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cism 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 Dunmorven 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;

and the war steed stamped in blood. Night closed round the warriors of victory; they rested on their swords amid the heaps of the slain; they kindled their watch fires on the field of the dead.

"Mourn, thou lovely land of green fields*; the light of thy glory is dim; the hero of thy love † is fallen in the dawn of his fame!

"Sad is thy tear, maid of Inistore; and thy locks, fair like the curling mist of the morning, are dishevelled as the wildness of the flying clouds: beat thy breast of mountain snow, and roll the red eye of thy tears. The young, the beautiful, the brave, lies low; he returneth no more to the feast of the hall, or the chase of the bounding deer. Many are the tears that flow for thee, O fair-haired son of Clancola, many in the hall of thy fathers; thy

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+ General Wolfe.

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Red was thy hand in the fight, and fleet thy foot in the chase. Gone is the sound of mirth. Fair was thy form, Ọ youth; lovely and fair was thy open soul! What then availed the bloom of youth, and what the arm of strength? He fell not in the clash of swords, but by the recreant bolt of the fearful; for his arm was like the whirl wind on the forest.

Weep not, chief of the rocky isle, for he fell in the morning of glory: his dirge was the yell of victory, and the shrieks of the flying foe. Many bards shall tell his name, and his memory shall be dear to the children of song. But the clouds of sorrow shall not always hover on his memory: they shall weave his name in their songs of gladness, and in the deeds of the mighty.".

St. Clyde, though strange to these rude and feudal customs, was greatly

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