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hand of fellowship, and continued to respect Mac Leod while he lived.
Origin of the name Mac Shiri. The Mac Shirries or Mac Siora are a branch or dependent tribe of the clan Mac Kinnon, and are chiefly found in the island of Mull.
The origin of the name by which they have so long been distinguished seems to be this; and it is perhaps as much from a dislike to the appellation, as from pride in their grand patronymic, that they prefer the designation, and are better known as Mac Kinnons.
According to the tradition, a man of extraordinary agility and swiftness of foot, but it would appear, somewhat of a braggart, was on one occasion running with uncommon celerity. On passing some people, he was accosted by a shrewd old man, who affected not to know him, and wished to show off his wit at the racer's expense. “What name are you known by?" inquired he. “Mac Sior Ruithe, -I am the son, the hard-runner,” replied the other, with evident pride. “Nay, rather," quickly returned the old man, Mac Sior Ruaig,-the son who runs well on a retreat!"
He was ever after known by this appellation, which was also given to his descendants; but the Mac Siories are of course best satisfied with the definition which their swiftfooted ancestor gave of his name.
“ Yr aderyn a fegir yn Uffern, yn Uffern y myn drige."
He, born and bred in hell, will fain
Flirtilla loves the smoky town,
That sees a charm in Nature's face:
“The monkey, born and bred in hell,
GAËLIC TRIADS. From a Paper read at a Meeting of the Commun na Gaelic,
London. The number three, it is well known, has been by all people reckoned a sacred and mysterious number. It is no wonder therefore that we should find that number connected with the wisdom as well as with the superstitions of all the nations of the old world. Thus we find the number of the Muses was three times three; the Graces were three; the Parcæ, or Fatal Sisters, of the Greeks and Romans, as well as the Valkiriae of the northern nations, were three: there are three incarnations of Vishnu; and in the north of Scotland, the third time is lucky, and three magpies betoken a marriage. Among all nations there was, and there is still, much of their oral wisdom delivered in triads.
The Welsh Triads are celebrated; and though we have not hitherto had any collection of Gaelic triads, there are many such still existing in various parts of Caledonia. The following, and many more, I learned in my infancy.
1. Tri raoghainnean deacair, a thug an t Ollamh Baidaineach do'n Ollamh Abrach-Co diubh a b'fhearr leat de thri mnathan Bean odhar, bhodhar bhreimneach, na bean leannar, chlannar, choitchiona, na bean stadach bhradach bhreac-luirgneach.
1. Three difficult choices offered by the Badenach Doctor to the Lochaber Doctor—i.e. Which of three women of disagreeable qualities, in case of necessity, he would choose: a sailow illfavoured deaf woman; a tippling, breeding, yet adulterous woman; or a stuttering, thieving, meazle-shinned woman.
2. Gaoth an aiteamh 's Gaoth troimh tholl, s Gaoth nan long ga 'n cuir air seol,
Tri Gaothan as fuaire fhuair Fionn,
Reamh fad 'sabha e beo. 2. Three winds: Wind before a thaw, wind blowing through a hole, and the wind of ships under sail, were the three coldest winds that Fionn, i. e. Fingal, felt during his life. Tri nithean Sleamhuinn3. Teanga Eisge us Easgunn og
'S leachd-doruis an tighe mhoir3. Three slippery things: A lampooner's tongue, a young eel, and the threshold-stone of a great man's house.
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us cioch chorrach, tri donais nighean an Tuathanaich. 4. Three misfortunes : A neat foot, a sweet voice, and full round breasts, are the three misfortunes of a peasant's daughter. Tri nithean a dh'fhosglas cridhe duine5. Miodal Flatha, manran mnatha, 's bhi'g ol corma
re latha. 5. Three things that can extract its secrets from a man's heart: The flattery of a superior, the blandishments of a woman, and drinking curmi for a whole day. Tri nithean thig gun.
6. Gaol, ladach, 'us Eaglae. 6. Three things which come unsought are: Love, jealousy, and fear.
“ What aileth thee, O thou sea, that thou fleddest? thou Jordan,
that thou wast driven back.-Psalm cxiv. 5.
ERYOn Gwyllt Walia.
TRANSLATED BY EDWARD WILLIAMS, THE STONE-MASON.
From the Welsh of MORGAN GRUFFUDD,* who flourished about the
I, Rous'd by the lark of the morn,
Arose, and the groves were in tune;
I pluck'd the sweet roses of June;
The privet that bloom'd in my way,
Breath'd health on the summer's new day.
'Twas a voice from some nook of the dell,
'Twas borne by rapt echoes along; O! I heard the soft melody swell,
'Twas ecstasy chanting her song:
The warblers were charm'd in the grove;
The madden'd confusion of love.
My Sylvia, my Phyllis, my fair,
My charmer, say what is thy name?
heart, with my soul, in a flame;
On pinions of passion I fly;
I'll gaze on thy beauties and die.
More bright than the monarch of day;
Than hawthorns high-blooming in May:
On her cheek were in beauty combin'd;
I fancy'd the charms of her mind.
• Morgan Gruffudd was one of the most lively poets of his time. He was a regular Bard, for his name appears in a list of thirteen that were assembled in a Gorsedd (Congress) held at Bewper Castle, in Glamorgan, under the patronage of Sir Richard Basset, Bart. in the year 1681.
O! the strange fascination of song,
Led on by the magical sound,
To the place where my songstress I found;
The form of a demon confess'd.
A lover wild ranting amain :
Mad fancy, to laugh at thy pain ;
Thou canst not a moment be cool;
I'm still in thy fetters a fool !
“ Is diù teine fearn ur:
The worst fuel for a fire is green alder.
“ Cha'n 'eil tuile feum aun gliocas au duine bhochd no palien
The wisdom of the poor man is as useless as a palace in a wil