Metamorphosed as the
ancient Palace of Scone has now been, until it has lost all
semblance of its pristine form, and although its taste is anything
but in harmony with those historical associations which every
educated mind must have with its very name, it is yet a very
imposing mass. It incloses an oblong hollow square, extending so as
to form an important feature in the very wide and well timbered
park, standing as it does on a fine terrace, whence the ground
slopes downward into the ample lawns that border the river, and
commanding grand views of Strathtay and Glenalmond. The apartments,
though somewhat gloomy, are very magnificent, both as to arrangement
and furniture. The only original part of the building now remaining
is the gallery, which, though somewhat shortened, is still 150 feet
in length. The drawing-room is hung with figured Lyons silk, and the
seats covered with fine Beauvais tapestry. It contains some
beautiful cabinets of tortoise-shell, ebony, buhl, and Japan work,
some of which were presents to the Mansfield family from James VI.
The apartments occupied by the Queen were chiefly furnished with
oak, in the Gothic style. The royal state-hed is of the same
materials and taste, the curtains being of white silk, richly
trimmed with gold lace and crimson silk velvet. The cover of the
toilet-table was of gold network, and crimson velvet with gold
fringe, and the drapery was of a similar description. The mirrors
and pendules in the different rooms, were all of the same antique
character.
The Queen’s carriage having entered the grounds of Scone at a
quarter to seven o’clock, she found about 800 of the gentlemen and
yeomanry of the county drawn up on horseback, and lining the way to
receive her. The carriage was directed in its route by the Hon.
Captain Murray on horseback, amidst the enthusiastic shouts of those
who were assembled in the park. When Her Majesty drove up to the
great entrance, a guard of honour of the 42d regiment, drawn up on
the lawn, presented arms, and the moment that her foot touched the
ground, a royal salute was given from some guns planted in the
park—the band struck up “God Save the Queen!”—and the Union-Jack,
which was flying on the battlements, was hauled down, and the Royal
Standard hoisted in its place. The Earl of Mansfield, and the
Countess Dowager of Mansfield, attended by the Ladies Murray,
received the Queen and ushered her into the library, where Her
Majesty remained for half an hour, and then retired to dress.
The Queen was in some degree fatigued with the exciting events of
this day, and with all she had seen; yet at eight o’clock Her
Majesty was ready to sit down to dinner with a party, which, in
addition to the Royal pair, and the Mansfield family, consisted of
the Duke and Duchess of Buccleuch, the Duchess of Norfolk, the Earl
of Aberdeen, Earl of Liverpool, Earl and Countess of Kinnoull, Lord
and Lady Kinnaird, Sir Robert Peel, the Hon. Miss Paget, Colonel
Bouverie, Mr. Anson, and Sir James Clark. The Queen sat at the
centre of the table, with the Prince on her right. Her Majesty
retired early to her private apartments.
It had been resolved that instead of a general illumination of the
city of Perth, there should be a grand display of fireworks, but
many very pretty transparencies and partial illuminations sprung up
all through the town. Mr. Wallace, Her Majesty’s coach-maker, had
raised a beautiful triumphal erection, opposite to his manufactory
in Athol-street. It consisted of one large rib arch, above 24 feet
span, for the passage of carriages, supported by Ionic pilasters,
and two smaller arches of the same character. Above the centre were
the Royal arms, over the right hand arch were the arms of the city,
with the words, “Welcome, Victoria!” and over that on the left hand
was the plume of the Prince of Wales, with the words, “Welcome,
Albert!” The whole was made of wood, and painted, and decorated with
evergreens and flowers. Immediately above the pilasters were the
busts of Scott and Byron, emblematical of the genius of Scotland,
and from the top of the whole arose a flag-staff, forty feet high,
with the Union-Jack and the arms of Scotland, floating on a flag
eighty feet from the ground. This was beautifully illuminated with
coloured lamps at night, and Mr. Wallace’s dwelling-house was also
brilliantly lighted. The display of fireworks on the North Inch was
extremely fine, and the whole population turned out to see them.
They commenced at half-past ten o’clock, with a flight of rockets,
and continued until near midnight. Maroons, serpents, Roman candles,
and every variety of composite fireworks were discharged in rapid
succession, and among the latter were various devices, appropriate
to the occasion. The whole was under the superintendence of Mr.
Gyngeli of Vauxhall. Above 500 gentlemen sat down to a grand banquet
in the County Rooms, the Lord Provost in the chair, where the utmost
loyalty was displayed. In short, it may well be said that the Fair
City of Perth did its duty well upon this glorious occasion.
