Argyle Is My Name

ARGYLE IS MY NAME.  SAID TO BE BY JOHN DUKE OF ARGYLE AND GREENWICH [BORN 1678 DIED 1743.] Tune—Bannocks o’ Barley Meal. Argyle is my name, and you may think it strange, To live at a court, yet never to change; A’ falsehood and flattery I do disdain, In my secret thoughts nae guile does remain. My king and my country’s foes I have faced, In […]

Song of the Highland Clans

Oran Nam Fineachan Gaidhealach. Alasdair mac Mhaighstir Alasdair A chomuinn rìoghail rùnaich Sàr-ùmhlachd thugaibh uaibh, Biodh ur roisg gun smùirnein, ‘S gach cridh’ gun treas gin lùib ann; Deoch-slàinte Sheumais Stiùbhairt Gu mùirneach cuir mu’n cuairt! Ach ma ta giamh air bith ‘nur stamaig, A’ chailis naomh na truaill. Lìon deoch-slàinte Theàrlaich, A mheirlich! stràic […]

One Man in this Country

There is one man in this country whom I could wish to have my friend, and that is the Duke of Argyle, who, I find, is in great credit amongst them, on account of his great abilities and quality, and has many dependents by his large fortune; but, I am told, I can hardly flatter […]

Isle of Dreams

I recall one whom I knew, a fisherman of the little green island: and I tell this story of Coll here, for it is to me more than the story of a dreaming islander. One night, lying upon the hillock that is called Cnoc-nan-Aingeal, because it is here that St. Colum was wont to hold […]

An Pàpanach Mòr and the Campbells of Ardslignish

Campbells of Ardslignish. (Supplied by Mrs. Lillias Davidson, neé Campbell, Lochnell.) ALEXANDER CAMPBELL of Ardslignish, son of (Airdslignis) the sixth Lochnell (Loch-nan-eala), brother to Sir Duncan Campbell of Lochnell, and commonly known as the “Pàpanach Mòr,” either on account of his great stature, or his zealous adherence to the Church of Rome, was an enthusiastic […]

The Campbells and Boar’s Hill Farm

How the Campbells came into possession of Torr-an-tuirc. TORR-AN-TUIRC is partly an arable but chiefly a grazing hill-farm, and is situated at the north-east corner of Lochnell (Loch-nan-eala). This farm gave its name to a property which comprised several farms—viz., Torr-an-tuirc, Cabrachan, Kilmore (A’ Chill-mhòr), Dailnacàbaig, Kille-choinnich (Cille-Choinnich), Srontoilleir, and Baile-ghobhainn—all lying around Lochnell. This […]

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, […]

Conflation: Gàidhealtachd & Jacobitism

The simple question “who were the Gaidheil (Gaels)”? Might seem like a surprising point of departure. When the Comunn Oiseanach (Ossianic Society) started meeting at the University of Glasgow some eighty years later, from 1831, one of their primary functions was as a debating society. They discussed, in Gaelic, a wide range of topics but […]

The Lad with the Curly Black Hair

LITTLE MARY OF LOCHOW. It is a tale of true love that I am going to tell this time. You know what that means. A man and a maid, with trystings in the gloaming, and a breaking heart at every good-bye. If that was the whole of it, the tale would have an easy telling. But in this adventure of hearts there were three and not two who tried to strike the holy bargain—and when a third […]

Life Was Apparently Roses All the Way

I had wealth, I had good looks. As a young woman I had been constantly photographed, written about, flattered, admired, included in the Ten Best-Dressed Women in the World list, and mentioned by Cole Porter in the words of his hit song You’re the Top. The top was what I was supposed to be. I […]

So Near Was the Union to Receiving a Fatal Blow

——— Imperial Jove, He reigns unquestion’d in his Realms above; No Title from Descent he need infer, His red right Arm proclaims the Thunderer, This, Campbell, be thy Pride, Illustrious Peer, Alike to shine distinguish’d in your Sphere, All Merit but your own you may disdain, And Kings have been your Ancestors in vain. Mr. […]