She to the deep in bitter wailings griev'd,

While her fall'n helm the trickling drops receiv'd : "What havock of my martial force

Has this sad morn beheld,

Torn, gash'd, and heap'd without remorse
Upon the naked field?

But Gard'ner's death afflicts me most,

Than whom a chief I could not boast
More faithful, vigilant, and brave;

And should across his grave

An hecatomb of Highland brutes be slain, They could not recompense his injur❜d ghost, Nor fully quench my rage, and wipe away my

stain."

(The throng that clap their mantling wings,
And to loud triumphs strike their strings,)
Thro' liquid seas of day

Ploughing the azure way,

Till to the starry tow'rs the squadrons rise.

The starry tow'rs, thick sown with pearl and gold,
Their adamantine leaves unfold,

And shew the entrance to th' empyreal skies:

Through them our hero mark'd his road,
And through the wheeling ranks of heav'n
An unobstructed path was giv'n,

Till he attain'd th' eternal throne of God;
A throne that blaz'd in uncreating beams,
And from its footstool gush'd unnumber'd streams,
Streams, that in everlasting currents roll,

And pour the boundless joy o'er all th' expanded soul.
Well hast thou done,' th' Almighty Father spoke;
• Well hast thou done,' th' exalted Jesus cry'd;
• Well hast thou done' (all heaven the euge took,)
The saints and angels in their songs replied.

And now a robe of spotless white,
But where the Saviour's flowing vein
Had blush'd it with a sanguine stain,
Invests him round: in various light
(For such was the divine command,)
Refulgent on his brows a crown was plac'd;
And a triumphal palm his better hand
With golden blossoms grac❜d.
Nigh to the seat of bliss

His mansion was assign'd;

Sorrow and sin forsook his breast,
His weary soul was now at rest,

And life, and love, and ecstasies

Unbound his secret pow'rs, and overflow'd his mind.

XIV.

been spilt

Nor has thy life, heroic man,

Without a wrath proportion'd to the guilt:

Enkindled by the cries that rose

From thy dear sacred blood, with those

That shriek'd for vengeance from the brave Munros, Who fell a martyr'd sacrifice

To cool remorseless butcheries,

Heav'n sends its angel righteously severe,

And from the foe exacts the last arrear.

For when the barb'rous bands,

Thick as the swarms that blacken'd Egypt's strands,
And furious as the winter's rushing rains
Impell'd by whirlwinds through the plains,
Had o'er our country roll'd,
Young William rose, (auspicious name,
Sacred to liberty and fame!)

And their mad rage controll'd.
Back to their hills and bogs they fled
(For terror wing'd their nimble speed,)
And howl'd for help in vain :

William pursu'd, and launch'd his vengeful ire (As o'er the stubble runs the crackling fire) Upon the grov❜ling train :

Shudd'ring with horror and despair,

With bellowing pain they rend the air,

Till Culloden's illustrious moor

Groan'd with the heaps of slain, and smok'd with rebel-gore.

Then, Muse, suppress thy rising sighs,

And wipe the anguish from thine eyes; Sing, how rebellion has receiv'd its doom, How Gard'ner dwells in his eternal home,

And in each British heart has rais'd a lasting tomb.

No. III.

AN ACCOUNT OF SOME REMARKABLE PARTICULARS CONCERNING THE ANCIENT FAMILY OF THE MUNROS OF FOWLIS.

WHILE I was endeavouring to do justice to the memory of that excellent man, and most beloved friend, whose memoirs I have now concluded; and was mentioning, in the course of my narration, the tragical consequences which the unnatural rebellion, by which he fell, had drawn along with it, and the many other valuable persons of which it had also deprived us; I could not but particularly reflect on the awful catastrophe of Sir Robert Munro, and his two brothers, the captain, and the doctor; who all within the compass of eight months, and in less than twelve after the death of Colonel Gardiner, with whom they were well acquainted, and to whom they were allied in the bonds of a virtuous and honourable friendship, fell a sacrifice to the rage and cruelty of the same savage destroyers.was desirous of interweaving so remarkable a piece of history with a subject to which it was, alas! so nearly connected; and therefore I ap

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plied myself to a person of high rank most nearly related to them, on whose information. I was sure I might entirely depend; entreating the favour of such an account of these three excellent brothers, and of the circumstances of their death, as I might safely and properly offer to the view of the public.

This honourable person referred me to a gentleman well acquainted with the history of the family of the Munros of Fowlis, and possessed of a distinct historical account of it, taken from the annals which have been kept of that family for many ages past, and from the old writs, charters, and other authentic deeds, belonging to it, which are the vouchers of these annals.

This gentleman was pleased to favour me with a pretty large historical account of this family, beginning it much higher, and carrying it through a much wider extent, than I could have expected from the particular view with which I first requested information.

I next obtained instructions on the same subject from a gentleman at London.--I was then furnished with a particular relation from another gentleman, a pious minister of the church of Scotland, with whom I have the happiness of being well acquainted. And as all these are persons of such a character, that