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ver their gleaming tribes. Starno, of lakes, is before me, and Swarans the foe of strangers. Their words are not in vains by LoHa's stone of power. If Duth-maruno returns not, his spcuse is lonely, at home, where meet two roaring streams, on Crathmo-craulo's plain. Around are hills, with their woods; the ocean is rolling near. My son looks on screaming sea-fowl, young wanderer of the field. Give the head of a boar to Candona *, tell him of his father's joy, when the bristly strength of I-thorno rolled on his lifted spear."

"Not forgetting my fathers," said Fingal, " I have bounded over ridgy seas; theirs were the times of danger in the days of old. Nor gathers darkness on me, before foes, though I am young in my locks. Chief of Crathmo-craulos the field of night is mine."

He rushed, in all his arms, wide-bounding over Turthor's streams that sent its sullen roars by night, through Gormal's misty vale. A moon beam glittered on a rock; in the midst stood a stately form; a form with floating locks, like Lochlin's white-bosomed maid. Unequal are her steps, and short: she throws a broken song on wind. At times, she tosses her white arms: for grief is in her soul.

"Torcol-torno' of aged locks! where now are thy stepss by Lulan? thou hast failed, at thine own dark streamss father of Conban-carglas! But I behold thee, chief of Lulan, sporting by Loda's hall, when the darkskirted night is poured along the sky.

t Cean-donas * head of the peoples' the son of Duth-maruno. He became sftenri-i i famooss in the expeditions of Otsians after the death of Fingal. The traditional iilei concerning him are nomerooss ands from the epit net in thems bestowed on him !Csadona olbcmrs) i! woold appeirs that he applied himself tothat kind of buntings which his fathers in '.his paragraphs Is s anxious to recommend tu him. Aa I have mention. ed the traditional tales of the Highlandss it may not be improper heres to give Maw account of them After the expoUlon of the balds from the hooses of thechiefss theys being an indolent race of mens owed all their sobsistence to the generoaity of the vulgars whom they diverted with -epeattitK the compositions of their predecessorss and run. ning op the genealugies of their entertainers to the family of their chiefs. Aa thia soblect wass howevers soon exhaosteds they were obliged to have recoiirse to inventioss and form storiess having no foundation in facts which were swalloweds with great credulitys by an ignorant moltitude. By frequent repeatings the fable grew upon their handss and as each threw in whatever circomstance he thought conductive to raise the admiration of his h-areras the story becames at lasts so devoid of all probahility that ''en the vu Tu- themselves did not believe it. Theys howevers liked the talcs so wells it the 'J . s fonod their advantage in torning professed tale-makers Tbey then ncbed ou into the wlldest icgtuns of Action and romance. I Araoly bcUcvo there art more stories of giantss inchanted castless dwarfss and palfreyss in the Highlands, than in any country in Europe. These taless it i#certains lite other romantic compositionss have many things in them onnaturals ands consequentlys disgustful to true taste l buts 1 know not how it happenss thev command attention more than any other fictions I ever met with. The extreme length of these pieces is very sorprisings some of them xeqoiring many days to repeat them ; but soch hold they take of the memorys that few circomstances are ever omitted by those who have received them only from oral tradition. Whatismoreassiazingsthe very language of the bards is still preserved. It is corious to sees that the descriptions of magnificences introduced in these taless are even soperior to all the pompous oriental fictions of the kind.

Thou, sometimes, hidest the moon, with thy shield. I have seen her dim in heaven, Thou kindlest thy hair into meteors, and sailest along the night. Why am I forgot in my cave, king of shaggy boars? Look from the hall of JLoda, on lonely Conban-carglas."

"Who art thou," said Fingal, " voice of night?" She trembling, turned away. "Who art thou, in thy darkness ?" She shrunk into the cave. The king loosed the thong from her hands : he asked about her fathers.

"Torcul-torno," she said, " once dwelt at Lulan's foamy stream: he dwelt—but, now, in Loda's hall, he shakes the sounding shell. He met Starno of Lochlins in battle; long fought the dark-eyed kings. My father fell, at length, blue-shielded Torcol-torno.

"By a rock, at Lulan's stream, I had pierced the bounding roe. My white hand gathered my hair from off the stream of winds. I heard a noise. Mine eyes were up. My soft breast rose on high. My step was forward, at Lulan, to meet thee, Torcol-torno!

"It was Starno, dreadful king! His red eyes rol on Conban-carglas. Dark waved his shaggy brow, above his gathered smile. Where is my father, I said, he that was mighty in war? Thou art left alone among foes, daughter of Torcol-torno!

e Toicul-tornos according to traditions was king of Crathtuns a district in Sweden. Tlie river Lulan ran near the residence of Torcol-torno. There is a river in Swedens st'U called Lolas which is probably the same with Lulan. The war between Starno ami Tiircol-tornos which terminated in the death of the latiers had its rise at a nuntir..j paslv. Ptarno being inviteds in a friendly manners by Torcol-tornos both kingss with their followerss went to the mountain of Stivamors to hunt. A boar rushed from the wood before the kingss and Torcol-torno killed it. Starno thought this behaviour a, breach opon the privilege of guestss who were always honoureds as tradition expresses its with the danger of the chase. A quarrel aroses the kings came to battles with all their attendantss and the parly of Torcol-torno were totally defeateds and he himself slain Starno porsoed his victorys laid waste the district of Crathlons and eominc; to the residence of Torcol-tornos carried offs by forces Conban-carglass the beautiful daughter of his enemy. Her he confined in a caves near the palace of Gormals wheres on acconot of his cruel treatments she became distracted.

