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Lagman is a young oak; he flourifhes in the heat of the glory of his fire: the warriors are like the ftars of the winter night.

The noife of a multitude is heard from the hills: Godred fets his troops in order for war; they are feen on the brow of the hill. Many are the foes of Godred; great is the courage of his

warriors.

Raignald of the ifles attends the chiefs of his foes; his arm is ftrong as the flourishing oak; his wifdom deep as the black lake: his fwift fhips flew over the waves; he defied to battle the prince of the mountains.

Bladdyn fell by his hand; he burnt the palace of the wood: the horn, emboffed with gold, graced his spoils; he returned to his caftle over a fea of blood.

Dunhelm bears the banner of the foe; he is the dragon of the moffy plain; he kept the water of the feven fprings. Wynfylt, and his warriors, fought to bear away the water in the horn of hofpitality. Dunhelm arofe from his ftrong fort; his anlace glittered over his head.

'Children of the hills,' faid the fon of Olave, restore the water to the gentlyrunning ftream.'

The fon of Meurig anfwered not: the anlace of Dunhelm divided his head; his blows fell like the ftones of hail, when the loud winds shake the top of the lofty tree; the warriors fled like the clouds of night, at the approach of the fun.

Elgar, from the borders of Northumberland, was among the enemies of Godred Crovan, fon of Harald the Black: he led his troop down the hill, and began the fight with Ofpray: like the raging of the lake of blood, when the loud winds whistle over the fharp cliffs of the rock, was the noife of the battle.

Summerled rofe in the fight like the rays of the morning; blood beamed a bout him; his helmet fell from his head; his eyes were like the lights upon the billows.

Oha, who fought for Godred, oppofed the paffage of his rage; his hield was like the rifing fun, his fpear the tower of Mabyn: the fpear of Summerled founded on the fhield of Octha; be heard the frill cry of joy, as the broken weapon fell to the ground; his fword fell upon the fhoulder of Summerled; he gnafhed his teeth, and died.

Ofpray, like a lion, ravages the band of Elgar. Otha follows behind him, dyeing his long white robe in blood.

Elgar flies to the fon of Vorti; his fpear founds upon his helmet; the fword of Otha divides the fhield of Elgar: the Northumbrian warrior retires to his band. Dunhelm drives his long fpear through the heart of O&tha; he falls to the ground. Wilver fets his foot upon his breathlefs corpfe, and buries him beneath the bodies of the foe.

Raignald, with his band, flies to the relief of Dunhelm: the troops of Wilver and Ofpray flowly retire. Dunhelm falls by the javelin of an unknown warrior: fo falls the eagle by the arrow of the child.

Raignald rages like the fires of the mountain; the troops of Dugnal and Ceormond melt before him.

Dugnal lifts high his broad fhield against the breast of Raignald; his sword hangs over his head: the troops of Raignald retire with their chief. Ealward, and the fon of Harald the Black, fly to the war: the foe retire before them. Raiguald encourages his men: like an eagle he rages in the fight.

The troops of Godred halt; the bands of Dugnal and Ceormond forfake their leaders.

Godred retires to the bank of the Lexy; the foe followed behind, but were driven back with shame. On the bank of the Lexy the warriors are fcattered like broken oaks.

Godred founds the filver fhield; the chiefs affemble round his tent.

Let us again to the war, O chiefs, and drive the foe over the mountains.' They prepare for war. Dugnal leads the woives of the ifle; with a loud voice they began the fight. Ealward falls by the fword of Raignald. Cullifin fcatters the javelins of fate. Fingal rages in the fight, but fell by the fword of Elgar.

