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the friends of their fathers, in their sounding arms. Cathmor came from Bolga, to Culgorm, red-eyed king: I aided Suran-dronlo, in his land of boars."

"We rushed on either side of a stream, which roared through a blasted heath- High broken rocks were round, with all their bending trees. Near are two circles of Loda, with the stone of power; where spirits descended, by night, in dark-red streams of fire. There, mixed with the murmur of waters, rose the voice of aged men, they called the forms of night, to aid them in their war.

"Heedless s I stood with my peoples where fell the foamy stream from locks. The moon moved reo from the mountain. My song, at times, arose. Dark on the other side, young Cailunor heard my voice; tor he lay, beneath the oak, in all his gleaming arms. Morning came; we rushed to fight: from wing to wing in the rolling of strife.- They fell, like the thistle head, beneath autumnal winds.

"In armour came a stately form: I mired my strokes with the king. By turns our shields are pierced : loud rung our steely mails. His helmet fell to the grouud. In brightness shone the foe. His eyes, two pleasant flames, rolled between his wandering locks. I knew the king of Atha, and threw my spear on earth. Dark, we turned, and silent passed to mix with other foes.

Not so passed the striving 'kingse. They mixed in echoing fray; like the meeting of ghosts, in the dark wing of winds. Through either breast rushed the spears; nor yet lay the foes on earth. A rock received their fall; and half reclined they lay in death. Each held the lock of his foe; and grimly seemed to roll his eyes. The stream of the rock leapt on their shields, and mixed below with blood.

g From the circomstance of Ossian not lying present at the ritess described in tbs preceding paragraphs we may soppose that he held them in contempt. This difference ''f sentiments wilhur inl lo rcli.:ii i% i.i-i sortof arfioments tha. the Cak'Junmns wire not originally a colony of iicandinavhiiss as some have imagined. Concerning so remote a periods mere conlecture most sopply the place of argoment and positive proofs.

b Culpo-m and loran-dronlo. The combat of tha kingss and their attitude in deaths re highly picturesques and expressive. of that ferocity of mannerss which distingoished

•' The battle ceased in I-thorno. The strangers met in peace: Cathmor, from Atha of streams, and Ossian, king of harps. We placed the dead in earth. Our steps were by Runar's bay. With the bounding boat, afar, advanced a ridgy wave. Dark was the rider of seas, but a beam of light was there, like the ray of the son, in Stromlo's rolling smoke. It was the daughteri of Suran-dronlos wild in brightened looks. Her eyes were wandering flames, amidst disordered locks, Forward is her white arm, with the spear; her high heaving breast is seen, white as foamy waves, that rise, by turns, amidst rocks. They are beautiful, but they arc terribles and mariners call the winds."

"Come, ye dwellers of Loda! Carchar, pale in the midst of clouds! Sluthmor, that stridest in airy halls'. Corchtur, terrible in winds! Receive, from his daughter's spear, the foes of Suran-dronlo.

"No shadows at his roaring streams; no mildlylooking form was he! When he took op 'his spear, the hawks shook their sounding wings : for blood was poured around the steps of dark-eyed Suran-dronlo.

"He lighted mes no harmless beam, to glitter on his streams. Like meteors I was bright, but I blasted the foes of Suran-dronlo." k***kk

Nor unconcerned heard Sul-malla the praise of Cathmor of shields. He was within. her soul, like a fire in secret heaths which awakes at the voice of the blast, and sends its beam abroad. Amidst the song removed. the daughter of kings, like the soft sound of a so^imerbreeze; when it lifts the heads of flowers, and curls the lakes and streams,

I Tradition has handed down the name of this princess. The bards call her RUB4. Forlos which bus no other sort of title for biing genoines but its not being of Gatlii riginal: a distinctions which the hards h..ri not the ait to preserves when they fun*! names for foreigners. The Highland senaciii'-ss who very often endeavoured to supply the deficiency they I nought they found in the tales of Ossians have given us the cwetinoation it the story of the daughter of .'uran-dronlo. The catastrophe is so uaaawrals and the circomstances of it so ridicolously pompouss thats for the sake of the investorss !sh-i! conceal them.

The wildly beautiful appearance of Rnoo-forlos made a deep impression on a duefs some ages airos woo was himself no contemptible poet. The stoiy is romantics but sot incredible, if we make allowance for the imagination of a ma n of genios. ourdnets sviti:igs in a storms along one of the islands of Orkneys saw a woman in a boats

tiiufcurhts as he exp-cssos it hims"lfs' as l-e:iutiful as a sodden ray of lb: son on ine nam-heaTlng djep.' The verses of Ossians on cfie attitude of Runo-furlr. wns so similar to thWof the woman in the boats wrought so moch on his fsacn thill lie ft. I desperately in love. 1 he windss howevers drove him from the coasts as' afier a lew days t.e arrive.! at his residence in Scotland. There his passion incre-itsi soch a degrees thin two of his friendss fearing the consequences sailed to the Orkams to carry to him the oblect of his desire. Upon enqoirys they soon found tacnyr.n''. . andc.r. ird i sr to the enamoured hief; but mark his sorprises when. instead' cf IM* of ths-tuns' lies wn skinny fisher-vro-uans more nddiili-agc.'s appearing lsf-' I iin. Tradition here mils the story; but it may be easily sopposed thai the passim hcehief soon sobsided.

Bv night came a dream to Ossian, without form stood the shadow of Trenmor. He seemed to strike the dim shield, on Selma's streamy rock. I res''s in my rattling steel; I knew that war was near. Before the winds our sails were spread ; when Lumon showed its streams to the morn.

