Not long after this, he appeared openly in arms at Inverness, and was successful at the battle of Killicrankie—putting William's army to flight; but while in the act of raising himself on tho saddle, and waving with his arm, pointing to guard the pass of Killicrankie, that his favourite maxim, "no quarter," might be put into execution, lo! a musket-ball passed into his arm-pit, that proved fatal in a few hours after. His estate was made over to the house of Douglas; and his widow, marrying to Lord Kilsyth, and returning to Holland, became, along with her children, the victim of a dreadful misfortuno. The house in which she resided at Utrecht falling suddenly in, and overwhelming the whole family, his name and titles became extinct.
About fifty years ago, a gentleman riding to Edinburgh fell into conversation with a respectable-looking countrywoman on the road, and learning that she was a grand-daughter of John Brown, he on that account made her ride behind him into the city. So much was the memory of the Christian Carrier respected. And what was a proof of the harmony of his family, she could not tell whether she was of the first or the second wife's children. None of them now reside at Priesthill, but their house stands; and the broad flat stone that covers their father's grave is shewn, with this inscription:—
In death's cold bed, the dusty part here lies
Of one who did the earth as dust despise:
Here in this place from earth he took departure;
Now he has got the garland of the martyr.
Butcher'd by Clavers and his bloody band,
Raging most rav'nously o'er all the land,
Only for owning Christ's supremacy,
Wickedly wrong'd by encroaching tyranny.
Nothing how near so ever he to good
Esteem'd, nor dear for any truth his blood.
