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When Alla from our ranks hath thinn'd away

His fiery bolts; and though the heavens look d red, Those grosser branches, that kept out his ray

"T was but some distant conflagration's spread. Of favour from us, and we staud at length

But bark!--she stops--she listens-dreadful tone! lleirs of his light and children of his strength,

"Tis her Tormentor's laugh-and now, a groan, The chosen few, who shall survive the fall

A long death-groan comes with it-can this be Of kings and thrones, triumphant over all !

The place of mirth, the bower of revelry? Have

you then lost, weak murmurers as you are, She enters-Holy Alla, what a sight in him, who was your Light, your Star?

Was there before her! By the glimmering light Have you forgot the eye of glory, hid

Of the pale dawn, mixd with the flare of brands Beneath this Veil, the tlashing of whose lid

That round lay burning, dropp'd from lifeless hands, Could, like a sun-stroke of the desert, wither

She saw the board, in splendid mockery spread, Millions of such as yonder Chief brings hither ? Ricli censers breathing--garlands overhead, Long have its lightnings slept-too loug—but now The urns, the cups, froin which they late had quaffd, All earth shall feel the uoveiling of this brow!

All gold and gems, bul—what bad been the draught? To-night!-yes, sainted inen! this very night,

Oh! who need ask, that saw those livid guests, I bid you all to a fair festal rite,

With their swoll'n heads sunk blackening on their Where,— having deep refresh'd each weary limb

breasts, With viands such as feast Heaven's cherubim,

Or looking pale to Heaven with glassy glare, And kindled up your souls, now sunk and dim, As if they sought but saw no mercy there; With that pure wine the darkeyed maids above As if they felt, though poison rack'd them through, Keep, seal'd with precious musk, for those they love, — Remorse the deadlier torment of the two! I will myself uncurtain in your sight

While some, the bravest, hardiest in the train The wouders of this brow's ineffable light;

Of their false Chief, who on the battle-plain Then lead you forth, and with a wink disperse Would have met death with transport by his side, Yon myriads, howling through the universe!»

llere mute and helpless gasp'd ;- but as they died,

Look'd horrible vengeance with their eyes' last strain, Eager they listen—while each accent darts

And clench'd the slackening band at him in vain. New life into their chilld and hope-sick hearts ;Such treacherous life as the cool draught supplies Dreadful it was to see the ghastly stare, To him upon the stake, who drinks and dies!

The stouy look of horror and despair, Wildly they point their lances to the light

Which some of these expiring victims cast Of the fast-sinking sun, and shout « 10-night!»

l'pon their souls' tormentor to the last;« To-night,» their Chief re-echoes, in a voice

Upou that mocking Fiend, wliose Veil, now raised, Of fiend-like mockery that bids hell rejoice!

Show'd them, as in death's agony they gazed, Deluded victims-never liath this earth

Noi the long promised light, the brow, whose beaming Seen mourning half so mournful as their mirth! Was to come forth, all conquering, all redeeming, lere, to the few, whose iron frames had stood

But features horribler than llell e'er traced This racking waste of famine and of blood,

On its own brood !--no Demon of the Waste,' Fajul, dying wretches clung, from whom the shout No church-yard Ghole, caught lingering in the light Of triumple like a maniac's laugh broke out;

Of the bless'd sun, c'er blasted luman siglat There, others, lighted by the smouldering fire,

With lincaments so foul, so herce as those Danced, like wan ghosts about a funeral pyre, The Impostor now, in gripping mockery, shows.Among the dead and dying, strew'd around :

« There, ye wise Saints, behold your Light, your Star,While some pale wretch look'd on, and from his wound | Ye would be dupes and victims, and ye are. Plucking the fiery dart by which he bled,

Is it enough? or must I, while a thrill In ghastly transport waved it o'er his head!

