Caledonia (Defoe)/Part 2

by Daniel Defoe

PART II.

THe Plan's Describ'd, the Seas and Shores Survey'd;
Let's now the Treasures of the Land Invade,
Traverse their Hills, and all their Vales Descry,
And spread their just Description to the Eye.
The Rugged Nation plac'd by Nature here,
Shall in their fancied Poverty appear;
The World shall blush, when they their Picture see,
And Fame grow Proud to Print their History.
The Soil no more unjust Reproach shall bear,
For all they Talk of Barren's slander here,
And 'tis, or may be Fruitful ev'ry where.

A hardy Race possess the stormy Strand,
And share the Moderate Bountys of the Land,
Fitted by Nature for the Boistrous Clime,
And larger Blessings will grow due by time.
The num'rous Off-spring patient and sedate,
With Courage special to the Climate wait.
When Nigard Nature shall their Nation hear,
Shall smile, and pay them all the Vast Arrear.

A manly surliness, with Temper mix'd,
Is on their meanest Countenances fix'd.
An awful Frown sits on their threatning Brow,
And yet the Soul's all smooth, and Calm below;
Thinking in Temper, rather grave than Gay,
Fitted to govern, able to obey.
Nor are their Spirits very soon enflam'd,
And if provok'd, not very soon reclaim'd.
Fierce when resolv'd, and fix'd as Bars of Brass,
And Conquest through their Blood can only pass.

In spight of Coward Cold, the Race is Brave,
In Action Daring, and in Council Grave;
Their haughty Souls in Danger always grow,
No Man durst lead 'em where they durst not go.
Sedate in Thought, and steady in Resolve,
Polite in Manners, and as Years Revolve;
Always secure their largest share of Fame,
And by their Courage keep alive their Name.

The lab'ring Poor dejected and supprest•
See not th' approaching Prospect of their Rest.
Knowledge of Liberty's their only want,
And loss of Expectation's their Content.
Too much subjected to immoderate Power,
Their Petty Tyrants all their Pains devour.
Th' ^[1] extorting Masters their just hopes Restrain,
And ^[2] Diligence is no where more in vain.
The ^[3] Little Chiefs, for what they call their due,
Eat up the Farme and eat the Farmer too;
Suck the Life-Blood, of Tennant and Estate,
And needless Poverty to both create.
Mistake their Int'rest, Nati'nal Ills procure,
And make the Poor be very very poor.

Th unhappy Drudge, yet bears the mighty Load,
With strange unnat'ral Temperance endow'd,
So servile, so unus'd to Liberty;
He seems the last, that wishes to be free,
Prepostrous Wonder!
Where will Nature run,
That Men should Struggle to be twice Undone;
Afflictions make Men Stupid, Nature winks,
And Sense o'relaid, he acts before he thinks;
Subjected Nature fetter'd with Distress
Dozes, and Bondage does the Soul possess,
Endeavour Slackness, all the Prospects dy,
And with the Hope, the Love of Liberty.

Yet under all the Hardships of their State,
They've something seems to claim a softer Fate;
Nor does it claim alone, The Grand Portent
Foretells the Blessing, and decrees th'Event.
'Tis plainly printed on the Painful Brow,
They shall not always be supprest as now;
Th'approaching Light at Distance dawns, the Ray
Darts a Dim Earnest of the Welcome Day.
When sleeping Bondage doom'd to lasting Night,
Shall help to make the Chearing Beam more bright.
Th'enlighten'd Crowd shall their own Freedom see,
For willful Blindness only, shuts out Liberty;

Bondage is Ignorance, and he that sees,
Needs no directer Cure for that Disease.
Knowledge and Liberty go Hand in Hand,
Fools only will obey, when Knaves command;
The Sordid Yoke no longer can be born,
When once he sees he must the Grievance scorn;

He that in Blind Dependence now submits,
Will rouse his Strength, when he shall rouse his Wits;
Nature prevails, and Sense in Exercise
The Chains on Reason nat'rally unties.

