: closed; but the murmur of Teutha had not yet failed in his ear.-Pale, and shewing his wounds, the ghost of Colmar came he bended his head over the hero, and raised his feeble voice. Sleeps the fon of Rathmor in his might, and his brother low? Did we not rife to the chace together, and purfue the darkbrown hinds? Colmar was not forgot till he fell; till death had blafted his youth. I lie pale beneath the rock of Lona. O let Calthon rife the morning comes with its beams ; and Dunthalmo will dishonour the fallen. of He paffed away in his blaft. The rifing Calthon faw the fteps of his departure.-He rushed in the found of his fteel; and unhappy Colmal rofe. She followed her hero' through night, and dragged her fpear behind. -But when Calthon came to Lona's rock he found his fallen brother.-The his bofom rofe, and he rushed among the foe. The groans of death afcend. They clofe around the chief.-He is bound in the midft and brought to gloomy Dunthalmo. - The shout of joy arofe; and the hills of night replied. rage I ftarted at the found: and took my father's fpear. Diaran rofe at my fide; and the youthful ftrength of Dargo. We miffed the chief of Clutha, and our fouls were fad.I dreaded the departure of my fame; the pride of my valour role. Sons of Morven, I faid, it is not thus our fathers fought. They refted not on the field of ftrangers, when the foe did not fall before them. Their ftrength was like the eagles of heaven; their renown is in the fong. But our people fall by degrees, and our fame begins to depart. What shall the king of Morven fay, if Offian conquers not at Teutha? Rife in your fteel, ye warriors, and follow the found of Offian's courfe. He will not return, but renowned, to the echoing walls of Selma. Morning rofe on the blue waters of Teutha; Colmal ftood before me in tears. She told of the chief of Clutha: and thrice the spear fell from her hand. My wrath turned against the ftranger; for my foul trembled for Calthon. Son of the feeble hand, I faid, do Teutha's warriors fight with tears? The battle is not won with grief; nor dwells the figh in the foul of war. Go to the deer of Carmun, or the lowing herds of Teutha. - But leave thefe arms, thou fon of fear; a warrior may Lift them in battle.→ I tore the mail from her shoulders. Her fnowy breaft appeared. She bent her red face to the ground. I looked in filence to the chiefs. The fpear fell from my hand; and the figh of my bofom rofe.-But when I heard the name of the maid, my crowding tears defcended. I bleffed the lovely beam of youth, and bade the battle move. Why, fon of the rock, should Offian tell how Teutha's warriors died? They are now forgot in their land; and their tombs are not found on the heath. Years came on with their tempefts; and the green mounds mouldered away.- Scarce is the grave of Dunthalmo feen, or the place where he fell by the spear of Offian.-Some gray warrior, half blind with age, fitting by night at the flaming oak of the hall, tells now my actions to his fons, and the fall of the dark Dunthalmo. The faces of youth bend fidelong towards his voice; furprize and joy burn in their eyes. I found the fon (1) of Rathmor bound to an oak; my fword cut the thongs from his hands. And I gave him the white-bofomed Colmal. They dwelt in the halls of Teutha; and Offian returned to Selma. (1) Calthon. |