Lives in your sapicut bosoms, clical you


Swear that the burning death ye fecl within 'T was more than midnight now-a fearful pause Is but the trance with which Heaven's joys begin ; Had follow'd the long shouts, the wild applause, That this foul visage, foul as c'er disgraced That lately from those royal gardens burst,

Even inonstrous man, is-after God's owo taste; Where the Veild demon held his feast accurst,

Aud that--but see !--ere I have half-way said Whicn Zelica-alas, poor ruin'd heart,

My greetings through, the uncourteous souls are fled. In every horror doom'd to bear its part!

Farewell, sweet spirits! not in vain ye die, Was bidden to the banquet by a slave,

If Ellis loves you half so well as I. — Who, while his quivering lip the summons gave, lla, my young bride!-t is well--take thou thy seat; Grew black, as though the shadows of the grave Nay, come--uo shuddering-did'st thou never meet Compass'd him round, and, ere he could repeat The dead before?—They Graced our wedding, sweet; His message through, fell lifeless at hier feet!

And these, my guests to-biglie, have brimmd so true Shuddering she went a soul-felt

of fear,

Their parting cups, that thou shalt pledge one too. A presage that her own dark doom was near,

Bul-how is this ?-all emply? all drunk up? Roused every feeling, and brought reason back Tot lips have been before thee in the cup, Once more, to writhe her last upon the rack. All round seemd tranquil--even the foe liad ceased, . The Alchauns beheverach of the numerous solitudes and deserta As if aware of that demoniac feast,

of their country and be whebreed by a lonely demon, whom they call

the Gbele Beesbau, or spirit of the Waste. They ofteu illustrate ' . The righteous shall for green to drink of pure wote, scalet, in the wodness of any sequestered tribe, by saying, tbey are wild as the seal whereof shall be musku-hoan, cbp lxxxvi.

tion of the Waste,.- ELPISTONES ('aubul.

Young bride,--yet stay—one precious drop remains, All speak the impatient Ismalite's intent
Enough to warm a gentle Priestess' veins ;-

To try, at length, if tower and battlement
Here, drink—and should thy lover's conquering arms And bastion d wall be not less hard to win,
Speed bither, ere thy lip lose all its charms,

Less tough to break down, than the hearts within. Give him but half this venom in thy kiss,

First in impatience and in toil is he, And I'll forgive my baughty rival's bliss!

The burning Azim-oh! could he but see

The Impostor once alive within his grasp, * For me-I too mast die- but not like these Not the gaunt lion's hug, nor boa's clasp, Vile rankling things, to fester in the breeze; Could match that gripe of Vengeance, or keep pace To have this brow in ruffian triumph shown, With the fell heartiness of Hate's embrace ! With all death's grimness added to its own, And rot to dust beneath the taunting eyes

Loud rings the ponderous ram against the walls ! Of slaves, exclaiming « There his Godship lies!» Now shake the ramparts, now a buttress falls, No--cursed race-since first my soul drew breath, But still no breach--u once more, one mighty swing They've been my dupes, and shall be, even in death. Of all your beams, together thundering! Thou see'st yon cistern in the shade-t is fill'd There--the wall shakes--the shouting troops exultWith burning drugs, for this last hour distill'd;- « Quick, quick discharge your weightiest catapult There will I plunge me, in that liquid fame- Right on that spot, and Neksheb is our own!»Fit bath to lave a dying Prophet's frame!

"T is done-the battlements come crashing down, There perish, all-ere pulse of thine shall fail- And the huge wall, by that stroke riven in two, Nor leave one limb to tell mankind the tale.