Thus when new Sight shall once but bless the Poor,
'Tis these will Scotland's Liberty Restore;
The strong Conviction no Man can resist,
And Blindness shall against her Will be blest;

And now, in all their Miseries, let's View
What Blessings they industriously pursue;
What just Equivalent they can supply,
For loss of Wealth, and loss of Liberty:

Th' Instructed Poor Laborious and Supprest;
Yet in their very Miseries are blest;
Crush'd with injurious Homage they obey
GOD and their Landlord, but with diff'rent Eye;
And yet to both they pay without Regrett,
To this the Homage, and to that the Debt.
The Negatives of Nature they Endure,
In Virtue Rich, tho in Possessions Poor,
Knowing in Sacreds, in Religion Nice,
And ignorant in nothing more than Vice:
What Crimes they have, they borrow from Mankind,
Hell's Manufactures here are contraband.
Imported by the help of Foreign Trade,
Clandestinely enjoy'd, clandestinely conveigh'd.

Unusual Judgment fills the meaner Heads,
Devotion follows as Instruction leads.
Grave in Behaviour, in Discourse sedate,
And apter to believe than to debate;
And if they can exceed in doing Well,
'Tis in a little little TOO MUCH ZEAL.

In Doctrine sound, in Discipline severe,
The Church obtains her True Dominion here.
And yet her foft Coercives yield no Pow'r,
Either to persecure, or to devour.
Fiercely tenacious of determin'd Truth,
Dreadful to Error, Vigilant of both.
The wild Opinions of a Neighb'ring State,
Find here no Atom-Fancies to create:
The strong fermented Venom hither brought,
Like Irish Poisons, perish in the Thought;
Here no Enthusiastick Notion grows,
The only Barrenness the Nation knows.

A Mitred Jest indeed, the Land perplex'd,
Of Pomp and Pride, and Policy so mix'd;
The awkward medly left us in Debate,
Whether it did proceed from Church or State,
Begot by Power, and introduc'd by Plot,
With Tyranny came in, with Tyranny went out;
But ill agreeing with preciser Air,
It soon grew yellow, pale and sickly here.
The People Wise, and in Religion Nice,
Could not be gull'd with such a Faint Device.
Some Blood the Monster drank, but when it try'd
To take a Dose of Liberty, IT DY'd.
But it their Civil State some Praise affords,
Much greater are the Trophies of their Swords.
Ages of Blood have brought them up to War
And their strong Legions breath in every Air,
^[4] They taught the very Swedes themselves to Fight,
And spight of Dulness arm'd the ^[5] Muscovite;
The sordid Russ, to discipline they Train
And fain would teach the ^[6] Poles, but that's in vain.
Th' untracted Brute in Ignorance too Wise,
Learn't only how Experience to despise.
Nothing keeps Nature closs in Jayl like Pride,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
Squadrons of Page-like Crimes before her ride,
And Ignorance is always next her side.

Where shall we all their Ancient Glory trace,
The forward nations court the very Race:
Not Europe ventures to commence a War$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
But Caledonian Blood demands her Share,
And if 'tis bought or sold, 'tis always very dear
^[7] Leipsick—a Name in Fames red letter'd Roll
Matchless in War, where from the Frozen Pole
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Bred up to fight, by great Gustave led on;
And yet by hardy ^[9] naked Scots out-done.

Voracious Tilly just made drunk with Blood,
At ^[10] Magdeburgh he rais'd the Crimson Flood,
Tho gorg'd with Slaughter, yet a Thirst for more,
Approach't, all Europe trembled at his Power.

In Leipsick Plain the dreadful Scene begun,
On brighter Deeds the Sun himself ne're shone.
Tilly's first Fury broke ^[11] the Saxon Line,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
And cry'd Victoria, all the Troops fall in,
With Blood and Terror glittering Eagles shine.
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Dangers their Post by Nation, taught to dy,
And wing'd with Rage they ^[12] ravisht Victory.

Not the unequal Squadrons, not the Day
Half lest, not slaughter'd Saxons in the way,
Not formidable Death, that Jest of War,
In whatsoever shapes she durst appear,
Could their intrepid stedy Motion stay,
Nothing but slaughterd Foes and Victory;
^[13] Surrounded, they with doubl'd Fury fight,
And pleasd with Danger, shine in ^[14] naked white,
^[15] Gustavus saw how Fury like they fought,
And better witness never Soldiers sought;
The mighty Hero smil'd, with Wonder pleas'd,
And still they fought the more, the more he prais'd.
They Crown'd his Head with Lawrell's first, and he
To their just Valour ^[16] own'd his Victory.
From whence advancing with a just Applause,
The ruin'd Protestants abandon'd Cause;
Religion and the Countrey they restore,
And grateful Germany commemorates the Hour.