The paragraph lust now before uss is the song of Conban-carglass at the time the was discovered by Fingal. It is in lyric measores and set to mosics which is wild and simple- and so inimitably soitvd. to the situation of the. onhappy ladys that few can hear lr withoot tears.

"He took wiy hand. He raised the sail. In this cave he placed me, dark. At times, he comess a gatherk ed mist. He lifts, before me, my father's shield. Often passes a beam* of youth, far-distant from my cave. He dwells lonely in the soul of the daughter of Torcultorno."

"Maid of Lulan," said Fingal, " white-handed Conban-carglas, a cloud, marked with streaks of fires is rolled along thy soul. Look not to that dark-robed moon ; nor yet to those meteors of heaven : my gleaming steei is around thee, daughter of Torcol-torno.

"It is not the steel of the feeble, nor of the dark in soul. The maids are not shut in our b caves of streams; nor tossing their white arms alone. They bend, fair within their locks, above the harps of Selma. Their voice is not in the desart wild, young light of Torcultorno."

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* ******* Fingals again, advanced his stepss wide through the

bosom of night, to where the trees of Loda shook amid squally winds. Three stones, with heads of moss, are there: a stream with foaming course; and dreadful, rolled around them, is the dark-red cloud of Lodas From its top looked forward a ghost, half-formed of the shadowy smoke. He poftred his voice, at times, amidst the roaring stream. Near, bending beneath a blasted tree, two heroes received his words: Swaran of lakes, and Starno foe of strangers. On their dun shields, they darkly leaned: their spears are forward in night. Shrill sounds the blast of darkness, in Starno'. floating beard.

They heard the tread of Fiuga'- The warriors rose in arms. "Swarans lay that wanderer low," said Starno, in his pride. "Take the shield of thy father; it is a rock in war." Swaran threw his gleaming spear; it stood fixed in Loda's tree. Then came the foes forward, with swords. They mixed their rattling steel. Through the thongs of Swaran's shield rushed the blade of Liino '. The shield fell rolling on earth. Cleft the helmet * fell down. Fingal stopt the lifted steel. Wrathful stood Swaran unarmed. He rolled his silent eyes, and threw his sword on earth. Then, slowly stalking over the stream, he whistled as he went.

l By the beam of youths it afterwards appearss that Conban-carglas meana Swam the Kn of Si-.rnos with whoms during her coofinements she had fallen in love.

b k'rom this contrasts which Fingal drawss between his own nation and the iakiiri. tant^i of ,c.mdinavias we mey locm that' he former were moch less bar! arout than Ite latter. This distinction is so moch observed throughout the poenus cfOssius tfeii i here can bi no doutv.s that he follovrc-d the real manners of both riatie.ns in his irf: une. At the close of the speech of Fingal thete is a great part of the original lost.

Nor unseen of his father is Swaran. Starno torned awav in wrath. His shaggy brows waved dark above his gathered iage. He struck Loda's tree, with his spear, he raised the hum of songs. They came to the host of Lochlin, each in his own dark path; like two foam-covered streams, from two rainy vales.

To Tuthor's plain Fingal returned. Fair rose the beam of the east. It shone on the spoils of Lochlin in the hand of the king. From her cave, came forth, in her beauty, the daughter of Torcol-torno. She gathered her hair from wind; and wildly raised her song. The song of Lulan of shells, where once her father dwelt.

She saw Starno's bloody shield. Gladness rose, a light on her face. She saw the cleft helmet of Swaran i; she shrunk, darkened, from the king. "Art thou fallen, by thv hundred streams, O love of Conban-carglas ' '."

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XJ.thorno, that risest in waters; on whose side are the meteors of night! 1 behold the dark moon descending behind thy echoing woods. On thy top dwells the misty Loda, the house of the spirits of men. In the end of his cloudy hall bends forward Cruth-loda of swords. 'His form is dimly seen amidst his wavy mist. His right-hand is on his shield: in his left is the halfviewless shell. The roof of his dreadful hall is marked with nightly fires.

i The word of Finriat, so called frQm its maker, Lono of Lochlin.

jr The helmet of swaran. The behaviour of Filial is always consistent with that generosity of spirit which belongs to a hero, lie takes no advantage of a foe disarmed.

I Conban-carglas, from seeing the helmet of Swaran bloodv in the hands of Fingai, conje'tured that that hero was killed. A part of th'original is lost. Itappcan, however from the sequel of the poem, that the daughter of Torcol-forno did not long sorvive her aurprise, occasioned by the sopposed death of her lover. The description: of the airy hall of Ltraafwhicb is sopposed to be the same with that of Odin, the deity of Scandinavia! is more picturesque and descriptive, than any in the Jidda, or other wurks ■f the norther* ataluert.


The race of Cruth-loda advance, a ridge of formless shades. He reaches the sounding shell to those who shone in war; but, between him and the feeble, his shield rises, a crust of darkness. He is a setting meteor to the weak in arms. Bright, as a rain-bow on streams, came white-armed Conban-carglas.


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