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. Why does the tear of woe trickle down the wrinkled cheek of Chrimor ? -- Often has the stranger feafted in his hall; when the Mell of mirth went round, and bards sung the warriors of other days. His friends are many in ocher lands, but mournful is the chief. His mighty son sleeps among the waves, and the soul of the aged is sad.
• Colmala and Orwi, the maids of the hill of hinds, were clothed with loveliness : the locks of their beauty flew on the wings of the wind. White was the heaving of two fair bosoms behind their polished bows. 'Often had they led their father's hounds to the chace'; for the old hero fat lonely in his hall, and mourned the fall of all his sons.
• Many warriors followed the daughters of beauty to the chace, and poured forth their fighs in secret. But warriors fighed in vain ; for one was their love, and stately was he! the mighty son of Chrimor. The friendly beams of both their soft eyes were towards the hunter ; but fixed was his love on Colmala, the maid of the raven locks.
Daughter of my father, faid Orwi, thou love of Fergus! death is at my heart. I feel it there, my friend.-Wilt theu raise a tomb o'er the unhappy? My father is old, and thou art the choice of my hunter. He will, perhaps, aid thee, and give a ftone. So thall Orwi Neep in peace ; nor shall her pale ghost wander among the clouds of stormy night, when the north pours its frozen venom on the lifeless plains.
Alas! Orwi, thou sitter of my love, why so pale :—What thall Colmala do, to draw death from thy bosom!--Thou must not fall in the strength of thy beauty, thou graceful bearer of the bow !
• But foon shall I cease to bear the bow.--My life is in the mountain-ash, that rears its lofty head on sea-surrounded Tonmore *. The crimfon fruit of the red-haired tree is in bloom. One branch would save the life of Orwi :--but no hunter is her's, and the fons of little men thun the isle of death with horror :no brother of love to raise his white fails, and bring life to Orwi over the waves.-I fall unheeded on the plaio: raise the comb of the unhappy, thou fifter of Orwi!
Tonn-inor, the ide of great waves, is said to have been one of the Orcades, then in the possession of the Norwegians. The inhabitants had been told by their bards, that, if strangers saw the beautiful berries of their mountain-ath, they would thereby be tempted to invade their country; and, with a pretension to fore. knowledge peculiar to the times, assured them, that, if a branch of it was carried from their inland, they fhould be no longer a people. The populace, always liable to be deceived, and ever ready to enliit under the banner of superstition, saw clearly the propriety of this prediction ; and, in the heat of enthusiastical zeal, took precautions against it in a more auftere manner, than perhaps the bards at first intended, by killing every stranger who came to the illand,
Yes, Orwi! thy tomb shall rise :--but the son of thy fon Mall raise it. red haired branch of the mountain-ash shall travel over many feas to the maid of the yellow locks. Fergus lifts the fpear of the mighty; and he will bring it from the ise of death.
• Colmala bore the groans of Orwi to the youth of her love, He fighed for the
sickly maid :-he caļled his warriors from his hundred glens. The sons of battle grasped their maffy swords. He rushed in the strength of his dark fhips into the blue plains of ocean; and raised the spreading wings of bis speed before the wind. Many seas he passed ; and the joy of his soul was great when the isle of Tonmore rose on the top of the waves.
• Whence is the speed of the ftrangers, fạid Anver, the gloomy chief of Toomore?
• From Innis-gaul *, the land of many illes, we come.- -A mountain-ath bends over thy rocks : the fame of the red haired plant has travelled over many seas. The life of a virgin is in the talie of the crimson fruit. Yield a branch to the maid of woe, thou chief of Tonmore; and the mighty thall be thy friends in the woody ftraths of Albin,
• In vain have ye passed o'er many seas, the fons of Innif. gaul ! Did the strength of all your land appear, the strength of all your
land were in vain. No branch of the sacred tree shall ever travel to the land of ftrangers. Unhappy are they who ask it :-never more shall they return to the hall of their fathers, Unhappy are ye, sons of the sea ; for never more shall ye raise your white wings of speed.-Bring my sword of the heavy wounds,
-Gather my warriors with their spears of strength.-Raise the sign of death on Luman. Let the sons of the Atrangers fall in their blood,
Fergus raised his terrible voice ; nor filent stood the rocks of Tonmore. They foresaw the death of their people, and the figh of woe issued from the hardest fint.—But pleasant are the words of the chief to the rising wrath of his faithful war. riors.
