for the freer enjoyment of the air, had mounted her of an ancient Fire-Temple, built by those Ghebers or favourite Arabian palfrey, in passing by a small grove, Persians of the old religion, who, many hundred years heard the notes of a lute from within its leaves, and a | since, had fled hither from their Arab conquerors, prevoice, which she but too well knew, singing the follow-ferring liberty and their altars in a foreign land to the ing words: Tell me not of joys above, If that world can give no bliss, Truer, happier than the Love Which enslaves our souls in this! Tell me not of Houris' eyes: Far from me their dangerous glow. If those looks that light the skies Wound like some that bura below! Who that feels what Love is here, All its falsehood-all its painWould, for even Elysium's sphere, Risk the fatal dream again? Who, that 'inidst a desert's heat Sces the waters fade away, Would not rather die than meet Streams again as false as they? The tone of melancholy defiance in which these words were uttered went to Lalla Rookh's heart;-and as she reluctantly rode on, she could not help feeling it as a sad but sweet certainty, that Feramorz was to the full as enamoured and miserable as herself. The place where they encamped that evening was the first delightful spot they had come to since they left Lahore. On one side of them was a grove full of small Hindoo temples, and planted with the most graceful trees of the East; where the tamarind, the cassia, and the silken plantains of Ceylon were mingled in rich | contrast with the high fan-like foliage of the Palmyra, -that favourite tree of the luxurious bird that lights up the chambers of its nest with fire-flies.' In the middle of the lawn where the pavilion stood there was a bank surrounded by small mangoe-trees, ou the clear cold waters of which floated multitudes of the beautiful red lotus; while at a distance stood the ruins of a strange and awful-looking tower, which seemed old enough to have been the temple of some religion no longer known, and which spoke the voice of desolation in the midst of all that bloom and loveliness. This singular ruin excited the wonder and conjectures of all. I dla Rookh guessed in vain, and the all-pretending FadJadeen, who had never till this journey been beyond the precincts of Delhi, was proceeding most learnedly to show that he knew nothing whatever about the matter, when one of the ladies suggested, that perhaps Feramorz could satisfy their curiosity. They were now approaching his native mountains, and this tower might be a relic of some of those dark superstitions, which had prevailed in that country before the light of Islam dawned upon it. The Chamberlain, who usually preferred his own ignorance to the best knowledge that any one else could give him, was by no means pleased with this officious reference; and the Princess, too, was about to interpose a faint word of objection, but, before either of them could speak, a slave was dispatched for Feramorz, who, in a very few minutes, appeared before them,-looking so pale and unhappy in Lall Rookh's eyes, that she already repented of her cruelty in a wing SO long excluded him. That venerable tower, he told them, was the remains alternative of apostacy or persecution in their own. It was impossible, he added, not to feel interested in the many glorious but unsuccessful struggles, which had been made by these original natives of Persia to cast off the yoke of their bigoted conquerors. Like their own Fire in the Burning Field at Bakou,' when suppressed in one place, they had but broken out with fresh flame in another; and, as a native of Cashmere, of that fair and Holy Valley, which had in the same manner become the prey of strangers, and seen her ancient shrines and native princes swept away before the march of her intolerant invaders, he felt a sympathy, he owned, with the sufferings of the persecuted Ghebers, which every monument like this before them but tended more powerfully to awaken. It was the first time that Feramorz had ever ventured upon so much prose before Fadladeen, and it may easily be conceived what effect such prose as this must have produced on that most orthodox and most paganhating personage. He sat for some minutes aghast, cjaculating only at intervals « Bigoted conquerors!—sympathy with Fire-worshippers!»