alrous and accomplished champion of the | sides his invaluable manuscript memoirs, unhappy Caroline Matilda; Dr. John he left behind a poetical epistle to his Rutherford, maternal grandfather of Wal- wife, and a "System of Agriculture," on ter Scott; Sir Adolphus Oughton, whose which he was qualified to speak, having learning and sweet temper were acknowl been the first to bring farming to any peredged by Johnson- and many others who fection in his native county. He loved do not figure so prominently in the bi- Montaigne, whose humorous wisdom was ographies of last century. often on his lips, and the old French fairy tales; and he had, says his great-grandson naïvely, "a peculiar sympathy with St. James, and delight in his catholic Epistle, as that emphatically of a gentleof it, all Christian excellence and perfeca term implying, in his acceptance Lady Anne's chief friend among the el ders of the family was her father. Almost my first recollection [she says] is seeing him occupied with dusty papers sent him in a tartan plaid by the old Laird of MacFarlane the ugliest chieftain, with the reddest nose, I had ever beheld. I afterwards learnt that, being a famous genealogist and antiquarian, my father had applied to him for information to complete the pedigree of his family. Possessed of the necessary papers he pursued his work with delight, while I watched his pen, rejoiced at seeing him so well amused. I was rewarded with a few sugarplums from the children's drawer for the attention I showed, which flowed from my heart, independent of all views on the crusted almonds. Many stories are told of the earl's kindness of heart, of which this is a sample: visiting a field of turnips on which he greatly prided himself, he found an old pensioner of his busily filling a sack with his fine favorites. He gave her a scolding, to which she only replied with a curtsey, and he was walking away, when she called after him: "Eh, my lord, it's 'unco' heavy! Wad ye no be so kind as help me on wi' 't?" which he did, and the old woman trudged off rejoicing.* His death, in February, 1768, made the first great break in the family. He met its approach with the manly and pleasant composure he had maintained throughout life. "I have lived beyond the age of man," he said, "and have nothing to complain of but that I have not been able to be so good as we all ought to be." He escaped the evils of old age, wrote his wife, at the instant they threatened to lay hold of him; and rather ceased to be, than underwent the sting of death." Be something tolerable in your lordship's eyes," wrote Hume, in 1754- "It has full as many inveterate enemies as partial defenders. . . I observe that the book is in general rather more agreeable to those they call Tories. And I believe chiefly from this reason, that having no places to bestow, they are more moderate in their expectations from a writer. A Whig, who can give hundreds a year, will not be contented with small sacrifices of truth; and most authors are willing to purchase favor at so reasonable a price." One year almost every important house in Fifeshire was attacked by robbers, who were at last carried before the county court. "Why did you never come to me?" asked Lord Balcarres. "We often did, my lord." they replied, "but your doors always stood open, and then it is our rule not to enter." man tion." After the earl's death, old Lady Dalrymple and Anne Murray Keith settled in Edinburgh, thus widening the horizon for the eleven young people whom the wid owed countess was bringing up at Balcarres, and who had formerly seen the Modern Athens "sweetly smoking in the distance," without being allowed to incur the expense and fatigue of a visit to it. A most charming and engaging group they form, painted for us not only by their lov ing sister and biographer, but by their own affectionate and clever letters. While the elders were growing into "honest men and bonnie lassies," such as Scotland may be justly proud of rearing, the "second battalion of infantry," as Lady Anne calls them, early showed their characters and tastes. shoulder his little cane and fancy himself a James, a spirited, fine little child, began to soldier; William, animated and good-looking, declared he was a commodore; Charles, sweetblooded, could not understand what any one could mean by fighting-he was to be a clergy. man. John, pleasant and eccentric, unfettered and free, was more difficult to dispose of. "He respected no rules and no person." A plaything being taken from him by the countess as a punishment for a repeated offence, he exclaimed: "Woman, I told you I would do the same, and I'll do the same to morrow!" The morrow came, the sin was repeated, another plaything was withdrawn; but the little philosopher looked at the sunshine and observed, Here is a fine day, and my mother cannot take it from me!" The first to leave the parent nest was Alexander, the young Earl of Balcarres, who at fifteen purchased an ensigncy in the 53rd Foot, joined his regiment at Gibraltar, and then went to Gottingen to study. For several years he lived almost entirely on his pay, devoting his income * her voice, whose rich pathetic melody moved her listeners to tears; her clear and thoughtful mind; her purity, piety and benevolence of character; an overacute sensibility was, she adds, Margaret's "only imperfection." Often [writes Lady Anne] when I "could not see the wood for trees," Margaret saw not a twig more or less than she ought. not how she acquired knowledge I know our old drive to clearing the estate and assisting his the man!" Gifted though she was by nature, Lady Margaret's