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The Celtic Magazine, Vol. I No. V: A Monthly Periodical Devoted to the Literature, History, Antiquities, Folk Lore, Traditions, and the Social and Material Interests of the Celt at Home and AbroadVarious

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The Celtic Magazine, Vol. I No. V: A Monthly Periodical Devoted to the Literature, History, Antiquities, Folk Lore, Traditions, and the Social and Material Interests of the Celt at Home and Abroad

Name: The Celtic Magazine, Vol. I No. V: A Monthly Periodical Devoted to the Literature, History, Antiquities, Folk Lore, Traditions, and the Social and Material Interests of the Celt at Home and Abroad
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The glance of an evil eye is consequently very much
    dreaded. No doubts are entertained that it deprives cows of their
    milk, and milk of its nutritive qualities so as to render it unfit
    for the various preparations made from it. This superstition can
    certainly lay claim to great antiquity.

    "_Nescio quis teneros oculus mihi fascinat agnos._"--Virg.

    --_New Statistical Account of Kilmuir, Skye, "drawn up by Mr
    Alexander Macgregor, M.A., Licentiate of the Church of Scotland, and
    son of the Incumbent._"




FLORA, STAR OF ARMADALE.


    Grey Blavin in grandeur gold-crested appears,
      As swift sinks the sun in the west,
    Whose gleams of departure, as love-guarding spears,
      Skim over the blue ocean's breast:
    The lav'rock pours sweetly his ev'ning joy song,
      Lone cushats croon soft in each vale,
    Pale gloaming's low melodies linger among
      The beauties of loved Armadale:

              It is the hour when raptures reign,
                It is the hour when joys prevail,
              I'll hie away to meet again
                My Flora, Star of Armadale;
                  Armadale! Armadale!
              Flora, Star of Armadale:

    The dim robe of night over Knoydart's brown hills,
      Comes weirdly with dark-shading lour,
    Slow-stealing it shrouds the repose it full fills
      With calm's hallowed, heart-clinging, pow'r:
    It tells of a maiden whose heart I have got,
      It whispers the love-longing tale,
    It bids me away to yon heather-thatched cot,
      Snug nestling by sweet Armadale:

              It is the hour of Nature's peace,
                It is the hour when smiles unveil
              The beauty which bids love increase
                For Flora, Star of Armadale;
                  Armadale! Armadale!
              Flora, Star of Armadale:

    Her eyes are as dark as the gloom of Loch Hourn,
      Yet soft as the gaze of a fawn,
    Still darker the tresses that crown to adorn
      A brow like a light-mellowed dawn.
    Her voice is a fountain of summer's dream-song,
      Her smiles can the budding rose pale,
    O! rare are the graces which humbly belong
      To Flora of dear Armadale:

              It is the hour of love's alarms,
                It is the hour when throbs assail
              This heart which glows beneath the charms
                Of Flora, Star of Armadale;
                  Armadale! Armadale!
              Flora, Star of Armadale.

                                                            WM. ALLAN.

    SUNDERLAND.




LITERATURE.

    _OSSIAN AND THE CLYDE, FINGAL IN IRELAND, OSCAR IN ICELAND, OR
    OSSIAN HISTORICAL AND AUTHENTIC, by_ P. HATELY WADDELL, LL.D.,
    _Minister of the Gospel, Editor and Biographer of Robert Burns,
    Translator of the Psalms into Scottish, &c._ Glasgow: JAMES
    MACLEHOSE, Publisher to the University, 1875.

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The Celtic Magazine, Vol. I No. V: A Monthly Periodical Devoted to the Literature, History, Antiquities, Folk Lore, Traditions, and the Social and Material Interests of the Celt at Home and Abroad

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