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house (the Bonnie Dundee of song), and what a 

 striking, romantic countenance fair, smooth, and 

 almost effeminate in its pale and regular beauty, 

 with little or no index of the firm, daring character of 

 the man, nor of that cruel zeal which makes, even to 

 this day, his name a hated sound in many parts of 

 Scotland. 



Why is it that no distinguished painter has pictured 

 the death of Claverhouse? There seems everything 

 in the subject to commend itself to a great artist: 

 the remarkable grace and beauty of Dundee himself, 

 which can be easily studied from authentic portraits, 

 for the completion of his knightly figure, mailed and 

 plaided ; then the sorrowing Highlanders grouped 

 around the dying chief as he droops with his death- 

 wound all this occurring midst some of the grandest 

 scenery in Scotland. 



Too many pictures now produced are just subjects 

 for water-colour sketches, not for painting. Who 

 would dream of making a water-colour sketch of 

 Claverhouse, or of the Pass of Killiecrankie. 



