
    to Duke of Hamilton, 163-4
    to James, 215 _note_
    to Earl of Melfort, 186-92
    to Linlithgow, 48-9, 54, 56, 64-5, 67, 70
    to Lord Murray, 196-7
    to Queensberry, 92, 94, 96 _note_, 99 _note_, 103-4, 109, 117, 138

  Leven, Earl of, 166, 200, 212

  Linlithgow, Earl of, 44, 81

  Livingstone, George, Lord, 83, 145, 162-3
    Sir Thomas, 150, 172, 185, 199
    William, 176, 177 _note_, 214 _note_


  Macaulay on Claverhouse, 13, 17, 18, 119, 125, 151 _note_

  Macdonald of Keppoch, 170

  Macdonalds, killed at Killiecrankie, 213

  Mackay, General, story of his alleged quarrel with Claverhouse, 16 _note_
    commands the troops in Scotland, 172
    tries to raise the Clans for William, 178-9
    marches against Claverhouse, 184-5
    new plan of campaign, 193
    sends Lord Murray to Blair Castle, 195
    takes the field again, 199
    the strength of his army, 200-1 and _note_
    marches through the Pass of Killiecrankie, 204-5
    his order of battle, 206
    his address to his troops, 208
    his bravery, 211
    his opinion of English soldiers, 212 _note_
    his retreat to Stirling, 212-13
    John, of Rockfields, his biography of General Mackay, 16 _note_

  Mackenzie, Sir George, 99, 159, 188
    Colin, 105

  Macpherson, James, alleged forgery of letters from Claverhouse by, 215
      _note_

  Martyrs, the Wigtown, 112-15

  Mekellwrath, Matthew, execution of, 128

  Melfort, Earl of, 142, 144, 156-8, 165, 186, 207

  Mitchell, James, attempt to assassinate Sharp by, 58

  Mitchell, Robert, 130

  Monmouth, Duke of, appointed to command army in Scotland, 80
    his leniency to the Covenanters, 82, 84, 87
    executed, 139

  Montrose, Marquis of, 44-5, 46

  Munro, Dr., on Claverhouse, 5

  Murray, Earl of, letter from to Queensberry, 140
    Lord Charles. _See_ Earl of Dunmore
    Lord, 194-7, 204, 211 _note_

  Muster-roll of Claverhouse's regiment, 145 _note_


  Nairne Papers, the, 209 _note_, 215 _note_

  Napier, Mark, his "Life and Times of Dundee," 5 _note_


  Peirson, Rev. Peter, murder of, 129-30

  Perth, Earl of, 39 _note_, 142, 154-5

  "Pilliwincks," torture of the. _See_ Thumbkin

  Plot to assassinate Claverhouse and Mackenzie, 159


  Queensberry, Duke of, 55, 92, 99, 137-8, 141, 162. _See_ Letters from
      Claverhouse to


  Ramsay, Lieut.-Col., 184, 211, 212
    Gilbert, 213

  Remonstrants, the, 21, 25-8

  Renwick, head of the Covenanters, proclamation by, 121 _note_

  Resolutioners, the, 21, 25-8

  Ross, George, Lord, 57 and _note_, 61, 72
    William, Lord, 105 and _note_, 200

  Rullion Green, battle of, 38

  Rutherford, Rev. Samuel, 35

  Ruthven Castle destroyed, 184


  Saint Drostan, church of, memorial to Claverhouse in, 215-6

  Sanquhar Declaration, the, 91

  Scotch troops ordered to England, 144

  Scotland, state of, reviewed, 17-76

  Scott, Sir Walter, his account of Drumclog in "Old Mortality," 67
    his account of Bothwell Bridge in the same, 85 and _note_

  Seneff, battle of, 12

  Sharp, James, 26, 31
    consecrated Primate of Scotland, 34
    murdered, 57, 60