Cochlin heard the dying groans of his friend; his fword pierced the heart of Elgar, he fell upon the body of Fingal. 2424 Morvor

Morvor and Effyr raged like fons of blood, thoufands fell around them. Godwin fcattered flaughter through the hoft of the foe. Tatwallin fweeps down the chief of the battle. Like the noise of torrents rolling down the high mountains, is the noife of the fight; the feet of the warriors are wet with blood. The fword of Cochlin is broken, his fpear pierces through the foe like lightning through the oak. The chiefs of Godred fill the field with the bodies of the dead; the night approaches, and victory is undecided: the black clouds bend to the earth, Raignald and Godred both retire.

The chiefs of Godred affembled at the tent of council: Tatwallin arose and fung

When the flowers arofe in the verdant meadows, when the birds of fpring were heard in the grove of Thor, the fon of Victa prepared his knights for war: ftrong as the moffy tomb of Urfic were the warriors he had chofe for his band; they iffued out to the · war. Wecca fhook the crooked anlace at their head.

"Halt," faid the fon of Victa; "let "the troops stand ftill." Still as the filent wood, when the winds are laid afleep, the Saxons ftood on the fpreading plain.

"Sons of blood!" faid the immortal "Wecca, "the foe against whom we must "fight are ftronger than the whole power "of our king. Let the fon of Henna, "with three hundred warriors, be hid in "the dark-brown wood; when the ene

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my faint in the battle, let them fpread "themselves like the bursting cloud, and "rain a fhower of blood; the foe will "be weakened, aftonished, and fly!"

The warriors held their broad fhields over the head of the fon of Victa; they gave him the chaplet of victory, and fang the fong of joy.

Hennack, with the flower of the war, retired to the dark-brown wood. The fun arofe, arrayed in garments of blood; Wecca led his men to the battle: like bears they raged in the fight; yet the enemy fied not, neither were they moved. The fight continued till the of the fon of Victa troops fought like the dragons of the mountain: the foe fainted; they were weakened, yet they fled not.

noon;

The fon of Henna drew forth his band to the plain: like a tempeft they

fell upon the foe; they were aftonished, they fled.

• Godred Crovan, fon of Harald the Black, the lion of Iceland, and all the warriors who fight in his caufe, let us pursue the fame method; let the • mountain of Secafull conceal Dugnal and three hundred chofen warriors from the eyes of Raignald; when he is fpent in the fight, let them iffue to the war.'

Godred arofe from his throne; he led Tatwallin to a feat at his right-hand.

Dugnal prepares his troop; fing, O Tatwallin, the actions of Hengift and Horfa.

Tatwallin arofe from his feat

When the black clouds ftooped below the tops of the high hills, when the wolf came forth from the wood, when the branches of the pine perished, when the yews only fmiled upon the ruffet-heath, the fons of • Woden led the furious warriors to the bank of the fwift ftream; there fat the horse of the hill, whofe crooked fword fhone like the ftar of the evening.

Peada was the banner of the hills when he waved his golden torce upon the bodies of the flain, the hearts of his companions beamed with victory. 'He joined the numerous bands of the • fons of Woden: like a fwelling stream they enter the borders of the land of • Cuccurcha.

Locca of the Brown Valley founds the fhield; the king of Urrin hears the 'found, he starts from his feat: assemble the lions of war, for the enemy are upon the borders.

Sons of Morven, upon whose shields · are feen the hawk and the ferpent, fwift as the wind fly to the warriors of Abon's ftream: fons of war, prepare the fpreading fhield, the fword of fire, the fpear, the azure banner made facred by the god.

• Cuccurcha iffues to the war, as an enemy's wolf to the field.

Selward, whofe face is a fummer cloud, gleaming with the recent lightning of the ftorms, fhakes the broad ⚫anlace.

Eadgar and Emmieldred, fons of the mighty Rovan, who discomfited Ofniron with his fteeds of fire, when the god of war, the blood-ftained Woden, pitched his tent on the bank of the wide lake, are feen in the troop.

• Creadda,

* Creadda, whofe feet are like thofe of the horfe, lifts high the filver fhield.

