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THE CELTIC MAGAZINE.
they were assisted by some of the King's forces in the district. Sir John
petitioned for this, and humbly craved their Lordships to allow him
"
a competent assistance of his Majesty's forces at Fort-William, Inverness,
or where they are lying adjacent to the places where the said diligence is
to be put in execution to siipport and protect the messengers " in the due
execution of the legal diligence against the Earl and "
his mother, by horning,
poinding, arrestment, orotherways/'aiid to recommend to the Governor
at Fort-William or the commander of the forces at Inverness, to grant a
suitable force for the purpose. The Lords of the Privy Council, having
considered the petition, recommended Sir Thomas Livingstone, commanderin-chief
of his Majesty's forces, to order some of these officers already men-
tioned, to furnish the petition "with competent parties of his Majesty's
forces" to support and protect the messengers in the due execution of the
"legal diligence upon the said decreet of Parliament."* We have not
learned the result, but it is not likely to have proved very profitable to
Sir John Dempster.
Kenneth married Lady Frances Herbert, daughter of William, Marquis
of Powis, an English nobleman, by whom he had issue, one son, William,
and a daughter, Mary, who married John Careyl, Esq. He died at Paris
in 1701, and was succeeded by his only son.
(To be Continued.)
THE HEATHER OF SCOTIA.
A song for the heather, the glory -crown'd heather,
The pride of old Scotia, the land of the brave !
To its praise let us blend our glad voices together,
It smiles on the free but it knows not the slave !
In beauty it blooms upon liberty's track,
Where valour and virtue hath chosen a home,
And where our forefathers triumphant rolled back
The tide of invasion, the legions of Rome !
A song for the heather, the glory-crown'd heather, &c.
Among it our light-hearted maidens so sweet,
With lovers whose bosoms are faithful and bold,
To soul-stirring numbers shake nimbly the feet,
Pour'd forth by the blythe sounding warpipe of old !
A song for the heather, the glory-crown'd heather, &c.
High o'er it the bright star of peace, fraught with fame,
A rich, golden light sheds on mountain and glen ;
But sound the proud slogan in freedom's lov'd name,
And teem will the heather with noble-soul'd men !
A song for the heather, the glory-crown'd heather, &c.
The Scot though he roams on earth's loveliest shore,
This wish, ever-cherished, his manly breast fills,
Oh ! when will kind Fate to its birth-place restore,
A heart throbbing wild for its dear heather hills ?
A song for the heather, the glory-crown'd heather, &c.
EDINBURGH. ALEX. LOGAN.
* For this document see "Antiquarian Notes," pp. 118-119.