On Wednesday, the 7th of September, the Queen and Prince Albert rose
at an early hour, and having breakfasted at eight o’clock, they
availed themselves of the beautiful morning, to walk out together
for nearly an hour in the garden and on the terrace on the western
front of the palace, whence they enjoyed a rich and most extensive
prospect, with the broad stream of the silver Tay running through
the midst of it, and reflecting the sky and the objects on its
banks, whilst, in the far distant wrest, the range of vision w^as
bounded by that portion of the Grampians, rising in the vicinity of
Loch Erne.
The Lord Provost and Magistrates of the city of Perth having met
this morning, it was resolved to send a deputation, consisting of
Bailies Reay and Gray, to Scone Palace, with the ancient Guildry
Book, in order to solicit the honour of the Queen’s signature
therein, according to the precedents established by James VI. and
Charles I. The signatures of these two monarchs are curious, and
somewhat characteristic of the royal individuals. The first partakes
of that pedantry of learning, for which James was so remarkable.
“1601.
Parcere subiectis et debellare superbos.
James R."
The next, though perhaps adopted merely because it was the motto of
the Scottish arms, accidentally exhibits that unbending spirit
which, too proud prudently to yield in time, gradually excited a
force against Charles, that compelled him to give way when too late,
and finally brought him to the scaffold.
“Nemo me impune lacesset.
“July 21, 1650. Charles R."
No sooner were the wishes of the deputation made known to the Queen
by Sir Robert Peel, who carried the book to Her Majesty, than she
was graciously pleased to subscribe her name, with the Royal motto.
“Dieu et mon droit.
“Scone Palace, September 7, I842. Victoria R.”
And then His Royal Highness Prince Albert followed thus :—
Treu und fest.
“Scone Palace, September 7, 1842. Albert.”
The deputation retired highly gratified with the enrichment that had
been thus bestowed on their ancient volume, now by these means
converted, as it were, into the palladium of the city of Perth.
The Queen and Prince Albert, followed by their cortege and escort,
left their Royal Palace of Scone for the Highlands, at eleven
o’clock. The Lord Provost and Magistrates of Perth, with the same
happy arrangement which had already earned for them the repeatedly
expressed approbation of their Sovereign, had the whole route
through Bridgend, along the Bridge, Charlotte-street, Athol-street,
and for some distance along the Dunkeld road, lined and kept clear
by the attendance of the military, police, constabulary forces, and
other public bodies. Although the assemblage of people was not quite
so enormous as that of yesterday, there were tens of thousands of
the more respectable part of the population congregated, all anxious
to take one last look of their beloved Queen. Her Majesty and the
Prince took rapid glances from the bridge, of those views which they
had enjoyed the previous evening. They found the Lord Provost and
Magistrates assembled at its western end, attended by the High
Constables, and Her Majesty and the Prince, after gracefully bowing
to the municipal authorities, proceeded at a moderate pace. The
Queen was particularly struck with Mr. Wallace’s triumphal arch as
she passed under it, and she graciously and repeatedly acknowledged
the loyal greetings which rung in her ears from both sides of the
way as she proceeded. But perhaps nothing more thoroughly touched
Her Majesty’s heart than the appearance of a body of about 200
children from the Perth Infant School, who met her on her way with
little flags in their hands, and chanting, “God Save the Queen,” as
she approached. Bowing to them with a sweet angelic smile, she at
once made them the happiest as well as the most loyal of children,
and Her Majesty’s image has been thus permanently engraven on their
little hearts.
The road which proceeds through the rich and extensive plain,
commands beautiful views of the sloping and wooded grounds of Scone,
on the eastern bank of the Tay, with the towers of the palace rising
from among its fine groves of ancient trees. The people were thickly
planted in groups all along the way-side, and they shouted and waved
their loyal congratulations to the Queen. When the Royal carriage
had got near to Lunearty, in the parish of Redgorton, it passed
under the first of the many triumphal arches which spanned the great
road. It was a light airy structure, in the Gothic style, supported
on eight pillars, thirty feet high, ornamented with evergreens and
flowers, and terminated with a crown constructed of heather. This
was erected by the Lunearty Company, and the workers in the great
bleachfield were arranged in order beside the arch, together with an
immense concourse of the parishioners. Near this arch were two
stands, covered with cloth, and ornamented with poles and creeping
plants, in which were assembled large parties of ladies and
gentlemen, who joined in the joyous cheers which Her Majesty’s
appearance called forth. This part of the plain, denominated in
ancient song, “the Lees of Lunearty,” is historically remarkable as
the scene of the great victory gained by the Scots over the Danes,
in the reign of Kenneth III., towards the close of the tenth
century. Buchanan informs us, that the Danes were victorious, until
a countryman of the name of Hay, and his two sons, who were
ploughing in the neighbourhood, seized the yokes of their oxen, and
came up to the rescue, plying their rustic weapons with so much
gallantry, that they turned the fugitives, who, animated by their
example, fell upon the Danes with redoubled fury, and drove them
into the Tay with great slaughter. The ground some years back was
covered with tumuli, where skeletons were found, especially near a
little eminence, called “Turtin gain Hillock,” where the flying
Scots are supposed to have rallied. King Kenneth ordered Hay to
enter Perth in triumph, bearing the yoke wherewith he fought, and
surrounded by the victorious army, and there the monarch ennobled
him, and gave him a considerable territory to support his new
dignity. From this source spring the illustrious Hay's of Errol,
Tweed-dale, Kinnoull, &c., who still bear the yoke for their crest.
