The Scottish Celtic review

—:Ih Mhonur Ghliniie Garadli.'77throw me into yonder cauldron." The son of tlie King of Ireland,upon this, shook the bridle and got the steed, and reached hisfather's house before ho stopped.The woman ho had left at home met him."You have come,"she said. " I have," he said. " Have you found out how theGreat Tuairisgeul was put to death ? " "I have," he said." Go now to the liillock on which you left the black fellow, andtell him every turn that befel you." " " ! said he, " what is thegood of that when one bone of him does not stick to another today? " " Go you and tell to the p)lace you left how he was putto death."He rose alive and well from the hillock; and the son of theKing of Ireland and the woman were married.DO MHORAIR GHLINNE-GARADHLe Iain Lom.[The following poem by John M'Donald, the Keppoch bard, isfrom a MS. collection of Gaelic poems, transcribed from anolder MS. by the late Mr. Ewen M'Lachlan of Aberdeen.]1. Bidh an t-uidheamsa triall,Gu Ceaun-uidhe nan cliar.Far 'm bu chubhaidh 's 'm bu mhiann le 'r seod ;2. Gu tur mheadhrach nach crion.Am bi Cinn-fheadhna 's glan liondi,A chiiirt ghreadhnach an rioghail gloir.3. Mi fada mu thuath,Gu 'n lion fadachd mi 's gruaim,Cha chadal dhomh uair air choir.4. Th^id mi shealltainn a nunnAir nighinn Sheumais nan tur,Gu 'm meall thu 'n stuoidJde sin pu.sd' ri d' bheo.5. Gu mnaoi aillidh 'n fliuilt r^idh ;Cir do'n airgiod 'ga reir,Agus coinnlean do 'n cht^ir 'g a coir.G. Gur tu 'n iuchair nach bath,'Chuir do fhradharc thar chaeh'S tu 'thaghainn do'n als' 'tha beo.7. Mach Mhorair nan steud,Nan organ, 's nan tend,'S tu 'h' fhormaile beus tra-neoiu.