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ARGUMENT.-FINGAL on his return from Ireland, af

ter he had expelled Swaran from that kingdom, made a feast to all his heroes; he forgot to invite Ma-ronnan and Aldo, two chiefs, who had not been along with him in his expedition. They resented his neglect, and went over to Erragon king of Sora, a country of Scandivavia, the declared enemy of Fingal. The valour of Aldo soon gained him a great reputation in Sora; and Lorma, the beautiful wife of Erragon, fell in love with him. He found means to escape with her and come to Fingal, who resided then in Selma on the western coast.

Erragon invaded Scotland, and was slain in battle by Gaul the son of Morni, after he had rejected terms of peace offered him by Fingal. In this war Aldo fell, in a single combat, by the hands of his rival Erragon, and the unfortunate Lorma afterwards died of grief.


Son of the distant land, who dwellest in the secret cell! do I hear the sound of thy grove? or is it thy voice of songs? The torrent was loud in my ear; but I heard a tuneful voice. Dost thou praise the chiefs of thy land: or the spirits of the wind ? But, lonely dweller of rocks! look thou on that heathy plain. Thou seest green tombs, with their rank, whistling grass: with their stones of mossy heads. Thou seest them, son of the rock, but Ossian's eyes have failed.

A mountain-stream comes roaring down, and sends its waters round a green hill. Four mossy stones, in the midst of withered grass, rear their heads on the top. Two trees, which the storms have bent, spread their whistling branches around. This is thy dwelling, Erragon;* this thy narrow house: the sound of thy shells have been long forgot in Sora. Thy shield has become dark in thy ball. Erragon, king of ships! chief of distant Sora! how hast thou fallen in our mountains ? How is the mighty low! Son of the secret cell!

Alluding to the religious hymns of the Culdees. + Erragon, or Ferg-thonn, signifies the rage of the waves ; probably a poetical name given him by Ossian himself; for he goes by the name of Annir in tradition.


dost thou delight in songs? Hear the battle of Lora. The sound of its steel is long since past. So thunder on the darkened hill roars and is no

The sun returns with his silent beams. The glittering rocks, and green heads of the mountains smile.

The bay of Cona received our ships* from Erin's rolling waves. Our white sheets hung loose to the masts. The boisterous winds roared behind the groves of Morven. The horn of the king is sounded; the deer start from their rocks. Our arrows flew in the woods. The feast of the hill is spread. Our joy was great in our rocks, for the fall of the terrible Swaran. Two heroes were forgot at our feast. The

rage of their bosoms burned. They rolled their red eyes

in secret. The sigh bursts from their breasts. They were seen to talk together, and to throw their

spears on earth. They were two dark clouds in the midst of our joy; like pillars of mist on the set

They glitter to the sun, but the mariners fear a storm.

white sails,” said Ma-ronnan, « raise them to the winds of the west. Let us rush, O Aldo! through the foam of the north

We are forgot at the feast: but our arms have been red in blood. Let us leave " the hills of Fingal, and serve the king of Sora. “ His countenance is fierce. War darkens around

tled sea.

" Raise my

ern wave.

* This was at Fingal's return from bis war against Swaran.

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