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On the fourth day we raised our sails to the roar of the northern wind. Larthmor came to the coast, and his bards raised the song. The joy of the king was great; he looked to Rothma's gloomy heath; he saw the tomb of his son: and the memory of Uthal rose. "Who of my heroes," he said, " lies there? He seems to have been the king of spears. Was he renowned in my hallss before the pride of Uthal rose? Ye are silent, sons of Berrathon! Is the king of heroes low r" My heart melts for thee, O Uthal! though thy hand was against thy father ! O that I had remained in the cave! that my son had dwelt in Finthormo '. I might have heard the tread of his feet, when he went to the chase of the boar. I might have heard his voice on the blast of my cave. Then would my soul be glad: but now darkness dwells in my halls."
Such were my deedss son of Alpin, when the arm of my youth was strong; soch were ' the actions of Toscar, the car-borne son of Conloch. But Toscar is on his flying cloud; and I am alone at Lutha: my voice is like the last sound of the wind, when it forsakes the woods. But Ossian shall not be long alone, he sees the mist that shall*receive his ghost. He beholds the mist that shall form his robe, when he appears on his hills. The sons of little men shall behold me, and admire the stature of the chiefs of old. They shall creep to their caves, and look to the sky with fear: for my steps shall be in the clouds, and darkness shall roll on my side.
Leads son of Alpin, lead the aged to his woods. The winds begin to rise. The daik wave of the lake resounds. Bends there not a tree from Mora with its branches bare? It bends, son of Alpin, in the rustling blast. My harp hangs on a blasted branch. The sound of its strings is mournful. Does the wind touch thees O harps or is it some passing ghost! It is the hand of Malvina! but bring me the harp, son of Alpin; another song shall arise. Mv soul shall depart in the sound; my fathers shall hear it in their airy hall. Their dim faces shall hing with joy from their clouds; and their hands receive their son. The aged oak bends over the stream. It sighs with all its moss. The withered fern whistles near, and mixes, as it waves, with Ossian's hair.
q OMiu speaks.
Strike the harp and raise the song: be near with all your wings, ye winds. Bear the mournful sound away to Fingal's airy hall. Bear it to Fingal's hall, that he may hear the voice of his son; the voice of him that praised the mighty.
The blast of the north opens thy gates, O king, and I behold thee sitting on mist, dimly gleaming in all thine arms. Thy form now is not the terror of the valiant: but like a watery cloud; when we see the stars behind it with their weeping eyes. Thy shield is like the aged moon: thy sword a vapour half kindled with fire: Dim and feeble is the chief who travelled in brightness before. But thy steps ' are on the winds of the desart, and the storms darken in thy hand. Thou takest the son in thy wrath, and hidest him in thy clouds. The sons of little men are afraid; and a thousand showers descend. But when thou comest forth in thy mildness; the gale of the morning is near thy course. The sun laughs in his blue fields; and the grey stream winds in its valley. The bushes shake their green heads in the wind. The roes bound towards the desart.
But there is a murmur on the heath! the stormy winds abate ' . 1 hear the voice of Fingal. Long has it been absent from mine ear!" Come, Ossian, come away," he says: " Fingal has received his fame. We passed away, like flames that had shone for a season; our departure was in renown. Though the plains of our battles are dark and silent, our fame is in the foor grey stones. The voice of Ossian has been heard ; and the harp was strung in Selma. Come, Ossian, come away," he says, " and fly with thy fathers on clouds."
r This magnificent description of the power of Fingal over the winds and stormss and the image of his taking the sons and hiding him in the clouilss do not correspond with the precc-diag paragraphs where he is represented as a feeble ghosts and no more the " terror of the valiant i" out it agrees with the notions of the times concerning tte deceaseds who it was sopposed had tile coiamandof ewinds aad slot uss but took a* vncern in the affairs cf icen.