At the point where the great road is joined by that from Stanley,
there was another fine triumphal arch, erected by the Stanley
Spinning and Weaving Company. This was supported by two massive
columns, ornamented with evergreens, and two pilasters formed of
heather. Over the pillars of the principal arch two stuffed roe deer
were placed with remarkably good effect. Here an immense assemblage
of working people, occupied a broom-covered slope immediately
adjoining the arch, and there were several flags and banners on the
ridge of the eminence where they stood, bearing various mottoes. Her
Majesty’s carriage went slower here, and she graciously acknowledged
the compliments paid her by' the enthusiastic people.
At Bankfoot, which is held to be the division between the Lowlands
and Highlands, there was a relay of fresh horses, and another fine
popular demonstration of loyalty; but indeed it may be said, that
throughout the whole way between Perth and Dunkeld, a distance of
fifteen miles, triumphal arches were reared at short distances from
one another, with large groups of people congregated near them. Many
of these occupied most picturesque spots, and produced most
interesting spectacles. Most of the houses along the road were
decorated with flowers and evergreens; and flags were hoisted on the
roofs, suspended from windows, or planted on the adjoining hills,
and the galleries filled with people were numerous.
The road, winding up from Strathtay into the back and higher
country, becomes less beautiful, although it passes through a
cultivated district; and two or three miles of it are very high and
wild, but, at the elevated point, called Stair Dam, a most
magnificent prospect bursts at once upon the eye, which drops
suddenly down upon Birnam wood, with the Tay here running in a
comparatively narrow glen, between bold and abrupt mountains. From
the grand portal which they form, it is carried off along the course
of the majestic stream, until it loses itself, far to the eastward,
among the mazes of the groves and fertile plains, where the Isla
hastens from an opposite direction to unite itself with the larger
river. Farther to the south rises the classic hill of Dunsinane. But
that which particularly recalls and fixes the observation of the
spectator, is the extensive and finely timbered park of Murthly,
occupying all the nearer grounds, with its old and extremely
interesting Scottish mansion, supposed to be that from which Sir
Walter Scott borrowed his idea of the Baron of Bradwardine’s Castle
of Tullyveolan. The grand new edifice rises in its immediate
vicinity.
The Queen had the more leisure to catch the various peeps of this
glorious prospect, as they successively presented themselves through
the openings in the wood, from the slower pace of the Royal carriage
as it descended the steep hill. On reaching the bottom, Her Majesty
and the Prince had their first taste of the glories of Highland
scenery, for here the road ran along the base of the bold Birnam
hill, its rocky and precipitous sides towering over the woods to the
left, and forming new and ever-changing pictures; whilst to the
right, a view of the broad stream of the Tay, with the lofty
mountain faces beyond it, was caught at intervals through the oaks
of Birnam forest. On both sides the immense slate quarries in the
sides of the mountains, produce a very singular effect, by the rich
violet tints they expose to view. The Queen, and the Prince
expressed the most marked admiration of this enchanting scenery,
through which the road passes for about three miles. As it
approaches the small, though beautiful ancient city of Dunkeld, a
fine isolated hill rises from the bottom of the valley on the right
hand, covered with oaks and other trees. On the slope at the base of
the hill to the left, is Birnam Lodge, the residence of the Hon. Fox
Maule, which Her Majesty particularly noticed. Several flags waved
on the ridges of Birnam hill above. Mr. Maule had kindled an immense
bonfire the previous evening, near a large red banner that appeared
from the reflection like a tall blazing column. Passing the Birnam
Inn, the scenery of Dunkeld began to unfold itself. From a rich
foreground of cottages, gardens, and orchards, the wide and stately
bridge leads boldly across the clear flowing mirror of the Tay, to
the town, which, partly rising from the very border of the stream,
is reflected from its surface, together with the venerable tower of
the ancient cathedral, softened by those tender hues bestowed by the
delicate touch of time, the whole partially embowered in trees.
Immediately behind, and stretching up the river, there is a wide
undulated space occupied by the park, and a portion of the pleasure
grounds of Dunkeld, from which the broad and apparently
perpendicular cliffs of Craig-y-barns heave themselves up into the
sky, covered with forest, and darkened upwards with pines. More to
the west rises the King’s-seat, and still farther in that direction
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