-while Feramorz, happy to take advantage of this almost speechless horror of the Chamberlain, proceeded to say that he knew a melancholy story, connected with the events of one of those brave struggles of the Fire-worshippers of Persia against their Arab masters, which, if the evening was not too far advanced, he should have much pleasure in being allowed to relate to the Princess. It was impossible for Lalla Rookh to refuse;—he had never before looked half so animated, and when he spoke of the Holy Valley, his eyes had sparkled, she thought, like the tali»-manic characters on the scimitar of Solomon. Her consent was therefore most readily granted, and while Fadladeen sat in unspeakable dismay, expecting treason and abomination in every line, the poet thus began his story of the Fire-worshippers: THE FIRE-WORSHIPPERS. 'Tis moonlight over Oman's sea;3 Her banks of pearl and palmy isles Bask in the night-beam beauteously, And her blue waters sleep in smiles. Tis moonlight in Harmozia's walls, And through her Emir's porphyry halls, Where, some hours since, was heard the swell Of trumpet and the clash of zelf Bidding the bright-eyed sun farewell ;— The peaceful sun, whom better suits The music of the bulbul's nest, Or the light touch of lovers lutes, To sing him to his golden rest! All hush d-there's not a breeze in motion, The shore is silent as the ocean. The Agar ideas, described by Kesers, Aminitat. Ext. 2 The Persian feulf, sometimes so calle 1, which separates the shores of Persia and Arabia. The present Gombate on town on the Persians de of the Gull If zephyrs come, so light they come, Nor leaf is stirr'd nor wave is driven; The wind-tower on the Emir's dome1 Can hardly win a breath from heaven. Even he, that tyrant Arab, sleeps To carnage and the Koran given, In the warm blood his hand hath pour'd, To mutter o'er some text of God Engraven on his reeking sword;-3 To which his blade, with searching art, Just Alla! what must be thy look, When such a wretch before thee stands Unblushing, with thy Sacred Book, Turning the leaves with blood-stain'd hands, And wresting from its page sublime His creed of lust and hate and crime? Even as those bees of Trebizond,— Which from the sunniest flowers that glad With their pure smile the gardens round, Draw venom forth that drives men mad! 4 Never did fierce Arabia send A satrap forth more direly great; Never was Iran doom'd to bend Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight. Her throne had fall'n-her pride was crush'dHer sons were willing slaves, nor blush'd, In their own land,-no more their own,To crouch beneath a stranger's throne. Her towers, where Mithra once had burn'd To Moslem shrines-oh shame!-were turn'd, Where slaves, converted by the sword, Their mean apostate worship pour'd, And cursed the faith their sires adored. Yet has she hearts, 'mid all this ill, O'er all this wreck high buoyant still With hope and vengeance!--hearts that yet,— Like gems, in darkness issuing rays They've treasured from the sun that 's set,— Beam all the light of long-lost days! And swords she hath, nor weak nor slow To second all such hearts can dare; 3. Iran is the true general name for the empire of Persia. Asiat. Bes. Disc. 5. As he shall know, well, dearly know, Who sleeps in moonlight luxury there, Sleep on-for purer eyes than thine By the white moon-beam's dazzling pow'r ;None but the loving and the loved Should be awake at this sweet hour. And see-where, high above those rocks Hang from the lattice, long and wild,— Is Beauty, curtain'd from the sight One only mansion with her light! Unseen by man's disturbing eye,— The flower, that blooms beneath the sea Too deep for sunbeams, doth not lie Hid in more chaste obscurity! To lift the veil that shades them o'er!Like those, who all at once, discover In the lone deep some fairy shore, Where mortal never trod before, And sleep and wake in scented airs No lip had ever breathed but theirs! Beautiful are the maids that glide, On summer-eves, through Yemen's3 dales, And bright the glancing looks they hide Behind their litters' roseate veils ;And brides, as delicate and fair As the white jasmine flowers they wear, Hath Yemen in her blissful clime, Who, lull'd in cool kiosk or bower, Before their mirrors count the time, And grow still lovelier every hour. But never yet hath bride or maid In Araby's gay Harams smiled, Whose boasted brightness would not fade Before Al Hassan's blooming child. Light as the angel shapes that bless Their kings wear plumes of black herons' feathers upon the . On the blades of their scimitars some verse from the Koran is right side, as a badge of sovereignty.