Battle of Culloden

The Ruthven Barracks.

Built in order to defend against the Jacobite uprising and destroyed by the Jacobites after the Battle of Culloden, which happened over there.

Right in amongst the Scots Pines now.

I love it.

The Chevalier St. George, after having been proclaimed King of Scotland as James VIII and of England and Ireland as James III, was forced to flee without having been able to give his arms even the lustre of a defeat.

His son, Charles Edward, after the skirmish at Derby and the Battle of Culloden, hunted from mountain to mountain, pursued from rock to rock, swimming from shore to shore, picked up half-naked by a French vessel, betook himself to Florence to die there, without the European courts ever having consented to recognize him as a sovereign.

Finally, his brother, Henry Benedict, the last heir of the Stuarts, having lived on a pension of 300 pounds sterling granted him by George III, died completely forgotten, bequeathing to the House of Hanover all the crown jewels which James II had carried off when he passed over to the continent in 1688, a tardy but complete recognition of the legitimacy of the family which had succeeded his.

In the midst of this unlucky race, Mary Stuart was the favorite of misfortune.

And now I realize that it's really sad that she didn't know where they came from because that is part of our story.

And it just shows how... um we did not know our story we did not know it at all she did not understand where those words came from and they were just clearly like some of it is gallic slang and some of it is just flat out normal normal phrases so as i'm so that was like really beautiful to learn of course it had me just in tears and like writing them down i'm like i wish i would have known this as a kid because i would have eaten that up just knowing a little bit about more more about where we came from um So as I'm learning more about Scottish history, I learn about the Battle of Culloden more, which happened in 1746.

And I believe that that is the battle that I saw that day while I was getting gas.

And I mean, there was nothing super distinguishing in that scene that I saw.

The Chevalier St. George, after having been proclaimed King of Scotland as James VIII and of England and Ireland as James III, was forced to flee, without having been able to give his arms even the lustre of a defeat.

His son, Charles Edward, after the skirmish at Derby and the Battle of Culloden, hunted from mountain to mountain, pursued from rock to rock, swimming from shore to shore, picked up half-naked by a French vessel, betook himself to Florence to die there, without the European courts ever having consented to recognize him as a sovereign.

Finally, his brother, Henry Benedict, the last heir of the Stuarts, having lived on a pension of three hundred pounds sterling granted him by George III, died completely forgotten, bequeathing to the House of Hanover all the crown jewels which James II had carried off when he passed over to the continent in 1688, a tardy but complete recognition of the legitimacy of the family which had succeeded his.

In the midst of this unlucky race, Mary Stuart was the favorite of misfortune.

The-

But at least in Canada, we did, we had to take British history, so we knew, we, uh, we were always studying the fucking Battle of Culloden and all that shit.

Like, that was-

Oh, is the emp- is the, was the em- is the empire still stamped down your throat in Canada?

The most famous of those efforts eventually involved Charles Edward Stuart, Bonnie Prince Charlie, and the Jacobite rising of 1745.

That ended disastrously for the Jacobites at the Battle of Culloden the following year.

The political cause eventually faded away, but genealogists can still trace where the Stuart claim would have gone if you ignore the monarchs Britain actually recognized and instead follow the hereditary Jacobite line, and that produces a very different royal family.

Today, the person regarded by Jacobite genealogical succession as the heir to the Stuart claim is Franz, Duke of Bavaria.