The foregoing many incidents remind us of the well-known Scottish epitaph on Marjory Scott, who died February 26th, 1728, at Dunkeld, at the extreme age of one hundred years. According to Chambers's "Domestic Annals of Scotland," the following epitaph was composed for her by Alexander Pennecuik, but never inscribed, and it has been preserved by the reverend statist of the parish, as a whimsical statement of historical facts comprehended within the life of an individual:-- Stop, passenger, until my life you read, The living may get knowledge from the dead. Five times five years I led a virgin life, Five times five years I was a virtuous wife; Ten times five years I lived a widow chaste, Now tired of this mortal life I rest. Betwixt my cradle and my grave hath been Eight mighty kings of Scotland and a queen. Full twice five years the Commonwealth I saw. Ten times the subjects rise against the law; And, which is worse than any civil war, A king arraigned before the subject's bar. Swarms of sectarians, hot with hellish rage, Cut off his royal head upon the stage. Twice did I see old prelacy pulled down, And twice the cloak did sink beneath the gown. I saw the Stuart race thrust out; nay, more, I saw our country sold for English ore; Our numerous nobles, who have famous been, Sunk to the lowly number of sixteen. Such desolation in my days have been, I have an end of all perfection seen! A foot-note states: "The minister's version is here corrected from one of the _Gentleman's Magazines_ for January 1733; but both are incorrect, there having been during 1728 and the one hundred preceding years no more than six kings of Scotland." In Scott's "Tales of a Grandfather," there is an account of the Battle of Lillyard's Edge, which was fought in 1545. The spot on which the battle occurred is so called from an Amazonian Scottish woman, who is reported, by tradition, to have distinguished herself in the fight. An inscription which was placed on her tombstone was legible within the present century, and is said to have run thus:-- Fair Maiden Lillyard lies under this stane, Little was her stature, but great was her fame; Upon the English louns she laid many thumps, And when her legs were cutted off, she fought upon her stumps. The tradition says that a beautiful young lady, called Lillyard, followed her lover from the little village of Maxton, and when she saw him fall in battle, rushed herself into the heat of the fight, and was killed, after slaying several of the English.