Chapter 87 A JACOBITE'S EPITAPH

To my true king I offered free from stain

Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain.

For him, I threw lands, honours, wealth, away,

And one dear hope, that was more prized than they.

For him I languished in a foreign clime,

Grey-haired with sorrow in my manhood's prime;

Heard on Lavernia Scargill's whispering trees,

And p