Scotland/Scots > Reminiscences of a Highland parish

MARY CAMPBELL'S MARRIAGE.
jy^ARY CAMPBELL was a servant in the old
manse, about sixty years ago, and was an
honest and bonnie lassie. She had blue eyes and
flaxen hair, with a form as “ beautiful as the fleet
roe on the mountain,” a very Malvina to charm
one of the heroes of old Ossian. Her sweetheart
was not, however, an “ Oscar of the spear,” a
“ Cuchullin of the car,” or a Fingal who “ sounded
his shield in the halls of Selma,” but a fine-looking
shepherd lad named Donald Maclean, who “wan¬
dered slowly as a cloud” over the hills at morn
after his sheep, and sang his songs, played his
trump, and lighted up Mary’s face with his looks
at even. For two years they served together;