He now joined the Highland army, and continued, through a long life to be constant to the Jacobite cause.

His part, however, in public affairs was so insignificant that his name would not now be remembered, if he had not left a volume of poems, always very stupid and often very profligate.

Had this book been manufactured in Grub Street, it would scarcely have been honoured with a quarter of a line in the Dunciad.

But it attracted some notice on account of the situation of the writer.

For, a hundred and twenty years ago, an eclogue or a lampoon written by a Highland chief was a literary portent, [372] But, though the numerical strength of Cannon's forces was increasing, their efficiency was diminishing.