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

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Fingals in one of his voyages to the Orkney islandss was drivens by strpss of weathers into a bay of Scandinavias near the residence of Star nos king of Lochlin. Starno invites Fingal to a feast. Fingals doubting the faith of the kings and mindful of his former breach of hospitalitys i Fingals B. IIL) refuses to go. Starno gathers tugether his tribes; Fingal resolves to defend himself. Night coming ons Diith-maruno proposes to Fingals to observe the motions of the enemy. The king himself undertakes the watch. Advancing towards the rnemys hes accident!?s comes to the cave of Turftiors where Starno had coofined Conban-carglass the captive daughter of a neighbouring chief. Her story is imperfects a part of the original being lost. Fingal comes to a place of worships where Starnos and his son Swarans censolted the spirit of Lodis concerning the issoe of the war. The rencounter of Fingal and Swaran. The Duw concludes witi a description of the airy hall of Cruthlodas sopposed to be the Odin of Scandinavia.


A Tale of the times of old -! Why, thou wanderer unseen, that bendest the thistle of Lora, why, thou breeze of the valley, hast thou left mine ear? I hear no distant roar of streams, no sound of the harp from the rocks ! Come, thou huntress of Lutha, send back his soul to the bard.

I look forward to Lochlin of lakes, to the dark ridgy bay of U-thorno, where Fingal descended from ocean, from the roar of winds. Few are the heroes of Morvens in a land unknown! Starno sent a dweller of Loda, to bid Fingal to the feast: but the king remembered the past, and all his rage arose.

a The bards distingoished those compositionss in which the narration is often htrrtoptedby episcdes and apostrophess bv the name of Duan. Since the extinction of the order of the bardss it has been a general name fur all ancient compositions in verse. The ahropt manner Li which the slot y of this poem begins. may render it obscore to son* readers i it ma> not therefore be-impropsrs to give here the traditional prefaces whicha generally prefixed to it. Two yeara after he took to wife Ros-cranas .he daepchterof Cormacs king of Irelands Fingal undertook an expedition into Orkneys to visit his friend Ca'h-ullas king sf In is tore. After staying a few days at Carric-thura, tbe midCLCto Catr-ulla, the king set sails to return to Scotland i but a voilent storm arisings hit &ft were driven into a bay of Scandinavias n:':ir Gormals the seal of Starnos kingof l.txhl>.. his avowed enemy. starnos opon the appearance of stranfeers on his coasts sommoned toother ttie neighbouring tribess and rAianteds in a hostile manners towards the tb:' tif U-thornos whene Fiiigal had taken sl.eU-r. Upon discovering I'.s'ho the strangm weres ard faarinii the valour of Fingids which he hiul, more than onces exs-erienced ieores he resolved to accomplish by tvt.achrrvs wh:'t he Whs afraid he should fail in bt ien force. He inviteds therefores Fingal to a 'fenst M which he intended to assassiiufr -n. The kins prudently declined to gos -nrt ?X-:i r.o beiook tdmsclf to arms. The lii :l of the story may be learned from the yocrn itself.


'' Nor Gormal's mossy towers, nor Starno, shall Fingal behold. Deaths wander, like shadows, over his iiery soul. Do 1 forget that beam of light, the whitehanded daughter ' of kings? Go, son of Loda, his words are but blasts to Fingal: blasts, that, to and fro, s-oll the thistles in autumnal vales.

"Duth-maruno', arm of death! Cromma-glas, of iron shields! Sruthmor, dweller of battle's wing I Cormar, whose ships bound on seas, careless as the course of a meteor, on dark-streaming clouds! arise around me, children of heroes, in a land unknown. Let each look on his shield, like Tienmor, the ruler of battles. ', Come down," said the king, " thou dweller between the harps. Thou shalt roll this stream away, or dwell with me in earth."

Around him they rose in wrath. No words came forth: they seized their spears. Each soul is rolled into itself. At length, the sodden clang is waked, on ail their echoing shields. Each took his hill; by night, at intervals, they darkly stood. Unequal burst the hum of songs, between the roaring wind. Broad over them rose the moon. In his arms, came tall Duth-maruno; he from Croma-charn of rocks, stern hunter of the boar. In his dark boat he rose on waves, when Crum-thormoth * awaked its woods. In the chase he shone, among his foes: No fear was thine, Duth.-maruno.

"Son of Comhal," he said," my steps shall be forward through night. From this shield I shall view them, o

b Apaodecca, the daughter of Starno, whom her father killed, on account of her discovering to Fingal a plot laid against his life. Her story is related at large, in the third book of Fingal.

c Duth-manmo is a name very famous in tradition. Many of his great actions are handed down, but the poems which contained the detail of them, are long since lost. He lived, it is sopposed, in that part of the north of Scotland, which is over against Orkney. Duth-maruno, Cromma-glas, Strutbsnor, and Cormar, are mentioned as attending Comhal, in his last battle against the tribe of Morni, in a poem which is still preserved. It is not the work of Ossian, the phrasenlugy betrays it to be a modern composition. It is something like the trivial compositions, which the Irish hards forged under the name of Ossian, in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries. Duth-maruno signifies ' black and steady,' Cromma-glas, s bending and swarthy: Struth-mor, s roaring stream;' Cormar, s expert at sea.'

it Crumthormoth, one of the Orkney or Shetland islands. The name is not of Gaelic original. It was sobject to.its own petly king, who is mentioned i" one of Ossian's poems.



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