• Ye have heard the words of the farly. My friends! we are in the land of death. Shall we fink like the harmless role before the spear of the hunter? Shall we fall like the tender lily of the vale before the blast of the north ? -_Yes, my friends, we may fall: but the aged chief of Strathmore shall not blush for his people.
Then Fergus raised his bofly shield, and fhook his fpear of death His warriors gathered around, like a rock that gathers strength to meet the storm. The sons of Tonmore fell in blood. The spear of Fergus was a meteor of death.
• Innis ghaull, the islands of strangers. The western illes are, at this day, known by that name in the Galic. The strangers here alluded to, are the Danes, who appear to have been in possession of these ises for some centuries.'
king trunk from its wrath.-Fly to thy gloomy hall, thou leader of the feeble! Fergus scorns thy death ;-it would darken his battles.
• The chief of Tonmore is overcome, and bound : his people are dispersed. The mountain-ash falls on the plains of death. Ten warriors bear it to the dark ships of Fergus.—He raised his wings of speed. The wind came from the north ; but it, came in wrath, and aroused the fable surges from their sullen deep.
• The tear of the cloud flies on the blaft : waves rear their green heads to meet it. The fire of heaven darts over the
The battle of ghosts are in the sky. Liquid mountains raise their white locks before the wrach of the storm : brown rocks gather strength to meet them. Proud billows spend their rage on the cliffy shore: their retiring groans are terrible. The peasant hears it, and rejoices in his safety. The stag farts by times from his heathy couch. The eagle dreams of his futtering prey. The cropers of the flowery field are half awake. The drousy eye-lids of the feathered fuck are open. Half-extended, wings lean on the wind :—The dread of surrounding gloom prevents their Aight.
• The wearied storm now makes a pause.- Clouds lean their empty breasts on the mountains. Winds cease to roar, and trees to bend beneath their fury. The breath of night is filent. The waving heath now sleeps in peace, or trembles before the intermitting breeze.
. The moon looks forth from the skirts of a dark cloud : the tear of the lovely glitters in the beam. Colmala mourns on the shore of the isle of oaks. Her long shadow wanders from rock to rock. Her raven-hair sighs in the gale: her variegated garment flutters in the wind.-Two black eyes roll in forrow o'er the foaming deep; but the Aoating oak of her lover mounts not the rising billows.
• Blast followed blast. Cloud rolled on cloud. Star after far went to rest in the west. But no bold prow came cleaving the face of the deep.-A hundred times fancy law the bark; a hunc dred times it proved a surge of ocean.
• A fail at last reared its nodding head before the moon. A shadow rolls from wave to wave. Stars are hid behind its folds, A freshning gale swelled the fail, and added to its speed.The tear of the virgin ceased. A beam of joy rushed on her soul.She blessed the strength of the oak.
• A threatening rock raised its dark head : che furious waves are repelled. The wind is behind the bark: the rock meets it in wrath,- The fails nods no more.- A hundred screams are heard.-Colmala re.echoed the found. Her piercing cries rend the air : her white bosom meets the flood. The lover can receive no aid ; nor will the maid survive him. Sea-wolves tear her beauteous limbs :- - her ghost ruled through the flood. Two dim forms rose from a wave ; they mount a milty cloud.
Often they return from their dwelling in the sky.- The mas riner Thuns with horror the rock of death, near the verge of ocean's wing .'
