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of eagle-wings. Sul-malla started from sleep, in her disordered locks. She seized the helmet from earth, and trembled in her place. "Why should they know in Erin of the daughter of Inis-huna?" For she remembered the race of kings, and the pride of her soul arose. Her steps are behind a rock, by the blue-winding stream * of a vale, where dwelt the dark-brown hind, ere yet the war arose. Thither came the voice of Cathmor at times, to Sul-malla's ear. Her soul is darkly sad; she pours her words on wind.
"The dreams of Inis-huna departed: they are rolled away from my soul. I hear not the chase in my land. I am concealed in the skirts of war. I look forth from my cloud, but no beams appear to light my path. I behold my warrior low; for the broad-shielded king is near; he that overcomes in danger; Fingal of the spears. Spirit of departed Con-mor, are thy steps on the bosom of winds? Comest thou, at times, to other lands, father of sad Sul-malla? Thou dost come, for I have heard thy voice at night; while yet I rose on the wave to streamy Inis-fail. The ghost of fathers, they say,, can seize the souls of their race, while they behold them lonely in the midst of woe. Call me, my father, when the king is low on earth; for then I shall be lonely in the midst of woe."
r This was not the valley of Lona to which Sul-malla afterwards retired. •
r Con-mors the father of Sul-mallas was killed in that wars frnm which Cathmor delivered Inis-huna. Lormar his son socceeded Con-mor. It was the opinion of the timess when a person was reduced to a pitrh of miserys which could admit of no alleviations that the ghosts of his ancestors called his sool away. This sopernatural kind of death was called the voice of the dead ; and is believed by the soperstitious vulgar to this day.
There is no people in the worlds perhapss who gave more universal credit to apparitions, and the visits of the ghosts of the deceased to their friendss than the common Highlanders. This is to be attributed as mochs at leasts to the sitoation of the country they possesss as to that credulous disposition which distingoishes an unenlightened people. As their business was feeding of cattles in dark and extensive desartss so their lourneys lay over wide and umr.qeented heathss where often they were obliged to sleep in the open airs amidst the whistling of winds and the roar of water-falls. The gloominess of the scenes around them was apt to beget that melanthoiy disposition of minds which most readily receives impressions of the extraurdinary and soper. natural kind. Failing asleep in this gloomy moods and their dreams being disturbed by the noise of the elements arounds it is no matter of wonders that they thought they heard the voice of the dead. This voice of the deads howevers wass perhaps; no more than a shriller whistle of the winds in au old trees or in the chinks of a neigh. tooring rock. It is to this cause I ascribe those many and improbable tales of ghostss which we meet with in the Highlands: fors in other respectss we do net find that the liighlanders are more credulous than their neighboors.
Oasians after a short address to the harp of Cona. describes the i anniet on cither side i'f the river Lubar. Fingul gives thei cotnmaad to FHraa: buts at the same times orders Gauls the son of Mwnis who had twn woonord in tar hand in the. preceding battles to assist himiyikh hisownascL The anayM the Fhifoolgia coramand-d by Foldath. The generic!-Onset is tirsa&ed.. TTW great actkm of Fillan. He kills Rothmar and Culinin. But when Filten ow^uen in one wines Foldath presses hard on the otiier. He wounds Dermids the son of Duthnos ar^ puts the,wftole wing to flight. Dcrmid deliberates w:rb niniictf^ sad, at lasts resolves to pot a stop to ihe prugress of Foldaths by engsrine Betm "> s1—i 'When the two chiefs were approaching towards one abetters filter c
to the relief of Dermid ; engaged Foldaths and killed han. The behavioor cf J(alJhos towards the fallen Foldath. Fillan puts the what* army of tie Pfrbnig to fieht. The book do.es with an address to Oa&us the mother of that hew.
Thou dweller between the shields that hang on higfl in Ossian's hall! descend from thy place, O harp, and let me hear thy voice! Son of Alpin, strike the string; thou must awake the soul of the bard. The murmur ofLora's* stream has rolled the tale away. I stand in the cloud of years: few are its openings toward the pest; and when the vision comes, it is but dim and dark. I hear thee, harp of Cona, my soul returns, like a breeze, which the son brings back to the vale, where dwelt the lazy misti
Lubar • is bright before me, in the windings of its vale. On either side, on their hills, rise the tall forms of the kings; their people are poured around them, oending forward to their words; as if their fathers spoke, descending from their winds. But the kings .were like two rocks in the midst, each with its dark head of pines, when they are seen in the desart, above low-sailing mist. High on their face are streams, which spread their foam on blasts.
