But the dread of banditti, fome ftrength it reftored; She dragg'd her flow fteps to where corfes, yet warm, Now the battle was over, and o'er his proud foes Midft the groans of the dying, and blood of the flain, The Little Grey Man he fat munching a heart, And he growl'd in a tone all dismaying-" Depart! "Don't difturb me at meals! pr'ythee rife, and pass on! "To Mary-Ann hie !-bind your wounds, and begone !— "In a score and three days fhall you meet Mary-Ann ; 66 And perhaps, uninvited, the Little Grey Man." With fear and difmay rofe the youth from the ground, By the fcreams of the night-bird, though dark, he could tell 'Twas the gibbets amongft, and the wheels, where he fell.- Perch'd grim on a wheel fat the Little Grey Man, To her fight, forely fhock'd, did a moon-beam display She fhriek'd a loud fhriek; and the tore her fine hair, To his wounds her fair hands fhe unceasingly prefs'd; He dreamt, from his wheel an affaffin had stepp'd, That the wretch, mangled piece-meal, and ghaftly with gore, From his wounds both the balms and the bandages tore; And to fearch for his dagger as now he began, "Strike! ftrike!" cried the voice of the Little Grey Man. "Strike! ftrike!" cried the fiend," or your wounds bleed He ftruck-it was Mary-Ann's life-blood he drew- Gave him one look of love, 'twas her fondeft, her laft! The Little Grey Man now he fet up a yell, As in each other's arms dead the fond lovers fell, Of Of Mary-Ann's forrows, and Leopold's woes, Of the heath and its horrors, the traveller tell: Who fhall prick on his fteed with what swiftness he can, Left he meet in the twilight the Little Grey Man. On the Feast of St. Auftin, to Sombermond's fair With dance, and with carols, and mirth, cheer the day; And there, on the richly-wrought arras, they view No. XX. GLENFINLAS, OR LORD RONALD'S CORONACH.* "For them the viewlefs forms of air obey, They know what spirit brews the stormful day, "And heartless oft, like moody madness, stare Glenfinlas is a tract of forest ground lying in the Highlands of Perthshire, not far from Callender, in Menteith. To the west of the forest of Glenfinlas lies Loch Katrine, and its romantic avenue, called the Troshachs. Benledi, Benmore, and Benvoirlich, are mountains in the same district, and at no great distance from Glenfinlas. The river Teith passes Callender and the castle of Doune, and joins the Forth near Stirling. The Pass of Lenny is immediately above Callender, and is the principal access to the Highlands, from that town. Glenartney is a forest near Benvoirlich. The whole forms a sublime tract of Alpine scenery. O HONE a rie! O hone a rie ! The pride of Albin's line is o'er, We ne'er fhall fee Lord Ronald more! *Coronach is the lamentation for a deceafed warrior, fung by the aged of the clan. O hone a rie fignifies" Alas for the prince or chief," |