all those that are willing the Christian doctrine. All this was executed next day. Mr Forsey departed next night for Castle Gordon. My father was put in prison twice, and was liberated twice, paying five hundred merks; and as the Earl of Mar was his great friend, he lost not his bit land. So, when Almighty God, in his mercy, has a mind to convert a country, he does extraordinary things, and gives his grace to those that are sincere, of an upright heart, and prefer their salvation to all things else.

The conversion of one John Lamond, alias Buy, who left a numerous progeny in Braemar, is worth the recording. Very many in this country remember the story, which is shortly this. John Lamond, now called n' skener Buy, was an elder of the kirk, and a little anecdote is remembered of him. One day Mr Robison, minister of Glen Muick, when preaching in our kirk, and explaining the text of St James, said: "You see here, dearly beloved, you are ordered, indeed, to confess your faults; but not to the ugly, ill-far'd priest, as some do in this country. For look to the text above; is any one sick among you, let him call for the Church." When the people came out, John accosted Mrs Farquharson: "If being married to Auchindryne, you turn papist, remember it must not be to the ugly priest you are to make your confession, but to me." These two sayings helped greatly to her conversion. John Buy, some time after this, went down to see my father in prison. "God help us," said he, "poor ignorant people. You preached to us in the kirk against that religion; was at the college, read many books, and now you suffer imprisonment for it as cheerfully as if you were at a feast, which I am sure you would never do if you thought you could be saved in our religion; and if so, what will become of me, and many others, that cannot read a book, and hear so many evil things of that religion." My father answered: "It is as easy for God Almighty to convince you or any other ignorant man, of the truth he has revealed for our salvation, as the greatest doctor on earth. He requires an upright heart, and that they prefer his honour and their own salvation to all things else." John briskly replied: "I'm quite willing and ready to do anything to obtain that light: what signifies to be happy for a short time in this miserable life, and be eternally tormented for want of the true means given us by Christ for our salvation? Tell me what I shall do, and I'm fully resolved to do it." My father told him : "If your heart is according to what you say, you infallibly will come to know the truth. Can you pray?" Ans.: "Indeed, we seldom trouble God Almighty with our prayers." Reply: "Prayer, John, being the key to heaven, is quite necessary for obtaining his grace, without which we can

not expect to go there; have you the Lord's Prayer?" Ans.: "I knew it when a child." "Have you the Creed?" "I had it; but now I forget both." My father took pains to teach him both, and said: "Go home. Lent is beginning. Whenever you waken in the morning, kneel and say earnestly what I have taught you, and add: O Lord Jesus, who came down from heaven to teach us the true way to save our souls, show me that true way, and with thy holy help and grace, I will embrace it, that my soul may be saved, whatever my body suffer for it in this life.' Be fervent and in earnest, with a great desire to obtain what you ask." Next at home, he begins. His wife, in a great surprise: "Surely," said she, "you have seen the devil; who ever saw you at your prayers before?" My father being liberated about Maunday Thursday, John came to him on Holy Saturday. "What have you seen, John ?" "Nothing." "Go home and say your prayers to-night as well as you can: declare to God Almighty that you will be always ready to suffer persecution for and with Jesus Christ, and I will engage others to pray for you, who, I hope, will be heard." John comes next morning, and would be received immediately. "No, John; St Paul was sent to be instructed by Ananias; and you must know, in the ordinary way of Providence, why you believe what he has revealed. Sit down and tell me what you saw." John spoke thus: "I thought I found myself lying on an old rotten stock, and on my breast. This stock was near the top of a steep precipice. I looked down; saw a great furnace like a boiling caldron, with men's heads, feet, and hands rising and falling down again as the tar was boiling. My hair stood on end. I looked slowly behind me, and I saw a big man with lowland clothes, and a strange cap on his head, made of some black wild beast's skin, and said: 'O man! if you be a Christian and fear God, show me how I'll come out of this dangerous place.' He said: Put your foot on the stair at your right hand, and I'll help you up.' I saw the stair, indeed, but said it was too far from me. I must seek some other way; but as he insisted on the same, I stretched out my leg to let him see that it was too far. I found myself upon the stair. He took my hand and brought me up. The Lord bless me,' said I, 'what is yon abominable place?' 'Yon place,' answered he, 'is hell; the stock whereon you lay is the religion you now profess the same rotten stock would moulder away with your life, and you would fall into yon bottomless pit for ever.' 'Oh, then, for Christ's sake,' said I, 'show me the true religion that can save my soul from falling into such a dismal place.' He said: Come with me and I will show you it.' I followed him, and he entered a house, and there I saw a wonderful sight;

believe me or not. I tell what I saw: I saw men and women kneeling; I saw their lips in motion. It seemed they prayed in silence. I saw a table covered with linens. I saw a thick, low-statured man; he put on a big shirt above his clothes, and tied it with a belt, &c. When the man that brought me in and I went out with the people, I asked him, 'What was yon?' He answered: Yon is God's true worship in his Holy Catholic Church, to which you must be added as a member, if you will be saved for ever.' Then I awoke; nor did think till then I was sleeping." My father asked: "Would you know the man that brought you from the precipice ?" "I would know him among thousands," said John. Mr Ramsay, new come from Germany, was called out. "This-this is the very man.' "Would you know the man you saw at the table?" "Yes, very well." They were called into prayers as Mr Seton was just beginning mass. John was advised by my father to thank God for the vision he was pleased to give him in his dream, assuring him it was from God himself. But John was so astonished to see the reality of his vision, that he was in an amazement, crying out: "This is the very man; this is what he did," &c. In fine, he was instructed and received. He was an old man when I knew him. His numerous offspring are still firm Catholics.

