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day, thou shalt lead in war. From my rock, I shai! see thee, Oscar, a dreadful form ascending in fight, like the appearance of ghosts, amidst the storms they raise. Why should mine eyes return to the dim times of o!d, ere yet the song had bursted forth, like the sodden rising of winds. BM the years that are past are marked with mighty deeds. As the nightly rider of waves looks up to Ton thena of beams: so let us turn our eyes to Trenmor, the father of kings."

Wide, in Carracha's echoing field, Carma! had pour. ed his tribes. They were a dark ridge of waves; the grey-haired bards were like moving foam on their face. They kindled the strife around, with their red-rolling eyes. Nor alone were the dwellers of rocks; a son of Loda was there; a vbice in his own dark land, to call the ghosts from high. On his hill, he had dwelt, in Lochlin, in the midst of a leafless grove. Five stones lifted, near, their heads. Loud-roared his rushing stream. He often raised his voice to windss when meteors marked their nightly wings; when the darkcrusted moon was rolled behind her hill.

Nor unheard of ghosts was he! They came with the sound of eagle-wings. They turned battle, in fields, before the kings of men.

But Trenmor they turned not from battle; he drew forward the troubled war; in its dark skirt was Trathal, like a rising light. It was dark; and Loda's son poured forth his signs, on night. The feeble were not before thee, son of other lands!

Then >' rose the strife of kings, about the hill of night; but it was soft as two sommer gaiess shaking their light wings on a lake. Trenmor yielded to his sou; lor the fame of the king was heard. Trathal came forth before his father, and the foes failed in echoing Caracha. The. years that are past, my son, are marked with mighty deeds *.

i Trenmor and Trathal. Ossian introdoced this episodes as an example to his ioas from a'i' ient times.

i Those wh i deliver down this poem in traditions lament that there is a groat rlrL of it lost. In ;iarticol.:rs they regret the loss of an episodes which was here introduceds with ti.e aiquel of the story of Carnial and his droids. Their attachment w its

s fonoded on the d-'icriiitlons of magical inchantrnenw which. it containeds


In clouds rose the eastern light. The foe came forth in arms. The strife is mixed at Rath-col, like the roar of streams. Behold the contending of kings! They meet beside the oak. In gleams of steel, the dark forms are lost; soch is the meeting of meteors, in a vale by night: red light is scattered round, and men foresee the storm. Duth carmor is low in blood. The son of Ossian overcame. Not harmless in battle was he, Malvina, hand of harps!

Nor, in the fields, are the steps of Cathlin. The stranger stood by a secret stream, where the foam of Rathcol skirted the mossy stones. Above, bends the branchy birch, and strews its leaves on winds. The inverted spear of Cathlin touched, at times, the stream. Oscar brought Duth-carmor's mail: his helmet with its eagle-wing. He placed them before the stronger, and his words were heard. "The foes of thy father have failed. They are laid in the field of ghosts. Renown returns to Morven, like a rising wind. Why art thou dark, chief of Clutha! is there cause for grief?"

"Son of Ossian of harps, my soul is darkly sad. I behold the arms of Cathmol, which he raised in war. Take the mail of Cathlin, place it high in Selma's hall; that thou mayest remember the hapless in thy distant land."

From white breasts descended the mail. It was the race of kings ; the soft-handed daughter of Cathmol at the streams of Clutha. Duth-carmor saw her bright in the hall, he came, by night, to Clutha. Cathmol met him, in battle, but the warrior fell. Three days dwelt the foe with the maid. On the fourth she tied in arras. She remembered the race of kings, and felt her bursting soul.

Why, maid of Toscar of Lutha, should I tell how Cathlin failed? Her tomb is at rushy Lumon, in a distant land. Near it were the steps of Sul-malla, in the days of grief. She raised the song, for the daughter of strang-us, and touched the mournful harp.

Come, from the watching of night, Malvina, lonely beam!

