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in their shameful flight. They joined General Cope, who had taken ship from the north, and landed the previous day at Dunbar.

There were two reasons why there existed such a dissimilarity between the commander and his regiment, and why the latter acted with such pusillanimity. First, Gardiner had been but a short time colonel of the dragoons, and when he joined them, they were in a state of miserable disorder. There had been no proper discipline, and the men neither had confidence in themselves nor in their commander; and the retreat from Stirling must, in the nature of the case, have dispirited the men, and rendered them liable to panic. How could it be otherwise? Day by day they heard, in their rear, the martial music of the mountaineers, and night by night their camp-fires illumined the sky behind them. The shrill tones of the bagpipe became the token for marching; and as the clouds of Highlanders moved forwards, immediately, as if forced by fate, the dragoons retreated. In such circumstances, when the king's troops were far away, and the very name of the clans filled men's bosoms with terror, something palliative may perhaps be found for the conduct of the craven dragoons.

Colonel Gardiner was at this time in bad health, but, under General Cope, he marched with his regiment from Dunbar, by Haddington, to meet the Highlanders. On the afternoon of the twentieth September, the king's troops had reached a sort of natural platform, having Seaton on the east, Tranent on the south, the village of Preston on the west, and the village of Cockenzie and the sea on the north. It was Cope's intention to have marched to Musselburgh, there to give battle to the rebels; but, at this stage, he was made aware that the enemy had struck off from the main road to the south, and, instead of being before him, was hovering on his left.

The Prince had left Duddingston the same morning that Cope left Haddington, and, after passing the old bridge at Musselburgh, had turned off by Inveresk, and kept along the heights above Wallyford, till he came within a short distance of Tranent, when he again joined the main road. The Highlanders continued their march to the neiglıbourhood of Tranent church, where they halted, within half a mile of the rising ground on which the king's troops were drawn up in order of battle. But though the rebels were anxious to engage the king's troops immediately, they were prevented from doing so by the nature of the ground, it being marshy, and quite impassable. So thought the Highlanders, and so also thought General Cope; but not so thought Colonel Gardiner. And it must be admitted that he had the most accurate acquaintance with the locality, and especially with the spot where the armies now stood facing each other, since the right wing of the king's troops, at this moment, stretched to within a few yards of his own garden wall. He strenuously counselled an immediate attack; he urged it with all the energy and earnestness of a man who felt the weight of the interests involved in the contact; but his general was inexorable. Knowing the condition of the army, the training it had had for the last few weeks— retreating continually before the rebels; knowing, too, the temper of the Highlanders, he did not anticipate that it would fight better after a night passed in anxiety and fear, within gunshot of the savage clans. After some manoeuvring on the part of the rebels, and corresponding changes of position on the part of the king's troops, both armies bivouacked for the night. Shattered in body, and dispirited in mind, with a dark presentiment of the result of the coming engagement, he retired, giving expression to the following ominous words:-“I cannot influence the conduct of others as I could wish, but I have one life to sacrifice to my country's safety, and I shall not spare it.” He then prepared himself for the worst by the exercises of devotion, and what rest he could find, wrapped in his cloak upon the cold ground. The rebels had taken up their quarters mainly to the north-east of the village of Tranent, near a farm-steading called Rigganhead; and, under the guidance of Anderson of Whitburgh, early in the morning succeeded in crossing the morass without being observed by the king's troops. Both armies were now on the same platform-the rebels near the eastern, and the king's troops near the western extremity. It was not till the clans began to move westward, that they were observed. They had begun to move by three o'clock in the morning; and by the time the sun rose on the plain, the armies had met, and the conflict was over. On the first alarm, the king's troops were hastily drawn up in order of battle, facing the east, the position they had taken at night, and the direction whence the claus were coming in clouds. The left wing stretched towards the sea, and the right wing was Aanked by the morass on the south. The line must have stretched south and north, somewhere near the "thorn tree," a little to the west of Meadowmill, a village not

then in existence. On the public road which skirted the morass, at a point as near as may be, where the bridge over the North British Railway is erected, the cannon ? were julaced. On the left, in the disposition of the king's army, when it faced the south, they were now on the right wing, and so situated, that Gardiner feared that the young and inexperienced horses would with difficulty be got to act. But here again counsel and remonstrance were alike unavailing. Fate seemed to rule the dayrather the morning--as it had done the night.

The rebels were drawn up from south to north near to Seaton House; between that ancient castle and the old Meadow mill, which stood in what is now the Hospital enclosure. The left wing, composed chiefly of the Camerons, under Lord George Murray, advanced first; and before the movement reached the right wing, the line of the army was oblique. So that before some of the other clans could get engaged, the battle was decided by the furious onslaught of the Camerons, against which neither foot nor horse could stand.

Gardiner, deserted by his dragoons, scorned to flee; and observing a company of foot standing firm, he rode up to them, placed himself at their head, and cried, “ Fire on, my lads, and fear nothing," with little likelihood of changing the day; and without having turned his back upon the enemy, fell, pierced with many wounds.

