theme for the bitterest taunts, but the completion of the proof that the bubble of democracy has burst., as if a drawn battle, or, if you please, an ignominious rout, suffered by an army of raw volunteers at the commencement of a war, proved any thing one way or another, in reference to the comparative stability of different forms of government.
What bubble burst when Charles Edward, on the 25th of July, 1745, landed from a little bark of eighteen guns, (furnished by a private gentleman in France,) on the western coast of Scotland, for the conquest of Great Britain, and the overthrow of the House of Brunswick?
At the head of a handful of clansmen, of whom half were armed with scytes and bludgeons, the youthful adventurer marched upon the ancient capital of Scotland — an object, one would have thought, to England, in the middle of the last century, not so much of fear as of pity.
A monarchy consolidated by ages, whose virago queen two centuries before had brought the royal beauty of
alry, while the royalists were provided with both — troops that had triumphed under George II.
at Dettingen two years before, and had suffered a defeat scarcely less glorious than a triumph in the spring of this year, at the memorable battle of Fontenoy?
At four in the morning the young Pretender roused himself from his pillow of pease straw, beneath the open canopy of heaven, and the fight began; and in less than five minutes, says the Chevalier de Johnstone, who was in the battle, we obtaineon through the city, guarded by the Highlanders, and attended by all the bag-pipes of the rebel army, playing their favorite air, The king shall enjoy his own again.
As for Sir John Cope, the commander-inchief, who had fought at Dettingen and Fontenoy, he contrived, with the aid of a white rose on his breast, which was the Pretender's badge, to slip through the Highland clans with a few dragoons, and, escaping to Edinburgh, dashed through the streets of the city at full gallop.
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