"Touch but thy harp, thou soon shalt see Hang on thy notes, 'twixt tear and smile. "Or, if she choose a melting tale, All underneath the greenwood bough, "Since Enrick's fight, since Morna's death, Or yielding kiss, or melting eyes. "E'en then, when o'er the heath of woe, "The last dread curse of angry heaven, "The bark thou saw'st, yon summer morn, My eye beheld her dash'd and torn, Far on the rocky Colonsay. 'St. Oran was a friend and follower of St. Columba, and was buried in [colmkill. His pretensions to be a saint were rather dubious. According to the legend, he consented to be buried alive, in order to propitiate certain demons of the soil, who obstructed the attempts of Columba to build a chapel. Columba caused the body of his friend to be dug up, after three days had elapsed; when Oran, to the horror and scandal of the assistants, declared, that there was neither a God, a judgment, nor a future state! He had no time to make further discoveries, for Columba caused the earth once more to be shovelled over him with the utmost despatch. The chapel, however, and the cemetery, was called Relig Ouran; and, in memory of his rigid celibacy, no female was permitted to pay her devotions, or be buried, in that place. This is the rule alluded to in the poem. "Thy Fergus too-thy sister's son, Thou saw'st, with pride, the gallant's power, "Thou only saw'st their tartans' wave, "I heard the groans, I mark'd the tears, "And thou, who bidst me think of bliss, "I see the death-damps chill thy brow; The corpse-lights dance—they're gone, and now......... "Alone enjoy thy dreary dreams, Say, should we scorn joy's transient beams, "Or false, or sooth, thy words of woe, "E'en now, to meet me in yon dell, But call'd his dogs, and gay withdrew. 'Tartans-The full Highland dress, made of the chequered stuff so termed. 2 Pibroch-A piece of martial music, adapted to the Highland bagpipe. Within an hour return'd each hound; He fed the watch-fire's quivering gleams. Sudden the hounds erect their ears, And sudden cease their moaning howl; Close press'd to Moy, they mark their fears By shivering limbs, and stifled growl. Untouch'd, the harp began to ring, As softly, slowly, oped the door; And shook responsive every string, As light a footstep press'd the floor. And by the watch-fire's glimmering light, Close by the minstrel's side was seen An huntress maid, in beauty bright, All dropping wet her robes of green. All dropping wet her garments seem; Chill'd was her cheek, her bosom bare, As, bending o'er the dying gleam, She wrung the moisture from her hair. Far on the wind his tartans flow?"— "And who art thou? and who are they?" All ghastly gazing, Moy replied: "And why, beneath the moon's pale ray, Dare ye thus roam Glenfinlas' side"". "Where wild Loch Katrine pours her tide, "To chase the dun Glenfinlas deer, Our woodland course this morn we bore, "O aid me, then, to seek the pair, Whom, loitering in the woods, I lost; Alone, I dare not venture there, Where walks, they say, the shrieking ghost.""Yes, many a shrieking ghost walks there; Then first, my own sad vow to keep, Here will I pour my midnight prayer, Which still must rise when mortals sleep." "O first, for pity's gentle sake, Guide a lone wanderer on her way! For I must cross the haunted brake, And reach my father's towers ere day."— "First, three times tell each Ave-bead, And thrice a Pater-noster say; "O shame to knighthood, strange and foul! "Not so, by high Dunlathmon's fire, Wild stared the minstrel's eyes of flame, "And thou! when by the blazing oak Or sail'd ye on the midnight wind! And sternly shook his coal-black hair. 1 St. Fillan has given his name to many chapels, holy fountains, &c. in Scotland. He was, according to Camerarius, an Abbot of Pittenween, in Fife; from which situation he retired, and died a hermit in the wilds of Glenurchy, A. D. 649. While engaged in transcribing the Scriptures, his left hand was observed to send forth such a splendour, as to afford light to that with which he wrote; a miracle which saved many candles to the convent, as St. Fillan used to spend whole nights in that exercise. The 9th of January was dedicated to this saint, who gave his name to Kilfillan, in Renfrew, and St. Phillans, or Forgend, in Fife. Lesley, lib. 7, tells us, that Robert the Bruce was possessed of Fillan's miraculous and luminous arm, which he enclosed in a silver shrine, and had it carried at the head of his army. Previous to the battle of Bannockburn, the king's chaplain, a man of little faith, abstracted the relic, and deposited it in some place of security, lest it should fall into the hands of the English. But, lo! while Robert was addressing his prayers to the empty casket, it was observed to open and shut suddenly; and, on inspection, the saint was found to have himself deposited his arm in the shrine, as an assurance of victory. Such is the tale of Lesley. But though Bruce little needed that the arm of St. Fillan should assist his own, he dedicated to him, in gratitude, a priory at Killin, upon Loch Tay. In the Scots Magazine for July, 1802, there is a copy of a very curious crown grant, dated 11th July, 1487, by which James III. confirms, to Malice Doire, an inhabitant of Strathfillan, in Perthshire, the peaceable exercise and enjoyment of a relic of St. Fillan, being apparently the head of a pas toral staff, called the Quegrich, which he and his predecessors are said to have possessed since the days of Robert Bruce. As the Quegrich was used to cure diseases, this document is probably the most ancient patent ever granted for a quack medicine. The ingenious correspondent, by whom it is furnished, farther observes, that additional particulars, concerning St |