race of daring Trenmor are not the dark in foul. Thou shalt not wander, by ftreams unknown, blue-eyed Oina-morul! Within this bofom is a voice; it comes not to other ears: it bids Offian hear the hapless, in their hour of woe. Retire, foft finger by night! Ton-thormod fhall not mourn on his rock!" With morning I loofed the king. I gave the long-haired maid. Mal-orchol heard my words, in the midft of his echoing halls. King of Fuärfed wild, why fhould Tonthormod mourn? He is of the race of heroes, and a flame in war. Your fathers have been foes, but now their dim ghofts rejoice in death. They ftretch their hands of mift to the fame fhell in Loda. Forget their rage, ye warriors! it was the cloud of other years. Such were the deeds of Offian, while yet his locks were young: though loveliness, with a robe of beams, clothed the daughter of many ifles. We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away! ARGUMENT. Fingal dispatches Offian and Tofcar, the fon of Conloch and father of Malvina, to raise a stone, on the banks of the stream of Crona, to perpetuate the memory of a victory, which he had obtained in that place. When they were employed in that work, Car-ul, a neighbouring chief, invited them to a feaft. They went and Tofcar fell defperately in love with Colna-dona, the daughter of Car-ul. Colna-dona became no lefs enamoured of Toscar. An incident, at a hunting party, brings their loves to a happy issue. COLN A-D ON A: A POE M. COL-AMON* of troubled ftreams, dark wanderer of diftant vales, I behold thy course between trees, near Car-ul's echoing halls! There dwelt bright Colna-dona, the daughter of the king. Her eyes were rolling ftars; her arms were white as the foam of streams. Her breaft rofe flowly to fight, like ocean's heaving wave. Her foul *Colna-dona fignifies the love of heroes. Col-amon, narrow river. Car-ul, dark eyed. Col-amon, the refidence of Car-ul, was in the neighbourhood of Agricola's wall, towards the fouth. Car-ul feems to have been of the race of those Britons, who are distinguifhed by the name of Maiate, by the writers of Rome. Maiatæ is derived from two Galic words, Moi, a plain, and AITICH, inhabitants; fo that the fignification of Maiatæ is, the inhabitants of the plain country; a name given to the Britons, who were fettled in the Lowlands, in contradiftinction to the Caledonians (i. e. CAEL-DON, the Gauls of the hills), who were poffeffed of the more mountainous division of North-Britain. was was a ftream of light. Who, among the maids, was like the love of heroes? Beneath the voice of the king, we moved to Crona* of the streams, Toscar of graffy Lutha, and Offian, young in fields. Three bards attended with fongs. Three boffy fhields were borne before us: for we were to rear the ftone, in memory of the paft. By Crona's moffy courfe, Fingal had fcattered his foes: he had rolled away the ftrangers, like a troubled fea. We came to the place of renown: from the mountains defcended night. I tore an oak from its hill, and raised a flame on high. I bade my fathers to look down, from the clouds of their hall; for, at the fame of their race, they brighten in the wind. I took a ftone from the ftream, amidst the fong of bards. The blood of Fingal's foes hung curdled in its ooze. Beneath, I * Crona, murmuring, was the name of a small ftream, which discharged itself in the river Carron. It is often mentioned by Offian, and the fcenes of many of his poems are on its banks. The enemies, whom Fingal defeated here, are not mentioned. They were, probably, the provincial Britons. That tract of country between the Friths of Forth and Clyde has been, through all antiquity, famous for battles and rencounters between the different nations, who were poffeffed of North and South Britain. Stirling, a town fituated there, derives its name from that very circumftance. It is a corruption of the Galic name, STRILA, i. e. the hill, or rock, of contention. placed, |