-HANWAY. usually inscribed -Rast. 4. There is a kind of Rhododendros about Trebizond, whose Bowers the bee feeds upon, and the honey thence drives people mad.» 3. The Fountain of Youth by a Mahometan tradition, is situated in some dark region of the East.-RICHARDSON. Arabia Felts. Blinded, like serpents when they gaze Where, through some shades of earthly feeling, Religion's soften'd glories shine, Like light through summer foliage stealing, Such is the maid who, at this hour, Hath risen from her restless sleep, And sits alone in that high bower, Watching the still and shining deep. Ah!t was not thus,-with tearful eyes And beating heart,-she used to gaze On the magnificent earth and skies, In her own land, in happier days. Why looks she now so anxious down Among those rocks, whose rugged frown Blackens the mirror of the deep? Whom waits she all this lonely night? Too rough the rocks, too bold the steep, For man to scale that turret's height!— So deem'd at least her thoughtful sire, When high to catch the cool night-air, After the day-beam's withering fire, He built her bower of freshness there, And had it deck'd with costliest skill, And fondly thought it safe as fair :Think, reverend dreamer! think so still, Nor wake to learn what Love can dareLove, all-defying Love, who sees No charm in trophies won with ease;— Whose rarest, dearest fruits of bliss Are pluck'd on Danger's precipice! Bolder than they, who dare not dive For pearls, but when the sea 's at rest, Love, in the tempest most alive, Hath ever held that pearl the best He finds beneath the stormiest water! Yes-Araby's unrivall'd daughter, Though high that tower, that rock-way rude, There's one who, but to kiss thy cheek, Would climb the untrodden solitude Of Ararat's tremendous peak,3 And think its steeps, though dark and dread, She loves-but knows not whom she loves, Some beauteous bird, without a name, Some ditty to her soft Kanoon, 3 To listen to her lonely lay! This fancy ne'er hath left her mind: Before her in obeisance cast, Yet often since, when he hath spoken Some erring Spirit, cast from heaven, Fond girl! nor fiend nor angel he, Who woos thy young simplicity; But one of earth's impassion'd sons, As warm in love, as fierce in ire, In one of the books of the Shah Nahmeh, when Zal (a celebrated hero of Persia, remarkable for his white bair) comes to the terrace of his mistress, Rodaliver, at night, she lets down her long tresses to assist him in his ascent;-be, however, manages it in a less romantic way, by fixing his crook in a projecting beam.-Sec CHAMPION & Fer | 1 They say that il a snike or serpent fix his eyes on the lustre of dost. (emeralds), he immediately becomes blind.-ARMED these stones On the lofty huls of Araba Petry are rock-goats. 3 Cauan, espèce de psalterion, avec des cordes de boyaux, les dames en touchent dans le serrail, av des désailles, armées de pointes d comm, TopTANI, translated by Dr COURNAND. As the best heart whose current runs Full of the Day-God's living fire! But quench'd to-night that ardour seems, And pale his cheek, and sunk his brow ;Never before, but in her dreams, Had she beheld him pale as now: And those were dreams of troubled sleep, From which it was joy to wake and weep; Visions, that will not be forgot, But sadden every waking scene, Like warning ghosts, that leave the spot All wither'd where they once have been! How sweetly,» said the trembling maid, Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking upon that tranquil floodHow sweetly does the moon-beam smile To-night upon you leafy isle! Oft, in my fancy's wanderings, I've wish'd that little isle had wings, And we, within its fairy bowers, Were wafted off to seas unknown, Where not a pulse should beat but ours, And we might live, love, die alone! Far from the cruel and the cold, Where the bright eyes of angels only A paradise so pure and lonely! The passing smile her cheek put on; His eyes met hers, that smile was gone; And, bursting into heart-felt tears, Yes, yes,» she cried, « my hourly fears, T was bright, 't was heavenly, but 't is past! I never loved a tree or flower, eye, I never nursed a dear gazelle, Those frightful rocks-that treacherous sea- Than have thee near me, and in danger!» Upon whose ear the signal-word « Say on-thou fear'st not then, And we may meet-oft meet again?» «Oh! look