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Newhampfhire
moon beams trembling on the waves;
thy voice is like the gale of summer that
whispers among the reeds of the lake,
and wakens the harp of modena with all
its lightly trembling firings. Oh ! that
thy calm light was around me ! My foul
fhoyld not fear the gloomy chiefof Duv
m'jno, He came with his stately steps.
My flneld is before thee, maid of my
love! a wall of shelter from the light
ning of fword^ They fought. Tonthor
mo bends in all his pride, before the
arm of youth. Bat a voice was in the
breast of Hidallan-lhall I flay the love
of Selama? Selama dwells in thy dark
bosom ; shall my steel enter there? Live,
thou storm of war! He gave again his
sword. But, careless as he strode away,
rage arose in the troubled thoughts of
the vanquished. He marked his time,
and fide long pierced thetert of the
foil of Semo. His fair hair is spread on
the dust; his eyes arc bent on the tram-
WHAT foft voice of sorrow is
in the breeze? What lovely
sunbeam of beauty trembling
on the rock ? Its bright hair is bathed in
showers ; and it looks faint and dim
through its mil on the rafhy plain.
Why art thou alone, maid of the mourn
ful look ? The cold dropping rain is on
the rocks of Torlena; the blast of the
desert lifts thy yellow locks. Let thy
steps be in the hall of chv (hells, by the
blue winding ftreatn of Clutha: Let the
harp tremble beneath thy fingers ; and
the sons of heroes listen to the mufick of
songs.,
Shall my steps be In the hall of (hells,
and the aged low in the dull? The fa
ther of Selama is low behind this rock,
on his bed .of weathered leaves ; the
thistle's down is strewed over hi n by the
wind, and mixe, with his grey hair.
Thou art fallen, Chief of Echa ! without
thy fame ; and there is none to revenge
thy death. But thy daughter will fit
pale,befide thee, 'till Ilie finks a faded
flower upon thy lifelefs form.—Leave
the maid of Clutha a son of the Granger!
in the red eye ofher tears !
How fell the car berne Connal—blue
eyed mourner of the rock? Mine arm is
not weakened in battle; nor my sword
without its fame. : ~
Correal was a fire in his youth, that
lightened through fields of renown r but
the flame irately glimmered through the
^ re Y ^^es of age. His course was like
a star moving through the heavens: It
walketh in brighenefs, but leayeth no
trace behind ; its silver path cannot be
found in the iky.. The lirength of Etha
is rolled away like a tale of other years ;
and his eyes h^ve failed. Feeble and
dark he fits in the hall, and hears the
distant tread of a Granger's steps ! the
haughty dteps of Tonthormo, from the
roar of Duyrarmo's echoing dream. He
flood in the hall like a pillar of dark
ness, on whose top is the red beam of
fire: Wide rolled his eyes beneath the
gloomy arch of his brow; as flames in
two caves of a rock, overhung with the
black pine of the desert. They had
rolled on Selama, he asked the daughter
of Connel. Tonthormo -breaker of
Shields ! thou art a meteor of death in
war, whose fiery hair dreams on the
clouds, and the nations are withered be
neath its path. Dwell, Tonthormo.!
amidol thy hundred hills, and listen to
thy torrents' roar ; but the foft sigh of
the virgin is with the chief of Crono.
Hidallen is the dream of Selama ; the
dweller of her secret thoughts. A rul
ing florm in.war; a breeze that sighs
ever the fallen foe: Pleasant are thy
words of peace, and thy songs at the
mossy brook. Thy smiles are like the
FRIDAY, June 10, 1791.]
From the Massachusetts Magazine.
SELAMA.—
An Imitation of OSSIAN.
EXETE R, (New-Ha-nbfoire) Printed and Published by HENRY RANLET, at Nine Shillings per annum.
bling beam of Clutha. Farewell, light
of my foul ! They are closed in darkness!
Feeble was thou then, my father! And
in vain didtt thou call for help. Thy
grey locks are scattered, as a wreath of
faow on the top of a withered trunk ;
which the boy brushes away with his
ftaff, and careless fingeth as he walks.
Who (hall defend thee, my daughter?
said the broken voice of Etha's chief.
Fair flower of the desert! the temped
(hall rush over thee, and thou (halt be
low beneath the foot of the savage son of
prey. But I will wither, my father!
in thy tomb. Weak and alone (dwell
amidst my tears; there is no voung
warriour to lifr the spear ; no brother of
love! Oh, that mine arm were (trong !
I would rush amidst the battles. Selama
has no friend !