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This poems whichs properly speakings is a continoation of the lasts opens with an address to Sul-mallas the daughter of the king of Inis-hunas whom Ossian metattae chases as he returned from the battle n{ RattKoJ. Sul-malla iovites Osiian and Oscar to a teasts at the residence of her fathers who was then absent in the wars. Vpca hearing their name anrt familys she relates an expedition of Fingal into Inis-hnns. btit cusoally mentioning Cathmors chief of At has !who then assisted her father t" gainst; his enemiess) Ossian introduces the episode of Col-gorm r.nd Soran-droruostwo Scandinavian kingss in whose wars Ossian himself and Catlmior were engaged on opposite sides. The story is imperfects a part of the original being lost. Ossbei warned in a dreams by the ghost of Treomors sets sail from Inis-huna.

Who *, moves so stately, on Lumon, at the roar of the foamy waters? Her hair falls upon her heaving breasts White is her arm behind, as slow she bends the bow. Why dost thou wander in desarts, like a light through a cloudy field? The young roes are panting, by their secret rocks. Return, thou daughter of kings; he cloudy night is near.

It was the young branch of Lumons Sul-malla of blue eves. She sent the bard from her rocks to bid us to her feast. Amidst the song we sat downs in Conmor's echoing hall. White moved the hands of Sulmalla, oh the trembling strings. Half-heards amidst the sound, was the name of Atha's king: lie that was absent in battle for her own green land. Nor absent from her soul was he: he came midst her thoughts by night: Ton-thena looked in, from the sky, and saw her tossing arms.

a The expedition of 0esian to Inis-hnoa happened a short time before F'mgal pss.sW over into Ireland to dethrone Cairbar the s»n of Borbar-duthul. Catkmor the brotiwr of Cairbars wns id'itur Conmors king of Inis-hunas in the '.vaiis at the time thai !l-si -in defea;ed Duth-carmors in the valley of Rath-col. Tho poem is more inteitai:-r. that it contains so many particolars concerning those peruonases who make so tH-i a fiflure in Temora.

The exact correspondence in the manners and cvstoms of Inls-tiuaas as here dwcfSv cds to thote of Caledonias leaves on room to doubts that the inhahitants of bota *ca originall y the same people. Some may al1e.TMes that Ossian might transfers m his p*tical descriptionss the manners of his own not ion to foreigners. The oblection is drily answered; for had Ossian used that freedom in this passages then is no ivneon *fe. he should paint the manners of the Scandinavians so different fiom thust-oi the Csfednnians. We finds howevers the former very different in their cosloo.i an-l soper*' lii-ui from the nations of Britain and Ireland The Scandinnii. a manners Ere renia';' ably barbarous and fierces and srim to mark out a nation movh less ad i Ml Ced li &''tacict)i thao tLe iaUahitants «' JiiUain were iu. Uw tioiei sf gssiaa.

The sound of the shell had ceased. Amidst long locks, Sul-malla rose. She spoke, with bended eyes, and asked of our course through seas, " for of the kings of men are ye, tall riders of the wave*." "Not unknown," I said, "at his streams is he, the father of our race. Fingal has been heard of at Cluba, blue-eyed daughter of kings. Nor only, at Cona's stream, is Ossian and Oscar known. Foes trembled at our voice, and shrunk in other lands."

"Not unmarked," said the maid, " by Sul-maila, is the shield of Morven's king. It hangs high, in Conmor's hall, in memory of the past; when Fingal came to Cluba, in the days of other years. Loud roared the boar of Culdarnu, in the midst of his rocks and woods, lnis-kuna sent her youths, but they failed; and rirgins wept over tombs. Careless went the king to Culdarnu. On his spear rolled the strength of the woods. He was bright, they said, in his lockss the first of mortal men. Nor at the feast were heard his words. His deeds passed from his soul of lire, like the rolling of vapours from the face of the wandering son. Not careless looked the blue-eyes of Cluba on his stately steps. In white bosoms rose the king of Selma, in midst of their thoughts by night. But the winds bore the stranger to the echoing vales of his roes. Nor i to other lands was he, like a meteor that sinks in a cloud. He came forths at times, in his brightness, to tne r^is;-^rit dwelling of foes. His fame came, like the io.vnd of windss to Cluba's woody va!ec.