not so,-beneath the skies I now fear nothing but those eyes. If aught on earth could charm or force My spirit from its destined course,— If aught could make this soul forget The bond to which its seal is set, Twould be those eyes;—they, only they, Could melt that sacred seal away! But no-t is fix'd-my awful doom Is fixed-on this side of the tomb We meet no more-why, why did Heaven Mingle two souls that earth has riven, Has rent asunder wide as ours? Oh, Arab maid! as soon the Powers Of Light and Darkness may combine, As I be link'd with thee or thine! Thy Father-}}} « Holy Alla save His grey head from that lightning glance' With the bright falchion by his side, In time should be a warrior's bride. And won with shouts of victory! The unholy strife these Persians wage :— «Hold, hold-thy words are death-» The stranger cried, as wild he flung His mantle back, and show'd beneath The Gheber belt that round him clung. — Here, maiden, look-weep-blush to see All that thy sire abhors in me! They (the Ghebers) lay so much stress on their cushee, or gir dle, as not to dare to be an instant without it..-Grost's Foyage. Le jeune homme nia d'abord la chose; mais, ayant été dépouillé de sa robe, et la large ceinture qu'il portait comme Ghebr, etc etc.D'HERBELOT, art. Agduani. Yes-I am of that impious race, Those Slaves of Fire who, morn and even, Hail their Creator's dwelling-place Among the living lights of heaven! ' Yes-I am of that outcast few, swear, To Iran and to vengeance true, From which our fires of worship rise! Or could this heart even now forget In neighbouring valleys had we dwelt, Returning hours of glory shine!— While the wrong'd Spirit of our Land Where lights, like charnel meteors, burn'd Bluely, as o'er some seaman's grave; And fiery darts, at intervals,' Flew up all sparkling from the main, As if each star that nightly falls, Were shooting back to heaven again. My signal-lights!-I must away- Farewell-sweet life! thou cling'st in vain- While pale and mute young Ilinda stood, A momentary plunge below Startled her from her trance of woe ;- « I come-I come-if in that tide Than the chill wave my love lies under ;— Sweeter to rest together dead, Far sweeter, than to live asunder!» Where'er that ill-starr'd home may lie; Nor left one breaking heart behind! THE Princess, whose heart was sad enough already, could have wished that Feramorz had chosen a less melancholy story; as it is only to the happy that tears are a luxury. Her ladies, however, were by no means sorry that love was once more the Poet's theme; for, Lived, look'd, and spoke her wrongs through thee, when he spoke of love, they said, his voice was as sweet God who could then this sword withstand? Its very flash were victory! But now-estranged, divorced for ever, Our only ties what Love has wove, Faith, friends, and country, sunder'd wide;And then, then only, true to love, When false to all that's dear beside! No-sacred to thy soul will be Her widows mourn, her warriors fall, ((- With sudden start he turn'd And pointed to the distant wave, They suppose the Throne of the Almighty is seated in the sun. and hence then worship of that luminary-HASWAY. as if he had chewed the leaves of that enchanted tree, which grows over the tomb of the musician, Tan-Sein. Their road all the morning had lain through a very dreary country;-through valleys, covered with a low bushy jungle, where, in more than one place, the awful signal of the bamboo-staff, with the white flag at its top. reminded the traveller that in that very spot the tiger had made some human creature his victim. It was therefore with much pleasure that they arrived at sunset in a safe and lovely glen, and encamped under one of those holy trees, whose smooth columns and spreading 1oofs seem to destine them for natural temples of religion. Beneath the shade, some pious hands had erected pillars ornamented with the most beautiful porcelain, which now supplied the use of mirrors to the young maidens. as they adjusted their hair in descending from the palankeens. Here while, as usual, the Princess sat listening anxiously, with Fadladeen in one of his loftiest moods of criticism by her side, the young Poct, leaning against a branch of the tree, thus continued his story :— The Mameluks that were in the other boat, when it was dark used to shoot up a sort of hery arrows into the aut, which in some tarasure resembled ligbining of talling stats.-BADGARTEN. |