a flame in war.

He is of the
Your fathers have

of his echoing halls. "King of Fuärfed wild, why should

Ton-thormod mourn?

race of heroes, and

been foes, but now

They stretch their

their dim ghosts rejoice in death.

hands of mist to the same shell in Loda.

Forget their

rage, ye warriors! It was the cloud of other years."

Such were the deeds of Ossian, while yet his locks were young; though loveliness, with a robe of beams, clothed the daughter of many isles. We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away!

ADDRESS TO THE SUV.

O THOU that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O Sun! thy everlasting light! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave; but thou thyself movest alone. Who can be a companion of thy course? The oaks of the mountains fall; the mountains themselves decay with years, the ocean shrinks and grows again; the moon herself is lost in heaven, but thou art forever the same, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course. When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and

lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain, for he beholds thy beams no more; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art perhaps like me for a season; thy years will have an end. Thou shalt sleep in thy clouds, careless of the voice of the morning. Exult then, O Sun, in the strength of thy youth! Age is dark and unlovely; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills: the blast of the north is on the plain; the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.

HECTOR MACNEILL.

1746-1818.

HECTOR MACNEILL was brought up to a mercantile life, but was unsuccessful in most of his business affairs.

He cultivated in secret an

attachment to the muses, which at length brought him fame, but not wealth. In 1795 he published his moral tale, "History of Will and Jean." The simple truth and pathos of description evinced in this poem soon rendered it universally popular in Scotland..

After many wanderings in the West Indies and elsewhere, the latter years of the poet were spent in comparative comfort at Edinburgh, where he enjoyed the refined and literary seciety of the Scottish capital till an advanced age.

WILL AUD JEAU.

Part First.

WHA was ance like Willie Gairlace? Wha in neeboring town or farm? Beauty's bloom shone in his fair face, Deadly strength was in his arm!

Wha wi' Will could rin or wrastle? Throw the sledge or toss the bar? Hap what wou'd, he stood a castle, Or for safety, or for war.

Warm his heart, and mild as manfu', Wi' the bauld he bauld could be; But to friends wha had their handfu', Purse and service aye ware free.

Whan he first saw Jeanie Miller, Wha wi Jeanie cou'd compare?Thousands had mair braws and siller, But ware ony half sae fair?