The game laws and expatriation of the people have now reduced the Highlands and Isles to a wilderness, or nearly so; the clans, whose memory is so inseparably connected with the military history of Scotland in modern times, and with the memory of days gone by, are swept to Australia, or the wilds of that Far West which is now the new home of the Celtic race. According to Wilson-- Time and tide Have washed away like weeds upon the sands, Crowds of the olden life's memorials; And mid the mountains you might as well seek For the lone site of fancy's filmy dream. III. THE LETTRE DE CACHET. Of Major White's companion in misfortune, referred to in the legend bearing the above title, the _Edinburgh Magazine_ for 1789 supplies the following information:-- "The Earl of Mazarine is an Irish peer; he was nearly stopped at Calais, on Friday, on his way here. He was with two other gentlemen, his companions in misfortune, and being all extremely mean and shabbily dressed, were suspected of being bad persons, and no one seemed desirous of embarking in the packet with them. He was at length obliged to declare himself. The people in the packet thought him mad. On landing at Dover, his lordship was the first to jump out of the boat, and in gratitude to Heaven for his deliverance, immediately fell on his knees, and kissing the ground thrice, exclaimed-- "God bless this land of liberty!" This was one of the last episodes in the history of the terrible Bastille. THE END.