“Apart from Aleyn’s war array, ’Twas there Grey Allen sleepless lay— Grey Allen, who for many a day, Had followed stout and stern, Where, through battle, rout, and reel, Through storm of shot and hedge of steel, Led the grandson of Lochiel, The valiant Fassiefern. Through steel and shot he leads no more; Low laid ’mid friends’ and foemen’s gore; But long his native lake’s wild shore, And Sunard rough, and wild Ardgour, And Morven long shall tell; And proud Ben-Nevis hear with awe, How, at the bloody Quatre Bras, Brave Cameron heard the wild hurrah Of conquest as he fell.” It is a characteristic fact that his last prayers were offered up in his own mountain tongue, and that his last hours were soothed by that mountain music which was blended with his earliest associations and his proudest reminiscences. Other Highlanders have shown on their death-beds the same predilection for that music which, however harsh and unmeaning it may sound in the ears of a stranger, is dear to the heart of every mountaineer, animating him in the hour of danger, and soothing him in sorrow. A singular anecdote is related of Rob Roy, the celebrated freebooter, whose name is familiar to all the readers of Scott’s well-known story. The bold outlaw was often threatened with the gallows, but his cunning and daring enabled him to escape that fate. He died in his own house at an advanced old age. As his end was approaching he learned that a friend who had once been his foe, and was still regarded by him with suspicion, was about to pay him a visit; he roused himself at once, and prepared to meet him. No sign of weakness or approaching dissolution must be witnessed by his former rival; attired in full Highland costume, he seated himself in his arm-chair and ordered his piper to play his favourite tune. When the visit was over, he lay quietly down and died.