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"not be able to bend it. His faithful dogs howl " on his hills; his boars, which he used to purFallen is the arm of battle! the mighty among the valiant is low! Exalt the "voice, and blow the horn, ye sons of the king "of Morven ! Let us go back to Swaran, to "send the night away on song, Fillan, Oscar, "and Ryno, fly over the heath of Lena. Where, "Ryno, art thou, young son of fame? Thou art "not wont to be the last to answer thy father's "voice!"

Ryno," said Ullin, first of bards, "is with "the awful forms of his fathers. With Trathal "king of shields; with Trenmor of mighty deeds. "The youth is low, the youth is pale, he lies on "Lena's heath!" "Fell the swiftest in the race," said the king," the first to bend the bow? Thou scarce hast been known to me! why did young Ryno fall? But sleep thou softly on Lena, "Fingal shall soon behold thee. Soon shall my "voice be heard no more, and my footsteps cease "to be seen. The bards'will tell of Fingal's name. "The stones will talk of me. But, Ryno, thou "art low indeed: thou hast not received thy "fame. Ullin, strike the harp for Ryno; tell "what the chief would have been. Farewell, "thou first in every field. No more shall I di"rect thy dart. Thou that hast been so fair! I "behold thee not. Farewell." The tear is on the cheek of the king, for terrible was his son in

war. His son, that was like a beam of fire by night on a hill, when the forests sink down on its course, and the traveller trembles at the sound. But the winds drive it beyond the steep. It sinks from sight, and darkness prevails.

"Whose fame is in that dark-green tomb?" begun the king of generous shells; "four stones "with their heads of moss stand there. They "mark the narrow house of death. Near it let "Ryno rest. A neighbour to the brave let him "lie. Some chief of fame is here, to fly with my "son on clouds. O Ullin! raise the songs of “old. Awake their memory in their tomb. If "in the field they never fled, my son shall rest by “their side. He shall rest, far distant from Mor« ven, on Lena's resounding plains.”

“Here,” said the bard of song, “here rest the "first of heroes. Silent is Lamderg* in this "place: dumb is Ullin king of swords. And "who, soft smiling from her cloud, shews me her "face of love? Why, daughter, why so pale art "thou, first of the maids of Cromla? Dost thou "sleep with the foes in battle, white-bosomed "daughter of Tuathal? Thou bast been the love "of thousands, but Lamderg was thy love. He "came to Tura's mossy towers, and, striking his "dark buckler, spoke: Where is Gelchossa,

my love, the daughter of the noble Tuathal? I

*Lamh-dhearg signifies bloody-hand. Gelchossa, white legged. Tuathal, surly. Ulfadda, long beard. Ferchios, the conqueror of men.

" left her in the hall of Tura, when I fought with "great Ulfada. Return soon, O Lamderg! she " said, for here I sit in grief. Her white breast

rose with sighs. Her cheek was wet with tears. "But I see her not coming to meet me, to sooth "my soul after war. Silent is the hall of my joy. "I hear not the voice of the bard. Bran* does "not shake his chains at the gate, glad at the com"ing of Lamderg. Where is Gelchossa, my "love; the mild daughter of the generous Tu"athal?"

"Lamderg," says Ferchios, son of Aidon, "Gelchossa moves stately on Cromla. She and "the maids of the bow pursue the flying deer!"

Ferchios!" replied the chief of Cromla, "no "noise meets the ear of Lamderg! No sound is " in the woods of Lena. No deer fly in my sight. "No panting dog pursues. I see not Gelchossa, "my love, fair as the full moon setting on the "hills. Go, Ferchios, go to Allad,† the grey"haired son of the rock. His dwelling is in the

"circle of stones. "Gelchossa!"

He may know of the bright

* Bran is a common name of grey-hounds to this day. It is a custom in the north of Scotland to give the names of the heroes mentioned in this poem to their dogs; a proof that they are familiar to the ear, and their fame generally known.

† Allad is a druid. He is called the son of the rock, from his dwell. ing in a cave; and the circle of stones here mentioned is the pale of the druidical temple. He is here consulted as one who had a super natural knowledge of things. From the druids, no doubt, came the ridiculous notion of the second sight, which prevailed in the highlands and isles.

The son of Aidon went. He spoke to the ear of age. "Allad, dweller of rocks, thou that "tremblest alone, what saw thine eyes of age? ?" "I saw," answered Allad the old, "Ullin the 86 son of Cairbar. He came, in darkness, from "Cromla. He hummed a surly song, like a blast "in a leafless wood. He entered the hall of Tura. Lamderg," he said, "most dreadful of men,

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"fight or yield to Ullin," "Lamderg," replied Gelchossa," the son of battle is not here. He "fights Ulfada, mighty chief. He is not here, "thou first of men! But Lamderg never yields. "He will fight the son of Cairbar !” "Lovely "art thou," said terrible Ullin, "daughter of the "generous Tuathal. I carry thee to Cairbar's "halls. The valiant shall have Gelchossa. Three

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days I remain on Cromla, to wait that son of "battle, Lamderg. On the fourth Gelchossa is

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Allad," said the chief of Cromla, “ peace to thy dreams in the cave. Ferchios, sound the "horn of Lamderg, that Ullin may hear in his "halls." Lamderg, like a roaring storm, ascended the hill from Tura. He bummed a surly song as he went, like the noise of a falling stream. He darkly stood upon the hill, like a cloud varying its form to the wind. He rolled a stone, the sign of war. Ullin heard in Cairbar's hall. The hero heard, with joy, his foe. He took his father's spear. A smile brightens his dark-brown

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cheek, as he places his sword by his side. dagger glittered in his hand. He whistled as he

went.

Gelchossa saw the silent chief, as a wreath of mist ascending the hill. She struck her white and heaving breast; and silent, tearful, feared for Lamderg. "Cairbar, hoary chief of shells," said the maid of the tender hand, "I must bend the "bow on Cromla. I see the dark-brown hinds." She hasted up the hill. In vain! the gloomy heroes fought. Why should I tell to Selma's king how wrathful heroes fight? Fierce Ullin fell. Young Lamderg came, all pale, to the daughter of generous Tuathal! "What blood, my love?" she trembling said, "what blood runs down my war"rior's side?" "It is Ullin's blood," the chief replied, "thou fairer than the snow! Gelchossa, let "me rest here a little while." The mighty Lamderg 'died! "And sleepest thou so soon on earth, O chief "of shady Tura?" Three days she mourned beside her love. The hunters found her cold. They 'raised this tomb above the three. Thy son, O king of Morven, may rest here with heroes!

"And here my son shall rest," said Fingal. "The voice of their fame is in mine ears. Fillan "and Fergus, bring bither Orla, the pale youth "of the stream of Lota! Not unequalled shall "Ryno lie in earth, when Orla is by his side. "Weep ye daughters of Morven! ye maids of "the streamy Lota weep! Like a tree they grew