without any degree of the bitterness of spirit which seldom fails
to attend internal dissension. The Highlanders, who formed the
principal strength of Charles Edward's army, were an ancient and
high-spirited race, peculiar in their habits of war and of peace,
brave to romance, and exhibiting a character turning upon points
more adapted to poetry than to the prose of real life. Their
prince, young, valiant, patient of fatigue, and despising danger,
heading his army on foot in the most toilsome marches, and
defeating a regular force in three battles--all these were
circumstances fascinating to the imagination, and might well be
supposed to seduce young and enthusiastic minds to the cause in
which they were found united, although wisdom and reason frowned
upon the enterprise.

The adventurous prince, as is well known, proved to be one of
those personages who distinguish themselves during some single
and extraordinarily brilliant period of their lives, like the
course of a shooting-star, at which men wonder, as well on
account of the briefness, as the brilliancy of its splendour. A
long tract of darkness overshadowed the subsequent life of a man
who, in his youth, showed himself so capable of great
undertakings; and, without the painful task of tracing his course
farther, we may say the latter pursuits and habits of this
unhappy prince are those painfully evincing a broken heart, which
seeks refuge from its own thoughts in sordid enjoyments.

Still, however, it was long ere Charles Edward appeared to be,
perhaps it was long ere he altogether became, so much degraded
from his original self; as he enjoyed for a time the lustre
attending the progress and termination of his enterprise. Those