The following is taken from the Gaelic periodical, _Cuairtear nam Beann_, for January, 1842. It is said to have been got about the year 1800 from an old man in Glenforsa, in Mull. “For himself and for his goods, The charm Bridget put round Dorgill’s daughter, The charm Mary put round her Son, Between her soles and her neck, Between her breast and her knee, Between her eye and her hair; The sword of Michael be on thy side, The shield of Michael on thy shoulder; There is none between sky and earth Can overcome the King of grace. Edge will not cleave thee, Sea will not drown thee, Christ’s banners round thee, Christ’s shadow over thee; From thy crown to thy sole, The charm of virtue covers thee. You will go in the King’s name, And come in your Commander’s name; Thou belongest to God and all His powers. I will make the charm on Monday, In a narrow, sharp, thorny space; Go, with the charm about thee, And let no fear be on thee! Thou wilt ascend the tops of cliffs, And not be thrown backwards; Thou art the calm Swan’s son in battle, Thou wilt stand amid the slaughter; Thou wilt run through five hundred, And thy oppressor will be caught; God’s charm be about thee! People go with thee!” A smith in Torosa, Mull, was said to have got a charm of this kind from his father. He afterwards enlisted, and was in thirty battles. On coming home without a wound, he said he had often wished he was dead, rather than be bruised as he was by bullets. They struck him, but could not pierce him because of the charm. Red Hector of the Battles (_Eachunn Ruadh nan Cath_), a celebrated chief of the M’Leans of Dowart, had a _sian_, which made him invulnerable in the many conflicts, from which he derived his designation. It failed him at the battle of Inverkeithing, in 1652, when he fell with 1500 of his clan. Surrounded by overwhelming numbers, and sorely wounded, he maintained a hopeless struggle, his gallant clansmen defending him to the last, “each stepping where his comrade stood the instant that he fell,” and calling out, in an expression which has been since proverbial in his native island, “Another for Hector!” (_Fear eile air son Eachuinn_). The charm, which his fairy mistress gave to Thinman (_Caoilte_), the fastest hero of the Fians, has been already referred to. When washing new-born babes wise women made use of these words: “Hale fair washing to thee, Hale washing of the Fians be thine; Health to thee, health to him, But not to thy female enemy.” CHARM FOR CLOTH.