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'S am mathraichean air grianan glas an t-sleibh
A gabhail eibhneis anns na gathan oir,

Gu soillseach dortadh mu chos-cheum an ail,
Damh dearg nan cabar le ard langain bhinn,
'Dusgadh mactalla ann am beinn nam feart,
Is e le reachdmhorachd a mire-leum,

Mun cuairt do'n eilid ud is boidhche slios,
Gun eagal sealgair le chuid arm no cu,

Bhi 'g iathadh dlu dhoibh air a chreachun chas,
'Se faicinn shios air leachduinn ghlas an t'sleibh-
Socair na ceum is i gun gheilt gun sgaoim-
An te is minic thug dha maoim na seilg,

A mhaigheach bheag, 's i tilleadh air an driuchd
O'n fhochunn ur 's an robh i re na h-oich,
Gun chead, gun fhoighneachd aig a rogha loin.
A nuair tha gloir na maidne braonaich, tla,
A tabhairt gairdeachais air ard is gleann,
Far an seall Beinn Nibheais air a h-aghaidh ard
An sgathan airgiodach nan oirean grinn,
Glan sgathan maiseach do thonn gorm, Lochial,
S tu dearsadh sgiamhach ann an suil na grein'
Mar urlar criostal ann an talla briagh,

Ga 'm ballachan na sleibhtean siorruidh buan,
A ta ga d' chuartachadh gu greadhnach dlu

'S gach cnoc is sgur dhiu dublaichte na d' thonn,
Mar ribean riomhach a ta roinn nam beann,
No abhuinn fhior-ghlan ann am Paras De,

Tha faileas nan speur na d' bhroilleach soillear shios;
'SO! b'e mo mhiannsa a bhi 'n diugh na d' choir,
'G eisdeachd do chronain ann an cois na traigh,
Far an seall Beinn Nibheais air a h-aghaidh ard,
An sgathan airgiodach nan oirean grinn.
Fo comhair thall air bruthach soillear reidh,
Tha 'm baile anns nach eirich neach ri' ceol ;
Cha dean an t-oig-fhear briodal ann ri ghaol,
Ged luidheas i ri thaobh a sios gu seimh,
Is cha toir mathair ga a naoidhean blaths,
Ged bhios e cairicht air a broilleach caomh,
O's lionmhor Camshronach na chodal trom,
Fo sgail na h-eaglais, 's nach cluinn fonn nan salm,
No guth an t-searmonaich, ged ghlaodh le sgairt,
No iolach feachd, a bhiodh an gleachd an air,
An fhuaim a chleachd a bhi le pairt dhiu binn.
Gach mili gaisgeal tha gu trom na shuain,
Gun chuimhn' air tuadh air claidheamh no air sgiath,
Gun toil gu triall ged bhiodh a bhratach shuas,
'S ged bhiodh crois-taraidh ruith le luaths na gaoith,
Feadh tir an gaoil; cha chluinn iad gaoir na strigh,
Ri taobh an uillt tha ruith le torman dlu

Troimh bhruachan pluranach, troimh fhraoch is rois.
Air aillean neonaineach is boidhche slios,

Chitear tur-cuimhne a mhor shuinn nach b-fhann,
An Coirneal dh' ainmicht air an Fhasadh-Fhearn,
An ioma cearna a fhuair cliu is buaidh,
'S air feachd na Frainge a chuir ruaig is leon,
Le a phioban tartrach, sa chuid bhratach sroil,
'S le Ghaidheil mhorail bhiodh san toiteal dian,
'S aigne gu gniomh a faotuinn srian mar b' aill,
B'e tilleadh aibhne ann an cais an eas,

Bacadh chur airson is a namhuid dlu,

'Sa mhiann gu bruchdadh mar bheum-sleibh do'n ar;
'S ged thuit e buailte an stri chruaidh na'n euchd,
Sa dhoirt troimh chreuchdan an fhuil uasal ard,
Cha'n ann 's an arfhaich fhuair e arois bhuan,
Thug long nam buadh a chorp thair chuan a nall,
Is tha e adhlaict' ann an tir a ghaoil,

'S an uaigh bu chaomh leis, is ri taobh a dhaimh,
Le ioma ceannard do'n dream ghreadhnach threun,
Luchd-deanamh euchd is leis an eireadh buaidh,
Cinnfheadhna uaibhreach, barra-sguab nan cliar,
Na'n codal iosal mar na ciochrain thais,

