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bay. We passed by Selåma. Cairbar retired like Lena's mist, when driven before the winds. It was then I beheld thee, O Dar-thula' like the light of Etha's sun. ‘Lovely is that beam' I said. The crowded sigh of my bosom rose. Thou camest in thy beauty, Dar-thula, to Etha’s mournful chief. But the winds have deceived us, daughter of Colla, and the foe is near !”

“Yes, the foe is near,” said the rushing strength of Althos, “I heard their clanging arms on the coast. I saw the dark wreaths of Erin's standard. Distinct is the voice of Cairbar; loud as Cromla's falling stream. He had seen the dark ship on the sea, before the dusky night came down. His people watch on Lena's plain. They lift ten thousand swords.” “And let them list . ten thousand swords,” said Nathos with a smile. “The sons of car-borne Usnoth will never tremble in danger! Why dost thou roll with all thy foam, thou roaring sea of Erin Why do ye rustle on your dark wings, ye whistling storms of the sky? Do ye think, ye storms, that ye keep Nathos on the coast ! No: his soul detains him, children of the night! Althos, bring my father's arms: thou seest them beaming to the stars. Bring the spear of Semo. It stands in the dark-bosomed ship !”

H. brought the arms. Nathos covered his limbs in all their shining steel. The stride of the chief is lovely. The joy of his eyes was terrible. He looks towards the coming of Cairbar. The wind is rustling in his hair. Dar-thula is silent at his side. Her look is fixed on the chief. She strives to hide the rising sigh. Two tears swell in her radiant eyes!

“Althos s” said the chief of Etha, “I see a cave in that rock. Place Dar-thula there. Let thy arm, my brother, be strong. Ardan we meet the foe; call to battle gloomy Cairbar. O that he came in his sound

ing steel, to meet the son of Usmoth ! Dar-thula, if thou shalt escape, look not on the fallen Nathos : List o sails, O Althos! towards the echoing groves of my and. “Tell the chief that his son fell with fame; that my sword did not shun the fight. Tell him I fell in the midst of thousands. Let the joy of his grief be great. Daughter of Colla! call the maids to Etha's echoing hall ! Let their songs arise for Nathos, when shadowy automn returns. O that the voice of Cona, that Ossian tnight be heard in my praise! then would my spirit reioice in the midst of the rushing winds.” “And my voice shall praise thee, Nathos, chief of the woody Etha The voice of Ossian shall rise in thy praise, son of the generous Usnoth! Why was I not on Lena when the battle rose 2 Then would the sword of Ossian defend thee, or himself fall low !” We sat that night in Selma, round the strength of ine shell. The wind was abroad in the oaks. The spirit of the mountain" roared. The blast came rustling through the hall, and gently touched my harp. The sound was mournful and low, like the song of the tomb. Fingal heard it the first. The crowded sighs of his bosom rose. “Some of my heroes are low,” said the gray-haired king of Morven. “I hear the sound of death on the harp. Ossian, touch the trembling string. Bid the sorrow rise, that their spirits may fly with joy to Morven's woody hills P’ I touched the harp before the king ; the sound was mournful and low. “Bend forward from your clouds,” I said, “ghosts of my fathers' bend. Lay by the red terror of your course. Receive the fallen chief; whether he comes from a distant land, or rises from the rolling sea. Let his robe of mist be near; his spear that is formed of a cloud. Place an half-extinguished meteor by his side, in the form of the hero's sword. And, oh ! let his countenance be lovely, that his friends may delight in his presence. Bend from your clouds,” I said, “ghosts of my fathers' bend P’ Such was my song in Selma, to the lightly-tremblin harp. But Nathos was on Erin's shore, . by the night. He heard the voice of the foe, amidst the roar of tumbling waves. Silent he heard their voice, and rested on his spear ! Morning rose, with its beams. The sons of Erin appear: like gray rocks, with all their trees, they spread along the coast. Cairbar stood in the midst. He grimly smiled when he saw the foe. Nathos rushed forward in his strength: nor could Dar-thula stay behind. She came with the hero, listing her shining spear. “And who are these, in their armor, in the pride of youth Who but the sons of Usmoth, Althos and dark-haired Ardan 2° “Come,” said Nathos, “come, chief of high Temora! Let our battle be on the coast, for the whitebosomed maid. His people are not with Nathos: they are behind these rolling seas. Why dost thou bring thy thousands against the chief of Etha 7 Thou didst fly from him in battle, when his friends were around his spear.” “Youth of the heart of pride, shall Erin's king fight with thee ? Thy fathers were not among the renowned, nor of the kings of men. Are the arms of foes in their halls 7 or the shields of other times Cairbar is renowned in Temora, nor does he fight with feeble men l’” The tear started from car-borne Nathos. He turned his eyes to his brothers. Their spears flew at once Three heroes lay on earth. Then the light of their swords gleamed on high. The ranks of Erin yiel; as a ridge of dark clouds before a blast of wind' Then Cairbar order.d his people, and they drew a thousand

* By the spirit of the mountain, is meant that deep and melar. choly sound which precedes a storin, well known to those who livs un a high country.

- Dows. A thousand arrows flew. The sons of Usnoth

fell in blood. They fell like three young oaks, which stood alone on the hill: the traveller saw the lovely urces, and wondered how they grow so lonely: the blast of the desert came by night, and laid their green heads low. Next day he returned, but they were with. ered, and the heath was bare :

Dar-thula stood in silent grief, and beheld their fall ! No tear is in her eye. But her look is wildly sad. Pale was her cheek. Her trembling lips broke short an half-formed word. Her dark hair flew on wind. The gloomy Cairbar came. “Where is thy lover aow ! the car-borne chief of Etha 2 Hast thou beheld the halls of Usnoth 2 or the dark-brown hills of Fingal My battle would have roared on Morven, had not the winds met Dar-thula. Fingal himself would have been low, and sorrow dwelling in Selma (" Her shield fell from Dar-thula’s arm. Her breact of snow appeared. It appeared ; but it was stained with blood. An arrow was fixed in her side. She fell on the fallen Nathos, like a wreath of snow ! Her hair spreads wide on his face. Their blood is mixing round !

“Daughter of Colla! thou art' w " said Cairbar's hundred bards. “Silence is at the blue streams of Selåma. Truthil's race have failed. When wilt thou rise in thy beauty, first of Erin's maids Thy sleep is long in the tomb. The morning distant far. The sun shall not come to thy bed and say, Awake, Dar. thula 1 awake, thou first of women! the wind of spring is abroad. The flowers shake their heads on the green hills. The woods wave their growing leaves. Reure, 3 sun' the daughter of Colla is asleep. She will not come forth in her beauty. She will not move in the steps of her loveliness.”

Such was the song of the bards, when they raised

the tomb. I sung over the grave, when the king of

Morven came : when he came to green Erin to fight with car-borne Cairbar !

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