O! bright were the beams of her smiling, I sigh for the peace on her brow, Not a trace on her features of guiling, My heart singeth songs to her now. Inspired by the rapturous measure, This fair one skipt over the lea: One morning I sought the young treasure, Now dear as my soul she's to me. DONALD MACGREGOR. Member of the Gaelic Society of London. THE HIGHLAND CEILIDH. (CONTINUED.) "_Oh! nach be 'n ceatharnach am fleasgach, bu mhor am beud cuir as da gun chothrom na Feinne_" (Ah! what a valiant youth, it would be a pity to extinguish him without according him Fingalian fair play), shouted several voices at once. "Did you ever hear the story about Glengarry and his old castle, when he was buried alive with Macranuil under the foundation?" asked _Alastair Mac Eachain Duibh_. "I heard it, when, last year in Strathglass, and you shall hear it." At this stage "Norman" exhibited signs of his intention to go away for the night, when several members of the circle, backed up by the old bard, requested the favour of one more story ere he departed. Norman would rather hear _Alastair's_ story of Glengarry, and would wait for it. "No, no," exclaimed _Alastair_, "you can have my story any time; let us have one more from Norman before he leaves, and I will give mine afterwards, for he may never come back to see us again." "That I will," says Norman, "as often as I can, for I have just found out a source of enjoyment and amusement which I did not at all expect to meet with in this remote corner of the country. However, to please you, I'll give you a story about Castle Urquhart; and afterwards recite a poem of my own composition on the Castle, and on the elopement of Barbara, daughter of Grant of Grant, with Colin Mackenzie, "High-Chief of Kintail."