the bloodiest that ever was fought between the two nations, and continued throughout the whole day, from the rising to the setting sun. The Irish fought with inferior discipline, but with great enthusiasm. They lost ten thousand men, among whom were twenty-nine chiefs of Connocht. Tra dition states that after this terrible day, the O'Con nor family, like the Fabian, were so nearly exterminated, that throughout all Connocht not one of the name remained, except Felim's brother, who was capable of bearing arms.

VOL. I.-9

LOCHIEL'S WARNING.

LOCHIEL'S WARNING.

WIZARD-LOCHIEL.

WIZARD.

LOCHIEL, Lochiei! beware of the day
When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array !
For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight,
And the clans of Culloden are scatter'd in fight.
They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and

crown;

Wo, wo 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,

What steed to the desert flies frantic and far?
'Tis thine, oh Glenullen! 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!

Oh weep! but thy tears cannot number the dead.