, He ftroie in his rattling arms. Tall,
in a gloomy foreft,flood the surly strength
cf Duvrarmo. Gleaming behind the
dark trees was his broad shield; like
the moon when it rises in blood, and the
dudty clouds fail low and heavy athwart
its path. Thoughts like the troubled
ocean, rushed over his foul ; and he
frack with his spear the founding piie.
——Starting! he- mixed in battle with
the chief of woody Marne, Long was
the ftrife of arms ; aid the giant sons of
the-sorest tremble ar their strokes. Ac
length Tonchorno fell.'. The sword cf
Ruthanir waved a blue flame around
hin. He bites the ground in rage;
his blood is poured —a dark red stream
—into Orthono's trembling, waves. Joy
brigheoed inthe foul of Ruthamir ; when
a young warriour came with his forward
spear. He moved in the light of beauty ;
i but his words were haughty and fierce.
Is Tontho mo fallen in blood !'the friend
.of my early years !Do thou, dark fouled
chief! for never (hall Selama be thine
—the maid of his love.. Lovely (hone
her eyes, through tears in the hall of
her grief, when I flood by the chief
Davrarmo, in the rising ftrife of
Clutha.
But Selama has a friend, said the
kindling foul of Ruthanir. I will fight
thy battle, lovely daughter of kings ;
and the fun of Duvrarmo (hall not fee
in blood ! But when 1 return in peace,
aid the spirits of the foes are on my
sword, meet me with thy (miles of love.
1— Tail of Ciutha with thy rolling eyes,
let the foft founds of thy steps be heard
in my halls, that the mother of Rutha
mir may rejoice.—Whence (he will fay,
is this beam of the distant land r—Thou
(halt dwell in her bosom.
My thoughts are with him who is low
in the-dul —son of Cormac! Batlift the
spear thou friend of the unhappy! The
light of my foul may return.
Try thy strength with the feeble arm,
said the rising pride of youth. Thou
(halt vanish like a cloud of mill before
the fun, when he looks abroad in the
power of his brightness..
But thou thyfelf didst fall before Ru
thamir,:in all thy boasting words. As
a, tall a(h of the mountain, when the
tempest takes its green head, and lays
it level on the plain.
Come from thy fecrec cave, Selama!
thy foes are silent and dark. Thou
dove that hideft in the cleft of the
rocks! The storm is over and past.
Come from thy rock, Selama ! and give
thy white hand to the chief, who never
fled from the face of glory, in all its
terrible brightness.
Retire, thou fuelling voice of pride !
thy spear is light as the taper reed.
Pierce the roes of the desert; and call
the hunter to the feaft of songs. But
speak not of the daughter of Connal,
son of the feeble arm! Selama is the
love of heroes.
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THE
She gave her hand, but it was trem
bling and cold; for the spear was deep
in her fide. Red; beneath her mail, the
curtain of crimson wandered down her
white breast ; as the track of blood on
Cromla's mountains of snow, when the
wounded deer (lowly crosses the heath,
and the hunters' cries are in the breeze.
Bleft be the spear of Ruthamir ! said the
faint voice of the lovely ; I feel it cold
in my heart ; lay me by the son of Lerna.
Why should 1 know another love? Raise
the tomb of the aged ; his thin form
(hall rejoice as he fails on a low hung
cloud, and guides the wintry form.
Open your airy halls, spirits of my
love : :;• . r t
' And have I quenched the light which
was pleasant to my foul ; said the chief
of Morna. My steps moved in dark
ness. ,Why were the words of ftrife in
thy tale ? Sorrow, like a cloud, comes
over my; foul, and (hades the joy of
mighty deeds. Soft be your rest in the
narrow hoafe, children of grief ! The
breeze, in the long whiffling grass, (hall
not awaken you. The tempest shall ruth
over you, and the bulrush bow its head
upon your tomb; but silence shall dwell
in your habitation ; long repose, and the
peace of years to come. The voice of
the bard shall raise your remembrance
in the distant land, and mingle your
tale of woe with the murmur of other
streams. Often shall the harp fend forth
a mournful found ; and the tear dwell
in the foft eyes of the daughters of
Mirna. . 4
Such were the words of Ruthamir,
while he ; raised the tombs o' the fal
len. Sad were his steps towards the
towers of his fathers, as, amusing, he
eroded the dark heath of Lena ; and
(track, at times, the thistle's beard,
[From the Memoirs of the Academy of
Science at Parisi] '
THE son of an innkeeper at Jefing,
io the dateby of Wirtemberg, of
a cholerick constitution, and about twen
ty five years of age, was taken so ill after
Tapper on St. Stephen's day, some years
since, that he could neither stand nor
fit. He was also so sick a't heart, that,
had he not been delivered by copious
vomiting he was often apprehensive of
being fiffocated. About an hoar after,
he was better; but, during three whole
months, he became much dejefted and
melancholy, and sometimes as if seized
with fear. After the expiration of this
term, he was suddenly struck dumb,
without ^being able to propounce the
least word, or form the least found,
though he could'fpeak very articulately
before^ At firft the loss of his speech
and voice was inftantaneous^but began
to continue longer every day; so that
from the duration of some minutes, it
amounted io half an hour, two hours,
three hours, and lastly to twenty three
hours, yet without order. Such was hrs
condition upwards of half a year. At
last, the return of his speech kept so
constant and regular an order, that now,
for fourteen years together, he cannot
speak but from noon, during the space
of an intire hour, to the precise moment
of one o'clock. ! Every time be loses
his speech, he feels fomenting rife from
his stomach to his throat,.; He cannot
be deceived by the transposition of hours
because he observes always and very ex
actly the term from' the twelve to one,
though no bell rings, nor clock strikes.
