The rest of you, we would hang upon a gibbet, as high as Haman.”

The whole British army went into mourning for André, to whose memory a monument was erected in Westminster Abbey. On the 10th August, 1821, his remains were exhumed at Tappan, and placed in a superb mahogany coffin for conveyance to England. After forty-one years' interment, the skeleton was quite entire; but no part of his uniform remained, save the belt which bound his hair. In the December of that year his remains were privately re-interred before the cenotaph in the west aisle of the Abbey.

In the New York Royal Gazette André published a poem, entitled the Cowchase, being a satire upon a General Wayne, who made a raid to drive off some cattle; and the last canto of it appeared in the same paper which announced his arrest.

A portrait of André was engraved by Sherwin; and in Notes and Queries for 1853 we are informed that another of him, by Sir Joshua Reynolds, exists at Tunbridge Wells. A third of him, drawn on the morning of his execution, is preserved at Yales College. His sisters survived him long, and lived, till a comparatively recent period, in the Circus, at Bath.

The tree under which André was taken prisoner, a gigantic tulip, one hundred and eleven feet in diameter, was long an object of interest, till it

was destroyed by lightning, on the 31st of July, 1801, on the very day that tidings came to Tarrytown of the death of the traitor, General Arnold. Such is the story of the unfortunate Major André.*ROM DAJEM 49 YHOTZ TO

*In the List of 26th Foot for 1782 we find a Captain Sir Lewis André (of Southampton, Hants), Baronet." 25th March, 1809, died, in the Episcopal Palace of Lichfield, Mrs. Anna Seward, in her 65th year, well known as the author of a monody on her lover, the gallant Major André " Edin. Annual Register,

Who became Aga of the Mamelukes, and Governor of Medina. diese

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has shown us how his countrymen rose in numbers to rank and fame in every European court and army in the olden time, when the first article of a Scotsman's creed, and his favourite toast too, was "Peace at home and plenty of wars elsewhere; " but few, even among the most restless of our military spirits, have sought or won eminence under the banner of the Prophet, unless we except the subject of this paper and one or two others.

Most readers of history are familiar with the famous story of the Grand Vizier, in whom, during a truce between the Russians and Turks, the brave old Marshal Keith discovered-despite beard, turban, and scimitar-the son of the bellman of the Langtoun of Kirkaldy; and a few may have heard of another restless Scot, named Campbell, who became a general of Turkish artillery under the Sultan Selim, and who was

among the first to welcome the 92nd Highlanders, on their appearance in the Bay of Marmorice, in the Levant, in 1801, prior to their departure for Aboukir.

In a memoir of Colonel Cameron, of Fassifern, he is described as feeling no small surprise on finding himself accosted in his native language by one who seemed to be a Turkish dignitary, whose beard was long and venerable, and whose flowing robe was upheld by a trainbearer.

Early in life, about the year 1760, this man, having slain a companion at Fort William in Lochaber, had fled abroad. For forty years he had served under the standard of Islam, and had almost forgotten his native land; but when he saw the Gordon Highlanders in their plaids and plumes at Marmorice, and heard the sound of the pipes, old memories came thick and fast upon him. He burst into tears, says the narrator; "and the astonishment of our soldiers may be imagined, when they were addressed in their own language (the Gaelic, which he had not forgotten) by a Turk in his full national costume, with a beard flowing down to his middle." The ScotoTurk dined with Cameron on board the troopship next day, and sent many boat-loads of fruit for the use of the Highlanders.

In later times we have had Brigadier-General Cannon (the son of a Scottish minister), styled Behram Pasha, commanding a Turkish division

at Silistria, and in battle at Giurgevo; while many sons of the Emerald Isle have found their way into the Turkish army, the chief of whom was, perhaps, the gallant Bim-Bashi O'Reilly, who, on being presented with three beautiful Circassian damsels for his services, duly informed his friends in Ireland that he had been created a Bashaw of Three Tails.

Thomas Keith, the singular subject of this little memoir, was born in Edinburgh, where he began life as an apprentice to a gunsmith; and there, when little more than a youth, he enlisted, on the 4th August,* in the 2nd battalion of the 78th Highlanders, or Ross-shire Buffs, when it was raised in 1804.† This battalion, consisting of 850 men-200 of whom were chiefly MacLeods from the Isle of Lewis-assembled under its colonel, Major-General Mackenzie Fraser, of Castle Fraser, at Fort William, and was reviewed by the Marquis of Huntly, after which it was sent by sea to Hythe, for discipline under the brave Sir John Moore. From thence, after a brief stay at Gibraltar, the battalion, under the command of Lieutenant-Colonel Peter MacLeod, of Geanies, proceeded to join the army in Sicily.

Thomas Keith having proved himself an active, steady, and smart soldier, and being educated

* War Office. Communicated.

† The first Battalion was raised in 1793.