Full many a spell to him was known, Which wandering spirits shrink to hear; And many a lay of potent tone, Was never meant for mortal ear. For there, 'tis said, in mystic mood, That shall the future corpse enfold. O so it fell, that on a day, To rouse the red deer from their den, The Chiefs have ta'en their distant way, And scour'd the deep Glenfinlas glen. No vassals wait their sports to aid, To watch their safety, deck their board; Their simple dress, the Highland plaid, Their trusty guard, the Highland sword. Three summer days, through brake and dell, In grey Glenfinlas' deepest nook Which murmurs through that lonely wood. Soft fell the night, the sky was calm, When three successive days had flown; And summer mist in dewy balm Steep'd heathy bank, and mossy stone. The moon, half-hid in silvery flakes, Afar her dubious radiance shed, Quivering on Katrine's distant lakes, And resting on Benledi's head. Now in their hut, in social guise, Their silvan fare the Chiefs enjoy ; And pleasure laughs in Ronald's eyes, As many a pledge he quaffs to Moy. • What lack we here to crown our bliss, While thus the pulse of joy beats high? What, but fair woman's yielding kiss, Her panting breath and melting eye? "To chase the deer of yonder shades, This morning left their father's pile The fairest of our mountain maids, The daughters of the proud Glengyle. "Long have I sought sweet Mary's heart, And dropp'd the tear, and heaved the sigh: But vain the lover's wily art, Beneath a sister's watchful eye. "But thou mayst teach that guardian fair, "Touch but thy harp, thou soon shalt see The lovely Flora of Glengyle, Unmindful of her charge and me, Hang on thy notes, 'twixt tear and smile. "Or, if she choose a melting tale, All underneath the greenwood bough, Will good St. Oran's rule prevail,1 Stern huntsman of the rigid brow?”— "Since Enrick's fight, since Morna's death, "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, "Thy Fergus too-thy sister's son, 1 St. Oran was a friend and follower of St. Columba, and was buried in Icolinkill. His pretensions to be a saint were rather dubious. According to the legend, he consented to be buried alive, in order to propitiate certain demous 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. 2 Tartans-The full Highland dress, made of the chequered stuff so terined. 9 Pibroch-A piece of martial music, adapted to the Highland bagpipe. "Or false, or sooth, thy words of woe, Within an hour return'd each hound; Then closely couch'd beside the seer. No Ronald yet; though midnight came, He fed the watch-fire's quivering gleams. Sudden the hounds erect their cars, 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, And by the watch-fire's glimmering light, All dropping wet her robes of green. All dropping wet her garments seem; With maiden blush she softly said, Far on the wind his tartans flow?"- "And who art thou? and who are they?" "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; "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, Then kiss with me the holy rede; "O shame to knighthood, strange and foul! "Not so, by high Dunlathmon's fire, To wanton Morna's melting eye.' Wild stared the minstrel's eyes of flame, And thou! when by the blazing oak Or sail'd ye on the midnight wind! "Not thine a race of mortal blood, Nor old Glengyle's pretended line; He routter'd thrice St. Oran's rhyme, 1 St. Fillan has given his name to many chapels, holy fountains, &c. in Scotland. He was, according to Came rarius, 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 be 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, Ib. 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 el 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 huose 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, be dedi cated to him, in gratitude, a priory at Killin, upon Loch Tay. In the Scots Magazine for July, 19, there is a copy of a very curious crown grant, dated 11th July, 147, 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 pastoral staff called the Quegrich, which he and his predecessors are said to have pissened since the days of Robert Brace. As the Quezrich was used to care diseases, this document is probably the most ancient |