A book of Highland minstrelsy . ts habitually turned, than a rudeand sudden severance of human affections and enjoyments. They lovedto speak of the departed as if still among them, they loaded the dyingwith messages to those dear ones who had gone before, and it was con-sidered a polite compliment to drink the toast of a happy and becomingdeath to any member of a social company. It was not till frequent intercourse with the Lowlanders had cooledthe fervour of the Gaels heart and lowered the dignity of his self-reliance,that he sought the intoxicating pleasures of excess. Then, indeed, thefuner
A book of Highland minstrelsy . ts habitually turned, than a rudeand sudden severance of human affections and enjoyments. They lovedto speak of the departed as if still among them, they loaded the dyingwith messages to those dear ones who had gone before, and it was con-sidered a polite compliment to drink the toast of a happy and becomingdeath to any member of a social company. It was not till frequent intercourse with the Lowlanders had cooledthe fervour of the Gaels heart and lowered the dignity of his self-reliance,that he sought the intoxicating pleasures of excess. Then, indeed, thefuneral meetings degenerated into disgraceful orgies, the sight of the paleremains no longer awed the gazer into propriety, and the riot andinebriety which ensued made the Highlander a byword among his Saxoncountrymen. He, like the American Indian, gained for a long time no benefit fromcollision with more civilised nations. So true it is that the vices of a highstate of luxury and refinement are far more contagious than its LOCHAN A COKP. Ohone, oh rie ! ohone, oh rie! My love is dead and lost to me! As soon the northern lights on high, That flare and flicker through the sky, Shall kindle in this lowly room A steadfast lamp for winters gloom— •220 !toci)an a Corp. As soon the snow on moorland dunRetain its shape beneath the sun —As soon the vague and hazy wreathsThat curl along the twilight heathsShall take my Hectors manly form,And clasp me with embraces warm,As he return whose body liesUnder the Lochans sheeted , oh rie! ohone, oh rie !My love is lost for aye to me! Ohone, oh rie ! ohone, oh rie ! Brother and love are lost to me! Son of my sire, his spirit fled While kinsmen gathered round his bed. With solemn dance, with chantings drear. We kept the Lyke wake by his bier; No clamorous grief might Colin claim Who left such glory with his name ; His cup was full, his race was run, Glenfinlas had no worthier son. No bolder front for battle fray. No franker c
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