AsFloraconcludedhersong，Fergusstoodbeforethem。I
knewIshouldfindyouhere，evenwithouttheassistanceofmyfriendBran。Asimpleandunsublimedtastenow，likemyown，wouldpreferajetd’eauatVersaillestothiscascadewithallitsaccompanimentsofrockandroar；butthisisFlora’sParnassus，CaptainWaverley，andthatfountainherHelicon。Itwouldbegreatlyforthebenefitofmycellarifshecouldteachhercoadjutor，Mac-Murrough，thevalueofitsinfluence：hehasjustdrunkapintofusquebaughtocorrect，hesaid，thecoldnessoftheclaret-Letmetryitsvirtues。’’Hesippedalittlewaterinthehollowofhishand，andimmediatelycommenced，withatheatricalair，-
OLadyofthedesert，hail！
Thatlov’sttheharpingoftheGael，Throughfairandfertileregionsborne，Whereneveryetgrewgrassorcorn。
ButEnglishpoetrywillneversucceedundertheinfluenceofaHighlandHelicon-_Allonscourage！_-