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The faint beam of the morning rose.

The souna of Caithbat's buckler spread. Green Erin's warriors convened, like the roar of many streams. The horn of war is heard over Lego. The mighty Torlath came! 66

Why dost thou come with thy thousands, Cuthullin,” said the chief of Lego. “I know the strength of thy arm. Thy soul is an unextinguished fire. Why fight we not on the plain), and let our hosts behold our deeds ? Let them behold us like roaring waves, that tumble round a rock; the mariners hasten away, and look on their strife with fear."

“ Thou risest like the sun, on my soul, replied the son of Semo. Thine arm is mighty, O Torlath! and worthy of my wrath. Retire, ye men of Ullin, to Sli. mora's shady side. Behold the chief of Erin, in the day of his fame. Carril, tell to mighty Connal, if Cuthullin must fall, tell him I accused the winds, which roar on Togorma's waves. Never was he absent in battle, when the strife of my fame arose. Let his sword be before Cormac, like the beam of heaven. Let his counsel sound in Temora, in the day of danger!”

He rushed, in the sound of his arms, like the terrible spirit of Loda, when he comes, in the roar of a thousand storms, and scatters battles from his eyes. He sits on a cloud over Lochlin's seas. His mighty hand is on his sword. Winds list his flaming locks! The waning moon half lights his dreadful face. His feq. tures blended in darkness arise to view. So terrible was Cuthullin in the day of his fame. Torlath fell by his hand Lego's heroes mourned. They gather around the chief, like the clouds of the desert. A thousand swords rose at once; a thousand arrows flew; but he stood like a rock in the midst of a roaring sea. They fell around. He strode in blood. Dark Slimora echoed wide. The sons of Ullin came. The battle

overcame.

spread over Lego. The chief of Erin

He returned over the field with his fame. But pale he returned! The joy of his face was dark. He rolled his eyes in silence. The sword hung, unsheathed, in his hand. His

spear

bent at every step! “Carril,” said the chief in secret," the strength of Cuthullin fails. My days are with the years that are past. No morning of mine shall arise. They shall seek me at Temora, but I shall not be found. Cormac will weep in his hall, and say, Where is Erin's chief ? But my name is renowned ! my fame in the song of bards. The youth will say, in secret, О let me die as Cuthullin died! Renown clothed him like a robe. The light of his fame is great.–Draw the arrow from my side. Lay Cuthullin beneath that oak. Place the shield of Caithbat near, that they may behold me amidst the arms of my fathers !”

" And is the son of Semo fallen ?” said Carril with a sigh. “ Mournful are Tura's walls. Sorrow dwells at Dunscäi. Thy spouse is left alone in her youth. The son of thy love is alone! He shall come to Bra. géla and ask her why she weeps! He shall lift his eyes to the wall, and see his father's sword. Whose sword is that ? he will say. The soul of his mother is sad. Who is that, like the hart of the desert, in the murmur of his course ? His eyes look wildly round in search of his friend. Connal, son of Colgar, where nast thou been, when the mighty fell ? Did the seas of Togorma roll around thee? Was the wind of the south in thy sails? The mighty have fallen in battle, and thou wast not there. Let none tell it in Selma, nor in Morven's woody land. Fingal will be sad, and the sons of the desert mourn !”

By the dark-rolling waves of Lego they raised the hero's tomb. Luath, at a distance, lies. The song o barris rose over the dead.

“* Blest be thy soul, son of Semo! Thou wert mighty in battle. Thy strength was like the strength of a stream; thy speed like the eagle's wing. Thy path in battle was terrible : the steps of death were be. hind thy sword. Blest be thy soul, son of Semo, carborne chief of Dunscäi! Thou hast not fallen by the sword of the mighty, neither was thy blood on the spear of the brave. The arrow came, like the sting of death in a blast: uur did the feeble hand, which drew the bow, perceive it. Peace to thy soul, in thy cave, chief of the isle of mist! "The mighty are dispersed at Temora; there is none in Cormac's hall. The king mourns in his youth. He does not behold thy return. The sound of thy shield is ceased : his foes are gathering round. Soft be thy rest in thy cave, chief of Erin's wars! Bragéla will not hope for thy return, or see thy sails in ocean's foam. Her steps are not on the shore: nor her ear open to the voice of thy rowers. She sits in the hall of shells. She sees the arms of him that is no more. Thine eyes are full of tears, daughter of car-borne Sorglan! Blest be thy soul in death, O chief of shady Tura !”

