William MacLeod Raine

A Daughter of Raasay: A Tale of the '45


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       William MacLeod Raine

      A Daughter of Raasay: A Tale of the '45

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066192327

       CHAPTER I

       THE SPORT OF CHANCE

       CHAPTER II

       A CRY IN THE NIGHT

       CHAPTER III

       DEOCH SLAINT AN RIGH!

       CHAPTER IV

       OF LOVE AND WAR

       V

       THE HUE AND CRY

       CHAPTER VI

       IN THE MATTER OF A KISS

       CHAPTER VII

       MY LADY RAGES

       CHAPTER VIII

       CHARLES EDWARD STUART

       CHAPTER IX

       BLUE BONNETS ARE OVER THE BORDER

       CHAPTER X

       CULLODEN

       CHAPTER XI

       THE RED HEATHER HILLS

       CHAPTER XII

       VOLNEY PAYS A DEBT

       CHAPTER XIII

       THE LITTLE GOD HAS AN INNINGS

       CHAPTER XIV

       THE AFTERMATH

       CHAPTER XV

       A REPRIEVE!

       CHAPTER XVI

       VOLNEY’S GUEST

       CHAPTER XVII

       THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW

       CHAPTER XVIII

       THE SHADOW FALLS

       THE AFTERWORD

The Ladies of St. James’s The ladies of St. James’s Go swinging to the play; Their footmen run before them With a “Stand by! Clear the way!” But Phyllida, my Phyllida! She takes her buckled shoon. When we go out a-courting Beneath the harvest moon. The ladies of St. James’s! They are so fine and fair, You’d think a box of essences Was broken in the air: But Phyllida, my Phyllida! The breath of heath and furze When breezes blow at morning, Is not so fresh as hers. The ladies of St. James’s! They’re painted to the eyes; Their white it stays forever, Their red it never dies: But Phyllida, my Phyllida! Her colour comes and goes; It trembles to a lily— It wavers like a rose. The ladies of St. James’s! You scarce can understand The half of all their speeches, Their phrases are so grand: But Phyllida, my Phyllida! Her shy and simple words Are clear as after raindrops The music of the birds. The ladies of St. James’s! They have their fits and freaks; They smile on you—for seconds; They frown on you—for weeks: But Phyllida, my Phyllida! Come either storm or shine, From shrovetide unto shrovetide Is always true—and mine. Austin Dobson.

      FOREWORD

      When this romance touches history the author believes that it is, in every respect, with one possible exception, in accord with the accepted facts. In detailing the history of “the ‘45’ ” and the sufferings of the misguided gentlemen who flung away the scabbard out of loyalty to a worthless cause, care has been taken to make the story agree with history. The writer does not of course indorse the view of Prince Charles’ character herein set forth by Kenneth Montagu, but there is abundant evidence to show that the Young Chevalier had in a very large degree those qualities which were lacking to none of the Stuarts: a charming personality and a gallant bearing. If his later life did not fulfil the promise of his youth, the unhappy circumstances which hampered him should be kept in mind as an extenuation.

      The thanks of the writer are due for pertinent criticism to Miss Chase, to Mr. Arthur Chapman and to Mr. James Rain, and especially to Mr. Ellery Sedgwick, whose friendly interest and kindly encouragement have been unfailing.

      Acknowledgment