Why shrouded in gloom is Clan Chattan? Clan Chattan! Clan Chattan! Tears circle the crest of Clan Chattan! Clan Chattan! Clan Chattan! Ochone! our light is reft, Burning too brief, Ochone! the darkness left, Fills us with grief. Streamlets are singing woe, Torrents in sorrow flow, Flow'rets on ev'ry leaf, Bear the red dew of grief. Ochone! the Beam of Clan Chattan is low.-- Deep-bosomed the woe of Clan Chattan! Clan Chattan! Clan Chattan! Far rings the lament of Clan Chattan! Clan Chattan! Clan Chattan! Ochone! our joy-lit star, Sunk in the night. Ochone! his soul afar, Swiftly took flight: Hero-sires welcomed him, Pealing their deathless hymn, Loud on their happy shore, Angels the pæan bore: Ochone! the Pride of Clan Chattan sleeps on.-- Still brightly he smiles on Clan Chattan! Clan Chattan! Clan Chattan! His spirit is guarding Clan Chattan! Clan Chattan! Clan Chattan! Ochone! his mem'ry lives, Ever in bloom. Ochone! its beauty gives Light to his tomb: Matrons and maidens mourn, Life in its glory shorn, Stalwart sons, fathers grey, Dash the sad tear away. Ochone! the _Love[A] of Clan Chattan ne'er dies_. WM. ALLAN. SUNDERLAND. FOOTNOTES: [A] "Love" here means the Chief. THE GAME LAWS. [The conductors of the _Celtic Magazine_ in their prospectus, and in their first number, state that "they will at all times be ready to receive contributions from both sides on any question connected with the Highlands, and of interest to Highlanders." In whatever light the subject of the following remarks may be viewed, it will readily be admitted that it has an interest for Highlanders sufficient to entitle it to temperate discussion in these pages]:--