Haisted with Expeditioune

[to the Captain of Dunstaffnage] Loving Cusin, Sieing the bark is come heir with the meal I desire now that you send onelie about threttie seckis alongis in Auchnabrekis boat and lat all the rest remaine till my farder ordours. In the meantime haist heir all the amunitione, powder, lead and matches that come fra […]

A Happie Harmonie

Argyll, I am informed that one Lietennant Colonell Stewart imployed heere (as it is sayd) by the Earle of Montrose, hes deponed something of his dealing with Traquaire, and that by him I should haue giuen asseurance of disposing of some vacant Places, to such persones as was joined in a laite Band with the […]

O Gleyd Argyll

“THE BONNIE HOUSE O’ AIRLIE.” The father of the late Earl of Airlie, for several years acted as Lord High Commissioner to the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland. Among his retainers were two pipers; and at a levee at Holyrood Palace, the Moderator of the Assembly requested that the pipers should play “The Bonnie House o’ Airlie.” His Lordship replied that he was not certain whether they would, as one of the pipers was an Ogilvie, and the other a Campbell, […]

That Vice Runs Much in a Bloud

Reasons against the Restoration of Argyll Confiscated  Property.1 Some reasons why Archibald Campbell, sometime Lord Lorn, ought not to be restored to the honour or estate of his late father, Archibald, sometime Marquess of Argyle (“Argyll”):— BECAUSE it hath been alwaies held very dangerous, both for the interest of the Prince and peace of the people, […]

Fostering: Argyll and Glenorchy

The following correspondence, reproduced in Cosmo Nelson Innes’ Preface to The Black Book of Taymouth: with Other Papers from the Breadalbane Charter Room, Edinburgh, 1850, intimately details the fostering of Archibald Campbell, 9th Earl of Argyll, son of Archibald Campbell, 8th Earl — and 1st (and only) Marquess — of Argyll, by Sir Colin Campbell, […]

Là Inbhir Lòchaidh

Alasdair of sharp, biting blades, if you had the heroes of Mull with you, you would have stopped those who got away, as the dulse-eating rabble took to their heels. Alasdair, son of handsome Colla, skilled hand at cleaving castles, you put to flight the Lowland pale-face: what kale they had taken came out again. […]