This nobleman's intellectual powers seem to have been considerable, and his learning extensive. He spoke Latin, French, and English, fluently, and other modern languages intelligibly. He studied at Aberdeen, and disputed his philosophy in Greek; and, though he was educated a protestant, yet, after three years' study of divinity and controversy, he turned papist. He maintained an appearance of that facetious disposition for which he was remarkable, to the last; and seems to have taken great pains to quit the stage, not only with decency, but with that dignity which is thought to distinguish the good conscience and the noble mind. The following lines upon the execution of these noblemen are said to have been repeated with great energy by Dr. Johnson, although there appears to be no ground for supposing that they were the Doctor's own composition. They first appeared in the Gentleman's Magazine: "Pitied by gentle minds, Kilmarnock died; The brave, Balmerino, were on thy side; Ratcliffe, unhappy in his crimes of youth, Steady in what he still mistook for truth, Beheld his death so decently unmoved, The soft lamented, and the brave approved. But Lovat's end indifferently we view, True to no king, to no religion true: No fair forgets the ruin he has done; No child laments the tyrant of his son; No Tory pities, thinking what he was; No Whig compassions, for he left the cause; The brave regret not, for he was not brave, The honest mourn not, knowing him a knave." FRANCIS TOWNLEY, JAMES DAWSON, AND OTHERS. EXECUTED FOR HIGH TREASON. These prisoners were parties to the same plot, and all of them held ranks in the Pretender's army. Dawson had paid addresses to a young lady, to whom he was to have been married immediately after his enlargement, if the solicitations that were made for his pardon had been attended with the desired effect. The circumstance of his love, and the melancholy that was produced by his death, are so admirably treated in the following ballad of Shenstone, that Dawson's story will probably be remembered and regretted when that of the rest of the rebels will be forgotten. JEMMY DAWSON: A BALLAD. Come listen to my mournful tale, Ye tender hearts and lovers dear, Nor will you scorn to heave a sigh, Nor will you blush to shed a tear. And thou, dear Kitty, peerless maid, Do thou a pensive ear incline; For canst thou weep at every woe, And pity every 'plaint, but mine? Young Dawson was a gallant youth, A lighter never trod the plain; And well he loved one charming maid, And dearly was he loved again. One tender maid, she loved him dear, Of gentle blood the damsel came; And faultless was her beauteous form, And spotless was her virgin fame.