The power these melodies have over the Gael is really extraordinary. I was told by a piper, who was at the Battle of Alma, that when on the eve of closing with the Russians, he, contrary to orders, played "_Sud mar chaidh 'n cal a' dholaidh, aig na Bodaich Ghallda_," which had a most powerful effect upon the men, on which account alone he was pardoned. I saw a man who heard a piper playing "_Tulloch gorm_" in the East Indies, and it made him weep like a child. About two years ago a young man, a native of Oban, was out far in the country, in Australia, and having entered a hotel, he saw a man who had the appearance of being a Highlander, in the sitting-room. He (of Oban) was in a room on the opposite side of the passage, and thought to himself "If he is a Gael I'll soon find out," and leaving the door partially open, that he might see him without being seen, he commenced playing, on the flute, the most plaintive Highland airs. No sooner did he begin than the other began to move his body backward and forward. At last he bent down his body, covering both his eyes with the palms of his hands, and began to sob out "_Och! och mise; och! och mise_." He (my informant) then played some marching airs, and instantly the other raised his head and began to beat time with both feet. At last he played some dancing airs, when one foot only was engaged in beating time. He then raised a hearty laugh and closed the door with a bang. The man rushed forward, but finding the door closed he settled down a little. The door was opened, and what a meeting of friends! what union of hearts! what kindness of feeling! what joy! What was the cause of all these? What but the melodies of the Gael. Now, I am certain that were I to listen to the native melodies of my country in distant parts of the world, I would also weep. But there is nothing that ever I listened to that would affect me so much as: "_Crodh Chailean_." Many a cow has been milked to that air, and many a fond mother soothed her child to rest with it, and I am sure it would be a greater accomplishment for young ladies to be able to sing it properly than any German or Italian air they could play on the piano: Bha crodh aig Mac Chailean, Bheireadh bainne dhomh fhein, Eadar Bealtuinn is Samhainn, Gun ghamhuinn, gun laogh, Crodh ciar, crodh ballach, Crodh Alastair Mhaoil, Crodh lionadh nan gogan, 'S crodh thogail nan laogh. Shaw composed several hymns to this air.