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We must now relate what paffed in the interim. HIALMAR’s warriors, aftonished to fee their chief fall by the fword of the valiant GRYMER, with grief-pierced hearts declared, they should never find his equal. They departed home sorrowful and de- jected; but at the fame time nourished in their bofoms an implacable defire of ven- geance. They fet fail toward BIARMLAND, and the violence of the waves favouring their courfe, they foon beheld the caftle of HAREC Hialmar's father. The fight of this fomewhat confoled their grief. In- ftantly landing, they entered the palace, as the king was coming forth to meet them. This aged prince feeing his warriors pale and dejected, with downcaft eyes, enquired if HIALMAR remained on fhip-board, and whether he had gained the fair prize he fought for? “Hialmar,” said they, “has "not received flight wounds in the com- "bat: he is difpoiled of life: he hath not " even feen his beautiful miftrefs." The king, ftruck with confternation, poured forth a deep figh, and cried, "Certainly "the death of HIALMAR is a most affect- ing lofs!-Let the Bugle Horn sound to arms. I will go ravage Sweden. Let every man who bears a shield, launch his vessel into the sea: let us renew the war; let the helmets be broke in pieces, and
