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XVI.

Stranger! I fled the home of grief,

At Connocht Moran's tomb to fall;

I found the helmet of my chief,

His bow still hanging on our wall;

And took it down, and vow'd to rove

This desert place a huntress bold;

Nor would I change my buried love

For any heart of living mould,

No! for I am a hero's child,

I'll hunt my quarry in the wild;

And still my home this mansion make,

Of all unheeded and unheeding,

And cherish, for my warrior's sake,

The flower of love lies bleeding."

NOTES.

NOTES.

LOCHIEL, the chief of the warlike clan of the Camerons, and descended from ancestors distinguished in their narrow sphere for great personal prowess, was a man worthy of a better cause and fate than that in which he embarked, the enterprise of the Stuarts in 1745. His memory is still fondly cherished among the Highlanders, by the appellation of the gentle Lochiel, for he was famed for his social virtues as

much as his martial and magnanimous (though mistaken) loyalty. His influence was so important among the Highland chiefs, that it depended on his joining with his clan whether the standard of Charles should

be raised or not in 1745. Lochiel was himself too wise a man to be blind to the consequences of so hopeless an enterprise, but his sensibility to the point of honour overruled his wisdom. Charles appealed to his loyalty, and he could not brook the reproaches of his Prince. When Charles landed at Borrodale, Lochiel went to meet him, but, on his way, called at his brother's house (Cameron of Fassafern), and told him on what errand he was going; adding, however, that he meant to dissuade the Prince from his enterprise. Fassafern advised him in that case to

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