A million of men had all mounted the scaffold, And as many more, their attempts being baffl'd, Chaise longs, and chaise shorts in each field to be found. A guinea an hour for the hacks they demand, A fortune you'd make to drive one on a stand, Yet each cramm'd so full, they seem'd ready to burst, 66 "A coach and a half take!" one man said, "you must!" The windows were let for a dollar an hour; There none wish'd Macleod's fairy flag with the pow'r To double their numbers, and multiply more, At least thirty thousand from Glasgow, or more, A troop flocks from Caithness and Islay's rough tides, A dozen from Kirkwall, Banff, Luss, and Portree, And one from far Lerwick, the sight comes to see: While many Wore out their gold spectacles gazing away! away. The poor spent their holiday thus!—nought to eat, Yet perfectly calm, strong in hope kept their seat:' 1 One poor labourer from the country had expended his last half-crown that "his gude-wife" might see the Queen. Many hundreds had got leave of absence for that day only, and walked twenty or thirty miles for the oc Their last shilling squander'd, their lease fast expiring, Immoveable still,-their good humour's untiring. Boreas though, rude to a proverb,--was adverse; No landing that day could take place 'twas "much fear'd;" On wings of vexation, tho' deeply averse; Now full twenty-thousand were strangers and homeless, casion, and unluckily none of the working classes had been quite so provident as an industrious female, who was about, some years ago, to be hanged, and after mounting the scaffold, asked leave to "put in a few stitches while the crowd was assembling." Like Scotts' picture drawn, of the country at stake, Thus Scotland was burning, in flames all the night,' 1 These numerous bonfires occasioned great embarrassment during that night to the royal squadron. Of the pilots on board, one declined to act, but his coadjutor protested he knew the route as well by night as by day, and that the light on Inchkeith being a revolving one, he felt confident of recognising it accurately. In Fifeshire the coal pits had literally been turned upside down for the conflagration, and the Earl of Haddington ordered more than thirty carts of coal to be placed on the highest peak of Arthur's Seat. CHAPTER V. Lord Chatham with his sword undrawn, Is waiting for the Earl of Chatham. Next day to Da Capo the first all were keen, Though truly it prov'd a far different scene! The gun fir'd at seven to rouse in the morning, Which all had been promis'd should give two hours' warning; But long before then, a loud cry had been rais'd, "Our Queen is safe landed, for which God be prais'd." Was e'er such a scene of confusion and noise, From men, women, children, the rabble, and boys! Niagara's Falls are composure to this! A nation all rushing their Queen not to miss! |