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To view such mockery of his art ?
The knot-grass fetter'd there the hand,
Which once could burst an iron band ;
Beneath the broad and ample bone,
That buckler'd heart to fear unknown,
A feeble and a timorous guest,
The field-fare framed her lowly nest;
There the slow blind-worm left his slime
On the fleet limbs that mock'd at time;
And there, too, lay the leader's skull,"
Still wreathed with chaplet, flush'd and full,
For heath-bell, with her purple bloom,
Supplied the bonnet and the plume.'

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For Fame is there say wbo bleeds,
And Honour's eye on daring deeils !
But when all is past, it is bumbling to tread
O'er the weltering Beld of the tombless dead,
And see worms of tbe earth, and fowls of the air,
Beasts of the forest, all gathering tbere;
All regarding man as their prey,

All rejoicing in his decay."-BYRON-Siege of Corinth. ] ["Remove yon skull from out the scatter'd heaps.

!s that a temple where a god may dwell?
Why, even the worm at last disdains ber shatter'd cell i
Look on Its broken arch, its ruin'd wall,
Its chambers desolate, and portals foul;
Yet this was once Ambition's airy hall,
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul :
Behold Ibrough each lack-lustre, eyeless hole,
Tbe gay recess of wisdom, and of wit,
And passion's bost, that never brook'd control :
Can all saint, sage, or sopbist ever writ,
People this lonely tower, this lenement refit?"

Childe Harold.) [“These reflections on an ancient field of battle afford the

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All night, in this sad glen, the maid
Sate, shrouded in her mantle's shade :
-She said, no shepherd sought her side,
No hunter's hand her snood untied,
Yet ne'er again to braid her hair
The virgin snood did Alice wear:'
Gone was her maiden glee and sport,
Her maiden girdle all too short,
Nor sought she, from that fatal night,
Or holy church or blessed rite,
But lock'd her secret in her breast,
And died in travail, unconfess’d.

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most remarkable instance of false taste in all Mr. Scott's writings. Yet the brevity and variety of the images serve well to show, that even in his errors there are traces of a powerful genius.”JEFFREY.]

(“The snood, or riband, with which a Scottish lass braided her hair, had an emblematical signification, and applied to her maiden character. It was exchanged for the curch, toy, or coil, when she passed, by marriage, into the matron state. But if the damsel was so unfortunate as lo lose pretensions to the name of maiden. without gaining a right to that of matron, slie was neither permitted to use the snood, nor advanced 10 the graver dignity of the curch. In old Scottish songs there occur inany sly allusions to such misfortune; as in the old words to the popular tune of “Over the muir among the er."

"Down amang the broom, the broom,

Down amang the broom, my dearie,
The lassie lost her silken snood,

That gard ber greet till sbe was wearie,"

VI.

Alone, among his young compeers,
Was Brian from his infant years ;
A moody and heart-broken boy,
Estranged from sympathy and joy,
Bearing each taunt which careless tongue
On his mysterious lineage flung.
Whole nights he spent by moonlight pale,
To wood and stream his hap to wail,
Till, frantic, he as truth received
What of his birth the crowd believed,
And sought, in mist and meteor fire,
To meet and know his Phantom Sire!
In vain, to soothe his wayward fate,
The cloister oped her pitying gate;
In vain, the learning of the age
Unclasp'd the sable-letter'd page;
Even in its treasures he could find
Food for the fever of his mind.
Eager he read whatever tells
Of magic, cabala, and spells,
And every dark pursuit allied
To curious and presumptuous pride;
Till with fired brain and nerves o'erstrung,
And heart with mystic horrors wrung,
Desperate he sought Benharrow's den,
And hid him from the haunts of men.

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[MS." Till, driven to frenzy, be believed

Tbe legend of bis birth received.")

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The desert gave him visions wild,
Such as might suit the Spectre's child."
Where with black cliffs the torrents toil,
He watch'd the wheeling eddies boil,
Till, from their foam, his dazzled eyes
Bebeld the river Demon rise;
The mountain mist took form and limb,
Of noontide hag, or goblin grim;
The midnight wind came wild and dread,

1 In adopting the legend concerning the birth of the Founder of the Church of Kilmalie, the author has endeavoured to trace the effects which such a belief was likely to produce, in a barbarous age, on the

to whom it relaled. It seems likely that he must have become a fanatic or an impostor, or that mixture of both which forms a more frequent character than either of them, as existing separately. In truth, mad persons are freqnently more anxious to impress upon others a faith in their visions, than they are themselves confirmed in their reality; as, on the other hand, it is difficult for the most cool-headed impostor long to personate an enthusiast, without in some degree believing what he is so eager to have believed. It was a natural attribute of such a character as the supposed hermit, that he should credit the numerous superstitions with which the minds of ordinary Highlanders are almost always imbued. A few of these are slightly alluded to in this stanza. The River Demon, or River-horse, for it is that form which he commonly assumes, is the Kelpy of the Lowlands, an evil and malicious spirit, delighting to forebode and to witness calamity. He frequents most Highland lakes and rivers; and one of his most memorable exploits was performed upon the banks of Loch Vennachar, in the very district which forms the scene of our action : it consisted in the destruction of a

Swell’d with the voices of the dead;
Far on the future battle-heath
His eye beheld the ranks of death :
Thus the lone Seer, from mankind hurld,
Shaped forth a disembodied world.
One lingering sympathy of mind
Still bound him to the mortal kind;
The only parent he could claim
Of ancient Alpine's lineage came.
Late had he heard, in prophet's dream,
The fatal Ben-Shie's boding scream;'

funeral procession, with all its attendants. The "noontide bag," called in Gaelic Glas-lich, a tall, emaciated, gigantic female figure, is supposed in particular lo haunt the district of Knoidart. A goblin dressed in antique armour, and having one hand covered with blood, called, from that circumstance, Lham-dearg, or Red-hand, is a tenant of the forests of Glenmore and Rothiemurcus. Other spirits of the desert, all frightful in shape and malignant in disposition, are believed to frequent different mountains and glens of the Highlands, where any unusual appearance, produced by mist, or the strange lights that are sometimes thrown upon particular objects, never fails to present an apparition to the imagination of the solitary and melancholy mountaineer. (MS.-" The fatal Ben-Shie's dismal scream;

And seen her wrinkled form, the sign

Of woe and death to Alpine's line."] Most great families in the Highlands were supposed to have a lutelar, or rather a domestic spirit, attached to them, who took an interest in their prosperity, and intimated, by its wailings, any approaching disaster. That of Grant of Grant was called May Moullach, and appeared in the form of a girl, who had her arm covered with hair. Grant of Rothiemurcus had an attendant called Bodach-an-dun, or the Ghost of the Hill; and many other ex

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