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only musician now retained in the fa. mily, save that young and old of the islesmen could wind a bugle horn, till the linn of Correivreiken would shriek back that she heard them. In these comparatively peaceful days, when the energy of his clan was more seldom to be roused, the bard was less frequently, employed in spirit-stirring lays; his general employment was to drink with old Dunmorven, and on particular family festivals to recall some tale of other years, as if still to keep alive the declining patriarchal bond, and the unabated family pride. white-haired venerable looking man, and, but that his countenance partook of the general gloom and affliction of Dunmorgen castle, St. Clyde thought he perceived it full of lightning and spirit.

The fragments of the dinner had scarcely disappeared, when, from a

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seat on one side of the hall, the bard began in Erse to invoke the spirits of northern song, and the chiefs of Dunmorven of old ; the guests paid a mournful attention, and the chief wrapped his face in his plaid as the hoary minstrel related the genealogy of Dunmorven's family, and the famous warlike actions of the successive heads of that family, with a peculiar and discriminative store of imagery, and the most capricious principles of ratiocination, that accorded well as an opiate to the chief, to Thegn Mactorloisk from the glen, and to the vassals from the mountains: it was a history, which, if it had all been translated to our readers, might have swelled our pages with northern poesy, and afforded an impressive and instructive series of occurrences to the city novel hunters, whom existing originals, feudal chivalry in the mountains, vulgar fanaticism in the plains, the dreams and exaggerations of remote antiquity, the happy combinations of extravagant romance fancy, the hardihood and heroism of savage imperturbability, and the domineering but captivating qualities of pride, gallantry, elegance, and ambition, would have thrown into all the singular modifications which their plastic nature could receive from the circumstances with which the bard of Dunmoryen castle would have surrounded them,

We shall only give the remaining part of the minstrel's coranach; it related to, the gallantry and bravery of young Dunmorven, the prowess of the sons of the isles of the Gael, the fall of Dunmorven, and the grief of his love; the death of Gen. Wolfe, and the glory of the victory on the Heights of Abraham.

“ Grey Dunmorven's banquet was

spread with sorrow, and her shell was pledged in tears, that the horn of the chieftain was silent on the hill, and the dun-deer was chased only with the wind; and the white arms of her maids, fairer than Kilda's foam, are stretched out to hail the bark that hath parted for ever.

No! the bounding galley hath come, and her white sails are furled in Cleutha; but the banner that streams on the breeze is not the pride of Dunmorven; far on the waters that roll his tomb is piled on the desert, and the winds wave the grass that is green on his breast. The sons of Albin were valiant, and their arms were the sinews of war; their swords were a thousand, and the spears of their might rolled back the tide of the battle. They were far from the land of their fathers, and the hills of the land of deserts, But the red eye of their chieftain darted flames on the foe, and the rocks

were like the clouds of the tempest. The children of Dermid arose and girded on the swords of their valour; they looked on the chief of Dunmorven, Vich Ean the son of the aged, whose sword was the star of their love, that had shone in the hands of

many heroes. Clancola fought, and the foe sunk in her sight, as the noisy surge from her rocks, as the white snow from the sun of her mountains that melteth.

“ For her arm of ruin was bare; it was bathed in the blood of the foe. Death rode on the smoke of the battle; he stamped on the hill with the clash of a thousand swords. But bright through the war clouds rolling, shone the steel swords of the brave; and the Slogan of Clancola arose like the thunder on a thousand hills, and the waves of the storm on the rocks. Many were the heaps of the slain ;

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