Oh! many a prince was laid that day
In narrow cairn and lonely cave:
But all the fair-famed Rath thenceforth
Became my Oscar’s grave.
Patrick, I pray the Lord of Life—
Patrick, do thou his grace implore—
That death may still my heart ere long:
This night my pain is sore.”
[80] The substance of this poem will be found among the translations of the Irish Ossianic Society.
[81] “Inisfail”—Ireland.
THE PLACE VENDOME AND LA ROQUETTE.
THE BEGINNING AND THE END OF THE COMMUNE.
FROM LE CORRESPONDANT.
Concluded.