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FINGAL returning, with day, devolves the command on Duthmaruno, who engages the enemy, and drives them over the stream of Turthor. Having recalled his people, he congratulates Duth-maruno on his success; but discovers, that that hero had been mortally wounded in the action.-Duth-maruno dies. Ullin, the bard, in honour of the dead, introduces the episode of Colgorm and Strina-dona, which concludes this duün. MACPHERSON.

CATH-LODA.

DUAN SECOND.

"WHERE art thou, son of the king,” said dark

haired Duth-maruno? "Where hast thou failed, young beam of Selma? He returns not, from the bosom of night! Morning is spread on Uthorno. In his mist is the sun, on his hill. Warriors, lift the shields, in my presence. He must not fall, like a fire from heaven, whose place is not marked on the ground. He comes, like an eagle from the skirt of his squally wind! In his hand are the spoils of foes. King of Selma, our souls were sad!

"Near us are the foes, Duth-maruno. They come forward, like waves in mist, when their

foamy tops are seen, at times, above the lowsailing vapour'. The traveller shrinks on his journey; he knows not whither to fly. No trembling travellers are we! Sons of heroes 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 of the king. There, no dark deed wandered in secret. From their hupdred streams came the tribes, to grassy Colglan

crona.

Their chiefs were before them.

Each

strove to lead the war. Their swords were often half unsheathed. Red rolled their eyes of rage. Separate they stood, and hummed their surly songs. "Why should they yield to each other?

1 Like waves in mist, when their foamy tops are seen, at times, above the low-sailing vapour.] POPE's Iliad, iv. 315.

Thus from some lofty promontory's brow
A swain surveys the gather'd storm below;
Slow from the main the heavy vapours rise,
Spread in dun streams, and sail along the skies-
He dreads th' impending storm, and drives his flock
To the close cover of the arching rock.

"The traveller shrinks on his journey; he knows not whither to fly."

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their fathers were equal in war." Trenmor was there, with his people, stately in youthful locks. He saw the advancing foe. The grief of his soul He bade the chiefs to lead, by turns: they 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 struck the shield of joy. Like a pleasant gale, the words of power rushed forth from Selma of kings. But the chiefs led, by turns, in war, till mighty danger rose then was the hour of the king to conquer in the field.

"Not unknown," said Cromma-glass 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 darkness, and mark us for the war."

They went, each to his hill of mist. Bards marked the sounds of the shields. Loudest rung thy boss, Duth-maruno. Thou must lead in war!

Like the murmur of waters, the race of U

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