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his ghosts Oichoma; the chief is lowly laid. Hearken not to the winds for Turlathon's echoing shield. It is pierced, by his streams, and its sound is passed away.

Not peaceful is the hand of Foldath: he winds his course in blood. Connal met him in fight; they mixed their clanging steel. Why should mine eyes behold them? Connal, thy locks are grey. Thou wert the friend of strangers, at the muss-covered rock of Dunlora. When the skies were rolled together; then thy feast was spread. The stranger heard the winds without; and rejoiced at thy burning oak. Why, son of Duth-caron, art thou laid in blood? The blasted tree bends above thee: thy shield lies broken near. Thy blood mixes with the stream; thou breaker of the shields!

I took the spear, in my wrath; but Gaul rushed forward on the foe. The feeble pass by his side; his rage is turned on Moma's chief. Now they had raised their deathful spears: unseen an arrow came. It pierced he hand of Gaul; his steel fell sounding to earth. Young Fillan came', with Cormul's shield, and stretched it large before the king. Foldath sent his shout abroad, and kindled all the field: as a blast that lifts the broad-winged flame, over Lumon's" echoing groves.

"Son of blue-eyed Clatho," said Gaul, " thou art a beam from heaven; that coming on the troubled deep, binds op the tempest's wing. Cormul is fallen before thee. Early art thou in the fame of thy fathers. Rush Dot too far, my hero, I cannot lift the spear to aid. I stand harmless in battle: but my voice shall be poured abroad. The sons of Morven shall hear, and remember mv former deeds."

His terrible voice rose on the wind, the host bend forward in the fight. Often had they heard him at Strumon, when he called them. to the chase of the hinds. Himself stood tall, amidst the war, as an oak in the skirts of a storm, which now is clothed, on high, in mist: then shows its broad, waving head; the musing hunter lifts his eye from his own rushy field.

t Fillan had been dispatched by Gaul to oppose Cormols who had been .sent by Fol dr'th to lie in ambush behind the Caledonian army. It appears that Fillait had kilWd Cormols otherwise he could not be sopposed to have possessed himself of the shield of that chief.

st Lomons s bending hill; a mountain 1st Inis-hunas or that part of South Britains

Inch lies over against the Irish coast.

My soul porsoes thee, O Fillan, through the path of thy fame. Thou rollest the foe before thee. Now Foldath, perhaps, would fly; but night came down with its clouds; and Cathmor's horn was heard.' The sons of Morven heard the voice of Fingal, from Mora's gathered mist. The bards poured their song, like dew, on the returning war.

"Who comes from Strumon," they said, "amidst her wandering locks? She is mourntul in her steps, aud lifts her blue eyes towards Erin. Why art thou sad, Lvir-choma"? Who is like thy chief in renown? He descended dreadful to battle: he returns like a light from a cloud. He lifted the sword in wrath: they shrunk before blue-shielded Gaul!

"Joy, like the rustling gale, comes on the soul of the king. He remembers the battles of old; the days wherein his fathers fought. The days of old return on Fingal's mind, as he beholds the renown of his son. As the son rejoices from his cloud, over the tree his beams have raised, as it shakes his lonely head on the heath; so joyful is the king over Fillan.

"As the rolling of thunder on hills, when Lara's fields are still and darlc, soch are the steps of Morven, pleasant and dreadful to the ear. They return with their sound, like eagles to their dark-browed rock, after the prey is torn on the field, the dun sons of the bounding hind. Your fathers rejoice from their clouds, sons of streamy Cona.";'

Such was the nightly voice of bards, on Mora of the hinds. A flame rose, from an hundred oaks, which winds had torn from Cormul's steep. The feast is spread in the midst: around sat the gleaming chiefs. Fingal is there in his strength; the eagle-wing'" of his helmet sounds: the rustling blasts of the'west, unequal rushed through night: Long looked the king in silence, round: at length his words were heard.

v Evir-choamns ' mild and stately maids' the wife of Gaol. She was the daughter of Casdu-conglass chief of Ldronlos one of the Hebrides.

ui The kings of Morven and Ireland had a plume of eagle's featherss liy wi of ornaments in their helmets. It was from this distingoishing mark tii'l Ossian knev Ctfnmors in tlse second book.

"My soul feels a want in our joy. I behold a breach among my friends. The head of one tree is low: the squally wind pours in on Selma. Where is the chief of Dun-lora? Ought he to be forgot at the feast? When did he forget the stranger, in the midst of his echoing hall? Ye are silent in my presence! Connal is then no more. Joy meet thee, O warrior, like a stream of light. Swift be thy course to thy fathers, in the folds of the mountain-winds. Ossian, thy soul is fire; kindle the memory of the king. Awake the battles of Connal, when first he shone in war. The locks of Connal were grey; his days of youth* were mixed with mine. In one day Duth-caron first struntr our bows against the roes of Dun-lora." . "Many," I said, " are our paths to battle, in greenhilled Inis-fail. Often did our sails arise, over the blue-tumbling waters; when we came, in other davs, to aid the race of Conar. The strife roared once'in Alnecma, at the. foam-covered streams of Duth-ula'. With Cormac descended to battle Duth-caron from cloudy Morven. N.or descended Duth-caron alone; his son was by his side, the long-haired youth. of Connal lifting the first of his spears. Thou didst command them, O Fingal, to aid the king of Erirl. . "Like the bursting strength of a stream, the sons of Bolga rushed to war: Colc-ulla* was before thems the chief of blue-streaming Atha. The battle was mixed on the plain, like the meeting of two stormy seas. Cormac" shone in his own strife, bright as the forms of his fathers. But far before the rest, Duthcaron hewed down the foe. Nor slept the arm of Connal, by his father's side. Atha prevailed on the plain: like scattered mist fled the people of Ullin*.

