DIGITISED MANUSCRIPTS

( 26 ) you, you puppy! do you pretend to dictate here ° and was kicked down-stairs. But these cruelties had their effect. Many of the chiefs, in order to buy their pardon, turned king’s evidence, and re- vealed all they knew. Thus, while the rude clans- men were drawn and quartered rather than become informers, we see a Mr. John Murray bringing by his confessions his brother-in-arms to the scaffold. This Murray had been for years the bosom friend of the Prince in Rome, and later on, had acted as his private secretary. His revelations were so vile that he was checked in them by the judge himself. We are glad to know that he passed the rest of his days an object of universal detestation. Tracked and hunted like a wild enimal, from mountain to mountain, from island to island, and from hut to hut, with a price set on his head, and Hanoverian bloodhounds at his heels, Prince Charles everywhere met with fidelity and loyalty. Pinched by famine, tossed by storms, unsheltered from rain, his spirit never gave way. He became the hero of extraordinary escapes and acts of devotion which to this day are remembered in national song on the moors of the north. The first day after Culloden he rode forty miles, and was then left with three of his attendants only. Dressed in the clothes of Ned Burke, he arrived close to the very spot on the coast where some months before, his standard had