John Leith III of Leith Hall and Harriot Stuart
Details on the tutoring of her children, correspondence matters of estate, the medicinal needs of her children and the everyday household routines provide an 18th-century window into the life of a woman as the head of the household. John’s ending was a tragedy, but perhaps also, in hindsight, a new beginning for the family at the time, due to the influence her sons would have gained from their mother as their primary carer.
John Leith’s ballad is reproduced below. It shows the rhyme of the day, which remained in local folklore for a long time and perhaps also into the 20th century at the Hall, linked to tales of his haunting. Also included are some of the details of the court case which followed John’s death, which highlight the legal wrangles of the time and the quest for compensation for his loss.
It fell about the Martinmass
In the year sixty-three,
There happened in fair Scotland
A grievous tragedy.
When all the nobles were convened,
As they were wont to do,
And brave Leith Hall among the rest,
To pay what he was due.
Four-and-twenty gentlemen
Sat birling at the wine,
’Twas in Archie Campbell’s house
The cruel contest began.
And how the quarrel first took rise
There was no one could know;
But it proved fatal to Leith Hall,
And wrought his overthrow.
Brave Leith Hall went down the stair
Not knowing what to do;
When cruel Mayen followed him
And shot him through the brow.
He left him lying in his gore,
The vital tide stream’d down;
The cruel Mayen fled the town,
And could no more be found.
Leith’s servant bound the bleeding head,
And bore him to his bed,
And covered him with blankets warm,
And due attention paid.
His lady and his children dear
Were brought, and wept full sore;
He spoke some words which gave them hope
Which they had lost before.
But every hope was frustrate soon,
He saw but the third day,
When ghastly Death, that grim grim ghost
Snatch’d his sweet life away.
The bells were rung and mass was sung,
And gave a doleful knell;
His corpse was borne from Aberdeen
And laid down at Leith Hall.
Now for the killing of Leith Hall
And spilling of his blood,
Just vengeance fall from heaven high,
And light on Mayen’s head.
If Brave Leith Hall had been in drink,
The sin I hope is forgiven;
And I may say and trust this day
His soul is safe in heaven.
I wish it there may shine more clear
Than sunshine after rain;
Among the bright meridian stars
Where no more griefs remain.