* After the death of Comhals and doring the usorpation of the tribe of Montis Tia. gal was educated in private by Doth-caroes which occassions his regretting so moch t:s fail. When Fingal was grown ops he soon reduced the tribe of Morni i ands as it appears from the sobsequent episodes sent Duth-caron and his son Connal to the aid ti Cormacs the son of Conars king of Irelands who was driven to the last. extremitys h the insorrections of the Firbolg. This episode throws further light on the contests tvIwcen the Cacl and Firtwltt; and is the more valuable opon that account. j Duth-olas a river in Connaoght i it signifiess i dark rushing water.' *x Colc-ullas i firm louk in readiness;' he was the brother of Borbar-cuthols the father of Cairbar and Cathmors whos after the death of Cormac the son of Arthos soccessively mounted the Irish throne.

a Cormacs the son of Conars the second king of Irelands of the race of the Caledonians. This insurrection of the Firbolg happened towards the latter end of ihdongnrisj! remains of this poem is a dialogue in a lyric measores between Eingal and Ros-cranas the daughter of Cormac. She Ix'sins with a soliloquys which is overheard by Fingal.

"Then rose the sword of Dirfh-caron, and the steel of broad-shielded Connal. They shaded their flying friends, like two rocks with their heads of pine. Night came down on Duth-ula; silent strode the chiefs over the field. A mountain stream roared across the path, nor could Duth-caron bound over its course. "Why stands my father?" said Connal, " I hear the rushing foe."

"Fly Connal," he said; "thy father's strength begins to fail. I come wounded from battle; here let me rest in night." "But thou shall not remain alone," said Connal's bursting sigh. "My shield is an eagle's wing to cover the king of Dun-lora." He bends dark above the chief: the mighty Duth-caron dies.

"Day rose, and night returned. No lonely bard appeared, deep musing on the heath: and could Connal leave the tomb of his father, till he should receive his fame? He bent the bow against the roes of Duthula; he spread the lonely feast. Seven nights he laid his head on the tomb, and saw his father in his dreams. He saw him rolled dark, in a blast, like the vapour of reedy Lego.—At length, the steps of Colgan' came, the bard of high Temora. Duth-caron received his fame, and brightened, as he rose on the wind."


"Pleasant to the ear," said Fingal, " is the praise of the kings of men; when their bows are strong in battle; when they soften at the sight of the sad. Thus let my name be renowned, when bards shall lighten my rising soul. Carril, son of Kin-fena; take the bards and raise a tomb. To-night let Connal dwell 'within his narrow house: let not the soul of the valiant wander on the winds. Faint glimmers the moon on Moi-lenas through the broad-headed groves of the hill ; raise stones, beneath its beams, to all the fallen in war. Though no chiefs weie they, yet their hands were strong in fight. They were my rock in danger j the mountain from which I spread my eagle wing: thence am I renowned: Carril forget not the low."

Loud at once, from the hundred bards, rose the song of the tomb. Carril strode before them; they are the murmur of streams behind him. Silence dwells in the vales of Moi-lena, where each, with its own dark Stream, is winding between the hills. I heard the voice of the bards, lessening as they moved along. I leaned forward from my shield; and felt the kindling of my soul. Half-formed, the words of my song, burst forth opon the wind. So hears a tree, on the vale, the Voice of spring around: it pours its green leaves to the

Ros-crana. "By nif;ht came a dream to Ros-crana! I feel my beating soul. No vision of the forms of the deads came to the bloc eyes of Erin. Buts rising from the wave of the norths I beheld him bright in his locks. 1 beheld toe son of the king. My beating soul is high. 1 laid my head down in oiglit: again ascended the form. Why delayest thou thy comings yonog rider of the streamy waves?

Buts theres far distant he comes; where seas roll their green ridges in mist! Young dweller of my souls why dost thou delay!

Fingal. It was the soft voice ofMoi-lena! the pleasant breeae of the valley of roes! But why dost thou hide thee in shaies? Young love of heroess rise. Are not thy steps covered with light! In thy groves thou appearests Ros-cranas like the son in the gathering of clouds. Why dost thou hide thee in shades! Young love of heroess rise.

Kos-crana. My fluttering soul ia hi*di! Let me turn from the steps of the King. "e has heard my secret voices and shall my blue eyes rolls in his presence! Roeofthe hill of mosss toward thy dwelling I move. Meet mes ye breeaes of Moras as I move through the valley of winds. But why shoold he ascend his ocean? Son of heroess lay soul is tliine 1 My steps shall not move to the desart: the light of Ros-crana is here

Fingal. It w.ts the light tread of a ghosts the fair dweller of eddying-winds. svay deceivest thou mes with thy voice? Here let me rest in shades. Shouldst thou stretch thy white arms from thy groves thou son-beam of Cormac of Erin l

iRos-crana. He is gone! and my blue eyes are dim : faint-rollings in all my tsars.

'ts theres I behold hims alone ; king of Morvens my sool Is thine. Ah me! what iging armour! Colc-ullaof Atha is near!"

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