And come I will, thou king of men! the life of Ossian fails. I begin to vanish on Cona; and my steps are not seen in Selma. Beside the stone of Mora I shall fall asleep. The winds whistling in my grey hair shall not waken me. Depart on thy wings, O wind: thou canst not disturb the rest of the bard. The night is long, but his eyes are heavy; depart thou rustling blast.
But why art thou sad, son of Fingal! Why growsthe cloud of thy soul? The chiefs of other times are departed; they have gone without their fame. The sons of future years shall pass away; and another race arise. The people are like the waves of ocean : like the leaves of woody Morven, they pass away in the rustling blast, and other leaves lift their green heads. Did thy beauty last, O Ryno '? Stood the strength of car-borne Oscar: Fingal himself passed away; and the halls of his fathers forgot his steps. And shalt thou remain, aged bard! when the mighty have failed? But my fame shall remain, and grow like the oak of Morven; which lifts its broad head to the storm, and rejoices in the course of the wind.
i Ryno the son of Fingals who was killed in Irelands in the war against Swarms f Tingill B. V.l was remarkable for the beauty of his persons his swifmesss and great exploits. Minvanes the daoghter of Murms and sister to Gauls was in love with Ryno. . &e following is her lamentation over her lover.
SHEs Mushing sads from Morveo's rockss bends over the darkly-rolling sea. Shesaw tie youths in all their arms. Where, Rynos where art thou t
Our dark looks told that he was low! Tti<ts pales the hero flew on clouds! That in the grass of Morven's hillss his feeble voice was heard in wind.
And is the son of Fingal fallens on Ullln's mossy plains? Strong is the arm that conquered him! Ah me 1 1 am alone.
Alone 1 wil l not bes ye winds! that lift my dark-brown hair. My sighs will not lory nis with yoor stream; for I most sleep with Ryno.
I see thee not with beaoty's steps retorning from the chase. The night is munil Minnoe'a love, and silence dwells with Ryno.
Where are thy dugss and where thy bow? Thy shield that was so strong t Thy swor4 dke heaven's descending fire! The bloody spear of Ryno!
1 see them mixed in thy ship; I see them stained with blood. No arms are in thy narrow halls O darkly-dwelling Rynni
When will the morning conn-s and says Arise thou king of spears! arises the hunters are abroad. The hinds are non- thees Ryno!
Aways thou fair-haired mornings away! the slombering kine hears thee not! Tho kinds bonod over his narrow tomb; for death dwells round young ltyno.
Bat I will tread softlys my king! and steal to the bed of thy repose. Minvane will Lie in silence near her slombering Ryno.
The maids shall seek me; but they shall not find me; they ehall follow my departure i'::h3Qngss Bat J willnot hear yous i i mains! 1 sleep with fair-haired RyiWfc
■nirbars the son of Borbar-dothuls lord of Athas in Connau«hts the most potent chief of the race of the Firbolgs having mordereds at Tetiiorn the royal palaces Connac ihs son of Arthos the younri kin it of Irelands usorped the thr' me. Coimac was lines'iy descended from Conar tie son of Tienwors the great grandmtfier of Fingals kingct those Caledonians who inhahited the western toast of bcotiand. Fingid resented ti.e behaviour of Cairbars and resolved to pass over into Ireland- with tn armys to reCitablisn the royal family on the Iiish throne. Early intelligence of ids iiebiVns coming to Cairbars he assembled some of his tribes in Ulsters and at the same time ordered his brother Cathmor to follow him speedily with an armys from Temora. Soch was the situation of afiairswhen the Caledonian fleet appeared on the mast of Ulster.