Yawning, like some old crater, rent anew, So shall my votaries, wheresoe'er they rave,

Shows the dim, desolate city smoking through! Proclaim that Heaven took back the Saint it gave ;- But strange! no signs of life--nought living seen That I've but vanish'd from this earth awhile, Above, below--what can this stillness mean? To come again, with bright, unshrouded smile; A minute's pause suspends all hearts and eyes-So shall they build me altars in their zeal,

« In through the breach, impetuous Azim cries; Where knaves shall minister and fools shall kneel; But the cool Caliph, fearful of some wile Where Faith may mutter o'er her mystic spell, la this blank stillness, checks the troops awhile. Written in blood-and Bigotry may swell

Just then a figure, with slow step, advanced The sail he spreads for Heaven with blasts froin llell! Forth from the ruin'd walls; and, as there glanced So shall my banner, through Jong ages, be

A sunbeam over it, all eyes could see The rallying sign of fraud and anarchy ;

The well-known Silver Veil !-'Tis He, 'tis He, Kings yet anborn shall rue Mokanna's name,

Mokanna, and alone!» they shout around; And, though I die, my spirit, still the same,

Young Azim from his steed springs to the groundShall walk abroad in all the stormy strife,

« Mine, holy Caliph! mine, he cries, « the task
And gailt, and blood, that were its bliss in life! To crush yon daring wretch-t is all I ask.
But, hark! their battering engine shakes the wall- Eager he darts to meet the demon foe,
Why, let it shakem-thus I can brave them all.

Who still across wide heaps of ruin slow
No trace of me shall greet them, when they come, And falteringly comes, till they are near ;
And I can trust thy faith, for-thou 'lt be dumb. Then, with a bound, rushes on Azim's spear,
Now mark low readily a wretch like me

And, casting off the Veil in falling, shows-
In one bold plunge commences Deity!»

Oh!-'t is his Zelica's life-blood that flows! He sprung and sunk, as the last words were said

« I meant not, Azim,» soothingly she said, Quick closed the burning waters o'er his head,

As on his trembling arm she lean'd her head, And Zelica was left-within the ring

And, looking in his face, saw anguish there Of those wide walls the only living thing;

Beyond all wounds the quivering flesh can bearThe only wretched one, still cursed with breath, « I meant not thou shouldst have the pain of this ;In all that frightful wilderness of death!

Though death, with thee thus tasted, is a bliss More like some bloodless ghost, ---such as, they tell,

Thou wouldst not rob me of, didst thou but know la the lone Cities of the Silent' dwell,

How oft I've pray'd to God I might die so! And there, unseen of all but Alla, sit

But the Fiend's venom was too scant and slow ;Each by its own pale carcase, watching it.

To linger on were maddening-and I thought

If once that Veil--nay, look not on i--caught But morn is up, and a fresh warfare stirs

The eyes of your fierce soldiery, I should be Throughout the camp of the beleaguerers.

Struck by a thousand death-darts instantly. Their globes of fire (the dread artillery, lent

But this is sweeter-oh! believe me, yes--By Greece to conquering Mahadi), are spent ;

I would not change this sad, but dear caress, And now the scorpion's shaft, the quarry sent

This death within thy arms I would not give From high balistas, and the shielded throng

For the most smiling life the happiest live!
Of soldiers swingiog the huge ram along -

All that stood dark and drear before the eye
Of my stray'd soul, is passing swiftly by;

A light comes o'er me from those looks of love, •. They have all a great reverence for burial-grounds, who they sometimes call by the poetical name of Cities of de silent, and elect Like the first dawn of mercy from above ; they people with the ghosts of the departed, who si each at the bead And if thy lips but tell me I'm forgiven, of his era grave, revisible to mortal eyes.. -- ELFUISSTONE,

Angels will echo the blest words in Heaven!

