delivered by Oisin to St. Patrick. The main object seems a description of romantic scenery; the mention of Finn's expedition to Lochlin; and his delight in rural scenes. The next is to introduce the reader to the extreme youthful prowess and valour of the renowned Oscar, who subdues and kills, after a desperate contest, a redoubtable foreign hero. These are here introduced as being less common and better preserved than many others, perhaps of greater import in point of subject, and which may hereafter make their appearance in equal correctness. Here the alliterations, unions, correspondences, auricular harmonies, and other particulars requisite to the accuracy and elegance of Irish poetry, are most scrupulously and chastely preserved; and upon this account are they particularly exhibited; as by direct comparison, the gross irregularity and incorrectness of the unmetrical bombast in which the modern fabrication is conceived, will be completely exposed. LON-DUBH · DHOIRE AN CHAIRN ;— OISIN RO CHAN. bjun fin, a Lojn daire an Chajpn! Alen ceol if bjune fa'n m-bjc, Algat, man ta agam xējn, A cerje Ločlan, na sreb n-gorm, Fuajn Nac Cúbajl, na ccorn ntert, Ag fin a fgél Dujt go Derb. Dore Dojpe an ĉajpn an čojll úd ċjar, Sgolġajre loin dojre an Chajrn, Cerca praejć um chruaĉajn čujnn, Gora zadar glenna caejn, An tráż do main finn 's an fhjan, " Dob annga leo shab na cill, fá bjn leosan fuigle lon, Goca na celoc leo, nj bun. THE BLACKBIRD OF THE GROVE OF CARNA, FROM OISIN. The Versification from a literal Translation, by Mr. WILLIAM Leahy, HAIL tuneful bird of sable wing, Thou warbler sweet of Carna's grove!* Not lays more charming will I hear Tho' round th' expansive earth I rove. No melody's more soft than thine, While perch'd thy mossy nest beneath : How sad to miss thy soothing song! When harmony divine you breathe. O son of Alphron cease thy bells, * Derrycarn in the county of Meath. O didst O didst thou hear its mournful tale! Found was the bird on Lochlin's plains, (Where purling flows the azure stream) By Comhal's son, for goblets fam'd, Which bright with golden splendor beant. Yon lofty wood is Carna's grove, Which bends to west its awful shade, Where pleas'd with Nature's wild display, The Fian's-noble race! delay'd. In that retir'd and dusky wood, The bird of sable wing was lay'd: Where the majestic oak extends His stately boughs in leafy shade. The sable bird's harmonious note, The lowing hind of Cora's steep, Were wont, at morning's early dawn, To lall the mighty Finn asleep. The |