With each vow fulfilled and recorded above, Grant me this, fate hath nought that beyond it may bless. Alas! cruel fair one-she heeds not my tears, And the truth I have cherished consumes me in vain ; Sorrow hath brought me the whiteness of years, The cold grave brings repose-let me rest in Killmain.' NOTES. BRIDGET FERGUS. 'Throughout our lovely island, in the most sequestered vales and by the loneliest mountains, may be heard numerous charming melodies, linked to sweet stanzas in our native language, which form an unrivalled combination of music and poetry. Several of these airs have been collected and published, and have called forth general admiration; but the words to which they were originally "married," and which it may now be seen, had some claim to attention, lay universally neglected. This can be attributed only to their being wrapped up in a dialect but little known to literary men, for their merits have been testified by many distinguished names. James Mac Pherson, author, or, as our Scotch friends insist, translator! of "Poems of Ossian," in his preface to that work, declares, that the Irish love sonnets and elegies " abound with beautiful simplicity of sentiment, and wild harmony of numbers." A much higher poetical authority, Edmund Spenser,* describes The admirers of this celebrated English Poet may be gratified by a few particulars concerning him and his family, (extracted from original documents,) which may serve to correct some errors of his biographers, or supply information which they do not appear to have possessed. On 12th of August, 1580, Arthur, Lord Grey, accompanied by Edmund Spenser, as his secretary, arrived in |