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lonely rock. "Where art thou, O my love!" He saw at length her heaving heart beating around the feathered dart. "O Conloch's daughter, is it thou !"— He sunk upon her breast.

"The hunters found the hapless pair; he afterwards walked the hill. But many and silent were his steps aroond the dark dwelling of his love. The fleet of the ocean came. He fought; the strangers fled. He searched for his death over the field. But who could kill the mighty Comal! He threw away his dark-brown shield. An arrow found his manly breast. He sleeps with his loved Galvina at the noise of the sounding surge. Their green tombs are seen by the mariner, when he bounds on the waves of the north."


3H)e 9rqinnent.

Cuthullin, pleased with the story of Carnl, insists with that bard for more of his sons) He relates the actions in Fingal in Lochlin, ami death of Agandecca the beautiful sister of Swaran. He had scarce finished, when Calmar the son of Matha, who bad advised the first battle, came woonded from the field, and told them of Swaran's design to surprise the remains of the Irish army. lie himself proposes to withstand singly the whole force of the enemy, in a narrow pass, till the Irish should mik£ Rmxl their retreat. Cuthullla, touched with the galhnt proposal of Calmar, resoltes to accompany him, and orders Carril to carry off the few that remained of the Irish. Morning comes, Calmar dies of his woonds; and the ships of the Caledonians ap

fiearing, Swaran gives over the pursuit of the Irish, and returns to oppose Kingatss anding. Cuthullin ashamed, after his defeat, to appear before I ingal, retires to the eave of Tura. Fingal engages the enemy, puts them to flight ; but the coming on cf night makes the victory not decisive. The king, who had observed the galiiflt behaviour of his grandson Oscar, gives him advices concerning his conduct in peace itd war. He recommends to him to place the example of his fathers before his eyes, iu the best model for lm conduct; which introduces the episode concerning Faiaasouu, the daughter of the king of Craca, whom Fingal had taken onder his protection, in his youth. Fillan and Oscar are dispatched to observe the motions of the enemy br night. Gaul the son of Morni desires the command of the army in the next tattle; which Fingal promises to give him. Some gtxeral reflections of the poet close ths ttirdday.


Pleasant are the words of the song," said Cuthullin, " and lovely are the tales of other times. They are like the calm dew of the morning on the hill of roes, when the sun is faint on its side, and the lake is settled and blue in the vale. O Carril, raise again thy voice, and let me hear the song of Tura; which was sung in my halls of joy, when Fingal king of shields was there, and glowed at the deeds of his fathers."

"Fingal! thou man of battle," said Carril, " early were thy deeds in arms. Lochlin was consumed in thy wrath, when thy youth strove with the beauty of maids. .They smiled at the fair blooming face of the hero; but death was in his hands. He was strong as the waters of Lora. His followers were like the roar of a thousand streams. They took the king of Lochlin in battle, but restored him to his ships. His big heart swelled

I T'io second night since the opening of the poem continues, and Cuthullin, ConnA and Carril, still sit in the place described in the pren ding book. The story of Aganik-.n is introdoced here with propriety, as great use is made of it U the -courae of the ptxm, and it in fume measure brings about the catastrophe.

with pride; and the death of the youth was dark in his soul. For none ever but Fingal overcame the strength of the mighty Starno"1.

He sat in the halls of .his shells in Lochlin's woody land. He called the grey-haired Snivan, that often sung round the circle" of Loda; when the stone of power heard his cry, and the battle torned in the field. of the valiant.

"Go, grey-haired Snivan," Starno said, "go to Arven's sea-surrounded rocks. Tell to Fingal king of the desart, he that is the fairest among his thousands, tell him I give him my daughter, the loveliest maid that ever heaved a breast of snow. Her arms are white as the foam of my waves. Her soul is generous and mild. Let him come with his bravest heroes to the daughter of the secret hall."

Snivan came to Albion's windy hills: and fair-haired Fingal went. His kindled soul flew before him as he bounded on the waves of the north.

"Welcome," said the dark-brown Starno, " welcome king of rocky Morven; and ye his heroes of might; sons of the lonely isle! Three days within my halls shall ye feast; and three days pursue my boars, that your fame may reach the maid that dwells in the secret hall."

