'O Lady of the desert, hail! That lov'st the harping of the Gael, Through fair and fertile regions borne, Where never yet grew grass or corn. But English poetry will never succeed under the influence of a Highland Helicon.--ALLONS, COURAGE!-- O vous, qui buvez, a tasse pleine, A cette heureuse fontaine, Ou on ne voit, sur le rivage, Que quelques vilains troupeaux, Suivis de nymphes de village, Qui les escortent sans sabots'-- 'A truce, dear Fergus! spare us those most tedious and insipid persons of all Arcadia. Do not, for Heaven's sake, bring down Coridon and Lindor upon us.' 'Nay, if you cannot relish LA HOULETTE ET LE CHALUMEAU, have with you in heroic strains.' 'Dear Fergus, you have certainly partaken of the inspiration of Mac-Murrough's cup, rather than of mine.' 'I disclaim it, MA BELLE DEMOISELLE, although I protest it would be the more congenial of the two. Which of your crackbrained Italian romancers is it that says, Io d'Elicona niente Mi curo, in fe de Dio, che'il bere d'acque (Bea chi ber ne vuol) sempre me spiacque! [Good sooth, I reck not of your Helicon; Drink water whoso will, in faith I will drink none.] But if you prefer the Gaelic, Captain Waverley, here is little Cathleen shall sing you Drimmindhu.--Come, Cathleen, ASTORE (i.e. my dear), begin; no apologies to the CEANKINNE.' Cathleen sang with much liveliness a little Gaelic song, the burlesque elegy of a countryman on the loss of his cow, the comic tones of which, though he did not understand the language, made Waverley laugh more than once. [This ancient Gaelic ditty is still well known, both in the Highlands and in Ireland. It was translated into English, and published, if I mistake not, under the auspices of the facetious Tom D'Urfey, by the title of 'Colley, my Cow.'] 'Admirable, Cathleen!' cried the Chieftain; 'I must find you a handsome husband among the clansmen one of these days.' Cathleen laughed, blushed, and sheltered herself behind her companion. In the progress of their return to the castle, the Chieftain warmly pressed Waverley to remain for a week or two, in order to see a grand hunting party, in which he and some other Highland gentlemen proposed to join. The charms of melody and beauty were too strongly impressed in Edward's breast to permit his declining an invitation so pleasing. It was agreed, therefore, that he should write a note to the Baron of Bradwardine, expressing his intention to stay a fortnight at Glennaquoich, and requesting him to forward by the bearer (a GILLY of the Chieftain's) any letters which might have arrived for him.