BUT thy fathers never fat alone, replied the rifing pride of Lamor; they never fat alone on the banks of Balva, when the roar of battle rofe.

-Doft thou not behold that tomb? Mine eyes difcern it not: there refts the noble Garmállon who never fled from war.Come, thou renowned in battle, he fays, come to thy father's tomb.How am I renowned, Garmállon, for my fon has fled from war?

KING of the ftreamy Balva! faid Hidallan with a figh, why doft thou torment my foul? Lamor, I never feared.---Fingal was fad for Comala, and denied his wars to Hidallan: Go to the gray ftreams of thy land, he faid, and moulder like a leaflefs oak, which the winds have bent over Balva, never more to grow.

AND muft I hear, Lamor replied, the lonely tread of Hidallan's feet? When thoufands are renowned in battle, fhall he bend over my gray ftreams? Spirit of the noble Garmállon! carry Lamor to his place; his eyes are dark; his foul is fad and his fon has loft his fame.

WHERE, faid the youth, fhall I fearch for fame to gladden the foul of Lamor? From whence fhalle I return with renown, that the found of my arms may be pleasant in his ear? -If I go to the chace of hinds, my name will not be heard.---Lamor will not feel my dogs,

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with his hands, glad at my arrival from the hill. He will not enquire of his mountains, or of the dark-brown deer of his defarts.

I MUST fall, faid Lamor, like a leafless oak: it grew on a rock, but the winds have overturned it. My ghoft will be feen on my hills, mournful for my young Hidallan. Will not ye, ye mifts, as ye rife, hide him from my fight?

-My fon!---go to Lamor's hall: there the arms of our fathers hang.---Bring the fword of Garmállon ;---he took it from a foe.

He went and brought the fword with all its ftudded thongs.He gave it to his father. The gray-haired hero felt the point with his hand.

My fon!---lead me to Garmállon's tomb : it rifes befide that ruftling tree. The long grafs is withered ;---I heard the breeze whiftling there. ---A little fountain murmurs near, and sends its water to Balva. There let me reft; it is noon: and the fun is on our fields.

HE led him to Garmállon's tomb. Lamor pierced the fide of his fon.They fleep together; and their ancient halls moulder on Balva's banks.---Ghofts are feen there at noon : valley is filent, and the people fhun the place of Lamor.

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MOURNFUL

MOURNFUL is thy tale, faid Ofcar, fon of the times of old !---My foul fighs for Hidallan; he fell in the days of his youth. He flies on the blast of the desart, and his wandering is in a foreign land.

SONS of the echoing Morven! draw near to the foes of Fingal. Send the night away in fongs; and watch the ftrength of Caros. Ofcar goes to the people of other times; to the fhades of filent Ardven; where his fathers fit dim in their clouds, and behold the future war.---And art thou there, Hidallan, like a half-extinguished meteor? Come to my fight, in thy forrow, chief of the roaring Balva!

THE heroes move with their fongs.---Ofcar flowly afcends the hill.---The meteors of night are setting on the heath before him. A diftant torrent faintly roars.---Unfrequent blafts rufh through aged oaks. The half-enlightened moon finks dim and red behind her hill.---Feeble voices are heard on the heath.Ofcar drew his fword.

COME, faid the hero, O ye ghofts of my fathers! ye that fought against the kings of the world!---Tell me the deeds of future times; and

your difcourfe in your caves; when you talk together and behold your fons in the fields of the valiant.

TRENMOR

TRENMOR came, from his hill, at the voice: of his mighty fon.---A cloud, like the fleed of the ftranger, fupported his airy limbs. His robe is of the mift of Lano, that brings death to the people. His fword is a meteor half-extintinguifhed. His face is without form, and dark. He fighed thrice over the hero: and thrice the winds of the night roared around. Many were his words to Ofcar: but they only came by halves to our ears: they were dark as the tales of other times, before the light of the fong arofe. He flowly vanished, like a mift that melts on the funny hill.

Ir was then, O daughter of Tofcar, my fon begun first to be fad. He forefaw the fall of his race; and, at times, he was thoughtful and dark like the fun when he carries a cloud on his face; but he looks afterwards on the hills of Cona.

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OSCAR paffed the night among his fathers, gray morning met him on the banks of Carun.

A GREEN vale furrounded a tomb which arofe in the times of old. Little hills lift their head at a diftance; and ftretch their old trees to the wind. The warriors of Caros fat there, for

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they had paffed the ftream by night. They ap peared, like the trunks of aged pines, to the pale light of the morning.

OSCAR ftood at the tomb, and raised thrice his terrible voice. The rocking hills echoed around: the starting roes bounded away. And the trembling ghofts of the dead fled, fhrieking on their clouds. So terrible was the voice of my fon, when he called his friends.

A THOUSAND spears rose around, the people of Caros rofe.---Why daughter of Tofcar, why that tear? My fon, though alone, is brave. Ofcar is like a beam of the sky; he turns around and the people fall. His hand is like the arm of a ghost, when he ftretches it from a cloud: the reft of his thin form is unfeen: but the people die in the vale.

My fon beheld the approach of the foe; and he ftood in the filent darkness of his ftrength.

"Am I alone, faid Ofcar, in the midft of a thousand foes?---Many a spear is there !--many a darkly-rolling eye l---Shall I fly to Ardven?---But did my fathers ever fly!-The mark of their arm is in a thousand battles. ---Ofcar too will be renowned.Come, ye dim ghofts of my fathers, and behold

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