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"Where art thou, son of the king?" said darkhaired Duth-maruno. "Where hast thou failed, young beam of SeIma? He returns net from the bosom of night! Morning is spread on U-thorno; in his mist is the son, on his hill. Warriors, lift the .shields in my presence. He must not falls like a fire from heaven, whose place is not marked on the ground. He comes like an eagle, from the skirt of his squallv wind! In ni» hand are the spoils of foes. King of Seima, our souls were sad."
"Near us are the foess Duth-maruno. They come forward, like waves in mist, when their foamy tops are seen, at times, above the low-sailing vapour. The tra- . veller shrinks on his journey, and knows not whither to fly. No trembling travellers are we! Sons of heroe* call forth the steel. Shall the sword of Fingal arise, or shall a warrior lead?"
The * deeds of old, said Duth-maruno, are like paths to our eyes, O Fingal! Broad-shielded Trenmor is still seen, amidst his own dim years. Nor feeble was the soul ot the king. There, no dark deed wandered in secret. From their hundred streams came the tribes, to grassy Col^lan-crona. Their chiefs were before them. Each strove. to lead the war. Their swords were often h.^.lf unsheathed. Red rolled their eyes of rage. Separate they stood, and hummed their sorly songs. "Why should they yield to each other? their fathers were equal in war."
a In this short episode we have a very probable accoont given oss of the origin of-^ monarchy in CaledonU. The Caels or Call'ss who possessed the countries to the north of the frith ef Edinburghs weres originallys a nomber of distinct tribess or danss 'ach soblect to its own chiefs who was frve and independent of any other power. When the Remans invaded thems the common danger mights perhapss have induced
Frenraor was there with his people, stately in youthful locks. He saw the advancing foe. The grief of his soul arose. He bade the chiefs, to lead, by turns: thev led, but they were rolled away. From his own mossy hill, blue-shielded Trenmor came down. He led •wide-skirted battle, and the strangers failed. Around him the dark-browed warriors came: they strnck the shield of joy. Like a pleasant gale, the words of power rushed forth from Selma of kings. But the chiefs led, by turnss in war, till mighty danger rose: then was the hour of the king to conquer in the field.
"Not unknown," said Cromma-glas * of shields, "are the deeds of our fathers, but who shall now lead the war, before the race of kings? Mist settles on these four dark hills: within it let each warrior strike his shield. Spirits may descend in darknesss and mark us for the war." They went, each to his hill of mist. Bards marked the sounds of the shiejds. LouiU-st rung thy boss, Duth-maruno. Thou must lead in war.
those reguli to loin tugether; buts as they were unwilling to yield to the command of one of thi-ir own nombers their battles were ill-conducteds ands consequently unsoccessful. Trenmor was the first who represented to the chiefss the b3d consequences ct carrying 'i:i their wars in this irregular manners and adviseds that they themselves should alternately lead in battle. They did sos but they were unsoccessful. When it came to Trenmar'i turns he totally defeated the enemys by his soperior valour and candocts which gained him soch an Interest among the trmess thit hes 2nd his family zfitt hims were regarded as kings; ors to use the poet's expressions " the words of power roshed forth from .-elina of kings." The regal authoritys howevers except in tirce cf wars was but inconsiderable; for every chief within his own districts was absolute Mid independent. From the scene of the battle in this episodes which was i a the valley of Cronas a little to the north of Agricota's walls I should soppose that the enemies cf the Caledonians were the Roimnss or provincial Britons.
b In traditions this Cromma-glas makes a great figure in that battle which Comhil losts tugether with his lifes to the tribe of Mornl. i have lust now in my handss an Irish compositions of a very modern dates as appears from the languages in which sfl the traditions concerning that decisive engagement are lombled tugethers In lustice a the merit of the poems 1 should have here presented to the reader a translation of its did not the bard mention some circomstances very ridicolouss and others altugether indecent. Mornss the wife of Comhals had a principal hand in all the transactionr. previous to the death and defeat of her hu-sband; shes to use the words of the bards " w&o was the goiding star of the women of Erin." The bards it is to be hop 3ds misrepresented the ladies of his countrys for Morna's behaviours wass according to hims to void of all decency and virtues that it cannot be sopposeds they had chosen her for their goiding star. The poem consists of many stanzas. The language is ngiu&tites ial the nombers harmonious ; but the piece is Bo full of anachronismss and 90 unequal a its compositions that the authors most undoubtedlys was either mads or drnoks woes he wrote it. It isworthy of being remarkeds that Comhal iss in 'his poems very nftra calleds Comhal na h' Alblns or Comhal of Albion. Which somckn'ly dtimnnstratrss that the allegations of Keating and O'FIiihcrty. concerning Fion MacCoinaal. arc M of late invention. *
Like the murmur of waterss the race of Uthorno came down. Starno led the battle, and Swaran of stormy isles. They looked forward from iron shields, like Crnth-loda, fiery-eyed, when he looks from behind the darkened moon, and strews his signs on night.
The foes met by Turtho's stream. They heaved like ridgy waves. Their echoing strokes are mixed. Shadowy death flies over the hosts. They were clouds of hail, with squally winds in their skirts. Their showers are roaring together. Below them swells the dark-rolling deep.