Excepting this loss of speech, he makes
no complaint of the difofder of any ani
mal function. Both his internal and
external senses are found ; he hears al
ways very exactly, and answered b.
f Extraordinary Account of a
Periodical DUMNESS.
Gazetteer.
[Numb. 45 of Volume—s
gestures or writing to the questions pro
posed to him. He eats and drinks
heartily, and is very handy and active
in doing the business of the family. At
this time of (peeking, his difeourfc is
difereet and fenfibie, for a person of nis °
education ; and, if desired to read, whth
he sometimes does of himfelf, he is sure
to flop ffiert always in silence the me.
ment that one o'clock in the afternoon
locks ud the powerrof irs tongue.'
?: .There cannot be a more c.r~r r db>
nary case than this, ncr one so much de
serving of the attention of the curious.
How to account fcr it must h* extr^me^y
difficult. Perhaps fometh* g he ea r at
lipper, when he was firft cak:n :1, has
ever since retrained undigelted in his
llomach or int dine: ; and as he ofed to
feel something riling from thence o
wards his throat, it probably cac;'c tie
extinction of his voice, which he did
not recover till it a^rin fob ided.
MR. TRUMBULL,
THE Prompter, is an entire ft;?n
ger to me; 1 know not rhe
he is, nor where he lives, bet f wcald
willingly travel twenty m ; les to fee, and
ihake hands with him •. He woe ex,
cellently on the fubjed cf borrowing ;
His observations were well caic^hud
to wcfk a reformation in toeugly culioms
cf the people; but, I lament it, my
neighbours are no more moved by in
waitings, than the wicked men of fodom
were by the hearty expolh.lations of
righteous Lot; 'I do not recoiled that
Mr. Prompter said any thing about lend
ing; but you know,that in weighing spy
article or commodity in the fc^es, if
one end of the oeam goes down the ocher
end must of courlc go up ; So, wnv;e
there is one borrower, there certainly is
ope lender, — I'he fc Je-beam has but tuo
ends, and one end is always a&ua ed by
one end : But tnere may be ten borrow
ers; and but o&e lender ; in that case it
is hard, sure enough, op, the fide of he
lender. Suppose ;ere is 4,5, or 6 fami
lies, who chink it best and cheapest fcr
them so borrow ; and here is ore who is
well furnished with a comp ear tet of ^nfe
agreeable to friend Prompter's advice;
will not the patience and all the tools
Os this ore soon be worn out ? mufi
pace up and down all the morning
to get his tools and hand ihem out to his
neighbours, and be disturbed again at
night to receive them in ? Stop! no—*
he is not much troubled about receiving
them in at night; his neighbor keeps
the tool till the next day, and the next
day ; and on the 4th or sth day, the
obliging lender is under a nece ffiry of
using his shovel ; where is it Tom ?
" l dent Know Sir seem to me jome bod,
follow um tudderdoj." Tom is sent a
hunting round the neighbourhood— the
thing is found—the handle brcke—well
Tom this is the way we get rich ; go,
you mull carry it to the wood-werker,
and get a new handle made to it Torn.
" Yefe mafia, dis no berry good oca to get
rich tho; me hope maffa nekber lend u m
Jhubble gin, cuffen nabel plage Tom sole
out, alwa bollow Jhubble, en bo, en ax,
en rake and dibble do no what all."
Tom Tom you must not swear so, if they
do plague your foul out. '' ',
Now I lay Mr. Trumbull, I with you
would be so obliging as to convey my
compliments to Mr. Prompter, and tell
him 1 wiflh he would write once more
on the fubjed, hotter than ever, and
oblige yours, '
. <ATOM'S MASTER.•
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