On the plain, near the palace of Frica, he encountered with Egward; their fwords rained blood, fhields • echoed to the valley of slaughter.

Thefe were the warriors of Cuccur cha, the lions of the war.

Hengift and Horfa met them on the fandy plain; the fhafts of death cloud⚫ed the fun, fwift as the fhips of Horfa, ftrong as the arm of Suchullin: Peada ravaged the band of Cuccurcha like a mountain. Eadgar feftained the blow of Hengift; great was the fury of Emmieldred, his fpear divided the broad fhield, his anlace funk into the heart: the fword of Anyoni pierced the breast of Cuccurcha, he fell like an oak to the plain. • Creadda rages in the battle; he is a wild boar of the wood. The anlace of Horfa founds on his round helm, he gnashes his teeth, he churns the fmoaking gore, he dies. Locca reclines on his long fpear, he is wearied with dealing death among his foes: the anlace of Hengift alights on his back, he falls to the ground.

The men of Urrin fled to the foreft: the lions of war, Hengift and Horfa, throw the fpears of flight; they burn up the fouls of the flying foe; the great image is red with blood; the flame lights the stars; the moon comes forth to grace the feaft; the chaplet of victory. hangs on the brow of the war⚫riors.'

Tatwallin ended his fong.

The morning crept from the mountains, Dugnal with his troops retired to the foreft on the mountain of Scoafull,

Godred Crovan, fon of Harald the Black, the lion of Iceland prepares for battle. Raignald came down to the plain: long was the fight, and bloody.

Godred Crovan beat his anlace on the fhield. The warriors upon the mountain heard the found of the filver fhield. Swift as the hunted ftag they fly to the war: they hear the noife of the battle; the fhout of the onfet fwells in the wind; the loud din of the war increases, as the thunder rolling from afar. They fly down the mountains, where the fragments of the fharp rock are fcattered around; they afcend like the vapours, folding up the high hill, upon the borders of Ofloch. Their helmets fweep the dawn of the morning; the faffron light fhines on the broad shield; through the dark dells they

cut a paffage, through the dells where the beams of the fun are never feen.

On the rufhy moor of Roffin they aftonifh the foe, and join in the war.

There fought Godred Crovan; death fat on his fword: the yelling breath of the dying foe fhook his banner; his fhield, the ftream of Lexy, which furrounds the dark-brown wood, and shines at the noon of day. His anlace dropped blood; and tore through the helmets of the foe, like the red lightning of the ftorm.

Dugnal, chief of the mountain warriors, who drove Rygwallon from his chariot of war, lifted his field and fpear through the heart of Morval. The wea pon perforated; he yelled like a wolf of the mountain; he died.

Weolmund of the White Rock arofe in the fight; like the fires of the earth he burnt up the ranks of the foe: his fpear a blasted oak, his fhield the fea when the winds are still, he appeared a hill, on whofe top the winter fnow is feen, and the fummer fun melts it up. Victory fat on his helmet, death on his anlace.

Wilver, who fupports the tottering rocks, who flies like the bird of fummer over the plain, shakes the crooked sword as he rages upon the hills of the flain, and is red with living gore. The fpears of the foe are gathered about him, the fharp javelins found on his fhield: he looks around the field, the savage Edwin Alies to his aid; like two wolves they rage in the war, their hields are red with blood.

The bear of the north throws his lance: the fur-clad Godard Syrric difplays his ftarry fhield, the chiefs fall at his feet; he rifes on the breast of Rynon, ftorms of blood furround his fword, blood flows around him.

When the storm rages in the sky, the torrents roll to the plain, the trees of the wood are borne away, the castle falls to the ground; fuch was the fury of the fight on the moor of Roffin. The chiefs fell: our foes halt; they fly, fwift as the clouds of winter. Ofpray throws the fpear of Chafo: fwift as their fear he flies to the purfuit. The soul of Godred melted: he rolled the blue banner, wrought with gold, round the crimson ftream. His warriors dance around him they fing the fong of Harald the Black: they hail him king; the golden fandal is thrown over his helmet.

