I ought to have lived when the world was younger." If his wife adored her native ballads Mr.Cameron, on his part, had a good stock of Scottish songs, and would trill them out in a fine baritone voice, the audience joining with enthusiasm in the choruses of such favorites as "Bonny Dundee," "Charlie is my Darling," and "Over the Sea to Skye." "There's a ring about Jacobite melodies that absolutely grips you," said Mrs.Beverley, begging for "Wha wad na fecht for Charlie," and "Farewell Manchester." "Perhaps it's in my blood, for my ancestors were Jacobites.
One of them was a beautiful girl in 1745, and sat on a balcony to watch her prince ride into Faircaster.

The cavalcade came to a halt under her window and 'Charlie' looked up and saw her, and asked her to dance at the ball that was being given that night in the town.

She was greatly set up by the honor, and handed the tradition of it down the family as something that must never be forgotten.

Oh! I'd have fought for the 'Hieland laddie' myself if I'd been a man in his days.

Is the spirit of personal loyalty dead?
We give patriotic devotion to our country, but love such as that of an ancient Highlander for his hereditary chief seems absolutely a thing of the past." While their elders entertained the circle with northern legends or border ballads the young people also did their share, and contributed such choice morsels as ghost stories, adventures in foreign lands, or weird tales of the occult.