But live, my Azim ;-oh! to call thee mine

of the vessels were so exquisitely old as to have been Thus once agaiu! my Azim-dream divine!

used under the Emperors Yan and Chun, who reigned Live, if thou ever lovedst me, if to meet

many ages before the dynasty of Tang. His Koran too, Thy Zelica hereafter would be sweet,

supposed to be the identical copy between the leaves of Oh live 10 pray for her—to bend the knee

which Mahomet's favorite pigeon used to nestle, had Morning and night before that Deity,

been mislaid by his Koran-bearer three whole days ; To whom pure lips and hearts without a stain, not without much spiritual alarm to Fadladeen, who, As thine are, Azim, never breathed in vain,

though professing to hold, with other loyal and orthoAnd pray that He may pardon her,-may take dox Mussulmans, that salvation could only be found in Compassion on her soul for thy dear sake,

the Koran, was strongly suspected of believing in his And, nought remembering but her love to thee, heart, that it could only be found in his own particular Make her all thine, all His, eternally!

copy of it. When to all these grievances is added the Go to those happy fields where first we twined obstinacy of the cooks, in putting the pepper of Canara Our youthful hearts together-every wiod

into his dishes instead of the cinnamon of Serendib, we That meets thee there, fresh from the well-known may easily suppose that he came to the task of critiflowers,

cism with, at least, a sufficient degree of irritability for Will bring the sweetness of those innocent hours

the purpose. Back to thy soul, and thou mayst feel again

« In order,» said he, importantly swinging about his For thy poor Zelica as thou didst then.

chaplet of pearls, « to convey with clearness my opinion So shall thy orisons, like dew that flies

of the story this young man has related, it is necessary To fleaven upon the morning's sunshine, rise

to take a review of all the stories that have ever--With all love's earliest ardour to the skies!

My good Fadladeen!» exclaimed the Princess, interAnd should they—but alas! my senses fail

rupting him, « we really do not deserve that you Oh, for one minute!-should thy prayers prevail

should give yourself so much trouble. Your opinion If pardon'd souls may from that World of Bliss of the poem we have just heard will, I have no doubt, Reveal their joy to those they love io this, -

be abundantly edifying, without any further waste of I'll come to thee-in some sweet dream-and tell- your valuable erudition.» « If that be all,» replied tbe Oh Heaven-I die-dear love' farewell, farewell.» critic, -evidently mortified at not being allowed to

show how much he knew about every thing, but the Time fleeted—years on years had pass'd away,

subject immediately before him—« if that be all thai And few of those who on that mournful day

is required, the matter is easily dispatched. He then Had stood, with pity in their eyes, to sec

proceeded to analyse the poem, in that strain (so well The maideo's death and the youth's agony,

known to the unfortunate bards of Delhi), whose cenWere living still-when, by a rustic grave

sures were an infliction from which few recovered, and Beside the swift Amoo's transparent wave,

whose very praises were like the honey extracted from An aged man, who had grown aged there

the bitter towers of the aloe. The chief personages of By that lone grave, morning and night in prayer,

the story were, if he rightly understood them, an illFor the last time knelt down-and, though the shade

favoured gentleman, with a veil over his face;Of death bung darkening over him, there play'd young lady, whose reason went and came according as A gleam of rapture on his eye and cheek,

il suited the poet's convenience to be sensible or otberThat brightend even death-like the last streak wise ;--and a youth in one of those hideous Bucharian Of intense glory on the horizon's brim,

bonnets, who took the aforesaid gentleman in a veil When night o'er all the rest hangs chill and dim.

for a Divioity. From such materials,» said he, a what His soul had seen a vision, while he slept;

can be expected ?-after rivalling each other in long She, for whose spirit he had pray'd and wept

speeches and absurdities, through some thousands of So many years, had come to him, all dressd

lines, as indigestible as the filberds of Berdaa, our In angel smiles, and told him she was bless'd!

friend in the veil jumps into a tub of aquafortis; the For this the old man breathed liis thanks, and died.-- young lady dies in a set speech, whose only recommenAnd there, upon the banks of that loved tide,

dation is that it is lier last; and the lover lives on to Ile and bis Zelica sleep side by side.