Gun urrad 's leac a dh'innseadh sgeul an gniomh,
Sa Chaibeal liath ud tha air siar a chnuic,
An Caibeal aosda thog mor laoch nan gleachd,

Ailean nan Creach, sar cheannard feachd bha treun,
'S e toileach eiric thoirt do cheartas dian
Airson nam fiachan bha ga leon gu trom

Nuair bha e og' ged chleachd an sonn an streup,
'S nach fac e eucoir ann an creach no toir,
No fuil a dhortadh ann an comhrag fhaoin;
Ach thainig caochladh air 's bha an laoch fo bhron
Sa choguis leoint airson na goruich thruaigh,
'S airson a bhuaireas anns na chaith e oig',
Cha d'iarr e 'n t'eolas ud o'n Leabhar chaomh,
A bheireadh faochadh dha le sgeula binn,
Mu chreideamh anns an Ti bheir beatha bhuan,
Is mineachadh mu Uan geal, priseal Dhe;
Ach mar chaidh Saul gu Buitseach Endoir sios,
A dh'iarruidh eolais ann an doigh mhi-chneasd,
A dh' fhuasgladh na ceist a bha air Ailean truagh,
Chaidh e gu smuairneanach 's le osna thruim
Gu Nic-a-Chombuich a rinn arach og,

'Sa thug a bhrog dha air an robh a bhuaidh,
Thug ioma fuasgladh dha, le 'smuaintean geur,
S thug comhairl' eifeachdach dha tric na airc.
(To be Continued.)

BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES OF EMINENT HIGHLANDERS.-Our next subject will be Evan MacColl, the "Bard of Loch-fine," author of "The Mountain Minstrel," and of "Clars-ach nam Beann.”

SIR KENNETH S. MACKENZIE OF GAIRLOCH, BART.

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WE expressed an intention some time ago to give a series of biographical portraits of our most distinguished living Highlanders, but as yet we have made little progress in that direction. We have already published a sketch of Cluny Macpherson of Cluny, a Conservative in politics, and one of the very best landlords and most enthusiastic and patriotic Highlanders in the country. We shall now proceed to say a little regarding the Gairloch Baronet, as good a Liberal as Cluny is a Conservative, and, in other respects, in the words of a leading Ross-shire gentleman and a true-blue Tory, who recently described Sir Kenneth to us as as good a Highlander as ever stood in tartan." The Celtic Magazine takes no side in party politics, and never refers to them except in so far as they have a bearing on the position and necessities of our Highland countrymen ; and any reference made here to the politics of Sir Kenneth Mackenzie and the contest in which he has so recently distinguished himself, must be held as applying only to the latter aspect of the question. For though those most intimately acquainted with him knew perfectly well that he possessed abilities above the average, as well as the other good qualities of a true Highland gentleman even in a higher degree, it was only during, and in consequence of, his late contest with Lochiel in the county of Inverness-with a gentleman in respect of lineage, high character, and almost in ability, well worthy of his lance-that these qualities became widely known to the outside world.

The reader need not at this date be informed of the high lineage of the Baronet of Gairloch, nor of the scions of the family who have distinguished themselves in their respective spheres in the various walks of life. The blood of the Bruce, of the old Earls of Ross, of the ancient Kings of Man, and of almost all the most ancient and distinguished of our Highland families, circulate in his veins. We know that some people consider good blood and lineage of little importance or value, though the very same people, regardless of consistency, will give fabulous prices for the lower animals, just in proportion to the length and purity of their pedigree. We do not by any means consider blue blood and high lineage all that can be desired, but when, as in the case of our present subject, these are combined with the nobler and best qualities of the heart and head, we are old-fashioned and sentimental enough to value them in a high degree.

The first of the family of Gairloch was Hector Roy, second son of Alexander Mackenzie, sixth Baron of Kintail, and a celebrated warrior in his day. He took a distinguished part on the fatal field of Flodden, but escaped with his life; and he is celebrated in local history, song, and story, for his achievements in the many clan battles of his day, as leader of the whole clan in the capacity of Tutor or guardian to his nephew, John Mackenzie of Kintail.

William Ross, the Gaelic bard, in his "Moladh a Bhaird air a Thir Fein," speaks of Gairloch, and Hector Roy's prowess at Flodden as follows:

Beir mo shoraidh 'thir a' mhonaidh,

'S nam beann corrach arda,

Fridh nan Gaisgeach 's nan sonn gasda,
Tir Chlann-Eachuinn Ghearrloch,

Gur uallach eangach, an damh breangach,
Suas tro' ghleannan fasaich ;

Bi'dh chuach 's a' bhadan, 'seinn a leadainn,
Moch 's a' mhaduinn Mhai?

