Life of Flora Macdonald and her adventures with Prince Charles

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to enclose the tombs of the Kingsburgh family. The spot
is about a mile and a half from the rock called Gailico, near
Monkstadt, on which the Prince landed in Skye from the
Long Island.
The funeral cortege was immense — more than a mile in
length — consisting of several thousands of every rank in Skye
and the adjacent Isles.
Flora's marriage and funeral, between which there was
an interval of forty years, were the most numerously attended
of any of which there is any record as having taken place
in the Western Isles. Notwithstanding the vast assemblage
present, all were liberally supplied with every variety of
refreshment. Of genuine " mountain dew" alone upwards of
three hundred gallons were served. About a dozen of pipers
from the MacCrimmon and MacArthur colleges in Skye, and
from other quarters, simultaneously played the " Coronach,"
the usual melancholy lament for departed greatness.
It must, no doubt, have been consonant with Flora's
feelings to have spent her latter years, and breathed her last
moments, in that romantic Isle where she had found shelter
for her wandering Prince, and where she had passed so
many of her juvenile years, in the enjoyment of its sublime
scenery.
Enough has been said to show that it is from characters
such as hers that we have living examples of that self-denying
heroism, in perils and privations, that shed a glory over the
fidelity and devotedness of the female heart. Tried even by
the highest test of these noble virtues, the memory of Flora
Macdonald richly deserves to be kept fresh and green over
the length and breadth of the land.
Will it be credited that the dust of one so greatly dis-
tinguished should have been allowed to moulder for nearly
half a century, without even a rude flag to mark her last