fate was a very sad one. Her early marriage was most unfortunate ruin and disgrace overtook her husband when she was only nineteen, her beautiful home was utterly wrecked. But through every trial her letters to her husband and sister show an exquisite combination of playful tenderness, fortitude, and religious patience. Many years after Mr. ForIn 1793, Lord Balcarres was made gov-dyce's death she is said to have suffered ernor and commander of the forces in Jersey, where his active co-operation with the army of La Vendée was worthy of his Jacobite blood-and in 1796 he went as governor to Jamaica, holding that post for seven years, and doing such service in suppressing the Maroon rebellion that the Assembly voted seven hundred guineas for a sword, presented to him on behalf of a grateful colony. He left the island amidst general regret, and settled on his wife's estate, Haigh Hall, Lancashire, which he raised from ruin and desolation to prosperity. His son, the seventh Earl of Balcarres, became twenty-fourth Earl of Crawford in 1848, and was created a Brit-rock, the birds, the beach," poring over ish peer as Baron Wigan. To return to the old Scottish mansion. A dowager Lady Balcarres, widow of Earl Alex- tric. Irving, in his "Life of Washington," praises Lord Balcarres bravery. Mr. Stuart ("Three Years in North America," vol. ii., p. 462) says that during the residence of General Benedict Arnold in England, George III. attempted to introduce the two former foes. "What, sire!" exclaimed the earl, drawing himself up, "the traitor Arnold?" A challenge followed, and it was arranged that they should fire by signal. Arnold fired and missed; Lord Balcarres turned on his heel to walk away. "Why don't you fire, my lord?" cried Arnoid. "Sir," said Balcarres, looking over his shoulder, "I leave you to the executioner." deeply "from the attachment of a man who sacrificed her life and happiness to his selfishness." And only very late did she know a brief Indian summer - two years of affectionate companionship with one who, as he then acknowledged, had loved her "almost from infancy a glimpse of peace which, says Lady Anne, "she braved the smiles of the world to fold to her heart.” * When her" sweet young Peg" had married and gone to England, Lady Anne spent more time than ever in her little room in the high winding staircase "which commanded the sea, the lake, the old volumes, or scribbling verse or prose on the "envelopes of old letters." One day a fancy took her to write new words to a Scottish air which Sophy Johnstone (the "child of nature") used to sing, the old ones being unsuited to its plaintive beauty; and in the course of her attempt, she came to a standstill. Calling her sister Elizabeth, who was at play hard by, she said, I have been writing a ballad, my dear. I am oppressing my heroine with many misfortunes I have sent her Jamie to sea, and * Lady Margaret Fordyce inspired Sheridan's once well-known lines, beginning: "Marked you her eye of heavenly blue;" and she not only inspired poetry but wrote it. Some of her playful verses to members of her family, and translations from Haller and Bürger (including "Lenore"), are given in the "Lives of the Lindsays." broken her father's arm, and made her mothering a world-wide reputation, many changes fall sick, and given her Auld Robin Gray for were taking place in its author's family. a lover; but I wish to load her with a fifth Robert, the second son, went to India, sorrow in the four lines, poor thing! Help and by indefatigable industry and integ me to one, I pray. rity after being, as circumstances required, "soldier, magistrate, political agent, farmer, ornamental gardener, elephant-catcher, tiger-hunter, shipbuilder, lime-manufacturer, physician, and surgeon "made a fortune which enabled him to lavish benefits on his family, old servants, and humble friends, and, returning to Fifeshire in the prime of life, make a most happy marriage with a fair cousin he had "marked for his own before he went abroad. "Steal the cow, sister Anne," said little Elizabeth. The cow was lifted, and the ballad completed. But although willing to sing it whenever asked and when once sung it passed electrically from heart to heart and lip to lip, till soon there was scarcely a fireside in Great Britain where it had not been heard Lady Anne never admitted its authorship, except to her mother, till within two years of her death. She let the press and the public - learned societies and private friends puzzle over it in vain, till, seeing it attributed to herself in "The Pirate," she wrote to Sir Walter Scott asking him to thank the "author of 'Waverley"" for his discrimination. Colin, the third son, called "Don Quixote" from his punctilious honor amiable, elegant, animated and "the very soul of truth"-entered the army, and served in the American War; in the West Indies; and in the defence of Gibraltar. There was a second part (written in There, when provisions were scarce, and response to the countess's "Annie! I a pound of tea cost a guinea, a little ship wish you would tell me how that unlucky from Fifeshire managed to run the blockbusiness of Jeanie and Jamie ended"); ade. Unfortunately the skipper had no but, like most sequels, sadly inferior to sooner landed, than he quarrelled with a the original song. The first to detect young officer and received a challenge. Lady Anne, out of her own family, was Making his way to Captain Lindsay, whom Lady Jane Scott, sister of the Duke of he knew by name, the sailor begged him Buccleuch, who shrewdly said to her at to be his second; adding in lowered tones, Dalkeith, "You