The story of Scotland from the earliest times to the present century .. . cilessly massacred in the pursuit. PrinceCharles escaped, and the remnants of his army dis-persed. The victors then began an indiscriminateslaughter of all those supposed to be disaffected to theGovernment, or in any way connected with the Duke of Cumberland and General Hawley haveentailed on themselves eternal infamy by the crueltieswhich they inflicted upon the defenceless and innocentinhabitants of the Highlands, There was great rejoicing in London over the vic-tory at Culloden. But many people who were not
The story of Scotland from the earliest times to the present century .. . cilessly massacred in the pursuit. PrinceCharles escaped, and the remnants of his army dis-persed. The victors then began an indiscriminateslaughter of all those supposed to be disaffected to theGovernment, or in any way connected with the Duke of Cumberland and General Hawley haveentailed on themselves eternal infamy by the crueltieswhich they inflicted upon the defenceless and innocentinhabitants of the Highlands, There was great rejoicing in London over the vic-tory at Culloden. But many people who were notJacobites, were shocked by the details of the crueltiesand sufferings inflicted on the Celtic population. , the well-known novelist, gave expression tothis feeling in his poem, entitled The Tears of Scot-land, of which the following lines are a specimen :— Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn,Thy banished peace, thy laurels torn !Thy sons, for valour long renowned,Lie slaughtered on their native groundThy hospitable roofs no moreInvite the stranger to the door;. 272 RISINGS OF 1715 AND 1745. In smoky ruins sunk they lie,The monuments of cruelty. Oh ! baneful cause, oh ! fatal morn,Accursed to ages yet unborn ;The sons against their fathers stood,The parent shed his childrens , when the rage of battle ceased,The victors soul was not appeased :The naked and forlorn must feelDevouring flames and murdering steel. The pious mother, doomed to death,Forsaken wanders oer the heath,The bleak winds whistle round her helpless orphans cry for bread ;Bereft of shelter, food, and views the shades of night descend;And stretched beneath the inclement skies,Weeps oer her tender babes, and dies. From the Revolution to the suppression of the lastrising, the rhymes and ballads were the common out-come of the rhymers of the street, the alehouse, theclub, the festival board, the farmhouse, and the cot,amongst the valleys and the hills. The Jacobitesalways endeavo
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