The poem opens in the morning. Cairbar is represented as retired from the rest of the crniys when one of his scouts brought him news of the landing of Fingal. He assembles a council of his chiefs. Foldathsthe chief of Moma. haughtily despises the enemy ;and is reprimanded warmly- by Malthos. Cairbars alter hearing their debatet orders a feast to he prepareds to whichs by his bard Ollas he invites Oscar the son ot Ossian; resolving to pick a quarrel with that heros and to have some pretext for killing him. Oscar came to the feast; the quarrtl happened : the followers of both foughts and Cairbar and Oscar fell by motual wonods. The noise of the battle reached Fingal's army. The king came ons to the relief of Oscars and the Irish fell back to the army of Cathmors who was advanced to the banks of the river Lubars on the heath ofMoi-lena. Fingals after mourning over his grandsons ordered Ullin the chief of his bards to carry his body to Morvens to be there interred. Night coming ons Althatis the son of Conachars relates to the king the particolars of the morder of Coimac. Fillan the son of Fingals is sent to observe the motions of Catjnour by nights which concludes the action of the first day. The scene of this book is a plains Mar the hill of Moras which rose on the borders of the heath of Moi-leiia in Ulster.
The blue waves of Ullin roll in light. The green hills are covered with day. Trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze. Grey torrents pour their noisy streams. Two green hills, with aged oaks, sorround a narrow plain. The blue course of a stream is there: on its banks stood Cairbar * of Atha. His spear sopports the king: the red eyes of the king are sad. Cormac risci
a Cairbars the son of Borbar-duthuls was descended lineally From Larthon the chief •f the Firbolgs the first colony who settled in the south of Ireland. The Cael were i* possession of the northern coast of that kingdoms and the first mortarclcs of Ireland were of their race. Hence arose those differences between the two nationss which terminateds at lasts m the morder of Cormacs and the usorpation of Cairbars lord of Alhsi who is mentioned in this idace.
in his soul, with all his ghastly wounds. The grey iorm of the youth appears in darkness ; blood poors from his airy sides. Cairbar thrice threw his spear on earth; and thrice he stroked his beard. His steps are short; he often stops, and tosses his sinewy arms. He is like a cloud in the desart, that varies its form to every blast: the valleys are sad around, and fear, by turns, the shower.
The king, at length, resomed his soul, and took his pointed spear. He turned his eyes to Moi-lena. The scouts of blue ocean came. They came with steps of fear, and often looked behind. Cairbar knew that the mighty were near, and called his gloomy chiefs.
The sounding steps of his warriors came. They drew, at once, their swords. There Morlath * stood with darkened Uce. Hidaila's long hair sighs in wind. Redhaired Cormar bends on his spear, and rolls his sidelong-looking eyes. Wild is the look of Malthos from beneath two shaggy brows. Foldath stands, like an oozy rock that covers his dark sides with foam. His spear is like Slimora's fir, that meets the wind of heaven. His shield is marked with the strokes of battle; and his red eye despises danger. These and a thousand other chiefs sorrounded car-borne Cairbar, when the scout of ocean came, Mor-annal from streamy Moi-lena. His eyes hang forward from his face, his lips are trembling pale.
"Do the chiefs of Erin stand," he said, " silent as the grove of evening? Stand they, like a silent wood, and Fingal on the coast, Fingal, the terrible in battle, the king of streamy Morven !" " Hast thou seen the warrior r" said Cairbar with a sigh. "Are his heroes many on the coast? Lifts he the spear of battle? or
A Morlath, ' great in the day of battle.' Hidalla, ' mildly-looking hero.' Cormar 1 expert at aea.' Malth-os, ' slow to speak. Foldoth, . generous.'
Foldath, who is here strongly marked, makes a great figure in the sequel of the poem. His fierce, uncomplying character is sostained throughout. 'He seems, from a passage in the second hook, to have been Cairhar's greatest confident, and to have had a principal hind in the conspiracy againstCormae kingof Ireland. His tribe was one of the most considerable of the race of the Pirlolg.
c Mor-annal here alludes to the particolar appearance of Fingal's spear. If a man upnn his landing in a strange country kept the point of his spuar forward, it denoted, in those days, that he came in a liostile manner, and accordingly he was treated as an enemy; il he kept the point behind him, it was a token of friendship, and he was imriles'atc! s invited to the feast, according to the hospitality of tile limes.