sing that song in a way "If ye will, I'll gie ye a pound o' tea!" that makes me sure it is your own writ-"Make it two," whispered Colin, "and ing" and extorted a copy of the words as the price of silence. Scott replied to the letter already mentioned, that although he could not tell why the mysterious "author of Waverley' "should have ascribed the poem to its real author, he himself had felt no doubt about it for forty years. And after some reminiscences of Sophy Johnstone, "with her jockey coat, masculine stride, strong voice, and occasionally round oath; "" and of the countess, whom by right of a far-away "cousinred" (through the Duffs and Dalrymples) he used to be allowed to attend to the theatre the asked Lady Anne to allow him to furnish the Bannatyne Club with a correct version of the ballad, its history and authorship. To this she agreed, and a thin quarto volume was printed and circulated among the members in 1824. While "Auld Robin Gray was achiev Named after the herdsman at Balcarres, who had announced the flight of the children long before. An Edinburgh literary society, whose chief object was the preservation of "floating records of Scottish history and antiquities." I'll fight your duel for you!" The bargain was struck; Captain Lindsay called on the offended officer and made him laugh at the story, and promise to shake hands with the skipper; and inviting them both to meet a party of brother officers that evening, he regaled them all on the precious tea. John Lindsay, who had a company in the 2nd Battalion of the 73rd Foot, received four wounds, was taken prisoner at Conjeveram in 1780, and during a captivity of nearly four years, suffered every description of hardship. His account of this long captivity was pronounced by the Quarterly Review "one of the most interesting journals we ever read, portraying most unaffectedly the charming temper and imperturbable spirit of the writer." He quitted the army in 1801, having married Charlotte, daughter of the Earl of Guildford-well remembered as almost the only lady whose mind, character and position gave respectability to the household of Queen Caroline, till at last even she was induced, by her friends and her brother, to leave her indiscreet and undignified mistress. Scott said that Lady Charlotte's spontaneous wit re 66 minded him of "the gifted princess who | dan, Dundas, and Wyndham, were concould not comb her locks without produc- spicuous. Lady Anne, graceful, witty, ing pearls and rubies." Her goodness elegant, with an unequalled power of and amiability made her like a third sister pleasing," had the almost unique disto Mary and Agnes Berry, near whom she tinction of George IV.'s disinterested spent her later years, that they might friendship. Once, when he was very ill, "help one another down hill and be only he sent for "Sister Anne," as he called desirous of going first.” * her, and said that as they might never meet again, he wished to assure her of his love, and beg her acceptance of a gold chain in remembrance of him. While John Lindsay was imprisoned in Seringapatam, his brother James fell, storming the redoubts of Cuddalore. He was taken to the French hospital and humanely treated, bearing the agony of a grapeshot in the knee with wonderful cheerfulness. In a few days he felt so well that he sent for a fiddle, with which Lady Anne had many “eligible" offers, but, according to one of her favorite nephews, indecision was her failing - hesitation upset her judgment. Her heart had never been to amuse himself. But it had hardly captured, and she remained single till late in reached him when he exclaimed, "I am life, when she married an accomplished but ill-all is over," and died in a few hours.not wealthy gentleman [Mr. Barnard, son of His brother Balcarres said, “All the army the Bishop of Limerick] whom she accomadored him.” panied to the Cape of Good Hope on his ap. William and Hugh entered the navy.pointment as Colonial Secretary under Lord The former, a gallant young officer, was Macartney. drowned at St. Helena. The latter, after the American War, quitted the king's service for that of the East India Company; Charles became Bishop of Kildare, and head of a "numerous tribe" of Lindsays in Ireland. The poor round Glasnevin called him "the darlin' Lord Bishop." He lived amongst them, increasingly beloved, till his eighty-sixth year. This was in 1797, and she remained there, making many friends, enjoying the varied experiences of her new life, and making even its discomforts amusing by her kind heart and sense of humor, till stored to the Dutch. January, 1802, when the Cape was Mr. Barnard re re joined her in the following year, but in ... more erect, more active, younger by five years than she was five years ago, and more cheerful and lively than I have seen her these twenty years. To-day a chattering woman, whose "conversation is endless but empty, had been here, and on her leaving, my mother said, “I could easily fit to that woman's talk, if I might remember a line of Shakespeare's which I make a small alteration. It is, The beautiful little Elizabeth, who had "lifted the cow "" for her sister, grew a brilliant woman, married the third Earl of Hardwicket and became mother of Ladies Mexborough, Caledon, Somers, and Stuart de Rothesay. Her eldest son, Viscount Royston, a young man of amiable disposition and great promise, was drowned in the stranding of the "Agatha,' of Lubeck, off Memel, in 1808, within a month of completing his twenty-fourth year. He had been travelling for four years; and his letters from abroad, with a translation of Lycophron's "Cassandra," etc., were