« Lora Is often mentioneds it was a small and rapid stream in the neighrwerbood •f 3elma. There U no vestige of this name now rcmaisdirg; tbcogfa ft appears from a very old songs which the translator has seens that one of the small riven on the northwest coast was called Lora some centories ago.
a From several passages in the poems we may form a distinct idea of the scene of Che action of Temora. At a small distance from one another rose the hills of Mara and Lona: the first possessed by Fingals the second or the army of Cathmor. Through the intermediate plain ran the small river Lubars on the banks of which all the battles were foughts excepting that between Cairbar and Oscars related in the first book. This last mentioned engagement happened to the north of the hill of Moras of which Fingal took possessions after the army of Cairbar fell back to that of Caxhmnr. At some distances but within sight of Mora towards the wests Lobar issued from the mountain of Crommals and after a short course throogh the plain of Moi-leaas discharged itself into the sea near the field of battle. Fehind the mountain of Cromit.il ran the small stream of Levaths on the banks of which FeTard-aithos the son of Cs*r. bars the only person remaining of the race of Conors liwd concealed in a cares ourwe tbv usorpation of Cairbars the son of EciLax-dulhul,
Beneath the voice of Cathmor poured Erin, like the sound of flame. Wide they came down to Lubar; before them is the stride of Foldath. But Cathmor retired to his hill, beneath his bending oaks. The tumbling- of a stream is near the king: he lifts, at times, iis gleaming'spear. It was a flame to his people, in the midst of war. Near him stood the daughter of Con-mor, leaning on her rock. She did not rejoice over the strife: her soul delighted not in blood. A val ley * spreads green behind the hill, with its three blue streams. The son is there in silence: and the dan mountain-roes come down. On these are turned the eyes of Inis-huna's white-bosomed maid.
Fingal beheld, on high, the son of Borbar-dnthul: he saw the deep rolling of Erin, on the darkened plain. He struck that warning boss, which hids the people obey; when he sends his chiefs before them, to the field of renown. Wide rose their spears to the son; their echoing shields reply around. Fear, like a vaj pour, did not wind among the host: For he, the king, was near, the strength of streamy Morven. Gladness brightened the hero; we heard his words of joy.
"Like the coming forth of winds, is the sound of Morven's sons '. They are mountain-waters, determined in. their course. Hence is Fingal renowned, and his name in other lands. He was not a lonely beam in danger ; for your steps were always near. But never was I a dreadful form in yoor presence darkened into wrath. My voice was no thunder to your ears: mine eyes sent forth no death. When the haughty appeared, I beheld them not. They were forgot at my feasts: like mist they melted away. A young beam is before you: few are his paths to war. They are few; but he is valiant; defend my dark-haired son. Bring him back with joy: hereafter he may stand alone. His form is like his fathers; his soul is a flame of their fire. Son of car-borne Morni, move behind the son of Clatho: let thy voice reach his ear, from the skirts of war. Not unobserved rolls battle, before thee, breaker of the shields."
h It was to (his valler Sul-malta retired, dorimr the last and derisive buttle between r'ing^l and Cathmor. it h described in tile scp^n boyk, wkerfc it 'S called the vale of Lona, *d2 tfcc Itsidgace of a, diuid.
The king strode, at once, away to CormoFs lofty rock. As, slow, I lifted my steps behind, came forward the strength of Gaul. His shield hung loose on itt thong; he spo~ke, in haste, to Ossian. "Bind', son of Fingal, this shield; hind it high on the side of Gaul. The foe may behold it, and think I lift the spear. If I shall fall, let my tomb be hid in the field; for fall I must, without my fame: mine arm cannot lift the steel. Let not Evir-choma hear it, to blush between her locks. Fillan, the mighty behold us! let us not forget the strife. Why should they come, from their hills, to aid our flying field?"