May the Gods grant this war for empire be his last! THE

father was poffeffed of a fine fortune when he came of age, but in his youth dealt away a great part of it at cards; and, to mend the matter, married a wife who had neither abilities nor inclination to repair it. However, as he grew old he grew frugal; and, having now nothing fo much at heart as the honour and dignity of the family, he would hardly allow himfelf neceffaries till he had difcharged that debt on the estate, and made an addition to it of fome farms that lay contiguous.

His eldeft fon happened to be a mere booby; but notwithstanding that, he was the elder, and confequently heir to the eftate: and Will, to whom Nature had given a good share of fenfe, was to feek his fortune in any manner that would not difgrace the family. He had no inclination to the Palpit, for he did not love reading; Phyfic was his averfion; and he had too much confcience for the Law, and too much compaffion for the Army. A mercantile Trade was what Will of all things wished for, and what his genius naturally led him to: but that was denied by his father; who, indeed, was angry that he fhould be fo mean-fpirited as to think of introducing buying and felling, and keeping paltry accounts, into his family.

When Will was about eighteen, his father died; and, for the dignity of Wimble Hall, but without any regard to paternal duty, left the eldest son an unencumbered eftate of four thousand five hundred pounds a year, and his fon William only three thoufand pounds; for the payment of which, a newly purchased farm was made liable. this money was not to be paid till Will came of age, he had three years to live without any other means of fubfiftence than his ftock of good nature; which, indeed, happily made him a welcome guest at most tables.

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The plan that Mr. Wimble laid down to live, and at the fame time to endear himself to the gentlemen in the neighbourhood, is, I think, an inftance of his good fenfe and addrefs. Mr. Addifon, who has often been with me at Sir Roger's, and frequently in company with Mr. Wimble, affured me- That he was a great mafter of all thofe little trifling arts and manufactures in which gentlemen delight. He hunted a pack of dogs better than any man in the county, and was very fainous for

finding a hare: he made a May-fly to a miracle, and furnished the whole country with angle-rods and tobaccotoppers. He carried a tulip-root from one to another, and exchanged a puppy • between two friends who lived at a distance with great dexterity. The young heirs he frequently obliged with a net of his own weaving, a fet⚫ting dog that he had made himself, a ← quail-pipe, or a new lafh for a whip. The mothers and fifters he generally complimented with a fet of fhuttlecocks, or a pair of garters of his own 'knitting; and, whenever he met them, excited a good deal of mirth, by enquiring how they wore, and by craving leave to tie them up.' Then he compofed all differences between gentlemen and their fervants; and though Will never gave the footmen a farthing, they flood in more awe of him than they did of their own mafters. He would fometimes interfere in family quarrels, but very cautiously; and I have frequently known him act the part of a good arbitrator.

In this capacity he was often of great ufe to his brother: yet, notwithstanding thefe, and other good offices, he charged William three hundred pounds for the first year's board after his father's death. This occafioned fome difference between them, which was afterwards accommodated by Sir Roger, who had fuch influence over his brother, that he induced him to take one hundred, and to advance William five hundred more on the fecurity of the legacy, till the whole became due.

Before this term expired, fome difputes arofe concerning the title of the farm which was charged with William's legacy; and a law-fuit commenced, that continued feveral years.

William, during this time, was obliged to fhift, and fupported himself chiefly by the fkill he had acquired in farriery; fo that while one brother, 'with very uncqual abilities, filled a place in the House of Commons, and was compofing laws for the kingdom, the other was obliged to feck his bread from houfe to houfe, by curing the farcy, or the quitterbone, for both which difeafes William had excellent receipts.

Sir Roger's houfe, indeed, was always open to him; and, while that good knight lived, Will was in no danger of want: but, from the time of his death,

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