Of Mary-Ann's forrows, and Leopold's woes,
Long fhall Maife's dark ftream tell the tale as it flows:
Long, long fhall the goffips of Aix-la-Chapelle,

Of the heath and its horrors, the traveller tell:

Who fhall prick on his steed 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
Flock the youth of both fexes, its revels to fhare;
And in dainty apparel, all gallant and gay,

With dance, and with carols, and mirth, cheer the day;
While the proud cafile's portal expanded, invites
To the hall's ample board, and its feftive delights:

And there, on the richly-wrought arras, they view
Depicted, the woes of thefe lovers fo true;
The troubles their forrowful days that befel,
And the fate of the darling of Aix-la-Chapelle;
Behold, as fhe bloom'd, the beloved Mary-Ann,.
And the heart-freezing fcowl of the Little Grey Man

No. XX.

GLENFINLAS,

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LORD RONALD'S CORONACH.*

"For them the viewless forms of air obey,
"Their bidding heed, and at their beck repair:
"They know what spirit brews the stormful day,
"And heartlefs oft, like moody madness, stare
"To fee the phantom train their fecret work prepare.”

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,
And fallen Glenartney's statelieft tree,-

We ne'er fhall fee Lord Ronald more!

* Coronach is the lamentation for a deceased warrior, fung by the aged

of the clan. O hone a rie fignifies

Alas for the prince or chief,"

O, fprung from great Macgilliannore,
The chief that never fear'd a foe,
How matchlefs was thy broad claymore,
How deadly thine unerring bow.

How, on the Teith's refounding fhore,
The boldeft Lowland warriors fell,
As down from Lenny's pass you bore.

But in his halls, on feftal day,

How blazed Lord Ronald's beltane † tree ;
While youths and maids the light strathspey
So nimbly danced with Highland glee.

Cheer'd by the ftrength of Ronald's fhell,
E'en age forgot his treffes hoar ;--
But now the loud lament we fwell,
O ne'er to see Lord Ronald more!

From diftant ifles a chieftain came,
The joys of Ronald's halls to find,
And chafe with him the dark-brown game
That bounds o'er Albin's hills of wind.

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 firft of May, in compliance with a custom derived from the Pagan times, are fo called. It is a feftival celebrated with various fuperftitious rites, both in the north of Scotland and in Wales.

'Twas

"Twas Moy: whom in Columba's ifle
The Seer's prophetic fpirit* found,
As with a minftrel's fire the while

He waked his harp's harmonious found.

Full many a spell to him was known,
Which wandering fpirits fhrink to hear,
And many a lay of potent tone

Was never meant for mortal ear.

For there, 'tis faid, in myftic mood
High converfe with the dead they hold,
And oft efpy the fated fhroud

That fhall the future corpfe infold.

O fo it fell, that on a day,

To roufe the red deer from their den,
The chiefs have ta'en their diftant way,
And fcour'd the deep Glenfinlas glen.

No vaffals wait their sports to aid,

To watch their fafety, deck their board,

*Seer's spirit. I can only defcribe 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

Their fimple drefs, the Highland plaid;
Their trufty guard, the Highland sword.

Three fummer days, through brake and deil,
Their whiftling fhafts fuccessful flew,
And ftill, when dewy evening fell,
The quarry to their hut they drew.

In grey Glenfinlas' deepest nook
The folitary cabin fstood,
Faft by Moneira's fullen brook,

Which murmurs through that lonely wood.

Soft fell the night, the fky was calm,

When three fucceffive days had flown,

And fummer mift, in dewy balm,
Steep'd heathy bank and moffy stone.

The moon, half hid in filvery flakes,
Afar her dubious radiance thed,
Quivering on Katrine's distant lakes,
And refting on Benledi's head.

Now in their hut, in focial guise,
Their fylvan fare the chiefs enjoy,
And pleasure laughs in Ronald's eyes,
As many a pledge he quaffs to Moy.

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