He strode onward, with the sound of his shield. My voice pursoed him, as he went. "Can the son of Morni fall without his fame in Erin? But the deeds of the mighty forsake their souls of fire. They rush careless over the fields of renown: their words are never heard." I rejoiced over the steps of the chief: I strode to the rock of the king, where he sat in his wandering locks, amidst the mountain-wind.
In two dark ridges bend the hosts towards each other, at Lubar. Here Foldath rose, a pillar of darkness; there brightened the youth of Fillan. Each with his spear in the stream, sent forth the voice of war. Gaul struck the shield of Morven: at once they plunge in battle. Steel poured its gleam on steel: like the fall of streams shone the field, when they mix their foam together, from two dark-browed rocks. Behold he comes, the son of fame: he lays the people low'. Deaths sit on blasts around him! Warriors strew thy paths, O Fiilan!
c It is necessary to remember, that Gaul was wounded; which occasions his rcquirimI Uw aasisUuce of Oisiaa to ttmdhis shisUl onhissilU-. "' ^
Rothmard, the shield of warriors, stood between two chinky rocks. Two oaks which winds had bent from high, spread their branches on cither side. He rolls his darkening eyes on Fiilan, and silent, shades his friends. Fingal saw the approaching fight; and all his soul arose. But as the stone of Loda* falls, shook, at once, from rocking JDruman-ard, when spirits heave the earth in their wrath ; so fell blue-shielded Rothmar.
Near are the steps of Culmin; the youth came, bursting into tears. Wrathful he cot the wind, ere yet he mixed his strokes with Fiilan. He had first bent the bow with Rothmar, at the rock of his own blue streams. There they had marked the place of the roe, as the sun-beam flew over the fern. Why, son of Cul-allin, dost thon rush on that beam-' of light? It is a fire that consumes. Youth of Strutha retire. Your fathers were not equal, in the glittering strife of the field.
The mother of Culmin remains i« the hall; she looks forth on blue-rolling Strutha. A whirlwind rises on the stream, dark-eddying round the ghost of her son. His dogss are howling in their place: his shield is bloody
d F-'th-Drars s the sound of the sea before a storm.' Droman-ards ' high ridge.' Culmins' soft-haired.' Cul-allins' beautiful locks.' Struthasi streamy river.'
t By the it one of Lodas as 1 have remarked in my notes on some other poems of (.I' _ sians is meant a place of worship among the Scandinavians. Ossians in his many expeions to Orkney and Scandinavias became acquainted with some of the rites of the -iligioii which prevailed in those countriess and frequently alludes to them in his poems. There are some roinss and circolar pales of stoness remaining still in Orkneys and the islands of Shetlands which retain to this day the name of Lodas or Lodtn. '1 hey seem to nave differed materiallys in their constructions from those droidical monoments tihich remain in Britains and the western isles. The places of worship among the Scandinavians were originally rude and unadorned. In after agess when they opened i commnoication with other Trationss they adopted their mannerss and boilt temples. Tlmt at Upsals in Swedens was amazingly rich ;md magnificent. Haqoins of Norways bcfH one near Drontheims little ioferior to the former; and it went always under the name of Loden.—Mallets introduction a 1'histoire de Danneniarc.
/ The poets metaphoricallys calls Fiilan a beam of light. Culmins mentioned heres *as the son of Clonmars chief of Struthas by the beautiful Cul-allin. She was so remarkable for the beauty of her persons that she is introduced frequently in the similies -nd allosions of ancient poetry. "Mar Cbul-aloin Strutha nan slans" is a simile of Goshot In knot her poem; i. e. Lovely as Cul-allin of Strutha of the storms.
F Dugs were thought to be sensible of the deat h of their masters let it happen at ever so great a distance. It was also the opinion of the timess that the aims which warrioin ieftat home became bloodys when they themselves fell in battle. It was from those Mgnsthat Cul-allin is sopposed to understand that her son is killed} in which she ia ntnfirmtd by the appearance of his ghost. Her sodden and short exclamations on the itxasions is more affecting than if she had extended her complaints to a greater length. The attitude of the fallen youths and Fiilan's reflections over hims are natural and lurtciouss and come forcibly back on the minds when we consider that the sopposed sitiu alion of the father of Cuimia was W iiir&ilar to that of Fielpds after the dcaift of F.Ila* Limsclf.
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