THE BOTHIE OF TOBER-NA-VUOLICH.

I

Socii cratera coronant.

It was the afternoon; and the sports were now at the ending.

Long had the stone been put, tree cast, and thrown the hammer;

Up the perpendicular hill, Sir Hector so called it,

Eight stout gillies had run, with speed and agility wondrous;

Run too the course on the level had been; the leaping was over:

Last in the show of dress, a novelty recently added,

Noble ladies their prizes adjudged for costume that was perfect,