By a rock, at Lulan's ftream, I had pier ced the bounding roe. My white hand gather. ed my hair, from off the ftream of winds. I heard a noife. Minę eyes were up. My foft breaft rofe on high. My ftep was forward, at Lulan, to meet thee, Torcul- torno. His It was Starno, dreadful king! red eyes rolled on Conban-carglás. Dark waved his fhaggy brow, above his gathered finile. Where is my father, I faid, he that was mighty in war? Thou art left alone among foes, daughter of Torcul - torno! He took my hand. He raised the fail. In this cave he placed me dark. At times, hế comes, a gathered mift. He lifts, before me, my father's fhield. Often paffes a beam *) of youth, far-diftant from my cave. He dwells lonely in the foul of the daughter of Torcultorno. Daughter *) By the beam of youth, it afterwards appears, that Conban - carglas means Swaran, the fon of Starno, with whom, during her confinement, fhe had fallen in love. ས Daughter of Lulan, faid Fingal, whitehanded Conban-carglas; a cloud, marked with ftreaks of fire, is rolled along the foul. Look not to that dark-robed moon; nor yet to thofe meteors of heaven; my gleaming fteel is around thec, daughter of Torcul-torno. It is not the steel of the feeble, nor of the dark in foul. The maids are not fhut in our *) caves of streams; nor toffing their white arms alone. They bend, fair, within their locks, above the harps of Selma. Their voice is not in the defart wild, young light of Tor Fingal, *) From this contraft, which Fingal draws, between his own nation, and the inhabitants of Scandinavia, we may learn, that the former were much lefs barbarous than the latter. This diftinction is for much obferved throughout the poems of Of fian, that there can be no doubt, that he followed the real manners of both nations in his own time. At the clofe of the fpeech. of Fingal, there is a great part of the original loft. Fingal, again, advanced his steps, wide thro' the bofom of night, to where the trees of Loda fhook amidft fqually winds. Three ftones, with heads of mofs, are there; aftream, with foaming courfe; and dreadful, rolled around then, is the dark red cloud of Loda. From its top Tooked forward a ghoft, half-formed of the fhadowy finoak. He poured his voi ce, at times, amidst the roaring ftream. Near, bending beneath a blafted tree, two hefoes received his words: Swaran of the lakes กับ ༣ and Starno foe of strangers. On their dun fhields, they darkly leaned their fpears are forward in night, Shrill founds the blaft of darkness, in Starno's floating beard, They heard the tread of Fingal.. The warriors rofe in arms. "Swaran, lay that wanderer! low, faid Starno, in his pride. Take the fhield 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 fwords. They mixed their rattling steel. Thro the thongs of Swaran's fhield 'rufled the bla de) of Luno. The fhield fell rolling on earth. *) The fword of Fingal, fo called from its maker, Luno of Lochlin, earth. Cleft the helmet *) fell down. Fingal ftopt the lifted fteel! Wrathful flood Swaran, unarmed. He rolled his filent eyes, and threw his fword on earth. Then, flowly stalking over the ftream, he whiftled as he went. Nor unfeen of his father is Swaran. Starno turned away in wrath. His fhaggy brows waved dark, above his gathered rage. He ftruck Loda's tree, with his fpear; he raised the hum of fongs. They came to the hoft of Lochlin, each in his own dark path; like two foam-covered streams, from two rainy vales. Fair To Turthor's plain Fingal returned. rofe the beam of the east. It fhone on the fpoils of Lochlin in the hand of the king. From her cave came forth, in her beauty, the daughter of Torcul-torno. She gathered her hair from wind; and wildly raised her fong. The fong of Lulan of fhells, where once her father dwelt. She faw Starno's bloody fhield. Gladness She faw the cleft helmet rofe, a light, on her face. The behaviour of Fingal that generofity of fpirit, *) The helmet of Swaran. helmet of Swaran *); fhe fhrunk, darkened, "Art thou fallen, by from the king. U-thorno," that rifeft in waters; on whofe fide are the meteors of night! I behold the dark moon defcending behind thy On thy top dwells the mifty ecchoing woods. Loda, the house In the end of his of the fpirits of men. cloudy hall bends forward Cruth-loda of fwords. His form is dimly feen, amidst his wavy mift. His right hand is on his fhield; in his left is the *) Conban-carglas, from feeing the helmet of Swa- |