THIS poem, which, properly speaking, is a continuation of the laft, opers with an addrefs to Sul-malla, the daughter of the king of Inis-huna, whom Offian met, at the chace, as he returned from the battle of Rathcol. Sul-malla invites Offian and Ofcar to a feaft, at the refidence of her father, who was then absent in the wars. Upon hearing their name and family, The relates an expedition of Fingal into Inis-huna. She casually mentioning Cathmor, chief of Atha (who then affified her father against his enemies), Offian introduces the epifode of Culgorm and Suran-dronlo, two Scandinavian kings, in whose wars Offian himself and Cathmor were engaged on oppofite fides. The ftory is imperfect, a part of the original being loft. Offian, warned in a dream, by the ghost of Trenmor, fets fai! from Inis-huna. SUL-MALLA: OF LUMON: A POEM. WHO (109) moves fo ftately, on Lumon, at the roar of the foamy waters? Her hair falls upon her heaving breaft.. White is her arm behind, as flow fhe bends the bow. Why doft thou wander in deferts, like a light thro' a cloudy field? The young roes are panting, by their secret rocks. Return, thou daughter of kings! the cloudy night is near! It was the young branch of green Vol. I. T Inis-huna, Sul-malla of blue eyes. She fent the bard from her rock, to bid us to her feaft. Amidft the long we sat down, in Cluba's echoing hall. White moved the hands of Sul-malla, on the trembling firings. Half-heard amidst the found, was the name of Atha's king: he that was abfent in battle for her own green land. Nor absent from her soul was he; he came midft her thoughts by night. Ton-thena looked in, from the sky, and saw her tolling arms. The found of shells had ceased. Amidft long locks, Sul-malla rofe. She spoke with bended eyes, and afked of our course thro' feas; "for of the kings of men are ye, tall riders of the wave (110)." "Not unknown," I faid, "at his ftreams is he, the father of cur race. Fingal has been heard of at Clubá, blue-eyed daughter of kings. Nor only, at Cona's fiream, is Offian and Ofcar known. 1 Foes trembled at our voice, and fhrunk in other lands." "Not unmarked,” said the maid, "by Sul-malla, is the fhield of Morven's king. It hangs high, in my father's hall, in memory of the paft; when Fingal came to Cluba, in the days of other years. Loud roared the boar of Culdarnu, in the midft of his rocks and woods. Inis-huna fent her youths, but they failed; and virgins wept over tombs. Carelefs went Fingal to Culdarnu. On his Spear rolled the strength of the woods. He was bright, they said, in his locks, the firft of mortal men. Nor at the feaft were heard his words. His deeds passed from his foul of fire, like the rolling of vapours from the face of the wandering fun. Not careless looked the blue eyes of Cluba on his ftately fteps. In white bofoms rofe the king of Selma, in the midft of their thoughts by night. But the winds bore the ftranger to the |