In thirty Months continued fierce Campaign,
From Leipsick Plains, the Neckar, and the Main,
The Rhine, the Danube, and the Lech they cros't,
No Battle where they fought was ever lost.
Never was such an Army, such a Head,
Such Men to follow, such a King to Lead:
Such Countreys Travers'd, or such Battles won,
Such Conquests made, or ^[17] Conquests made so soon.

Where shall we all their ancient Glories trace?
Let's hasten down to Ramellies a pace;
But stop at Phillipsburg, and ask Turenne,
And read their ancient Trophies on the Rhine,
How they did there the Gallick Name advance,
And by their Blood gave Plumes to ^[18] growing France
France, that on Foreign Valour raisd their Throne,
By other Nations Swords, and not their own,
Strip't of that Help how easily they fall,
And faint like Jericho without her Wall.
Recall'd from hence they ^[19] Williams Sword obey,
And beat the French at Mons for ^[20] want of Pay;
Soon as the Caledonian Bands appear,
Not ^[21] Luxemberg himself disdaind to fear;
'Twas on their Valour he had rais'd his Fame,
He knew they'd Conquer where soe're they came.
He'd seen 'em fight when great ^[22] Turenne lay dead,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
He'd seen them follow where he ^[23] durst not lead;
He'd seen them fight when all the Army fled.
When wise ^[24] de Lorge to shun his own Defeat,
Under their Valour shelter'd his Retreat.

The experienc'd Hero, grave in War and State,
In this as sober, as in that sedate.
Advisd his Master, caution'd by his Fear,
To gain the Scots, or else decline the War.

Then view 'em under fifteen Years Recess,
Ranging thro' Europe to avoid the Peace.
Battel and Death they make their chief Delight,
And in all Nations teach the World to fight.

Buda the dreadfull'st Siege the World ere saw,
What Hero's did the Fame of Danger Draw?
^[25] Lesly th' Old Croatian Ban appears,
And daring Scots led up the Volunteers.

What Actions pass't, let only such relate,
Who know how Men resolv'd to Conquer meet;
Never was Town with such strange Fury fill'd,
Such Deeds Victoria seldom has beheld;
Such Storms, such Fury, Flesh and Blood nere bore,
Nor Town was ever so maintain'd hefore;
The desp'rate Garrison disdain to Fear,
With their own slaughter'd Bones the Breach repair;
Contemning Mercy, they like Furies fight,
And just as fast as Life declin'd, submit.

What Streams of Blood must in such Fights be lost?
What Fatal Price must such a Conquest cost?
Life so bestow'd, is always sold too dear,
But VALIANT SCOTS, what Business had you here?
With Noble Blood adorn'd, and blooming Years,
You were not made to storm like Musqueteers;
Scotland run too much venture in your Blood,
To have your Rate so little understood;
You had no desperate Fortunes there to raise
Your Names enough, you could not fight for Praise:
Then why so lavish, why so rashly brave?
To play away the Lives you ought to save;
Scotland has Sons indeed, but none to spare,
To furnish out the Shows and Sports of War;
You are her tenderest part which touch the whole,
And what lets out your Blood, lets out her Soul.

Pardon the ^[26] Satyrs interrupting here,
She owns, she hates this volunteering War,
When neither King nor Country to retrive,
The injur'd help, or the Oppress'd relieve,
Neither to gain Dominion, or to save;
Men die for nothing but the Fame of Brave.
So ^[27] Foster hang'd himself with deep Design,
Only to see himself be buried fine.

Hard Fate of Men, that only for a Name,'
Will in their own Destruction seek their Fame.
That covet Dangers, and ride Post to die,
To live in Air, and WALK in Memory;
Vain Fame with high Fermented Vapour hot,
To be remember'd, strives to be forgot.
Wrap'd in his Jest, the bubbl'd Heroe dies,
Immortalizd in Mortal Memories,
Fill's up a Ballad, made too great in Rhime,
Is fabl'd into Tale, and dies again by Time.

