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pursuit, which her brother, whose perceptions of literary merit were more blunt, rather affected for the sake of popularity than actually experienced. Her resolution was strengthened in these researches, by the extreme delight which her inquiries seemed to afford those to whom she resorted for information.

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Her love of her clan, an attachment which was almost hereditary in her bosom, was like her loyalty, a more pure passion than that of her brother. He was too much a politician, regarded his patriarchal influence too much as the means of accomplishing his own aggrandizement, that we should term him the model of a Highland chieftain. Flora felt the same anxiety for cherishing and extending their patriarchal sway, but it was the generous desire of vindicating from poverty, or at least from want and foreign oppression, those whom her brother was by birth, according to the notion of the time and country, entitled to govThe savings of her income, for she had a small pension from the princess Sobieski, were dedicated, not to add to the comforts of the peasantry, for that was a word which they neither knew nor apparently wished to know, but to relieve their absolute necessities, when in sickness or extreme old age. At every other period, they rather toiled to procure something which they might share with the chief, as a proof of their attachment, than expected other assistance from him than was afforded by the rude hospitality of his castle, and the general division and subdivision of his estate among them. Flora was so much beloved by them, that when Mac-Murrough composed a song, in which he enumerated all the principal beauties of the district, and intimated her superiority, by concluding, that "the fairest apple hung on the highest bough," he received in donatives from the individuals of the clan, more seed-barley than would have sowed his Highland Parnassus, the Bard's Croft, as it was called, ten times over.

From situation, as well as choice, Miss Mac-Ivor's society was extremely limited. Her most intimate

friend had been Rose Bradwardine, to whom she was much attached; and, when seen together, they would have afforded an artist two admirable subjects for the gay and the melancholy muse. Indeed, Rose was so tenderly watched by her father, and her circle of wishes was so limited, that none arose but what he was willing to gratify, and scarce any thing which did not come within the compass of his power. With Flora it was otherwise. While almost a girl, she had undergone the most complete change of scene, from gayety and splendour to absolute solitude and comparative poverty; and the ideas and wishes which she chiefly fostered, respected great national events and changes not to be brought round without both hazard and bloodshed, and therefore not to be thought of with levity. Her manner, therefore, was grave, though she readily contributed her talents to the amusement of society, and stood very high in the opinion of the old baron, who used to sing along with her such French duets of Lindor and Cloris, &c. as were in fashion about the end of the reign of old Louis le Grand.

It was generally believed, though no one durst have hinted it to the baron of Bradwardine, that Flora's entreaties had no small share in allaying the wrath of Fergus upon occasion of their quarrel. She took her brother on the assailable side, by dwelling first upon the baron's age, and then representing the injury which the cause might sustain, and the damage which must arise to his own character in point of prudence, so necessary to a political agent, if he persisted in carrying it to extremity. Otherwise it is probable it would have terminated in a duel, both because the baron had, on a former occassion, shed blood of the clan, though the matter had been timely accommodated, and on account of his high reputation for address at his weapon, which Fergus almost condescended to envy. For the same reason she had urged their reconciliation, which the chief

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tain the more readily agreed to, as it favoured some ulterior projects of his own.

To this young lady, now presiding at the female empire of the tea-table, Fergus introduced Captain Waverley, whom she received with the usual forms of politeness.

CHAPTER XXII.

Highland Minstrelsy.

WHEN the first salutations had passed, Fergus said to his sister, "My dear Flora, before I return to the barbarous ritual of our forefathers, I must tell you that Captain Waverley is a worshipper of the Celtic muse, not the less so, perhaps, that he does not understand a word of her language. I have told him. you are eminent as a translator of the Highland poetry, and that Mac-Murrough admires your versions of his songs upon the same principle that Captain Waverley admires their original-because he does. not comprehend them. Will you have the goodness to read or recite to our guest in English, the extraordinary string of names which Mac-Murrough has tacked together in Gaelic? My life to a moor-fowl's feather, you are provided with a version; for I know you are in all the bard's councils, snd acquainted with his songs long before he rehearses them in the hall."

"How can you say so, Fergus! You know how little these verses can possibly interest an English stranger, even if I could translate them as you pretend."

"Not less than they interest me, lady fair. To-day your joint composition, for I insist you had a share in it, has cost me the last silver cup in the castle and suppose will cost me something else next time I

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hold cour pleniere, if the muse descends on MacMurrough; for you know our proverb-when the hand of the chief ceases to bestow, the breath of the bard is frozen in the utterance. Well, I would it were even so: there are three things that are useless to a modern Highlander-a sword which he must not draw-a bard to sing of deeds which he dare not imitate-and a large goat-skin purse without a louis-d'or to put into it."

"Well, brother, since you betray my secrets, you can not expect me to keep yours. I assure you, Captain Waverley, that Fergus is too proud to exchange his sword for a mareschal's baton; that he esteems Mac Murrough a far greater poet than Homer, and would not give up his goat-skin purse for all the louis-d'ors which it could contain."

"Well pronounced, Flora: blow for blow, as Conan said to the devil. Now do you two talk of bards and poetry, if not of purses and claymores, while I return to do the final honours to the senators of the tribe of Ivor." So saying he left the room.

The conversation continued between Flora and Waverley; for two well-dressed young women, whose character seemed to hover between that of companions and dependants, took no share in it. They were both pretty girls, but served only as foils to the grace and beauty of their patroness. The discourse followed the turn which the chieftain had given it, and Waverley was equally amused and surprised with the accounts which the lady gave him of Celtic poetry.

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The recitation," she said, "of poems, recording the feats of heroes, the complaints of lovers, and the wars of contending tribes, forms the chief amusement of a winter fire-side in the Highlands. Some of these are said to be very ancient and if they are ever translated into any of the languages of civilized Europe, can not fail to produce a deep and general sensation. Others are more modern, the composition of hose

family bards whom the chieftians of more distinguished name and power retain as the poets and historians of their tribes. These, of course, possess various degrees of merit; but much of it must evaporate in translation, or be lost on those who do not sympathize with the feelings of the poet.'

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"And your bard, whose effusions seemed to produce such effect upon the company to-day, is he reckoned among the favourite poets of the mountains?

"This is a trying question. His reputation is high among his countrymen, and you must not expect me to depreciate it."

"But the song, Miss Mac-Ivor, seemed to awaken all these warriors, both young and old."

"The song is a little more than a catalogue of names of the Highland clans under their distinctive peculiarities, and an exhortation to them to remember and to emulate the actions of their forefathers."

"And am I wrong in conjecturing, however extraordinary the guess appears, that there was some allusion to me in the verses which he recited?".

"You have a quick observation, Captain Waverley, which in this instance has not deceived you. The Gaelic language, being uncommonly vocalic, is well adapted for sudden and extemporaneous poetry; and a bard seldom fails to augment the effect of a premeditated song, by throwing in any stanzas which may be suggested by the circumstances attending the recitation,"

"I would give my best horse to know what the Highland bard could find to say of such an unworthy southern as myself."

"It shall not even cost you a lock of his name Una, Mavourneen? (She spoke a few words to one of the young girls in attendance, who instantly courtesied and tripped out of the room.) I have sent Una to learn from the bard the expressions he used, and you shall command my skill as Dragoman."

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