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S C A R L A W, 89
A fail raifes her head above the reftlefs
waves of ocean. The wrath of the ftorm
is fierce, but fhe regards it not. Daugh-
ter of beauty, ftrength, and fpeed ! corac to
the woods of Scariaw. The warriors of
thy dark bofom fhall tafte the joys of our hall,
and carry our fame to a diftanc land, where
the friends of Albin will be many. — Afhian !
ftrike not yet the flint : Delay the feaft until
the ftrangers arrive.
Nor feall fhall they tafte, nor fame carry,
faid the chief. Let every fon of mine grafp
his fhield, I fee death on our coaft ; but he
Ihall tafte the blood of flrangers. — My fons
may fall ; but their fame Ihall lurvive them.
Chief of the open door *, faid Palav, fuch
were not wont to be thy words, when the
flranger came to Scarlaw's hall. Often have i
the
* This refers toa fpedes of hofphality obferVed at this '
day, by the common people, in the Highlands. If the fe-
verity of the weather compels them to fhut their doors,
they are iure to fct them open when they fit down to meat,
left a traTcller, by feeing the door (hut, might be induced
to pafs by, and thereby deprive them of the pleafure vv.iich
they always enjoy in entertaining a ftranger. A man
who fits down tu feaft with his door (hut, is confidered as
a difgracc to the clan to whom he bebngs.

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