"The king of snow* design'd their death, and gave the feast of shells. Fingal, who doubted the foe, kept on his arms of steel. The sons of death were afraid, and fled from the eyes of the hero. The voice of sprightly mirth arose. The trembling harps of joy are strung. Bards sing the battle of heroes; or the heaving breast of love. Ullin, Fingal's bard was there; the sweet voice of the hill of Cona. He praised the daughter of snow, and Morven's' high-descended chief. The daughter of snow overheard, and left the hall of her secret sigh. She came in all her beauty, like the moon from the cloud of the east. Loveliness was around her as light. Her steps was like the music of songs. She saw the youth and loved him. He was the stolen sigh of her soul. Her blue eves rolled on him in secret: and she blest the chief Of Morven.

m starno was the smther of Swrarnn as well as Agandccca. Hi, fierce and cruel cha. racier is well marked in other poems concerning the times.

n This pawage most certainly alludes to the religion of Lachlin, and thsr 'stone of power' here mentioned, is the image of one of the deities of Scandinavia.

s Starno is here poetically called the king of snow, from the great quantities of snow that fill in hie dominious.

* All the north-west coast of Scotland probably went of old under the name of Mor. ren, which signifies a ridge of very high hills. 3

"The third day, with all its beams, shone bright on the wood of boars. Forth moved the dark-browed Starno, and Fingal king of shields. Half the day they spent in the chase; and the spear of Fingal was red in the blood of Gormal'.

"It was then the daughter of Starno, with blue eyes rolling in tears, came with her voice of love, and spoke to the king of Morven.

"Fingal, high-descended chief, trust not Starno's heart of pride. Within that wood he has placed his chiefs; beware of the wood of death. But remember son of the hill, remember Agandecca; save me from the wrath of my father, king of the windy Morven'.

"The youth, with unconcern, went on; his heroes by his side. The sons of death fell by his hand; and Gormal echoed aroundi.

"Before the halls of Starno the sons of the chase convened. The king's dark brows were like clouds. His eyes like meteors of night. "Bring hither," he cries, "Agandecca to her lovely king of Morven. His hand is stained with the blood of my people; and her words have not been in vain."

"She came with the red eye of tears. She came with her loose raven locks. Her white breast heaved with sighs, like the foam of the streamy Lubar. Starno pierced her side with steel. She fell like a wreath of snow that slides from the rocks of Ronan, when the woods are still, and the echo deepens in the vale.

"Then Fingal eyed his valiant chiefs; his valiant

chiefs took arms. The gloom of the battle roared, and

Lochrtn fled or died. Pale, in his bounding ship h.

closed the maid of the raven hair. Her tomb ascends

f Gormal is tac name of a hill in Lwilin, in tie neiEbbourlwod of surno/i pause. on Ardven, and the sea roars round the dark dwelling of Agandecca."

"Blessed be her soul," said Cuthullin, " and blessed be the mouth of the song. Strong was the youth of Fingal, and strong is his arm of age. Lochlin shall fall again before the king of echoing Morven. Show thy face from a cloud, O moon; light his white sails on the wave of the night. And if any strong spirit' of heaven sit on that low-hung cloud, turn his dark ships from the rock, thou rider of the storm!"

Such were the words of Cuthullin at the sound of the mountain-stream, when Calmar ascended the hill, the wounded son of Matha. From the field he came in his blood. He leaned on his bending spear. Feeble is the arm of battle '. hut strong the soul of the hero!

u Welcomel O son of Matha," said Connal, welcome art thou to thy friends '. Why bursts that broken sigh from the breast of him that never feared before?"

"Aad never Connal, will he fear, chief of the pointed steel. My soul brightens in danger, and exults in the noise of battle. I am of the race of steel; my fathers never feared.

"Cormar was the first of my race. He sported through the storms of the waves. His black skiff bounded on ocean; and travelled on the wings of the blast. A spirit once embroiled the night. Seas swell and rocks resound. Winds drive along the clouds. The lightning flies on wings of fire. He feared, and came to land; then flushed that he feared at all. He roshed again among the waves to find the son of the wind. Three youths guide the bounding bark; he stood with the sword unsheathed. When the low hung vapour passed, he took it by the curling head, and searched its dark womb with his steel. The son of the wind forsook the air. The moon and stars returned.

"Such was the boldness of my race; and Calmar is like his fathers. Danger flies from the uplifted sword. They best succeed who dare."

r Thli is the only passage in the poem that has the appearance of relliclon. Bu». Cuthollin's apostrophe to this spirit is accompanied with a doubt, so that it is nut easy to determine whether the hero meant a superior heing, or the ghosts of deceased war- A

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