Over yon hills and yon lofty mountain, Where the trees are clad with snow; And down by yon murm’ring crystal fountain, Where the silver streams do flow; There fair Flora sat, complaining For the absence of our King, Crying, ‘Charlie, lovely Charlie! When shall we two meet again?’ At this period, the unhappy Charles Edward was neither lovely nor loveable. His ballad poet, above, has paraphrased, or parodied, a popular song, ‘Over Hills and high Mountains,’――but so ill, with excess or lack of feet, indifferently, as to serve the measure with the arbitrary despotism with which the Stuarts themselves would have visited Church and Constitution. [Sidenote: _JACOBITE JOHNSON._] It will be remembered that when Jacobite Johnson was pensioned, the English language did not suffice to give expression to his feelings. He was obliged to borrow a word from France: he was _pénétré_ with his Majesty’s goodness. In 1783,――weighing Stuart against Brunswick, Johnson borrowed a word from the same foreign source, to disparage the House of Hanover. It must be confessed that Dr. Johnson’s Jacobitism had become a ‘sentiment,’ in 1783. He could then indignantly denounce the factious opposition to Government, and yet account for it on Jacobite principles. He imputed it to the Revolution. One night, at Mrs. Thrale’s house in Argyle Street, where the conversation turned on this subject, ‘Sir,’ said he, in a low voice, having come nearer to me, while his old prejudices seemed to be fermenting in his mind, ‘the Hanoverian family is _isolée_ here. They have no friends. Now, the Stuarts had friends who stuck by them so late as 1745. When the right of the king is not reverenced, there will not be reverence for those appointed by the king.’ [Sidenote: _BOSWELL, ON ALLEGIANCE._]