Gum b'e Gearrloch an tir bhaigheil,

'S an tir phairteach, bhiadhar,

Tir a phailteis, tir gun ghainne,

Tir is glaine fialachd,

An tir bhainneach, uachdrach, mhealach,
Chaomhach, channach, thioral—

Tir an arain, tir an tachdair,

Sithne, a's pailteas iasgaich,

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The present Baronet of Gairloch was not the first of his family whose destiny it was to represent his native county in Parliament, which, we have no doubt whatever, he is certain at no distant date to do. His ancestor, the first baronet, also Sir Kenneth, was one of the representatives for the county of Ross in the Scottish Parliament-1700-3—when he strongly opposed the Union between England and Scotland, as a measure which he considered would be "the funeral of his country.' He received valuable favours from Queen Anne after her accession to the throne, and was highly respected and beloved by his people. The famous blind piper and poet, John Mackay, spoke of him in a "Marbh-ranm " or elegy as follows:

Seabhag nach clothadh ri comhraig,

An leomhann curanta cruaidh,
Bu mhor a bh'annad do bhuaidh,
An ti bu rioghail cuir suas,

An triath nach crionadh an duais.

Cha robh aca na thug barr ort,
Ann an gliocas, 's ann an tabhachd ;
Ann am mor-chuis, 's ann an ardan,
'S tu nach soradh orra 'phaidheadh,
Lamh na feile 's an robh bhuaidh;
Bu cheannard treun thu air sluagh,
Measg nan ceudan dhaoin' uaisl'
Thug thusa steud air srian uatha.

The same bard composed a song of welcome to his successor, Sir Alexander, on his return to "Tigh Dige nan Gorm-Ghlac " in 1720, in which he exhorts him to be kind and gentle to his people, and not on any account to remove any of his tenants :

Ri do chinnich bi suairc,

Ann am furan 's an stuaim,
Na bi 'g iomairt air tuath,

Neo cha do thuaths i, 's uat siubhlaidh

Tlachd, ceatharnachd, 'us uaisl', &c., &c.

If we are to believe the bards and tradition Sir Alexander was in every respect a very worthy man. He was undoubtedly an excellent landlord and a good man of business. Though left with a heavily burdened property, he added greatly to its extent and value, and paid off heavy debts. In 1729 he purchased Cruive House and the Ferry of Scuidale; in 1735 Bishop Kinkell; in 1742 Logie Riach, now known as Conan; and, in 1742, the lands of Kenlochewe. He also redeemed the properties of Davochcairn and Ardnagrask, which were then held by the widow of his uncle William; and in 1752 he executed an entail of all his estates, an act of forethought without which the present popular proprietor would, more than likely, be to-day without an inch of the family estates. In 1738 Sir Alexander built the present family residence in Gairloch, known as Flowerdale House, one of the most beautifully situated in the Highlands, and where the present Baronet spends the summer months. Sir Alexander, unlike most of the Highland chiefs, declined to follow Prince Charles Edward Stuart in 1745, and appears to have had little sympathy with those who took part in that unfortunate but chivalrous adventure.

The readers of the Celtic Magazine are already acquainted with the antiquated conditions on which this excellent landlord hired out his lands to his tenants, who were bound to sell him all their marketable cattle "at reasonable rates," and to deliver to him, at current prices, all the cod and ling caught by them, and how they were obliged to keep boats and men to prosecute these fishings. They were also bound to pay him, in addition to their ordinary rent, a certain sum for the privilege of being allowed to cut peats, and other sums for cruives, and for minister's stipend, while they had to supply him with carts and horses "for mucking," with "custom wedders," fed kids, hens, with men to shear corn and hay, and to plough, make roads, and various other conditions, which, in the present day, would be considered harsh and tyrannical; but, notwithstanding all this, Sir Alexander was almost as popular and as much beloved as his great-great-grandson, the present Baronet of Gairloch, is at the present

day.

Sir Hector Mackenzie, who ruled in Gairloch for nearly sixty years, was one of the most popular and best landlords of his time; was LordLieutenant of the county of Ross for many years, and was repeatedly invited to enter Parliament for his native county; but he always refused, asking what would become of his people, among whom he resided, if he were to leave them. He was their judge, counsel, and adviser in all questions of difference, and his decisions were accepted without a murmer. He patronised and encouraged the local bards, and gave a great impetus to the Gairloch cod and ling fishing. He was indeed considered the

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