O, fprung from great Macgilliannore; Well can the Saxon* widows tell But in his halls, on feftal day, How blazed Lord Ronald's beltane † tree Cheer'd by the ftrength of Ronald's fhell, From diftant ifles a chieftain came, * The term Saffenach, or Saxon, is applied by the Highlanders to their Low-country neighbours. + Beltane tree; the fires lighted by the Highlanders on the first of May, in compliance with a custom derived from the Pagan times, are fo called. It is a festival celebrated with various fuperftitious rites, both in the north of Scotland and in Wales. 'Twas 'Twas Moy whom in Columba's ifle He waked his harp's harmonious found. Full many a spell to him was known, Was never meant for mortal ear. For there, 'tis faid, in myftic mood That shall the future corpfe infold. O fo it fell, that on a day, To roufe the red deer from their den, No vaffals wait their sports to aid, To watch their fafety, deck their board, *Seer's spirit. I can only describe the second fight, by adopting Dr. Johnston's definition, who calls it "An impreffion either by the mind upon the eye, or by the eye upon the mind, by which things distant and future are perceived and feen as if they were prefent." To which I would only add, that the spectral appearances thus presented usually prefage misfortune; that the faculty is painful to those who suppose they poffefs it; and that they ufually acquire it while themselves under the preffure of melancholy. Their fimple dress, the Highland plaid ; Three fummer days, through brake and dell, The folitary cabin stood, Faft by Moneira's fullen brook, Which murmurs through that lonely wood. Soft fell the night; the fky was calm, The moon, half hid in filvery flakes, Now in their hut, in focial guife, What "What lack we here to crown our blifs, "While thus the pulfe of joy beats high, "What but fair woman's yielding kiss, "Her panting breath, and melting eye? "To chafe the deer of yonder shades, 66 Long have I fought fweet Mary's heart, "And dropp'd the tear, and heaved the figh; "But vain the lover's wily art, "Beneath a fifter's watchful eye. "But thou may'ft teach that guardian fair "Of other hearts to ceafe her care, "Touch but thy harp, thou foon shalt see Hang on thy notes 'twixt tear and smile. "Or if the choose a melting tale, "All underneath the greenwood bough, * "Will good St. Oran's rule prevail, "Stern huntsman of the rigid brow?”. "Since Enrick's fight, fince Morna's death, "Or yielding kiss, or melting eyes. "E'en then when o'er the heath of woe, "The last dread curfe of angry heaven, "The bark thou faw'ft yon fummer morn 66 My eye beheld her dash'd and torn "The Fergus too-thy fifter's fon, "Thou faw'ft with pride the gallant's power, St. Oran was a friend and follower of St. Columbus, and was buried in Icolmkill. "Thou |