Mr John Innes, missionary in Glengairn, whom I knew well, was a schoolmaster in the south, beyond Edinburgh, was moved with great zeal and indignation, hearing that a great man there sent for a priest out of Edinburgh, and came to the great man's house to expostulate with the priest, since he durst not scold the sick. "I wonder," said he, "how you priests come and delude people when they lose their judgment." "Go immediately up to his room," replied the priest, "and examine well if he be in his sound judgment, and see to convert him back again." This the other did not think proper to do, seeing he was told the gentleman was as sound in judgment as ever he was. They spoke a great deal together. Mr Innes asked the loan of a book; was sent afterwards to the province of Champagne; became a Jesuit, and afterwards missionary in Glengairn, where he helped and converted many.

Isabel Bowman, whom I knew well, and assisted at her last in the Cults of Glengairn, a young lass in Glen Esk, came over to seek beasts to Etnich Lodge, in a Catholic house. As the people of the house were telling their dreams, they asked her did she dream? "Yes," said Isabel; "but my dream being so extraordinarily whimsical, I dare not tell it: you would surely think me wrong in the head." They pressed her to tell. "I thought, then," said she, "that I was on my back in a filthy,

I struggled much to rise, but .

stinking There comes a gentleman near by who asked, 'Why do you lie there, woman?' 'Oh, sir, I am not able to rise.' 'Will you reach your hand to me and I'll help you?' I did so, and rose easily. I saw people going into a house. I went in with them. I saw my gentleman at a table "-(then she described the priest's clothing and Mass very minutely)-"wondering very much how such strange things would come into a Christian's head." When she finished telling her dream, some one in the house asked her if she would go down with them to and they would make her see the best part of her dream with her eyes open. She went, and understood her dream was from God, and was converted."

[The above occurrences were literally transcribed from a manuscript written at the desire of Bishop Geddes, in the year 1788, by Father Charles Farquharson, of the Society of Jesus. This Mr Charles Farquharson was son to Mr Lewis Farquharson of Auchindryne. He came to the mission in 1746, was long a zealous missionary in Glengairn, and afterwards in Braemar, where he lives to this day. This was here transcribed at the desire of the above-mentioned Bishop Geddes.-Aberdeen, 14th Nov. 1794.]

This Lewis, called the minister, was he who fought with the Black Colonel under Ian Dubh Nan Cath-he who went out in the "year '15" with the Earl of Mar. He married Margaret, the daughter of Allancuaich, and by her had six sons— Alastair, his successor; John the Jesuit; William, commonly called William Auchindryne; Donald, who went to Carolina and died there; Charles the Jesuit; and James; as also two daughters; and Lewis died full of days and honour.

His successor, I have said, was his son Alastair. He married Claude Innes, daughter of Drumgaisg, and by her had a son, Alexander.

In the days of Alastair befell the stormy rising of 1745, under Prince Charles Edward Stuart.

Ah! dear me! how many were the "bonnie boys" and the "bra' lads" of the '45, children of the Gael, children of the Braes of Mar, children of Finlay. We remember them in

sorrow, we remember them with pride.

Ah! dear me—but there is a wise Disposer of all things here below!

Then lived Duncan Calder-the Seer of Glen Lui-whose lot was, like all prophets, to be derided and despised by his countrymen.

He foretold that, come time, a thorn bush would grow in the middle of a large pool in the Dee, where it washed the foot of

the shaggy romantic Craig Chliny-and his prophecy was laughed to scorn. But in 1752 the old bridge of Invercauld was built over the river by the pool, and, at the side of one of the arches, sprung up and grew and flourished a thorn bush, as Duncan had said. Again, while a party of his neighbours were vaunting their rights and liberties, Duncan broke in

"Proud as you are of them, the day will come when the men of Braemar dare not turn a beast-sheep, cattle, or horse-out of hand, under pain of having it poinded."

This also came to pass, when the Duffs acquired their Mar estates, and the whole country, to the peasants' doors, was made a deer forest.

But, on the 25th July 1745, Duncan Calder intimated to the men of Mar an event of much mightier import-namely, that Prince Charlie was that very day landing at Moidart. One of the incredulous lairds of the district despatched a messenger to verify the tidings, but ere he returned Scotland and England rang with the tidings, and rang with the din of arms.

Lord Braco, who had supplanted Allancuaich and Dalmore, was a favourer of the established Government. Invercauld himself was an old man, and what influence he possessed he freely used for the same party as Braco: his son had a commission in the Black Watch. But these two proprietors' opposition was of little moment. The whole of the district was Jacobite-rich and poor, young and old, men and women; and be opinions what they may, all must allow that the heroes of the '45 were a noble, chivalrous, disinterested, brave, and gallant band.

Chief among the men of Mar shine conspicuous Charles Gordon of Blellack and Pronie, commonly known as "Muckle Pronie," the correspondent of the Laird of Stoneywood; chiefer, Francis Farquharson of Monaltrie, called the Baron Ban, or Fairhaired Baron; chiefest, James Farquharson of Balmoral, brother of Peter of Inverey. He was, on account of the incapacity of his nephew Finlay (see the Legend of the Invereys), to all intents and purposes the head of the Inverey branch of the family, and took the foremost place in raising the clan.

And who followed them to the battlefield? Who donned the white cockade? Who drew the broad claymore? and who drove over the necks of the foes of Prince Charlie ? Let me think now. There was Patrick Fleming of Auchintoul, the fourteenth laird of the name-Patrick the Little-little, I allow; but how dexterous, how active, how hardy! Was there among the Highlanders a swordsman so skilled-so quick of eye so cunning in the tricks of fence? Few and rare indeed they must have been. A certain Coutts, vapouring with a bright new claymore, was passing Auchintoul :