  Simpson, Rev. Robert, on Claverhouse and the Covenanters, 132 _note_

  Smith, Robert, evidence on battle of Bothwell Bridge, 85

  Stormont, Viscount of, 176 and _note_


  Thumbkin, torture of the, 39 _note_

  Tinchel, the, 193 and _note_

  Traditions about Claverhouse, 3, 47 _note_, 70, 182, 214 _note_

  Turner, Sir James, 36-8


  Walker, Patrick, on Claverhouse, 7 _note_, 135
    his opinion of Wodrow, 116
    on death of John Brown, 116-17, 122 and _note_

  Welsh, Rev. John, 56-7, 78, 82

  Westerhall, Johnstone of, 125

  Western Shires, the, nursery of the Covenanters, 29

  Whiggamores' raid, the, 22

  Whigs, origin of the name of, 23 _note_
    brought into Edinburgh by Hamilton, 158-9, 161

  William the Third, stories of his early acquaintance with Claverhouse,
      12, 15-16
    his message to Claverhouse, 148
    tries to persuade Claverhouse and Balcarres to enter his service, 151
      and _note_
    his opinion of Claverhouse, 216

  Winrahame, George, 118 _note_, 160

  Wodrow, Rev. Robert, his "History of the Sufferings of the Church of
      Scotland," 51-2
    vagueness of his charges against Claverhouse, 88
    on the Wigtown Martyrs, 113-14
    on the death of John Brown, 116
    Andrew Hislop, 127
    on the murder of Rev. Peter Peirson, 129-30 and _note_

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TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:

VARIANT SPELLINGS
Page vi: John Mackay is of Rockfield (p. vi); and Rockfields (p. 16 and
index, under Mackay). Amended Rockfield to Rockfields.

Page vi.: Variant spelling of Scourie and Scowrie retained, however, as
the author could well have spelled it Scowrie (though online historical
sources suggest Hugh Mackay was born at Scourie).

Page 133: Hyslop has been in all other instances spelt Hislop; corrected.

Page 159: "bloodly Clavers" matches book: retained.

Variant spelling of doggerel/doggrel (one instance of each) retained.

VARIANT CAPITALISATIONS
Inconsistent capitalisation of Council-Board and Council-board (one
instance of each) retained.

Capitalisation of Churchman (p. 9) and Legislature (p. 9) retained

The Killing Time variously capitalised as killing-time, Killing-time,
Killing-Time and Killing Time (one of each). Two of these are enclosed
in quote marks and one is in the index. Retained.

Popery and popery/popish and Popish variant capitalisations retained
(read properly in context).

VARIANT SPELLINGS IN QUOTED LETTERS
While the author notes that Claverhouse could not spell correctly (for
example p. 6), the only misspellings that appear in the reproduced
letters are proper names: there are no other spelling errors. It would
appear that the transcriber was correcting the common English without
correcting the proper names. Subsequently the following misspelled
proper names have been corrected:

Page 108: Mauchlin corrected to Mauchline.

Page 138: Sanquar corrected to Sanquhar (spelt correctly in a previous
letter, p. 108).

Page 188: Variant spelling of Locheil, elsewhere Lochiel, corrected. In
the same letter there is a reference to Queenberry (otherwise
Queensberry), ditto corrected.

Page 190: Kircudbright corrected to Kirkcudbright (spelt correctly in at
least 3 previous letters, see pp. 54, 93 and 94).

HYPHENS
One instance of each headquarters, head-quarters and one split over the
end of a line. Settled on headquarters as the more common spelling.

PUNCTUATION
Page 69: "; amended to ;", which is the standard punctuation arrangement
in the book.

Page 188: "strangely, For" amended to "strangely. For".

Page 192: Editorial comment in quoted letter (that) is in parentheses
and not square brackets as has been used elsewhere in book. Amended to
square brackets.

MISCELLANEOUS
TOC created for this text (no TOC in the original book)

Page 117: "...I caused shoot him dead;" checks out against original
book. Left as is.

Index: Page reference for Whigs, origin of name fixed to page 23
(footnote 8); no note on page 82 (original reference in book).



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