VII.

"And thou, fond Lyre, remember
Thou art not wont to weep
O'er those who tamely perish

In slōthfulness and sleep;

Still have thy noblest strains been poured
Above the true and free;

Still loves the Lyre to grace the Sword,

So let it ever be!

The Sword to win my victor-wreath,
The Lyre to solemnize my death!"

Lochiel, a Highland chieftain, while on his march to join the Pretender, is met by one of the Highland seers, or prophets, who warns him to return, and not incur the certain ruin which awaits the unfortunate prince and his followers, on the field of Culloden. Charles Edward Stuart, the Pretender, was the grandson of James II., king of England, and was born at Rome, 1720. In 1745 he landed in Scotland, and laid claim, in his father's behalf, to the English throne. Many of the Highlanders joined his cause, and in two battles he gained advantages over the English. At last the duke of Cumberland was sent against him. The two armies met at Culloden, April 27, 1746, when, after an obstinate conflict, the Pretender's army was defeated and dispersed. After many perilous adventures he escaped to France, and died at Florence, 1788.

ALBIN, which signifies in the Gaelic language white or fair island, is a name often applied to Scotland. Pronounce LOCHIEL, lo-keel', CULLODEN, kul-lo'den.

See in Index, AVAUNT, EYRY, MARSHALED or MARSHALLED, STREW, SWORD, CAMPBELL.

Delivery. Much of the language of the Seer should be given in low pitch, with moderate time, frequent pauses, and tones indicative of grief and consternation. Lochiel's replies should be in middle or high pitch, with short pauses, quick time, and occasionally loud force.

Seer. Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day

When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array atte

For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight,
And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight:

They rally, they bleed, for their country and crown ;
Woe, woe, to the riders that trample them down!
Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain,
And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain...
But hark! through the fast-flashing lightning of war,
to the of
What steed to the desert flies frantic and far?
'Tis thine, O Glenullin! whose bride shall await,
Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate.
A steed comes at morning: no rider is there;
But its bridle is red with the sign of despair!
Weep, Albin! to death and captivity led
◊ weep! but

tears cannot number the dead!

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For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave,
Culloden, that reeks with the blood of the brave!

Lochiel. Go preach to the coward, thou death-telling seer; Or, if gory Culloden so dreadful appear,

Draw, dōtard, around thy old wavering sight,

This mantle, to cover the phantoms of fright!

Seer. Ha! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn?
Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn !
Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth

From his home in the dark-rolling clouds of the north?
Lo! the deathshot of foemen outspeeding, he rode
Companionless, bearing destruction abroad;

But down let him stoop from his havoc on high!
Ah! home let him speed, for the spoiler is nigh.
Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast
Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast?
Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven
From his eyry, that beacons the darkness of heaven.
D crested Lochiel! the peerless in might,
Whose banners arise on the battlements' height,
Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn;
Return to thy dwelling! all lonely return!

For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood,
And a wild mother scream over her famishing brood!

Lochiel. False wizard, avaunt! I have marshaled my clan; Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one!

They are true to the last of their blood and their breath,
And like reapers descend to the harvest of death.

Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock!
Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock'
But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause,
When Albin her claymore indignantly draws!
When her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd;
Clanranald the dauntless, and Moray the proud,
All plaided and plumed in their tartan array -

Seer. Lochiel! Lochiel! beware of the day!
For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal,
But man cannot cover what God would reveal.
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.
I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring
With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king
Lo! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath,
Behold, where he flies on his desolate path!

Now in darkness and billows he sweeps from my sight;
Rise! rise! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight!
"Tis finished. Their thunders are hushed on the moors,
Culloden is lost, and my country deplores.

But where is the iron-bound prisoner? Where?
For the red eye of battle is shut in despair.
Say, mounts he the ocean-wave, banished, forlorn,
Like a limb from his country cast bleeding and torn?
Ah! no; for a darker departure is near;

The war-drum is muffled, and black is the bier ;
His death-bell is tolling; oh! mercy, dispel

Yon sight, that it freezes my spirit to tell!
Life flutters, convulsed, in his quivering limbs,
And his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims!
Accursed be the fagots that blaze at his feet,

Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to beat,
With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale

Lochiel. Down, soothless insulter! I trust not the tale!

For never shall Albin a destiny meet

So black with dishonor, so foul with retreat.

Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore,

Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains,

While the kindling of life in his bosom remains,

Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low,

With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe!
And, leaving in battle no blot on his name,
Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame!

LIV.

ATTRIBUTES OF DEITY.

REV. DR. NEWMAN.

For FRAGMENTARY, PRIMARY, TRADITIONARY, see § 29; GOVERNMENT, PROVERB, §7; HEATHEN, § 10; SIDEREAL, § 11; ACTS, BEASTS, § 25. See in Index, ANIMALCULÆ, AUGURY, BANYAN, INDIAN, ISSUE, RISE, SIBYL, SORCERY, BALAAM, MESSIAS, NEWMAN, PYTHON.

Delivery. This eloquent extract is in the loftiest didactic style of pulpit oratory, and should be read chiefly in the middle pitch, in pure and unimpassioned, though reverent tones, and with moderate force.

1. Theology teaches of a Being infinite yet personal; all blessed, yet ever operative; absolutely separate from the creature, yet in every part of the creation at every moment; above all things, yet under everything. It teaches of a Being who, though the highest, yet in the work of creation, conservation, government, retribution, makes Himself, as it were, the minister and servant of all; who, though inhabiting eternity, allows himself to take an interest, and to feel a sympathy in the matters of space and time.

2. His are all beings, visible and invisible, the noblest and the vilest of them. His are the substance, and the operation, and the results of that system of physical nature, into which we are born. His, too, are the powers and achievements of the intellectual essences, on which he has bestowed an independent action and the gift of origination.

3. The laws of the universe, the principles of truth, the relations of one thing to another, their qualities and

virtues, the order and harmony of the whole-all that exists is from Him; and, if evil is not from Him, as assuredly it is not, this is because evil has no substance of its own, but is only the defect, excess, perversion, or corruption of that which has.

4. All we see, hear, and touch, the remote sidereal firmament, as well as our own sea and land, and the elements which compose them, and the ordinances they obey, are His. The primary atoms of matter, their properties, their mutual action, their disposition and collocation, electricity, magnetism, gravitation, light, and whatever other subtle principles or operations the wit of man is detecting or shall detect, are the works of His hands. From Him has been every movement which has convulsed and refashioned the surface of the earth.

5. The most insignificant or unsightly insect is from Him, and good in its kind; the ever-teeming, inexhaustible swarms of animalculæ, the myriads of living motes invisible to the naked eye, the restless overspreading vegetation which creeps like a garment over the whole earth, the lofty cedar, the umbrageous banyan, are His. His are the tribes and families of birds and beasts, their graceful forms, their wild gestures,. and their passionate cries.

6. And so in the intellectual, moral, social, and political world. Man, with his notions and tasks, his languages, his propagation, his diffusions, is from Him. Agriculture, medicine, and the arts of life, are His gifts. Society, laws, government, He is their sanction. Peace and civilization, commerce and adventure, wars when just, conquest when humane and necessary, have His co-operation and His blessing upon them.

7. The course of events, the revolution of empires, the rise and fall of states, the periods and eras, the progress and the retrogressions of the world's history, -not indeed the incidental sin, overbundant as it is,