Strife of gloomy U-thorno, why should-I mark thy wonnds? Thou art with the years that are gone: thou fadest on my soul. Starno brought forward his skirt of war, and Swaran his own dark wing. Nor a harmless fire is Duth-maruno's sword; Lochlin is rolled over her streams. The wrathful kings are folded in thoughts. They roll their silent eyes, over the flight of their land. The horn of Fingal was heard, the sons of woody Alhion returned. But many lay, by Tuthor's stream, silent in their blood.
"Chief of Crom-charns" said the king, " Duth-maruno, hunter of boars! not harmless returns my eagles from the field of foes. For this white-bosomed Lanal shall brighten, at her streams; Can-dona shall rejoice, at rocky Crathmo-craulo."
"ColgormV replied the chiefs " was the first of my race in Alhion; Colgorms the rider of ocean, through its watery vales. He slew his brother in I-thorno: he left the land of his fathers. He chose his place, in silence, by rocky Crathmo-craulos His race came forth, in their years ; they came forth to war. but they always fell. The wound of my fathers is mine, king of echoing isles!"
e The family of Dulh-marunos it appearss came originally from Scandinavias or at leasts from some of tlic northern isless sJirtect in chief to the kiln:i of Lochlin. The Highland sen:ichiees who never missed lo moke toeir comments ons and additions to the works of Ossi.ois have pivc":i us a long list of the ancestors of Du'h-maiunos and a perticilar account of their actionss many of which are of the marvellous Kind. One of the tale-makers "f t'le north has chosen for his heros Starnmors the father of Duthmarnoos and considers; tlio adventores through which he has led hims the oiece is • either disagreeables nor aboundiaz with that kind of iiction which shucks credibility.
He drew an arrow from his side. He fell, pale, in a land unknown. His sou! came forth to his fathers, to their stormy isle. There, they pmsoed boars of mists, along the skirts of winds. The chiefs stood silent around, as the stones of Loda, on their hill. The traveller sees them through the twilight, from his lonely path. He thinks them the ghosts of the aged, forming future wars.
Night came down on U-thorno. Still stood the chiefs in their grief. The blast, hissed, by turns, through every warrior's hair. Fingal, at lengths bunted forth from the thoughts of his soul. He called UIlin of harps, and bade the song to rise. No falling fire, that is only seen, and then retires in night; no departing meteor was Crathmo-craulo's chief. He was like the strong-beaming son, long rejoicing on his hill. Call the names of his fathers, from their dwellings of old.
I-thorno d, said the bard, that risest midst ridgy seas! Why is thy head so gloomys in the ocean's mist? From thy vales, came forth a race, fearless as thy strong-winged eagles; the race of Colgorm of iron shields, dwellers of Loda's hall.
In Tormoth's resounding isle, arose Lurthan, streamy hill. It bent its woody head above a silent vale. There, at foamy Cruruth's source, dwelt Rurmar, hunter of boars. His daughter was fair as a son-beam, white bosomed Strina-dona!
d This episodes is in the original extremely beaotiful. It is set to that wild kind cj aausibs which some of the Highlanders distingoishs by the title of ' Fosi tH-marMs u the song of Mermaids.' Some part of the air is absoiutely iofernals but there arr niia. retorns in the measores which are inexpressibly wild and beautiful. From the genisi of the mosics 1 shoold thills: it came originally from Scandinavias for the fictions delivered down concerning the oi-marras who are repoted -he authors of tne mosics exactly correspond with the notions of the northern nationss concerning their di.ses or goddesses of death. of all the names in this episodes there is stone of a Gaelic origin ', «cept stiiaa-donas which signifies, the sttife of heroes.
Many a king of heroess and hero of iron shields ; many a youth of heavy locks, came to Rurmar's echoing hall. They came to woo the maid, the stately huntress of Tormoth wild. But thon lookest careless from thy steps, high-bosomed Strina-dona!
If on the heath she moved, her breast was whiter than the down of Canas; if on the sea-beat shore, than the foam of the rolling ocean. Her eyes were two stars of light; her face was heaven's bow in showers; her dark hair flowed round it, like the streamingcloudf. Thon wert the dweller of souls white-handed Strinadona!
Col-gorm came in his ship, and Corcol-soran, king of shells. The brothers came from Ithorno, to woo the snn-beam of Tormoth's isle. She saw them in their echoing steel. Her soul was fixed on blue-eyed Col-gorm. Ul-lochlin's' nightly eye looked in, and saw the tossing arms of Strina-dona.
Wrathful the brothers frowned. Their flaming eyes in silence met. They turned away. They struck their shields. Their hands were trembling on their swords. They rushed into the strife of heroes, for long-haired Strina-dona.
Corcul-soran fell in blood. On his isle, raged the strength of his father. He turned Col-gorm from Ithorno, to wander on all the winds. In Crathmor-craulo's rocky field, he dwelt, by a foreign stream. Nor darkened the king alone, that beam of light was near, the daughter of echoing Tormoth, white-armed Strinadonat.
t The Cana is a certain kind of gritss which grows plentifully in the heathy morasses of the north. Iti •talk ii of a reedy kinds and it carries a tuft of down very moch resembling cotton. It is excessively whites ands consequentlys often introduced try the bardss in their similies concerning the beauty of women. J ul-lochlins the goide to l.cx hlin -s the name of a star.
X The continoation of this episode is lust now in my hands: but the language is s« different froms and the ideas so onworthy of Ossiaa that I hate relected its as an interpolation by a modern bard.