“ But Gardiner brave, did still behave,

Like to a hero bright, man;
His courage true, like him were few,

That still despised flight, man.
For king and laws, and country's cause,

In honour's bed he lay, man;
His life, but not his courage fled,

While he had breath to draw, man.” For two hours did this good and brave man lie upon the field of battle, before his faithful servant found means to remove him; by which time he was stripped of his watch, money, and upper garments. Still breathing, though speechless, he was carried in a miller's cart, procured by his servant, to the church of Tranent, where he had so frequently enjoyed the worship of God, whence he was conveyed to the house of the clergyman. Scarce had he been carried into the manse, when a company of Highlanders came in search. They were diverted by the two nieces of the clergyman, who invited them to make free with a roast of meat which was being prepared before the kitchen fire. In the meanwhile, the young ladies, with the utmost solicitude and tenderness, wait upon the dying hero, in another apartment. While administering a simple cordial, he breathed his last in the arms of one of them, at eleven o'clock in the day.

Thus died one of the best of men, and bravest soldiers of the Marlborough School; and it is to the memory of this man that it is proposed to erect a monument.

It may be interesting to the antiquarian to devote a closing sentence to two points namely, the spot where Gardiner fell, and the mill from which his servant procured a change of dress and a cart to convey his dying master to Tranent. The tradition which makes the spot to be near the wall that encloses Bankton house and park, is contrary to the facts of the case; so also is the tradition which makes it near the Grange wall—the high wall that separates the field from Preston. There were many slain there, but it was in flight, not in battle. The battle took place unquestionably between the "thorn tree ” and the Meadow mill; and as Gardiner supported the right wing, and never retreated, he must have fallen at or near the bridge that crosses the North British Railway. The general impression is that it was the Meadow mill to which the servant went. This appears to us to be a mistake. It was to Seaton mill he went. This opinion rests on the following grounds:- The servant, as stated by Dr Doddrige, was absent in search of a cart about two hours; he says that the mill was distant from the field of battle about two miles; though the engagement was fought to the west of Meadow mill, yet that mill was still in the hands of the rebels; Seaton mill was not in their hands, because they had crossed the morass considerably to the west of it. To Seaton mill, then, a place where the Highlanders had not been, and from the neighbourhood of which they were fast moving westwards, and which was within the requisite distance from the battlefield, the servant of Colonel Gardiner betook himself for assistance.

J. HOGG, PRINTER, NICOLSON STREET, EDINBURGH.

CONTENTS OF NOS. VII., VIII., IX.

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NOTES ON BOOKS.

Bennett's Poems ...

234

Christmas Berries for the Young and Good. Silver Blossoms to produce Golden

Fruit for the Young and Good

234

Dara ; or, the Minstrel Prince. An Indian Drama. By Major Vetch

234

Descartes' Discourse on Method

160

Divine Law (the) of the Ten Commandments Explained. By the Rev. S. Noble 233

Eidolon, or the Course of the Soul; and other Poems. By W. R. Cassels 233

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Glimmerings in the Dark; or, Lights and Shadows of the Olden Time. By S. Merryweather

233 History of Rome. By Mrs Gray

160 Life and Remains (the) of the Rev. R. Shirra. By Rev. J. B. Johnston 234 Munro's Manual of Logic

233 Pleasures of Music, and other Poems. By J. C. Ferguson

160 Thomson's Seasons, with Life by Johnson. By G. M. Gibson, Rector of the Bathgate Academy

234 Thoughts on Being ; suggested by Meditation upon the Infinite, the Immaterial, and the Eternal. By Edward Shirley Kennedy

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THE PALLADIUM.

JANUARY, 1851.

NEWMAN'S PHASES OF FAITH.

No. I.

CHRISTIANITY.

A DREAMER dreamed. I stood, said he, in a vast and stately theatre: so stately and so vast, that I trod reverently as in a temple. The walls looked strong as mountains; and'a voice said to me that they were of virgin stone, and that the hand of man had never lain thereon. They were hung with the fairest landscapes of the earth, and glorified by a divine illumination. Figures of celestial powers, and of the attributes of the gods, shone mystic meaning from their high places and cardinal points, and from the vast round of column and arch looked down a marble nation of sages and heroes. I saw as one under a spell; and whatsoever I beheld I loved, but could not comprehend.

But, chiefly, said the dreamer, I stood dumb before a great statue of Harmony, sitting sublimely in the midst, her eyes raised towards heaven, and her divine hands upon the heads of her children, Poetry and Love. Strange lights and shadows fell about me, where I stood the ground was strewed with flowers, and I saw through the delicate air a falling manna of blossoms.

I considered the circumference of the height. Corbels and gargoyles of wondrous loveliness held, filled, and finished every arch-spring, hollow, and moulding, till the enchanted dome seemed to rest upon clouds of cherubim. I turned my eyes to the foundations. From plinth to capital, sign interwove with cypher; and everywhere upon the storied walls, a mystic and typical language, in infinite combination of innumerable symbols, overcame the sense with the multiplied hieroglyph of beauty,

I advanced to see the stage. Upon its broad expanse, many altars were smoking; the air was heavy with consecrated odours; and motionless forms of silent men knelt around, in every gesture of prayer. On either side, an unseen chorus, in strange tongues, and unexplained emotion, seemed to chant viewless triumphs, and salute invisible heroes and gods. Their voices swept, and met, and died away in pæans, lauds, and runes.

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