good old age, for the laudable purpose of seeing her ghost, which lie at last happily accomplishes and expires. This, you will allow, is a fair summary of the

story; and if Nasser, the Arabian merchant, told no The story of the Veiled Prophet of Kliorassan being better, our Holy Prophet (10 whom be all honour and ended, they were now doomed to hear Fadladecu's cri- glory!) bad no need to be jealous of his abilities for ticisms upon it. A series of disappointments and acci

story-telling.» dents had occurred to this learned Chamberlain during

With respect to the style, it was worthy of the matthe journey. In the first place, those couriers stationed, ter ;-it had not even those politic contrivances of as in the reigo of Shalı Jehan, between Delhi aud the

structure, which make up for the commonness of the Western coast of India, to secure a constant supply of thoughts by the peculiarity of the manner, nor that mangoes for the royal table, bad, by some cruel irregu- stately poetical plıraseology by whichi sentiments, mean Jarity, failed in their duty; and 10 eat any mangoes but those of Mazagony was, of course, impossible. In the

'La deature de ces Falolos plaisait Bi fort aux Arabes, qor, quand next place, the elephant, Jaden with his fine antique Motomee les cotretenait de l'histoire de l Anoren Testament, ils les in themselves, like the blacksmith's' apron converted like those on the Written Mountain, last for ever :into a banner, are so easily gilt and embroidered into but still there are some, as delightful perhaps, thoug consequence. Then, as to the versification, it was, to not so wonderful, who, if not stars over our head, ar say no worse of it, execrable: it had neither the co- at least flowers along our path, and whose sweetness a pious flow of Ferdosi, the sweetness of Hafez, nor the the moment we ought gratefully to inhale, withou sententious march of Sadi; but appeared to him, in calling upon them for a brightness and a durabilit the uneasy heaviness of its movements, to have been beyond their nature. In short, continued she, blush modelled upon the gait of a very tired dromedary. ing, as if conscious of being caught in an oration, «i The licenses too in which it indulged were un pardoo- is quite cruel that a poet cannot wander through his re able ;-for instance this line, and the poem abounded gions of enchantment, without having a critic for ever with such

mnépmestone, lui disant que celles que losur leur raronlalt etsi sat porcelain, lead in an unusual fit of liveliness Lettered

he guioup plus belles Carte porfireneattia à . Wasser la nskedutan the whole set to pieces:--au irreparable luss, as many Je Malta di tutto sestouples - D'IES FELOS

like the old Man of the Sea, upon his back!»'-Fadla

deen, it was plain, took this last luckless allusion ti Like the saint, exquisite musie of a dream.

himself, and would treasure it up in his mind as « What critie that can count,» said Fadladeen, « and whetstone for his next criticism. A sudden silence en has his full complement of fingers to count withal, sued; and the Princess, glancing a look at Feramorz would tolerate for an instant such syllabic superflui- saw plainly she must wait for a more courageous mo ties?»-He bere looked round, and discovered that ment. most of his audience were asleep ; while the glimmer- But the glories of nature, and her wild fragrant airs ing lamps seemed inclined to follow their example. Je playing freshly over the current of youthful spirits, wil became necessary, therefore, however painful to him-soon heal even deeper wounds than the dull Fadladeen: self, to put an end to his valuable animadversions for of this world can inflict. In an evening or two after the present, and he accordingly concluded, with an air they came to the small Valley of Gardens, which had of dignified candour, thus :-« Notwithstanding the been planted by order of the Emperor for his favourite observations which I have thought it my duty to make, sister Rochinara, during their progress to Cashmere, it is by no means my wish to discourage the young some years before ; and never was there a more sparkman :-so far from it, indeed, that if he will but to- ling assemblage of sweets, since the Gulzar-e-Irem, or tally alter his style of writing and thinking, I have very Rose-Bower of Irem. Every precious flower was there little doubt that I shall be vastly pleased with him. » to be found, that poetry, or love, or religion has ever

