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  • Title: 227
  • Author(s): Baron Ferdinand De RothChild
  • Date of creation: 1890
  • Extent: 2pp
  • Material: Paper
  • Physical Location: Waddesdon Manor

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« if. } position, his quiet dignity, his manly bearing, and last, but not least, his adoption of the national costume, soon won the affection of those who had always called his father king. ‘Oh better loved he canna be ; Yet when we see him wearing Our Highland garb sae gracefully ’Tis aye the mair endearing. Though a’ that now adorns his brow Be but a simple bonnet, Ere lang we’ll see of kingdoms three The royal crown upon it.’ As the ranks of his adherents slowly but steadily swelled, Charles considered himself justified in de- claring war against the King of England, whom he called the Elector of Hanover, and proceeded to erect the Royal Standard with as much pomp as he could command to the stirring notes of the bagpipes and the sound of the pibroch. ‘ Rouse, rouse, ye kilted warriors ! Rouse, ye heroes of the North ! Rouse, and join your chieftain’s banners, ’Tis your Prince that leads you forth!’ It was said by an eye-witness ‘that at the sight of the standard waving in the mountain breeze it was hailed as the pledge of coming battle, the air was rent with shouts, and darkened with bonnets tossed on high, as by a cloud.’ The enterprise now
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