And this for nothing, but to have it known,
He dy'd an ASS of very great Renown,
A forward Coxcomb, who in haste to dy,
Fought for he car'd not who, nor car'd not why.

One just Excuse indeed some few may give,
That die, because they can't tell how to live:
These shall in Pity 'scape our Censure here,
So Cowards dare not live, and hang themselves for Fear.

He's truly brave that Fights in Just Defence{{brace2 4|r}}
Of Virtue press'd, of injur'd Innocence,
Himself, the Laws, his Neighbour, or his Prince;
Dares all the lawful Call's of Fate obey,
No Danger will decline, no Trust betray;
While he that heal's his Tortures in the War,
Own's he's a Coward, and only fights for Fear:
As for the Sport of Fighting, that's a Jest,
They talk of most, that understand it least.

Buda reduc'd, and Gallantry laid by,
Europe the Sweets of short liv'd Peace enjoy:
Not the Recess of Arms can cool their Fire,
Quench't in the Act, they burn in the Desire;
Not Capuan Plenty, not luxuriant Ease,
The Man of Action's first and worst Disease,
Can Taint their Temper, quench their Thirst of Fame,
Or Rust the pollish'd splendor of their Name.
Their Arms may tarnish, but the Soul's kept bright,
For, spight of Practice, they by Nature fight;
Born Soldiers, fitted from the Birth for Fame,
Bodies all Iron, and their Souls all Flame.

The War revives, Bellona sounds to Arms,
The Scots by Nature ravish't with her Charms,
From their remotest Mountains hear the sound,
And Troops of Hero's spread Hibernian Ground;
With Native Fire and sense of Glory fill'd,
And wing'd with Joy, they rush into the Field.

In ev'ry Action that deserv'd a Name,
They shar'd the Hazard, others shar'd the Fame;
William with Pleasure often led 'em on,
They gave, they guarded, and they lov'd his Crown;
Smiling he view'd the Wonders of their Hands.
Happy the Gen'ral Troops like these Commands,
The gladded Monarch said,
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Ramsay fell on and mock'd the Gallick Power,
And emulating Nations wondring first gave o're.
At Derry, Limrick, Agrim, or the Boyn,
Athlone, Namure, at Steenkirk, or anden;
At all, their Hero's fought, at all they dy'd,
And latent Virtue want of Victory supply'd.

William, that Men of Courage lov'd t'obey,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
How mourn'd he Douglass, Angus, and Mackay?
Too great a Loss for one unhappy Day.
A Loss that yielded France the Victory;$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
A Loss that none but Scotland could supply;
None had such to survive, or such to Dy.

Should we to recent Memory apply,
And trace the Scots in Modern History:
The present rising Glory of their Name,
Comes up to all that's ancient in their Fame.
At Schellemberg how could they choose but fight,
New Vigour swell'd their Nation at the sight;
The very Spot where ^[28] Hepburn Storm'd before,
And Conquering Scots, Imperial Standards tore.
Where Ramsey, Murray, Rhea, and Hamilton,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
Like Lyons fought, the Swedes amaz'd lookt on,
And saw th' impregnable Intrenchments won.

And now the Scots in Valour still the same,
Worthy the Race, and equal in their Flame,
With the same Fury, gain the same Applause,
The same the Courage, and the same the Cause:
The same the Circumstance, the same Success,
That great ^[29] Gustavus saw, great Marlbro' this.

Let future Poets Blenheims Trophies sing,
And Ramellies to Chime, with Leipsick bring;
There Orkney, Campbell, Hamilton, and Hay,
Shall match the Hero's, and shall match the Day.
To Times last Period hand their Nations Fame,
And ev'ry Ages Glory shall the next Enflame.

