Feadan Dubh

THE BLACK CHANTER OF CLAN CHATTAN. AMONG the many interesting historical relics carefully treasured at Cluny Castle in Badenoch—the Seat of the Chief of Clan Chattan—is the Black Chanter or Feadan Dubh, of the Clan, on the possession of which the prosperity of the House of Cluny is supposed to depend. Of the many singular […]

Examination and Conviction

COPY of what Dr. [ARCHIBALD] CAMERON intended to have delivered to the Sheriff of Middlesex at the Place of Execution but which he left in the Hands of his Wife for that End. On the first Slip of Paper,  dated Tower,  6th June, 1753. BEING denied the use of Pen, Ink, and Paper, except in […]

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 […]

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 […]

Red and Strong Is the Blood

THE HARP OF THE GAEL. GAELIC MOD PRIZE POEM. BY REV. DUGALD MACECHERN, B. D. (Translated by Author.) HARP of my own dear country, Trembling against my bosom, Sweeter to me are thy strains Than all of the wide world’s music, Shapely thy curving neck Like the wild swan afloat on the ocean, Gleaming thy sun-bright strings, Like […]

Unfurling the Standard

The Marquis of Tullibardine accompanied Charles in his progress until the Prince landed at Glenfinnin [sic], which is situated about twenty miles from Fort William, and forms the outlet from Moidart to Lochaber; here the standard of Charles Edward was unfurled. The scene in which this ill-omened ceremonial took place is a deep and narrow […]

Glenfinnan

A Culloden Lament

Fhir a shiùbhlas na frìthe Tha thu sìor thighinn fainear dhomh Tha mi ‘g innse le fìrinn An nì rinn mo sgaradh Chan e ghearradh a luaidh A rinn am bualadh fo’m neimheil Ach an dh’fhuirich dhe’m chàirdean Anns a’bhlàr a bha ‘s t-earrach Tha mo chiabhag air glasadh Tha mo leth-cheann air muthadh Tha […]

Precious Few Heroes

I was listening to the news the other day I heard a fat politician who had the nerve to say He was proud to be Scottish, by the way With the the glories of our past to remember “Here’s tae us, wha’s like us?” Listen to the cry No surrender to the truth and here’s […]

Clo Mhic Ille Mhicheil

Lyrics: English Translation: Oganaich uir a’ chuil teudaich Oh noble youth with long black hair ‘S oil liom eudach a bhith dhith ort I hate it that you are wanting clothing Hug air clo Mhic’ille Mhicheil Hug air clo Mhic’ille Mhicheil Chuir Roinn Eorpa clo am beart dhuit Europe has put cloth in the loom […]