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136 Gaelic Society of Inucrness.
(Juisachan, two in America two in tlie East Indies (one of those
in the Bhxck Hole of Calcutta), and two who were otticers in the
Austrian army died in Germany. Donald, the youngest but one
of the family, was killed there on the battle-field. Soon after the
news of liis death arrived in Strathglass, his mother composed a
plaintive elegy on him, the poetry of which is of a high order.
She sings thus
Nollaig mlior do'n gnas bhi fuar,
Fhuair mi sgeula mo chruaidh-chais ;
Domhnull donn-gheal mo run,
Bhi 'n a shineadh an tiugh a' bhlair.
Thu gun choinneal o 's do chionn.
No ban-charaid chaomh ri gal ;
Gun chiste, gun annrt, gun chill,
Thu'd shineadh, a laoigh, air dail.
'S tu mo bheadradh, 's tn mo mlmirn,
'S tu mo phlanntan an tus fais,
M'og laghach is guirme siiil.
Mar bhradan fior-ghlan 'us tu marbh.
'S e bas anabaich uio mhic,
Dh' fhag mi cho trie fo ghruaim ;
'S ged nach suidh mi air do lie
Bi'dh mo bheannachd trie gu d'uaigh.
'S ann do Ghearraailt mhor nam feachd
Chnir iad gun mo thoil mo mhac,
'S ged nach cuala each mo reachd.
Air mo chridhe dh' fhag e cnoc.
Ach ma thiodhlaic sibh mo mhac
'S gu'n d' fhalaich sibh le uir a chorp,
Leigidh mise mo bheannachd Ic feachd,
Air an laimh chuir dligh' bhais oi-t.
Sguiridh mi de tliuireadh dian,
Ged nach bi mi chaoidh gun bhron ;
'S mi 'g urnaigh ri aon Mhac Dhe,
Gu'n robh d' anam a' seinn an gloir.
GRAN MOR MHIC-LEOID EADAU AN CLARSAIR DALL (rUAIUDII
MAC-ILLEMHOIlii:) AGUS MAC-TALLA.
We find a great deal of common senst- and good poetry peivading
the whole of this song. The author, •' an Clarsair Dall,"