The translator informs us, that he has passed over compofitions of greater merit than those inserted in this volume, that he might know the sentiments of the public respecting his own capacity, before he should attempt the more arduous part of his design. It is but justice to acknowledge, that we con. sider the present specimen as fufficient evidence of his abilities: and we should be glad that fuch compositions were rescued from the local obscurity in which they have fain so long a time ; especially as their strong resemblance to the poems of Oflian would afford additional proof to such as entertain any doubt of the authenticity of those productions,
Strictures on the present Practice of Phyfick. small 8vo.
so much to the advantage of cerrain popular noftrums, and to the prejudice of the regular pra&ice of physic, that a suspicion might arise of his having enlisted on the fide of empiricism; but upon farther acquaintance with his doctrines, we must entirely acquit him of this charge. A great part of this little treatise is employed on the nature of the gout, concerning which the author produces several arguments to refute the opinion of its being a hereditary disease. In his ob servations on this subject, he thus proceeds:
- I will not 'ask whether, if the gout be hereditary, it dea scended to us from our first parents ? If not, when, where, and how it first began? Because these questions might as properly be asked in respect to other distempers that are undoubtedly in some measure hereditary: but if the gout be, like those other distem.
• f It was observed, in honour to the Caledonians, by a gentleman well acquainted with their ancient poetry, that no private discord ever subfifted among the offspring of the same family. The present poem furnishes an instance to the contrary; as the deItruction of Fergus, and disappointment of her fitter, was the de. fign of Orwi, whose subsequent history the bard passes over with that conteinptuous neglect which her character deserves. In alleviation of this lady's crime, however, let it be remembered, that the is entitled to make the lame defence so often made for others in her situation; the was in love, and disappointed. Although this apology cannot take off the odium with wbich her character is clogged, it places it in a more favourable light, than if the had been actuated by mercenary views.'
pers, congenial with our nature, if it be of feminal growth, why is it not common (like other disorders not merely the effect of habit) to every class in every part of the globe ? Why are whole nations absolute ftrangers to it? Why among the English, the most gouty of all people, is nearly one-third of the gentry, who live to forty or fifty, afflicted with this complaint, while not one in ten thousand of the labouring poor ever experience it? In this land of trade, liberty and luxury, where property is so fluctuating, and families so suddenly raised and sunk; where the blood of the patrician and plebeian is fo intimately mixed and incorporated, why are not our hospitals and alms-houses filled by this disorder ? Why have many thousand children of the most gouty parents lived to a very advanced age, and died without ever feeling the least symptoms of it? Why, on the contrary, do we daily fee some grievously amicted with it early in life, whose parents, ftill living, have never had it at all? But, as each parent taken fingly is but of the ball blood with the children, to set the case in a ftronger light, 1 would ask, why it frequently happens, even among those of the whole blood, that one fon has the gout to a violent degree, while another (perhaps older by many years) is entirely free? and why, so often, have all the sons the gout, while all the daughters efcape ? The answer to such questions (when any anfwer is attempted) usually is, the difference in conftitution, in diet and exercise, makes every other difference. Is not this giving up the contest ? Is it not granting all that is asked? Is it not deserting to the enemy, and calling upon intemperance to father this bantling of spurious and obscure generation ? On the other hand, although every individual in a family, for ten facceflions together, has died a martyr to the gout, this is no conclufive proof that it is hereditary, while the same means by which the first generation procured it have laid open to all the succeeding ones; nor does it afford even a reasonable or presuinptive proof; while there is such an over-balance of evidence and argument on the other side,
But the advocates for hereditary gouts produce an instance, a fingular and wonderful one, of a child actually born with chalk stones, and every other symptom of an inveterate gout. Admitting the fact, what does it prove? We are investigating the course of nature, and our arguments are to be drawa from monsters! Instead of one example, there are hundreds where children have been born perfectly rotten with the venereal disease ; is this diftemper, therefore, to be classed among the, hereditary? and are the fins of the father to be viated on the children to the hundredth generation ?
+ Nothing is more common, nothing more dangerous to the cause of truth, than thus drawing general rules from particular examples. I have heard two or three instances where the small-pox has been twice experienced by the same per. fon, or thought to be so, and that in the natural way; surely