1. The Racking the Tennant, is not only a suppressing of the Poor, and discouraging of his Industry, but an Error in the Landlord himself as to his own Interest, preventing the Improvement of his Land, and dis|abling him from doing abundance of things, which would in the End be his own Advantage: And tho' abateing this might in some measure lessen the immediate Income; yet would certainly in Time, turn to the Advan|tage of the Family, as well as the Encouragement of the People.
2. 'Ts impossible the Farmer in Scotland can ever grow Rich, while the Rent of his Farm amounts within a small matter to the Extent of the Product, and while if a scarce Year comes, he is intirely Ruined; whereas if a good Year comes, he either enjoys not the Benefit, or does not enjoy it long; it being in his Landlords Power, upon all Occasions, to raise his Demands.
3. Little Chiefs, The Author is here willing to suppose that generally speaking, no Landlords, but such as are of small Estates, would thus dis|regard their own Interest, or continue the Oppressions of the Poor, Their Necessities not permitting 'em to be more Generous.
4. At the Battle of Leipsick, the Scots were the first that were ever seen to fire with their Ranks clos'd foreward, and their Pieces over one another's Shoulders, or as we call it, kneel, stoop, and stand, which was such a Sur|prize to the Germans, pouring in such a Quantity of Lead upon them toge|ther, that they could not stand it, which the King of Sweden own'd, was the great Occasion of the Victory, and practiz'd it afterwards among all his Troops.
5. The Scots Officers have all along been the Instructors of the Muscovites, and if they are the worst Soldiers in Europe, it has not been for want of good Masters but by being dull Scholars, tho something may be ascrib'd to the Constitution of their Country, arming only the Boors, and not entertaining 'em as Soldiers, but demitting 'em after the Occasion, to their Imployments again, which Method the present Czar having alter'd, the Russians to Eu|rope's Cost, are not unlikely to show the World they have been very well taught.
6. The Pride and Haughtiness of the Pole has made him disdain to be Instructed, and consequently their Foot (especially) are good for nothing in the Field.
7. Particularly famous for the great Battle between the Imperialists and the Swedes, the 3d. of September, Anno—and afterwards for being the occasion of the great Battle at Lutzen, where the King of Sweden was slain, having made a long March to relieve this City then besieg'd by the Impertialists: But coming to late, he attack'd their Army, and over|threw 'em, but lost his Life.
8. The Finland Horse in the Swedish Army grew a Terror to the Ger|mans by their Extraordinary Bravery and Discipline.
9. The Scots at the Battle of Leipsick were very ill clothed, and had complain'd of it to their Officers, who had often promis'd 'em a Supply, and being just entring into the Battle, Sir John Hepburn, who commanded 'em, pointing to the Imperial Army, Jestingly told them, Their Clothes were come, Tilly had brought 'em en purpose for 'em, and if they would have 'em, they must fight for 'em.
10. Tilly had just taken Magdeburgh by Storm, and in a terrible manner sacked and destroy'd the Town, put Seventeen thousand People to the Sword, Men, Women and Children, and aftewards burnt the whole City to Ashes, and made himself Terrible to all the Protestants in Europe.
11. The Duke of Saxony's Troops formed the Left of the Swedish Army the King of Sweden having the Right: upon the first Charge, the Right of the Imperialists broke the Saxons, and drove 'em quite out of the Field, killing between two and three Thousand upon the Spot; and had not the Scots interpos'd, they had been all cut to pieces.
12. The Scots being about twelve Battallions of Foot, joyn'd with some Dragoons, made the second Line of the Swedish Army; and finding how Matters went with the Saxons on their Flank, they immediately wheel'd to the Left, and joyning a Brigade of Foot of the Saxons, not yet broken, they fell in upon the pursuing Imperialists, and by their ex|traordinary Fury, turn'd the Fortune of the Day.
13. The Imperial Dragoons being recalled from the Pursuit of the Sax|ons, and being Superiour in Number, surrounded the Scots, falling in upon their Flank, which making them Desperate, they fought like Mad men, and made a terrible slaughter of the Enemy.
14. In the Fury o• this Fight, the Scots threw off their Cloaths and fought in their Shirts; the Novelty of which struck a strange Terror into their Enemies, and convinced 'em, that despising all Danger, these were resolv'd to Conquer.
15. The King of Sweden hearing of the Distress the Scots were in, came in Person with a Body of Horse and Dragoons to their Relief, Charg'd the Imperial Dragoons who had engag'd their Flank, and soon clear'd 'em of that Incumbrance. But seing how bravely they fought, and that there was no Danger on that Side, he call'd out Laughing to Sir John Hepburn, Al I EGREMENT, which is as much as to say in English, Bravely done Boys; and went back to his own Forces, where he soon overthrew the Im|perialists, and compleated the Victory.