Some days elapsed, after this harangue of the Great consecrated; from the dark hyacinth, to which Hafez Chamberlain, before Lalla Rookh could venture to ask compares Iris mistress's hair, to the Camalata, by for another story. The youth was still a welcome guest whose rosy blossoms the heaven of India is scented. in the pavilion ;-to one heart, perhaps, too danger- As they sat in the cool fragrance of this delicious spot, ously welcome-but all mention of poetry was, as if and Lalla Rookh remarked that she could fancy it the by common consent, avoided. Though none of the abode of that Flower-loving Nymph whom they worparty had much respect for Fadladeen, yet his cen- ship in the temples of Kathay, or of one of those Peris, sures, thus magisterially delivered, evidently made an those beautiful creatures of the air, who live upon perimpression on them all. The Poet himself, to whom fumes, and to whom a place like this might make some criticism was quite a new operation (being wholly up- amends for the Paradise they have lost,--the young known in that Paradise of the Indies, Cashmere), felt Poet, in whose eyes she appeared, while she spoke, to the shock as it is generally felt at first, till use has be one of the bright spiritual creatures she was describmade it more tolerable to the patient;--the ladies being, said, hesitatingly, that he remembered a story of a gan to saspect that they ought pol to be pleased, and Peri, which, if the Princess had no objection, he would seemed to conclude that there must have been much venture to relate. «It is,” said he, with an appealing good sense in what Fadladeen said, from its having set look to Fadladeen, «in a lighter and humbler strain them all so soundly to sleep ;-while the self-compla- than the other ;» then, striking a few careless but mecent Chamberlain was left to triumph in the idea of lancholy chords on his kitar, he thus began :having, for the hundred and Gfrieth time in his life, extinguished a poet. Lalla Rookh alone-and Love knew why--persisted in being delighted with all she

PARADISE AND THE PERI. had heard, and in resolving to hear more as speedily as possible. Her manner, however, of first returning to the subject was unlucky. It was while they rested during the heat of noon near a fountain, on which

ONE morn a Peri at the gate come hand had rudely traced those well-known words

Of Eden stood disconsolate; from the Garden of Sadi, --- Many, like me, have

And as she listend to the Springs viewed this fountain, but they are gone, and their eyes

Of Life within, like music flowing, are closed for ever !s—that she took occasion, from

And caught the light upon her wings the melancholy beauty of this passage, to dwell upon

Through the half-open portal glowing, the charms of poetry in general. « It is true,» she said,

She wept to think her recreant race - few poets can imitate that sublime bird, which flies

Should e'er have lost that glorious place! always in the air, and never touches the earth:--it is only once in many ages a genius appears, whose words,

« How happy,» exclaim'd this child of air,

Are the holy spirits who wander there, · The Blacksmith Gao, who successfully resisted the tyrant Zobak,

'Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall; and whose aproa became the Royal Standard of Persia. The Huma.

"The Story of Sinbad.

Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea,
And the stars themselves have flowers for me,

One blossom of heaven out-blooms them all!
Though sunny the lake of cool Cashmere,
With its plane-tree isle retlected clear,'

And sweetly the founts of that valley fall;
Though bright are the waters of Sing-su-hay,
And the golden floods that thitherward stray,
Yet-oh, 't is only the Blest can say

How the waters of heaven outshine them all!

Many a fathom down in the sea,
To the south of sun-bright Araby ;-)
I know too where the Genii hid
The jewell’d cup of their king Jamshid,
With Life's elixir sparkling high-
But gifts like these are not for the sky.
Where was there ever a gem that shone
Like the steps of Alla's wonderful throne?
And the Drops of Life-oh! what would they be
In the boundless Deep of Eternity ?»

« Go, wing thy flight from star to star,

While thus she mused, her pinions fann'd From world to luminous world, as far

The air of that sweet Indian Jand, As the universe spreads its flaming wall;

Whose air is balm ; whose ocean spreads Take all the pleasures of all the spheres,

O'er coral rocks and amber beds; And multiply each through endless years,

Whose mountains, pregnant by the beam One minute of heaven is worth them all!»

