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On beauty soonest will the eye
comrade near, At length broke forth,—“O mighty God!
Look, Garcias, what a sight is here !
The azure pavement of the sky,
Its awful sable arch on high ?
Look'd on in fear, with stifled breath, " If old tradition's tales be true,
Yon apparition speaks of death!
And down to dusky tombs are hurl'd,
And read and mourn'd by half the world ;
At such an hour as this :
To the grave's dark abyss;
Of all, and aught save bliss. “ Unhappy Charles !"—the gale swept by,
And they who to the wild winds wake, Well know that oft some fearful cry
Seems with their hollow sounds to break.
Unhappy Charles !-that gale replied,
Then came a shriek like demons howling; When in their hour of fiendish pride,
O'er some new victim they are scowling! Each courtier sprang with beating heart, And quick drawn breath and sudden start, Nearer the palace, whence there came Bright flashes of unearthly flame ! As if the sprite who rules the air Had come with all his terrors there, To bear his royal living prey To realms of darkness far away. But yet those courtiers could not stand Like some who form the lordly band, And leave their king alone to lie In death's most dark extremity; And not one former friend be near, His parting soul to soothe and cheer ; And thus, though terror bound them fast, On to the palace quick they pass'd. Within the dreary chamber shone
No livid fires, no fames were streaming ; One pallid watch-light's ray alone
Was through the dark apartment gleaming.
Save where the sound arose,
And calm in death repose.
That day was come :-around his bed
Some few unwilling took their stand ;
O'er the lost ruler of their land.
Transport me where the golden sun,
And his bright race is never done.
My frozen limbs with Iceland snows;
And if thou wilt but hear my cry,
Oh ! let not this keen agony
Now through my brain
And yet I mourn in vain !
But that return
Oh God I burn!
My guards there, -Ho!
I will be so !
that watch beside the dead,
He ceased ; and from a source unknown
Red Hames burst out his couch around;
And frantic grew each dying sound.
gave the sign that all was o'er,
Where once he lived, where thus he died,
The SABLE Bow expanded wide !
That from the palace ye descry ;
Are call'd into eternity!
THE LEGEND OF DUNMORVEN.
The traveller shall come, he who knew me in health and beauty shall come, his eyes shall
search the meads, but shall not find me. -OSSIAN,
SUPERSTITION in all
the northern blast “ wi angry sough" dominated more or less over the minds whistles bleakly over the heath-covered of the weak, the credulous, and the iga hills, listening to the gude wife as she norant ; and more especially when the relates the tales “ of other times;” tales Catholic religion was the established still replete with interest, as they chefaith, when the belief in miracles, the rish that national attachment, which so adoration attached to sacred relics, and particularly distinguishes this free and the unequivocal dominion the priests brave people. held over the minds of the uninformed, The inhabitants of the mountain huts contributed to render the light of reason even yet remember the Legend of Dunmore obscure.
Yet in those ages this morven. credulity was not entirely confined to
When the storm shall rage bleak, the uncultivated intellects of the vulgar, O'er auld Aughtercla's grave, and even now all classes cling with ro And the tower of Dunmorven mantic fondness to the long cherished Shall sink in the wave, and far-traced traditions of the days of
Then the last of the line their father's ; for time having en wrapt
Shall meet with his doom ;
And Dunmorven's proud heir their origin in his own dark mantle of
Find a watery tomb. obscurity, renders them still dearer from Then the storm shall rage bleak the mystery in which they are enve
O'er auld Aughtercla's grave, loped.
And the tower of Dunmorven
Will sink in the wave. Now, as formerly, the natives of the more remote parts of the Highlands of The wandering stranger, or way-wom Scotland will sit around their peat fires, traveller, often found an hospitable welthrough the long winter nights, when come beneath the stately roof of Dun
morven Castle, whose lofty turrets his vows to another, and therefore preproudly overlooked the northern wave, pared to lead his clan to the assistance which lashed with incessant violence of a neighbouring chieftain. Yet his the rock on which it stood. The tower, brave and generous mind disdained to to which the tradition alluded, was the bend at the shrine of interest or ambiremains of a small fortress, placed at tion, and still wished to cherish a linthe base of the rock, as a watch-tower, gering hope of future bliss. to guard the castle from the incursions It was evening when he bent his way of the Danish invaders, or hostile chief to the lonely hovel where she resided, tains of their own mountains. The pro and the awful stillness that reigned phecy had long been sung by the old through the air proclaimed an approachminstrels of the house of Dunmorven, ing storm ; the sun, like a ball of fire, when the halls resounded with festivity rolled on a mountain cloud, into whose and mirth, and the wassail bowl was dark bosom it sunk, as if in eternal drained to the health of the laird ; and night, for the darkness that succeeded so strongly was the truth of it impressed was horrible ; yet neither the darkness, on the minds of each succeeding gene the sullen brooding tempest, nor the ration, that the boldest of the clan could rising blast which fearfully swept along 1 ot pass the grave of auld Aughtercla, the plain, could deter Allan from urgor view the nodding tower rock fearfully ing his dreary way to the habitation of with the wintry blast, without trembling his soul's best treasure. He arrived for the fate of the then existing heir. there, the door was opened, and amid Yet time rolled on, and generation after a pious circle, where the little family generation mouldered into dust; the were assembled, he beheld her be sought; tradition was enrolled among the current every eye was raised to heaven in heartsuperstitions of the mountains, and the felt devotion; hers seemed to have ascradle of each infant heir was lulled to sumed an expression of piety still more the lay that recorded the fearful warning. celestial. The smile that welcomed At length the terrors of the devoted vas his approach quickly gave place to a sals were raised to new apprehensions, deep sigh of silent anguish, when she by the death of Donald, the oldest son understood he had come to bid her a of the laird, which left Allan, the youn last farewell. He perceived that sorger, the last and sole remaining heir of row was deeply rooted in her heart, and the noble house of Dunmorven. Allan, that, in wishing to transplant this fair to the grief and dismay of his father, blossom to his bosom, he had caused a cherished an unfortunate attachment for blight to descend on its sweetness, the lovely daughter of one of the hum- which had sapped its strength, and wiblest of his clansmen. Sweet as the thered its bloom. Her words spoke reviolet rears its azure head beneath the signation, but her look betrayed it was clustered fern, and as unheeded, bloom rather the effort of calm despair; and ed the innocent Annie; and though when he would have soothed her, when the unfeeling proud one, in all the he would have awakened a hope of fuhaughtiness inspired by superior rank, ture happiness, it was too evident that might regard her with disdain, yet the even the delusions of hope had lost their eye of affection could not hnd a more charms for her. She had long acknowpure and spotless heart than that which ledged a conviction that she could never resided in her fair bosom. Love, free become the bride of the heir of Dunas the mountain wind, refused to bow morven, and she had long struggled to to the mandate of an imperious parent ; conquer an affection which daily gained and, though forced to resign bis Annie, strength in her heart ; but the effort was young Allan preferred a temporary exile now past, and she was prepared for from the house of his father to plighting their final separation. The night ad