INTYRE AND CAMPBELTOWN.

In my wanderings in the latter town I pick up the last edition of a
useful and unpretending volume called "The History of Kintyre," by Mr.
Peter M'Intosh--a useful citizen who carried on the profession of a
catechist, and who is now no more. The book has merits of its own, as it
shows how much may be done by any ordinary man of average ability who
writes of what he has seen and heard. Kintyre is a peninsula on the
extreme south of the shire of Argyle, in length about forty geographical
miles. That the Fingalians occasionally resided at Kintyre is without
doubt, and a description of their bravery and generosity is graphically
given in some of the poems of Ossian. At one time there was much wood in
its lowlands, and in them were elk, deer, wild boars, &c., and the rivers
abounded with fish. There were clans who gathered together with the
greatest enthusiasm around their chiefs, who repaired to a high hill, and
set up a large fire on the top of it, in full view of the surrounding
district, each unfolding his banner, ensign, or pennant, his pipers
playing appropriate tunes. The clan got into motion, repaired to their
chief like mountain streams rushing into the ocean. He eloquently
addressed them in the heart-stirring language of the Gael, and, somewhat
like a Kaffir chief of the present day, dwelt at length on the heroism of
his ancestors. The will of the chief instantly became law, and
preparations were soon made; the chief in his uniform of clan tartan
takes the lead, the pipers play well-known airs, and the men follow,
their swords and spears glittering in the air.

Up to very recent times there were those who remembered this state of
things. An old man who died not a century ago told my informant, writes
Mr. M'Intosh, that the first thing he ever recollected was a great
struggle between his father and his mother in consequence of the father
preparing to join his clan in a bloody expedition. The poor wife exerted
all her strength, moral and physical, but in vain. He left her never to
return alive from the battlefield. The proprietors of Kintyre were wise
in their generation, and mustered men in their different districts to
oppose Prince Charles, partly on account of his religion, and partly to
retain their lands. On one occasion they marched to Falkirk, but not in
time to join in the battle, it being over before they reached there.
Prince Charles being victorious, they went into a