FOOTNOTES:

[14] P. 211.

[15] P. 215.

[16] P. 217.

[17] P. 229.

[18] P. 249.

[19] P. 257.

[20] P. 274.

[21] P. 295.

[22] P. 271.

[23] P. 308.

[24] From _Memoirs of the Chevalier de Johnstone_. Longmans. London,
1822. The Memoirs were written in French, and deposited in the Scots
College at Paris. They were communicated to Messrs. Longman by Robert
Watson, the adventurer, who, under Napoleon, was Principal of the Scots
College. The Chevalier left a granddaughter, who corresponded on the
subject of the Memoirs with Sir Walter Scott.

_THE ADVENTURES OF LORD PITSLIGO_

WHEN Prince Charles came to Scotland in 1745, to seek his grandfather's
crown, no braver and no better man rode with him than Lord Pitsligo. He
was now sixty-seven years of age, for he was born in 1678, ten years
before James II. was driven out of England. As a young man he had lived
much in France, where he became the friend of the famous Fenelon, author
of 'Telemaque.' Though much interested in the doctrines of Fenelon, Lord
Pitsligo did not change his faith, but remained a member of the
persecuted Episcopal Church of Scotland. In France he met the members of
the exiled Royal family, whom he never ceased to regard as his lawful
monarchs, though Queen Anne, and later the First and Second Georges,
occupied the throne of England. When the clans rose for King James, the
son of James II., in 1715, Lord Pitsligo, then a man of twenty-seven,
joined the forces under his kinsman, Lord Marr. His party was defeated,
and he went abroad. He did not stay long with James in Rome, but was
allowed to return to his estates in Scotland. Here he lived very
quietly, beloved by rich and poor. But, in 1745, Prince Charles landed,
and the old Lord believed it to be his duty to join him. He had, as he
says, no keen enthusiasm for the Stuarts, but to his mind they were his
lawful rulers. So aged was he, and so infirm, that, when he left a
neighbour's house before setting out, a little boy brought a stool to
help him to mount his horse. 'My little fellow,' he said, 'this is the
severest reproof I have yet met with, for presuming to go on such an
expedition.' Lady Pitsligo in vain reminded him of the failure of 1715.
'There never was a bridal,' he replied, 'but the second day was the
best.' The gentlemen of his county thought that they could not do wrong
in following so learned and excellent a man, so they all mounted the
white cockade and rode