THE LADY OF THE LAKE. CANTO SECOND. THE ISLAND. I. Ar morn the black-cock trims his jetty wing, And while yon little bark glides down the bay, And sweetly o'er the lake was heard thy strain, Mixed with the sounding harp, O white-hair'd Allan bane !1 1 That Highland chieftains, to a late period, retained in their service the bard, as a family officer, admits of very easy proof. The author of the Letters from the North of Scotland, an officer of engineers, quartered at Inverness about 1720, who certainly cannot be deemed a favourable witness, gives the following account of the office, and of a bard, whom he heard exercise his talent of recitation:- "The bard is skilled in the genealogy of all the Highland families, sometimes preceptor to the young laird, II. Song. "Not faster yonder rowers' might, Than men from memory erase Then, Stranger, go! good speed the while, celebrates in Irish verse the original of the tribe, the famous warlike actions of the successive heads, and sings his own lyricks as an opiate to the chief, when indisposed for sleep; but poets are not equally esteemed and honoured in all countries. I happened to be a witness of the dishonour done to the muse, at the house of one of the chiefs, where two of these bards were set at a good distance, at the lower end of a long table, with a parcel of Highlanders of no extraordinary appearance, over a cup of ale. Poor inspiration! They were not asked to drink a glass of wine at our table, though the whole company consisted only of the great man, one of his near relations, and myself. After some little time, the chief ordered one of them to sing me a Highland song The bard readily obeyed, and with a hoarse voice, and in a tune of few various notes, began, as I was told, one of his own lyricks and when he had proceeded to the fourth or fifth stanza, I per ceived, by the names of several persons, glens, and mountains, which I had known or heard of before, that it was an account of some clan battle. But in his going on, the chief (who piques himself upon his school-learning) at some particular passage, bia him cease, and cried out, 'There's nothing like that in Virgil o Homer. I bowed, and told him I believed so. This you may believe was very edifying and delightful."― Letters, ii. 167. "High place to thee in royal court, Good hawk and hound for sylvan sport, III. Song continued. "But if beneath yon southern sky "Or if on life's uncertain main If faithful, wise, and brave in vain, Beneath the fickle gale; Waste not a sigh on fortune changed, IV. As died the sounds upon the tide, VOL. III.- 6 And ere his onward way he took, His reverend brow was raised to heaven, V. Upon a rock with lichens wild, Perchance the maiden smiled to see Show me the fair would scorn to spy, VI. While yet he loiter'd on the spot, On the smooth phrase of southern tongue; Wake, Allan-bane," aloud she cried, 1 'The ancient and powerful family of Graham (which, for me trical reasons, is here spelt after the Scottish pronunciation) held |