ed in the hall. The voice of Ullin was heard the harp of Selma was ftrung. Utha rejoiced in his prefence, and demanded the fong of grief; the big tear hung in her eye, when the foft (1) Crimora fpoke; Crimora the daughter of Rinval, who dwelt at Lotha's (2) mighty ftream. The tale was long, but lovely ; and pleafed the blushing maid of Tora.

CRIMORA (3).

Who cometh from the hill, like a cloud tinged with the beam of the weft? Whose voice is that, loud as the wind, but pleasant as the harp of Carril (4)? It is my love in the light of steel; but fad is his darkened

(1) There is a propriety in introducing this epifode, as the fituations of Crimera and Utha were fo fimilar.

(2) Lotha was the ancient name of one of the great rivers in the north of Scotland. The only one of them that ftill retains a name of a like found is Lochy, in Invernesshire; but whether it is the river mentioned here, the tranflator will not pretend to say,

(3) Cri-móra, a woman of a great soul.

(4) Perhaps the Carril mentioned here is the fame with Carril the fon of Kinfena, Cuçhullin's bard. The name itself is proper to any bard, as it fignifies a sprightly and harmonious found.

brow. Live the mighty race of Fingal ? or what disturbs my Connal (1)

CONNAL.

They live. I faw them return from the chace, like a stream of light. The fun was on their shields. Like a ridge of fire they defcended the hill. Loud is the voice of the youth; the war, my love, is near. To-morrow the terrible Dargo comes to try the force of our race. The race of Fingal he defies; the race of battle and wounds,

Connal

CRIMOR a,

I faw his fails like gray mift on the fable wave. They flowly came to land. Connal, many are the warriors of Dargo!

CONNA L.

Bring me thy father's shield; the boffy; iron shield of Rinval; that shield like the full moon when it moves darkened through

heaven.

was one of the

(1) Connal, the fon of Diaran most famous heroes of Fingal; he was flain in a battle against Dargo a Briton ; but whether by the hand of the enemy, or that of his miftrefs, tra dition does not determine.

CRIMORA.

That shield I bring, O Connal; but it did not defend my father. By the spear of Gormar he fell. Thou may'ft fall, Ó Con

nal!

CONNAL.

Fall indeed I may : But raise my tomb,Cri mora. Gray ftones, a mound of earth, shall keep my memory. Bend thy red eye over my tomb, and beat thy mournful heaving breaft. Though fair thou art, my love, as the light; more pleasant than the gale of the hill; yet I will not stay. Raise my tomb, Crimora.

CRIMORA.

Then give me thofe arms of light; that fword, and that fpear of fteel. I shall meet Dargo with thee, and aid my lovely Connal. Farewel, ye rocks of Ardven! ye deer! and ye ftreams of the hill!-Whe shall return no more. Our tombs are distant far.

And did they return no more? faid Utha's bursting figh. Fell the mighty in battle, and did Crimora live? - Her fteps were lonely, and her foul was fad for Connal. Was he not young and lovely; like the beam of the fetting fun Ullin faw the virgin's

tear, and took the foftly-trembling harp : the fong was lovely, but fad, and filence was in Carric-thura.

Autumn is dark on the mountains; gray mift refts on the hills. The whirlwind is heard on the heath, Dark rolls the river through the narrow plain. A tree ftands alone on the hill, and marks the flumbering Connal. The leaves whirl round with the wind, and ftrew the grave of the dead. At times are seen here the ghofts of the deceased, when the musing hunter alone stalks flowly over the heath.

Who can reach the fource of thy race,

Connal ? and who recount thy fathers? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the wind with its lofty head. But now it is torn from the earth. Who shall supply the place of Connal?

Here was the din of arms; and here the groans of the dying. Bloody are the wars of Fingal ! O Connal! it was here thou didst fall. Thine arm was like a storm; thy sword a beam of the sky; thy height, a rock on the plain; thine eyes, a furnace of fire. Louder than a ftorm was thy voice, in the battles of thy fteel. Warriors fell by thy fword, as the thistle by the ftaff of a boy.

Dargo the mighty came on, like a cloud

of thunder. His brows were contracted and dark. His eyes like two caves in a rock. Bright rose their swords on each side; dire was the clang of their steel.

The daughter of Rinval was near; Crimora bright in the armour of man; her yellow hair is loose behind,her bow is in her hand. She followed the youth to the war, Connal her much-beloved. She drew the ftring on Dargo; but erring pierced her Connal. He falls like an oak on the plain; like a rock from the shaggy hill. What shall she do, hapless maid !-He bleeds; her Connal dies. All the night long she cries, and all the day, O Connal, my love, and my friend! With grief the fad mourner dies.

Earth here inclofes the loveliest pair on the hill. The grafs grows between the stones of the tomb; I often fit in the mournful shade. The wind fighs through the grafs; their memory rushes on my mind. Undisturbed you now fleep together; in the tomb of the mountain you reft alone,

And foft be your reft, faid Utha, children of ftreamy Lotha. I will remember you with tears, and my fecret fong shall rife; when the wind is in the groves of Tora, and the ftream is roaring near. Then shall ye come on my foul, with all your lovely grief.

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