* This is the song of the bards over Cuthullic's tomb.

THE BATTLE OF LORA.

ARGUMENT.

Eingal, or, his return from Ireland, after he had expehed Swaran

from that kingdom, made a teast to all his heroes: he forgot to invite Ma-ronnan and Aldo, two chiefs, who had not been along with him in his expedition. They resented his reglect; and went over to Erragon, king of Sora, a country of Scandinavia, the declared enemy of Fingal. The valor of Aldo suon gained him a great reputation in Sora; and Lorma, the beautital wile of Erragon, fell in love with him. He found means to escape with her, and to come to Fingal, who resided then in Selma, on the western coast. Erragon invaded Scotland, and was slain in battle by Gaul, the son of Morni, alter he had rejected terms of peace offered him by Fingal. In this war Aldo tell, in a single combat, by the hands of his rival Erragon, and the unfortunate Lorma afterward died of grief.

Son of the distant land, who dwellest in the secret cell; do I hear the sound of thy grove? or is it thy voice of songs? The torrent was loud in my ear; but I heard a tuneful voice. Dost thou praise the chiefs of thy' land: or the spirits of the wind ? But, lonely dweller of rocks! look thou on that heathy plain. Thou seest green' tombs, with their rank, whistling grass with their stones of mossy heads. Thou seest them, son of the rock, but Ossian's eyes have failed!

A mountain-stream comes roaring down, and sends its waters round a green hill. Four mossy stones, in the midst of withered grass, rear their heads on the top. Two trees which the storms have bent, spread their whistling branches around. This is thy dwelling, Erragon; this thy narrow house; the sound of thy shells has been long forgot in Sora. Thy shield is be. come dark in thy hall. Erragon, king of ships, chief of distant Sora ! how hast thou fallen on our mount. ains? How is the mighty low? Son of the secret cell! dost thou delight in songs? Hear the battle of Lora. The sound of its steel is long since past. So thunder on the darkened hill roars and is no more. The sun returns with his silent beams. The glittering rocks, and the green heads of the mountains, smile.

The bay of Cona received our ships from Erin's rolling waves. Our white sheets hung loose to the masts. The boisterous winds roared behind the groves of Morven. The horn of the king is sounded; the deer start from their rocks. Our arrows flew in the woods. The feast of the hill is spread. Our joy was great on our rocks, for the fall of the terrible Swaran. Two heroes were forgot at our feast. The rage of their bosoms burned. They rolled their red eyes in secret. The sigh bursts from their breasts. They were seen to talk together, and to throw their spears on earth. They were two dark clouds in the midst of our joy; like pillars of mist on the settled sea : they glitter to the sun, but the mariners fear a storm.

“ Raise my white sails," said Ma-ronnan, “raise them to the winds of the west. Let us rush, O Aldo! through the foam of the northern wave. We are for got at the feast : but our arms have been red in blood. Let us leave the hills of Fingal, and serve the king of Sora. His countenance is fierce. War darkens around bis spear. Let us be renowned, O Aldo, in : the battles of other lands !”

They took their swords, their shields of thongs. They ! ushed to Lumar's resounding bay. They came to Sora's haughty king, the chief of bounding steeds Erragon had returned from the chase. His spear was red in blood. He bent his dark face to the ground; and whistled as he went. He took the strangers to his feast : they fought and conquered in his wars.

Aldo returned with his fame towards Sora's loftv

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