published posthumously, edited by the Rev. Henry Pepys, afterwards Bishop of Worcester. Both the Countess of Hardwicke's other sons died in childhood. She herself survived till 1858, when she was ninety-five years old. Meantime, Lady Anne and Lady Margaret, again united, made a home in London, where a circle of admirers gathered round them, amongst whom Burke,‡ Sheri * Journals and Correspondence of Miss Berry, vol. iii., p. 486. t Sharp's "Genealogical Peerage" erroneously calls Lady Hardwicke "eldest" instead of youngest daughter of the fifth earl of Balcarres. Burke lost his only and idolized son in 1794, and Lady Anne wrote him a letter of condolence, of which he said: "It is as consolatory as anything can be. She acquis me of faults towards my son. I would to God my conscience could do the same. I could better bear the most insupportable of all calamities. On the contrary, my mind runs over a thousand improprieties, neglects, and mismanagements of every kind, all, indeed, except a fundamental want of honor, respect, and love for him. Amidst all those offences, how could he be sensibie how dearly, dearly I prized him?" health is good, and what is rather laugh- er so ardently loved, having all gone able, I am looking, for a girl of my age, before Lady Anne lived in Berkeley really handsome. It makes me smile, Square, devoting herself almost entirely when I am complimented on my charms, to completing the family memoirs on to think that I cannot recollect the name which she used to see her father so inof the person who does so." But pres- tent, and collecting the literary relics of ently she adds briskly, "I never forget her brothers and sisters. a pip at whist." My friends press me to go out and amuse When the sisters visited her she was living in her old Fifeshire home, with her myself [she wrote]. But I should go without any interest beyond the charm of getting home son Robert and his lovely wife, "guileless again. By the side of my fire I have got into as one of her own babes, but with all the the habit of living in other days with those I liberality of the great world." Robert loved, reflecting on the past, hoping in the fuLindsay had bought Balcarres when his ture, and sometimes looking back with a sorelder brother found it beyond his own rowful retrospect where I fear I may have means to clear the estate from incum-erred. Together with these mental employbrance, but assured his sister that he ments I have various sources of amusement; would give Lord Balcarres the option of I compile and arrange my memoranda of past observations and events. I retouch some resuming it should fortune enable him to sketches and form new ones from souvenirs do so. The opportunity came, and the taken on the spot. .. With such entertainoffer was made; but Robert heard "with ments for my mornings, and a house full of transport," says Lady Anne, that Lord nephews and nieces, together with the near Balcarres had no desire to leave Haigh connections of my dear Barnard, all tenderly Hall. " Never," she exclaims, "was there attached to me, I have great, great reason to a set of men so disinterested as my bless God, who, in taking much from me, has brothers." left me so much! In her own old home, then, the mother In 1825, Lady Anne Barnard died, aged of all these loving children passed her last years, with every little infirmity of tem- seventy-four, soon after the death of her brother, Lord Balcarres. It would take a per mellowed and sweetened away by volume rather than a few pages to chroni time and reflection. Her married daugh-cle all the good deeds and good sayings ters often urged her to spend the alternate of this one branch of the grand old house years with them in England, but she of Lindsay. It is pleasant to remember would reply: "No, no, ladies no resi. dences but in my own country. A visit that there are still those who have inher perhaps you may have from me, if I think ited, with the family name, the family tal myself well enough to go to court and see my old flirt the king." The only change she ever voluntarily contemplated was the inevitable one which comes to all when the happiness of this world was to be exchanged, as she firmly believed, for greater happiness in the next. "And then," she said to her daughter, we shall all be young together again, Annie." This change came at last, in November, 1820, when she was ninety-three years old, so quietly that those who were ten derly watching hardly knew when all was over. Among the last things which failing memory allowed her to repeat were two lines from the second part of "Auld Robin Gray," written at her request. "Tell Annie," she said, "that My wheel I turn round, but I ɔome little speed, For my hand is grown feeble, and weak is my thread." ents and virtues. From Temple Bar. MARIE, THE FRENCHE QUENE. 1498-1533. IN the borough of Southwark, over against St. George's Church, are now iron warehouses, many busy shops, and behind these the remains of old courts, the site of an old Alsatia, known as the Mint-Mat o' th' Mint is one of the characters of "The Beggars' Opera" - Jack Sheppard and his people haunted the place-here was Jonathan Wild's recruiting-ground whenever he needed smart gentlemen for "the road," say for Hounslow Heath, or other outlets and inlets of London, where trav ellers might be eased of their valuables. So bad was the place that it was found needful to pass a special act of Parlia Then the husband, sister,* and moth-ment, indeed more than one act from Wil *Lady Margaret died in 1814. liam and Mary to George I., to clear out this most unwholesome and vicious col |