Of the warm sun, with diamonds teem;

Whose rivulets are like rich brides, The glorious angel, who was keeping

Lovely, with gold beneath their tides; The gates of light, beheld her weeping;

Whose sandal groves and bowers of spice And as he nearer drew and listen'd

Might be a Peri's Paradise! To her sad song, a tear-drop glistend

But crimson now her rivers ran Within his eye-lids, like the spray

With human blood-the smell of death From Eden's fountain, when it lies

Came reeking from those spicy bowers, On the blue flower, which-Bramins say

And man, the sacrifice of man, Blooms no where but in Paradise!

Mingled bis taint with every breath « Nymph of a fair, but erring line!»

Upwafted from the innocent flowers! Gently he said-« One hope is thine:

Land of the Sun! what foot invades 'Tis written in the Book of fate,

Thy pagods and thy pillar'd shades'The Peri yet may be forgiven,

Thy cavern shrines and idol stones,
Who brings to this Eternal Gate

Thy monarchs and their thousand thrones?
The Gift that is most dear to Heaven !

'T is He of Gazna!3-fierce in 'wrath Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin;

He comes, and India's diadems *T is sweet to let the pardon'd in!»

Lie scatter'd in his ruinous path.

His blood-bounds he adorns with Gems,

Torn from the violated necks
Rapidly as comets run
To the embraces of the sun

Of many a young and loved sultana ;-4
Fleeter than the starry brands,

Maidens within their pure Zemana, Flung at night from angel hands3

Priests in the very fane he slaughters, At those dark and daring sprites,

And choaks up with the glittering wrecks Who would climb the empyreal heights

Of golden shrines the sacred waters !
Down the blue vault the Peri flies,

Downward ibe Peri turns her gaze,
And, lighted earthly by, a glance
That just then broke from morning's eyes,

And, through the war-field's bloody haze,
Hung hovering o'er our world's expanse.

Beholds a youthful warrior stand,

Alone, beside his native river,

The red blade broken in his hand,
But whither shall the Spirit go

And the last arrow iu his quiver.
To find this gift for Heaven ?-« I know
The wealth, » she cries, « of every urn,

Live,» said the conqueror, « live to share
In which unnumber'd rubies burn,

The trophies and the crowns I bear!» Beneath the pillars of Chilminar;-4

Silent that youthful warrior stood
I know where the Isles of Perfume are,

Silent he pointed to the flood
All crimson with his country's blood,

Then sent his last remaining dari,
1. Numerous small islands emerge from the Lake of Cashmere
One is called Chur Chenaur, from the plane-trees upon it. ----FORSTER.

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For answer, to the invader's heart. 1. The Altan Kol, or Golden River of Tibet, shich runs into the Lakes of Sing-su-hay, has abundance of gold in its sands, which employs the inhabitants all summer in gathering it..--Description of 1 The Isles of Panchaia. Tibel in PASKENTON,

3. The cup of Jamshid, discovered, they say, when digging for the 1. The Mabometans suppose that falling stars are the Grebrands Coundations of Persepolis, .-RICHARDSON. sherewith the good angels drive away the bad, when they approach 3 Mabmood of Gazna, or Gbizai, who conquered India in the be100 near the empyreum or verge of the heavens..-FTER

ginning of the eleventh century. --See his History in Des and Sir J. 4 The Forty Pillars, so tbe Persians call the ruins of Persepolis. Marcoun. It is imagined by them that this palace and the editices at Balbec nere

. . It is reported ibat the hunting equipage of the Sultan Mahmud built by Genii, for the purpose of biding in their subterraneous ra- was so magaticent, that he kept four bundred grey bounds and bles.

winch still remain there. -D'HERBELOT. bounds, each of wbieli wore a collar set with jewels, and a covenes VULNET

regel xoth gold and pearls..---L'nversal Mastory, vol. vi.

verns mense treasures

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