Och! nach deach do thoirt dachaidh O mhearg nigheana Shassuinn 's an uair, Is do charadh le mōrachd. Ann an cois na Traigh mhor mar bu dual; Fo dhidean bhallachan arda Far am bheil do chaomh mhathair 'na suain, 'S far am feudadh do chairdean, Dol gach feasgair chuir failte air t'uaigh. I entered his shop soon after this appeared in the _Teachdaire Gaelach_, and sung him some verses of it. He could scarcely believe that it was his own composition. He seemed in a reverie, his eyes speaking inexpressibles. "_Gaoir nam Ban Muileach_"--(The wail of the Mull women)--is another extraordinary piece. I am sorry that I could not get hold of it. M'Gregor also has three hymns suited to this beautiful air. There is a good deal of monotony in singing the few first lines, but it reaches a grand climax of expression at the sixth. The last line is repeated twice. When two or three sing it together, and the whole join in chorus at the sixth line, I have seldom heard singing like it. Dr M'Donald composed an elegy, to the Rev. Mr Robertson, with a very plaintive air--the air of a song occasioned by the great loss at Caig-- Ochan nan och, is och mo leon, Tha fear mo ruin an diugh fo'n fhoid, Tha fear mo ruin an diugh fo'n fhoid, 'S cha teid air ceol no aighear leam. Many of the songs of the Gael might be called patriotic songs, and they make us feel proud that we are Gaels. Their daring feats in the field of strife against the enemies of our country, as at Bannockburn, Waterloo, Alma, &c., are celebrated in song. Their quarrels, amongst themselves, is the only thing that makes us feel ashamed of them. Several of their songs raise us in our own estimation, with good cause, above our neighbours the Lowlanders, the English, and the French. The songs of the Gael embrace every variety--their language, mountains, corries, straths, glens, rivers, streams, horses, dogs, cows, deer, sheep, goats, guns, field labour, herding, boats, sailing, fishing, hunting, weddings--some of them as funny as they can be, and some the most sarcastic that was ever written. There is always something sweet and pretty about them. The artless simplicity of the language, with its extraordinary power of expression, gives them an agreeable access to the mind, which no other language can ever give.