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So FARQUHAR wond'ring sees the lovely form
Smooth gliding, light him thro' the thickening storm.
Glendoe, in high Schicuman's breast repos'd,
With streaming birch and hazel shades inclos'd *
Receiv’d the pair ; where pendent o'er the lake
The aspin trembles, and the osiers shake.
While evening wraps the hills in shadows pale,
The careful matron spreads her frugal meal ;
The younger children crowding round the fire,
Sadly their absent father's fate enquire :
The grandsire, narrative, recounts the wars,
Talks o'er the fatal pass, and shews his scars, ,
When sudden, like two wandering beams of light,
The youthful pair came full upon their sight.
The fire burns clear, the kindling torches blaze,,

with new delight impatient gaze ; « Sweet MORAIG, sister dear !” with fondness wild, The children cry, thro' tears the mother smil'd.; « Why lonely wandering thro' the drifted snow, • Where gloomy Tarfe's inchanted waters flow pic ? « She cries, does Moraig tempt the haunted path, “ Where lurking withcraft spreads the snares of death? “ And who is this young wanderer of the chace, Whose looks bespeak some high-descended race i See note No. 20.

+ See note No. 21. D 3

“ Who o'er these pathless wilds, unus'd to roam, “ With kindly care thus deigns to guide thee home ?" With downcast eyes the modest youth replied, An humble swain, to no high race allied, “ In hopeless search of wandering steers I come, “ By pity thus conducted to your home, “ In my dim view imperfect objects swim, “ An icy torpor chills each weary limb: “ Too late, alas! my rashness I deplore, “ Doom'd to behold my pleasant home no more !" Unfinish'd accents faulter'd on his tongue, And thro' his ears delusive murmurs rung; The aged peasant saw youth's roses fade, And propt the fainting swain with kindly aid : With patient care the matron chafes him o'er, While gradual warmth she labours to restore, To bring the needful cordials MORAIG flies, With soft compassion melting in her eyes By due attention now the Youth restor’d, Sees plenty deck, and welcome cheer the board : The hoary sire retraces former times, Or valiant deeds recounts in rustic rhymes :

* MORAIG is the Chloe or Phillis of the Gaelic Poets; when they conceal the true name of their mistress, for they never pay the tuneful tribute to an ideal personage.

The matron, willing to amuse her guest,
Tells in what distant glen the cheese she prest,
And how the monarch salmon's sportive young,
Snar'd in the brook, within the roof she hung:
How frugal care had made the viands last,
And how they still remain to finish the repast :
Fair MORAIG softly moves, with silent care,

pours the draught that crowns their simple fare. Now social talk and song deceive their woes, Till wearied Nature lulls them in repose.

The Genius of the storm his wrath forbore,
And rav'd among the leafless woods no more :
Calm silence brooded o'er the long dark night,
Till from the East arose the wish'd for light;
Now FARQUHAR, starting from his downy trance,
Beheld with joy the new-born day advance;
And blest with ardent gratitude the Pow'r,
Who led him thro' that dark and dreadful hour ;
And pray'd unnumber'd blessings on the fair
Who sav'd him from the wanderings of despair.
Wrapt in his manly garb of various hue,
He sallies forth the novel scene to view.
Thy waters, Ness! all hush'd to tranquil rest,
Reflected graces deck'd thy halcyon breast * :
There URQUHART's ruin'd castle gleam'd afar,
Disastrous relic of unhallow'd war!

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* See note No. 22.

The last sad shelter of unconquer'd worth,
When EDWARD's iron sceptre bruis'd the North *.
The shaded Inver, haunt of social peace,
Here bids his streams thy wat'ry stores increase,
And proudly boasts of his excelling Fair up,
Their simple manners, and ingenuous air :
There Fyers with plaintive murmurs soothes his dells,
Where wild romantic Melancholy dwells * ;
And Tarfe, long wandering, hid in copses green,

pour his tributary wave is seen.
Now strict enquiring from the swains around,
His wandering cattle's haunt young FARQyHAR found, ,
Deep in the shelter of a gloomy grove,
By rocks defended from the storm above,
They shunn’d, sequester’d in the narrow vale,
The blast tempestuous, and the rattling hail.
Clear was the freezing air, and bright the sky,
Short was the day, and now the sun grew high ;
The cattle found,--no lingering can avail,
Yet still he feels his wonted spirits fail.

* See note No. 23. + Invermoriston, a river, at the mouth of which is the seat of an ancient family, whose daughters, pow respectable matrons, were justly admired for uncommon beauty, unaffected gentle manners, and every domestic virtue.

I See note No. 24.

'Tis wrong to stay, but doubly hard to go, A while he pauses-lost in tender woe : “ And shall I, helpless, friendless, leave the maid “ Whose pitying care my feeble steps convey'd ? “ Whose gentle aid my fainting heart restor’d, “ Oh, were I of this lake's fair borders lord ; “ Had I the joys of wealth, without its care, “ Those joys, that wealth, my lovely maid should share." The new sensation swelling in his heart, Inspir'd the untaught swain with sudden art; And thus in cautious Wisdom's solemn guise, To veil his latent purpose FARQUHAR tries : First to the courteous matron bending low, “ You, to whose care my rescu'd life I owe, “ Whose tender fears your absent friends deplore,

May heaven triumphant soon those friends restore ! “ Yet while their standard flies on Southern plains, To till your fields no manly hand remains ; “ The coming Spring will soon your cares engage 6 With toils unfit for childhood or for “ So short the freezing day, so deep the snow, 66 No cattle o'er the mountain path can go. ( Warm shelter'd in yon bushy glen behind,

My steers repose, and food and safety find; “ But when relenting Spring shall smile a-new, “ Again your hospitable hearth I'll view;

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