1 Sul-malla here discovers the qoality of O.sian and Oscar from their stature aml itely gait. Among nations not far advanced in civilisations a sue. :iii i beauty ind stateliness of person wore inseparable from nohility of blood. It w..s t'r'im ' b.s.i qualitiess that those of family were known by strangerss not froci law Iry trappings vf

state inludiciously thrown round :h"m. The cause of this distingoishing uronereys ousts in some measores be ascrilied totheir unmixed blood. They i:il no oiio ment 0 Intermarry with the vulgar : and no low notions of interest made Chemdcvia'cfrom

their choices in their own sphere. Instates where luxury has been ions estirhli.h' ds I am tolds that beauty of person is by no means the charm iiiristic of antiqoity of family. This saust be attributed to those enervating iiccss which are inseparable from luxury and wealth. A great familys (to alter a little the words of the historians it is trues like a rivers becomes considerable from the length of its courses buts as it rolls ons hey distemperss as well as propertys how soccessively into Itf

"Darkness dwells in Chiba of harps: the race of kln^-s is distant far; in battle is Con-mor of spears; and Lormor d kin;r of streamsi Nor darkened alone are they ; a beams from other lands, is nigh : the friend' cf strangers in Atha, the troubler of the field. High, from their roistv hill look forth the blue eves of Erin, for he is far awav, youne dweller of their souls. Nor, harmless, white hands cf Erin! is he in the skirts of vs'7,r; he rolls ten thousand before him, in his distant field."

"Not unseen by Ossian," I saids "rushed Cathmor from his streams, when 'he poured his strength on Ithorno's isle of manv waves. In strife met two kings in I-*hornn. Culeorm and Suran-dronlo: each from his echoing isles stem hunters of the boar!

"Thev met a boar, at a foamy stream: each pierced if with his steel. They strove for the fame of the derd: and gloomv battle rose. From isle to isle they sent a spear, broken, and stained with blood, to call

c Too nartial to nor own timess we are ready to mark our remote antiqoitys at the repioi of if-norance and barbarism. Thiss perhapss is extending our preludices ten far. It iras ''-iei lone remarkeds that knowledges in a great measores is fonoded on a eree intwcourse with menkind: ami that the mind is enlarged in proportion to the "hserva. tior.i it hai mndeu-'inth" manners of different men and nations. If we looks wish attention. in'o the hlstorvcf Filials as delivered by Ossians wc shall finds that he was not altogether a Voot ignorant hunter. confined to the narrow corner of an island His expedinons•to ill parts of Scandinavias to the north of Germanys and the different statei of Great Britain rnd Irelands were very nflmerous; and performed under such a characters p.nd "t soch timess us him an opportonitv to mark the noditpnsed minners of mankind V ars :.mi an active lifes as they call forths by tornss all tie powere of the souls present ioue she differeet characters of men; in tnoes of peace an.I o»i'-t. for want of oblects to exert thc:ns the powers of the nord he cameleds u a pre-ir meesore. and we re- only artificial fiisions and manners It :s from this con. Rr.i'"ii!imi lawUidrs ths-t a traveller of .ieiie!iation could father more genoine knowledge from a tour of ancient Cau;s thr'i. from the minotest observation of alt the iruficml mannerss md elegant refinements of modern France. d I.ormor wae the son of Con-mors and the brother of Sul-malla. After the death

of Con-: nors r enner soce?eik d him in the throne.

e Calh.nors the son of nnrbar-ddthul. It woold appears from the partiality wit which 'uUmallas,-. '.:•=•:- hero. that she he-d seen him previoos to his joining he father's army; though tradition positively insertss thiit It was after his leturn thai slie fell in love with him.

/ I-thornos says traditions was an island of fcartfnnvia. In its at a hunting rartvs met Cul-*orm and 'oran-drontos the. kings of two m-k-hVooring isles. They diflewd about the honour of killing a boar; and a wer was kindled between them. From tfcs episode we mav icars thar the me'iners of the Scandinaviane wore moch mere amff and cruel than thes-of Britain. It is remarkables thet the namess introdoced in tbJb storys arc not of Gaelic original, which circomstance affords room to sopposes that ii ul its foundation in true history.

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