London in the Jacobite times, Volume IIDoran, Dr. (John)
History
London in the Jacobite times, Volume II
Doran, Dr. (John)
London (England) -- History -- 18th century
If report might be credited the Duke of Cumberland brought with him to
London, and in his own carriage, a human head, which he believed to be
that of Charles Edward! Young Roderick Mackenzie called to the soldiers
who shot him down in the Braes of Glenmorristen, ‘Soldiers, you have
killed your lawful prince!’ These words, uttered to divert pursuit
from the young Chevalier, were believed, and when Roderick died, the
soldiers cut off his head and brought it to the Duke of Cumberland’s
quarters. Robert Chambers, in his ‘History of the Rebellion,’ qualifies
with an ‘_it is said_’ the story that the duke stowed away the head in
his chaise, and carried it to London. Dr. Chambers adds, as a fact,
that Richard Morrison, Charles Edward’s body-servant, and a prisoner
at Carlisle, was sent for to London, as the best witness to decide the
question of identity. Morrison fainted at this trial of his feelings;
but regaining composure, he looked steadily at the relic, and declared
that it was not the head of his beloved master.
[Sidenote: ‘_SWEET WILLIAM._’]
But all minor matters were forgotten in the general joy. Now the duke
was back in person, loyal London went mad about ‘the son of George, the
image of Nassau!’ Flattery, at once flowery and poetical, was heaped
upon him. A flower once dedicated to William III. was now dedicated
to him. The white rose in a man’s button-hole or on a lady’s bosom,
in the month of June, was not greater warranty of a Jacobite than the
‘Sweet-William,’ with its old appropriate name, was of a Whig to the
back-bone. Of the poetical homage, here is a sample:――
The pride of France is lily-white,
The rose in June is Jacobite;
The prickly thistle of the Scot
Is Northern knighthood’s badge and lot.
But since the Duke’s victorious blows,
The Lily, Thistle, and the Rose
All droop and fade and die away:
Sweet William’s flower rules the day.
’Tis English growth of beauteous hue,
Clothed, like our troops, in red and blue.
No plant with brighter lustre grows,
Except the laurel on his brows.
[Sidenote: _FLATTERY._]
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