Chattan are said to have only left fifteen men
of Barrel's regiment alive. The rear of the
rebels broke into two masses, one proceeding
by the open road for Inverness, the other
fording the water of Nairn and taking to the
hills.

Charles stood stunned, confounded, and in
tears. As to his conduct, Whig and Tory
historians differ, as they do upon almost every
other subject connected with the Scotch
rebellion. The one party says O'Sullivan turned
the head of his horse and dragged him away,
the other that Lord Elcho entreated the Prince
to rally the men and charge again, and on his
refusing rode off with contempt, vowing never
to see his face again.

The official account of the battle was cold,
soldier-like, and matter of fact. It says of the
Highlanders, that they came running on in their
wild manner upon the right, where his royal
highness had placed himself, imagining the greatest
push would be there. They came down there
several times within a hundred yards of our men,
firing their pistols and brandishing their swords;
but the Royals and Pulteneys hardly took their
firelocks from their shoulders, so that after
those faint attempts they made off, and the
little squadrons on our right were sent to pursue
them. General Hawley had, by the aid of
our Highlanders, beat down two little stone
walls, and came in upon the right flank of their
second line. As their whole first line came
down to attack at once, their right somewhat
outflanked Barrel's regiment, which was our
left, and the greatest part of the little loss we
sustained was there; but Blyth's and Sempill's,
giving a fire upon those who had outflanked
Barrel's, soon repulsed them, and Barrel's
regiment and the left of Munro's fairly beat them
with their bayonets. There was scarce a soldier
or officer of Barrel's, and of that part of Munro's
which engaged, who did not kill one or two men
each with their bayonets and spontoons. 'Tis
thought the rebels lost about two thousand men
upon the field and in the pursuit. We have here
two hundred and twenty-two French and three
hundred and twenty-six rebel prisoners.
Lieutenant-Colonel Howard killed an officer, who
appeared to be Lord Strathallan, by the seal
and different commissions from the Pretender
found in his pocket. The killed, wounded, and
missing of the king's troops amount to about
three hundred. The French officers will be all
sent to Carlisle till his majesty's pleasure shall
be known. Four of their principal ladies are in
custody—namely, Lady Ogilvie, Lady Kinloch,
Lady Gordon, and the laird of M'Intosh's
wife.

The pursuit was cruel and bloody. For four
miles along the moor the Highlanders were hewn
down. Some of these luckless men died like
heroes. Golic Macbane, a man six foot four high,
finding himself wounded, singled out, alone, and
at bay, set his back to a wall, and with his target
and claymore bore the onset of half a dozen
dragoons who crowded at him with their long swords.
The officers cried, "Save that brave fellow;" but
the soldiers cut his head through before he fell
amid thirteen of his dead enemies. The right wing
crossed the Nairn with unbroken resolution.
The dragoons seemed afraid to touch them in
their despair. One officer, who tried to seize a
straggler, was cut down with a single blow, and
his slayer coolly stooping down over the body
removed the gold watch.

The cruelty after the battle was increased by
a rumour that the Pretender had ordered his
men to give no quarter. The duke himself was
cold and unrelenting. His men were ordered to
go over the field and bayonet and cut down the
wounded. This work was done with brutal
jocularity, splashing each other with blood, till
they looked (as one of them has reported) like
butchers. The duke is said to have ordered Wolfe
to pistol a young colonel who lay wounded; but
Wolfe refused, saying he would never consent
to become an executioner. Unarmed men were
cut down in the very streets of Inverness. The
next day the reckless duke continued his cruelties.
Seventy poor wretches were dragged from
under the heaps of slain, and despatched by
platoon firing. Seventy-two fugitives, found in
neighbouring hovels, were also butchered in cold
blood. In one hut alone thirty-two blackened
bodies were found amid the ashes. Nineteen
wounded officers, sheltered in the court-yard of
Culloden House, were also carted out and shot
against the park wall. Of one hundred and
fifty-seven prisoners sent by vessel to London,
only forty-nine survived the cruelties of the
eight months' voyage.

The English soldiers were seen for days strutting
about in the rich laced waistcoats and hats
of the Pretender and his generals. The English
only lost, in this battle of forty minutes, one
officer of distinction—Lord Robert Kerr, the
second son of the Marquis of Lothian, a
captain in Barrel's regiment. He received the
first Macintosh on his spontoon, but was
instantly beat down by a dozen thirsty
broadswords.

The news of the important victory reached
London on the 24th of April. The dapper
king rejoiced, Sam Johnson secretly lamented.
The Park and Tower guns soon bellowed out
the news over the red multitudinous roofs, at
night there were bonfires throughout London,
and every steeple clashed out rejoicings. The
duke received the thanks of the English parliament,
and twenty-five thousand pounds a year
addition to his income, and the name of The
Butcher from the Scotch. As for the poor
Prince, he rambled about the Western Islands
for five months, skulking in shielings and
shepherds' and fishermen's huts. On the 20th of
September, he escaped to France in a vessel
fitted out by an adherent, who had been
promised a baronetcy by the old Chevalier if he
could rescue his unfortunate son.

When the Master of Lovat, that enormous
scoundrel, who arrived too late for Culloden,
came to London to end his bad life on Tower-
hill, Hogarth, remembering the march to Finchley,
went out to see him at Highgate, and