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From 428 650 652 565 656 84 15_26 657 from Fitz. to Lord Dudley, 697 The Affianced West Indian, 619 | The World is full of Vanity, 774 651 654 To an Idiot, 656 649 651 . . . EDINBURGH MAGAZINE. JANUARY, 1845. NIGHEAN CEARD; OR, THE GOLDSMITH'S DAUGHTER. A TALE OF CELTS AND SAXONS. BY MRS JOHNSTONE. a There is a region of the Highlands of Scotland, that complete revolution which sent the broken lying far beyond the range of summer tourists, remnant of Lochnaveen's clan to the rivers and and comparatively little known even to Southern upper lakes of Canada, or reduced them to solitary grouse-shooters or deer-stalkers, which, among the units in the aggregate population of lowland neighbouring clans and the Lowlanders on the cities. In the deserted tract to which our story border, once bore the name of Lochnaveen's refers, there remains little to show that a swarm country. Among its own people, when it had of human beings once found a home in its bosom ; people, this wild and romantic region was called, yet it is remembered that the Chief of Lochnaby the more resonant Celtic appellation of the veen, in a cause which he liked, could have led Land of the race, [sliochd,] or, of the sons of the two hundred fighting men into the field. The son of Raonull. rude sunken tombstones of a grave-yard placed Lochnaveen's country, extending from the centre within a Druidical circle, some remnant of the of the island to the western seas, displays a rare walls of a massive tower, or keep, overhangcombination of the soft and pastoral beauty and ing the lake, and near which there seems to have the untamed grandeur for which the scenery of the been a rude landing-place or pier, with here and Highlands is celebrated. There is but one thing there a few patches of the brighter verdure of the wanting :—the distant mountain peaks still rear , aquatic plants which still point out the trickling themselves above the morning mists, or float in the fountains of the ruined Bhalies or solitary cabins, golden ether of noon; the upland loch spreads its are all that now remain to tell the traveller of translucent waters to the sun; the sinuous frith what has been. There is, in particular, one mass winds up through the mountain ravines and sylvan of ruins which never fails to arrest the attention glades, and the smaller streams rejoice, each as it of the southern fowler or angler who chances to hastens down its own glen, to join that abounding penetrate the mountain recesses of Lochnaveen's river which rolls its placid waters through the country : in a correi, or hollow, of the mighty broadening strath :—Those native pine and birch Mam Tamar, as the guardian mountain of the forests which have twice bowed their leafy honours region once was named, he comes suddenly upon beneath the golden axe of the Saxon, are springing what at first sight appears to have been a rude afresh,--but there is no human eye to note their chapel, or more probably a watch-tower, the luxuriance. Those grassy banks and hillocks, and crumbling remains of which are in summer richly desolated touns and hamlets, mantled with ground-ivy, ferns, the wild bramble, Eternal summer gilds them yet, and the smaller arbutus. One or two scattered But all except their sun is set : yews and cypresses of stunted size, may strike him and Lochnaveen, with all its pastoral softness and with more surprise, as these cannot be of native romance, and wild grandeur, is to the stranger | growth. If he inquire into the history of the but a melancholy country. There is no hunter on ruin, and his guide in the hill be a man of intelliits hills, no fisher on its waters, no matron grind- gence, skilled in the legends of the country, he ing with the quern, no maiden singing in the milk- will be told that this was neither chapel nor tower, ing-fold-no aged woman plying her distaff in but that here stood the sheiling of Donhuil nam the sunshine--no husbandmen are returning from Biodag, i. c. Donald of the Dirk, a once famous their daily labours, no little children paddling hunter and bard, the Tanist of Lochnaveen. He in the burns. A few Saxon shepherds, with their will be shown that from one opening of the correi dogs, have taken the place of a numerous and to the hunter chief could command the most magnilerably happy, if not very enlightened feudal, or ficent sight which Scottish scenery affords,—the rather patriarchal population; and judgment must Hebridean Archipelago stretching northward and chide with imagination ere one can all at once be southward, and lost in the haze of the Atlantic; reconciled to a change which the progress of so-while, by another vista, Donald's eyrie comciety seems to have rendered inevitable, and manded the mountain passes of the country, the which, we are bound to believe, must be for the castle of the chief, the fair strath and the best. But our tale belongs to a period previous to peopled glens, with all their blue smokes. If it B a VOL. 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