16. Both the King of Sweden and the Elector of Saxony, publickly Com|plemented Sir John Hepburn, and the rest of the Scots Collonels upon the Occasion; and own'd the Victory to be very much owing to their extra|ordinary Behaviour.
17. In two Years and three Quarters, they Over-run two third Parts of the Empire, and were posses'd of the whole Countrey from Wolfenbuttle in Westphalia, where Duke Hamilton with another Body of Scots acted, to Prague in Bohemia; and had the King of Sweden Out-lived the Battle of Lutzen, he had bid fair to have taken Winter Quarters at Vienna.
18. To growing France. The Scots Regiments under the Viscount de Turenn, and particularly Douglass's Regiment, consisting then of 4 or 5000 Men, were the Flower of his Infantry, and help'd to make France Terrible; as at that time She was to all her Neighbours.
19. Williams Sword. The Scots were Recall'd out of the French Service by King Charles the second, at the Instance of his Parliament, soon after the Marriage of the late King William then Prince of Orange, with the Princess Mary, a little before the Peace of Nimeguen, and Ordered to joyn the Prince of Orange's Army in Flanders.
20. Want of Pay, When the Scots were Recall'd from the King of France's Service, they were very ill treated, carried to the Remotest Parts of France, and there Dismis'd with but very little Money, ordered to Travel but two or three together, the Countrey order'd not to Trust them; and every where great Rewards offer'd 'em to List, on purpose to force 'em unto their Service; by which means very few of that great Body reach'd Home, but they that did, Vow'd to be reveng'd of the French if ever they came to hands with them, which they made good at the Battel of Mons.
21. Luxemberg himself, The Duke of Luxemberg Commanding the French Army at Mons, Placing some of his best Infantry at a Post where he ex|pected the Prince; told some of his Officers, that if the Prince of Orange ventur'd to Attack him there, he was sure it must be with the Scots Re|giments; intimating that they were the fittest Troops he had for so despe|rate a Work.
22. Turenn lay dead. When Turenn was kill'd, the Scots Brigade stood the shock of the first Line of the German Army, with so much Re|solution, that very much Recover'd the French out of the Surprize they were under for the Loss of their General.
23. Durst not lead! 'Twas Luxemberg's Post that Day, to have been with the advanc'd Troops, amongst which the Scots were posted; but he thought fit to get himself imploy'd elsewhere, which some said, was ta|ken notice of in the Army, as if he thought the Service too Hot for him.
24. Wise D. Lorge▪ who took upon him the Command of the Army at the Death of Turenn, obtain'd great Reputation by retreating the Army to an advantagious Post, while the extraordinary Bravery of the Scots, kept the whole German Army in play.
25. Lesly. This was, Old Lesly, General of the Imperial Forces, and made Ban or Governour of Croatia by the Emperor, the same that burnt the Bridge of Esseck, and tho near 80 Years of Age, and tortur'd with the Gout, yet perform'd a great many desperate Services against the Turks during that War, and some of them in the Depth of Winter.
26. Satyr's interrupting. 'Tis hop'd no Gentleman in Scotland will take this for a personal Satyr; but as I take Volunteering to be a Vice in War, as 'tis now practiz'd, where Men fit to lead Armies, serve as private Cen|tinels, the Author hopes he may be excus'd in condemning the Practice as an Injury to their Native Countrey.
27. Foster hang'd himself. A foolish Fellow in England, who often talk'd of hanging himself, that he might have a fine Funeral, and at last did it, but whether upon that account or no, is not very certain.
28. Hepburn Storm'd before. The Scots in the King of Swedens Army beat John de Werth the Bavarian General, out of his Intrenchments at Schel|lembergh, where they had posted themselves almost upon the same Ground where the French and Bavarians were now Posted. Here Ramsey, and Rea, two Collonels of the Scots, according to the usual and particular Bravery of these two Ancient Families, entred the Intrenchments Sword in Hand, with a very great slaughter of the Enemy.
29. Gustavus saw. The Bavarians Complemented Gustavus Adolphus, on the taking the Intrenchments at Schellemberg, as a thing they thought im|practicable; and the People of the Danawert say, it has been thirteen times Attack'd, and never was taken till then; which I take to be an equal Honour to the Scots Troops under the Duke of Marlborough, as to their Ancestors under the King of Sweden, these having a great share in the late Attack under the Command of Lord Orkney, as the other had under Col|lonel Hepburn.