Soon as it pass'd these lips of foam, 'Peal'd in the blood-red heav'n. 'Dire was the look that o'er their backs The angry parting brothers threw : 'But now, behold! like cataracts, Come down the hills in view, 'O'Connor's plumed partizans, ‹ Thrice ten Kilnagorvian clans 'Were marching to their doom: A sudden storm their plumage toss'd, A flash of lightning o'er them cross'd, 'And all again was gloom! XVI. Stranger! I fled the home of grief, • At Connocht Moran's tomb to fall; L 'I found the helmet of my chief, And took it down, and vow'd to rove 'This desert place a huntress bold; " Nor would I change my buried love 'I'll hunt my quarry in the wild; "And still my home this mansion make, "Of all unheeded and unheeding, ‹ And cherish, for my warrior's sake, The flower of love lies bleeding." NOTES. LOCHIEL, the chief of the warlike clan of the Camerons, and descended from ancestors distinguished in their narrow sphere for great personal prowess, was a man worthy of a better cause and fate than that in which he embarked, the enterprise of the Stuarts in 1745. His memory is still fondly cherished among the Highlanders, by the appellation of the "gentle Lochiel," for he was famed for his social virtues as |