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Like the wind of the south' o'er a summer luto blowing, evening of recital, which appeared to this worthy And hush'd all its music and wither'd its frame! Chamberlain to contain language and principles, for

which nothing short of the sum

mmary criticism of the But long, upon Araby's green suuny highlands,

Chabuk' would be advisable. It was his intention, Shall maids and their lovers remember the doom therefore, immediately on their arrival al Cashmere, Of hier, who lies sleeping among the Pearl Islands, to give information to the king of Bucharia of the very With nought but the sea-star 2 to light up her tomb. dangerous sentiments of his minstrel; and if, unfortu

natrly, that monarch did not act witli suitable vigour And still, when the merry date-season is burning, on the occasion (that is, if he did not give the Chabuk

And calls to the palm-groves the young and the old,> to Feramorz, and a place to Fadladeen), there would be The happiest there, from their pastime returning, an end, lic feared, of all legitimate government in BuAt sunset, will weep when thy story is told.

charia. Ile could not help, liowever, auguring better

both for himself and the cause of potentates in general; The young village maid, when with flowers slıc dresses and it was the pleasure arising from these mingled anller dark flowing hair for some festival day,

ticipations that diffused such unusual satisfaction Will think of thy fate till, neglecting her tresses, through his features, and made his eyes shine out, like She mournfully turns from the mirror away. poppies of the desert, over the wide and lifeless wilder

ness of that countenance. Nor shall Iran, beloved of her hero! forget thee,- Having decided upon the poet's chastisement in this

Though tyrants watch over her tears as they start, manner, he thought it but humanity to spare him the Close, close by the side of that hero she 'll set thee, minor tortures of criticism. Accordingly, when they Embalm in the innermost shrine of her heart. assembled next evening in the pavilion, and Lalla

Rookh expected to see all the beauties of her bard met Farewell-be it ours to embellish thy pillow

away, one by one, in the acidity of criticism, like pearls With every thing beauteous that grows in the deep; in the cup of the Egyptian Queen,-he agreeably disapEach flower of the rock and each gem of the billow pointed her by merely saying, with an ironical smile, Shall swecten thy bed and illumine thy sleep. that the merits of such a poem deserved to be tried at

a much higher tribunal; and then suddenly passing off Around thee shall glisten the loveliest amber,

into a panegyric upon all Mussulman sovereigns, more That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept ;4 particularly his august and imperial master, AurungWith many a shell, in whose hollow-wreathed chamber, zebe, -the wisest and best of the descendants of Timur, We, Peris of Occan, by moonlight have slept. — who, among other great things he had done for man

kind, had given to him, Fadladeen, the very profitable We'll dive where the gardens of coral lie darkling, posts of Betel-Carrier and Taster of Sherbets to the And plant all the rosiest stems at thy head;

Emperor, Chief Holder of the Girdle of Beautiful We'll seek where the sands of the Caspian arc sparkling, Forms, and Grand Nazir, or Chamberlain of the And gather their gold to strew over thy bed.

Haram.

They were now not far from that forbidden river, 3 Farewell— farewell-uptil Pity's sweet fountain beyond which no pure Hindoo can pass; and were re

Is lost in the hearts of the fair and the brave, posing for a time in the rich valley of Hussun Ablaal, They 'll weep for the Chieftain who died on that moun which had always been a favourite resting-place of the : tain,

emperors in their annual migrations to Cashmere. They'll weep for the Maiden who sleeps in this wave. Here often had the Light of the Faith, Jehanguire, van

stered with his beloved and beautiful Nourmahal; and

here would Lalla Rookh have been happy to remain for The singular placidity with which Fadladeen had ever, giving up the throne of Bucharia and the world. listened, during the latter part of this obnoxious story, for Feramorz and love in this sweet lonely valley. The surprised the Princess and Feramorz exceedingly; and time was now fast approaching when she must see him even inclined towards him the hearts of these unsuspi- no longer, -or see him with eyes whose every look be cious young persons, who little knew the source of a longed to another; and there was a melancholy preromplacency so marvellous. The truth was, he had ciousness in these last moments, which made her heart been organizing, for the last few days, 1 most notable cling to them as it would to life. During the latter ; plan of persecution against the poet, in consequence of part of the journey, indeed, she had sunk into a deer soinc passages that had fallen from him on the second saxness, from which nothing but the presence of the

young minstrel could awake her. Like those lamps in • This wind (the Samoor) so softens the strings of luter, that ibeytomis, which only light up when the air is adınitta, con never be tunel while it lasts.-STOTREX'. Persia.

it was only at his approach that her eyes became smiling i • One of the greatest iuriosities found in the Persian Gulf is a fish whicle the English call star-Fish. It is circular, wod at night sery lu

and animated. But here, in this dear valley, every mo- i minous, resembling the full moon surrounded by rays. - Mraza Asu

• The application of ships or roda.. -Depone. ? For a recription of the merriment of the date-time, of their work, ? Kumrpen mentions such an officer om ing the attendants ef thr their dancer, aod their retura bome from the palm-proses at the end King of Persia, and calls him formr corporis estimator.. of autumu with the fruits, see KEMPFEH, Amanitat. Erot.

ness was, at suited periode, to measure the ladies of the larıma Sume naturalists hasr imagined that amber is a condiction of the stort of repolamon-girdle, whose limits it was not thought gravefat a tears of birds. See TREVOUI, CHAMBERS.

ercent. Tiany of them outgrow this standard of shape, thry en 3. The bay Kieselarke, bichi is otherwise called the Gallia liats indueel lang abstinence till obeyime withia iti bounds. tbe sand wheteur slisis JS.STAMY.

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ment was an age of pleasure ; she saw him all day, and Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear was, therefore, all day happy,-resembling, she often As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave? thought, that people of Zinge, who attribute the unfading cheerfulness they enjoy to one genial star that Oh! to see it at sunset, when warm o'er the lake rises nighty over their heads."

Its splendour at parting a summer eve throws, The whole party, indeed, seemed in their liveliest Like a bride full of blushes, when lingering to take mood during the few days they passed in this delightful A last look of her mirror at night ere she goes! solitude. The young attendants of the Princess, who When the shrines through the foliage are gleaming half were here allowed a freer range than they could safely be shown, indulged with in a less sequestered place, ran wild among And each hallows the hour by some rites of its own. the gardens, and bounded through the meadows, lightly Here the music of prayer from a minaret swells, as young roes over the aromatic plains of Tibet. While Here the Magian his urn full of perfume is swinging, Fadladeen, besides the spiritual comfort he derived And here, at the altar, a zone of sweet bells from a pilgrimage to the tomb of the saint from whom Round the waist of some fair lodiau dancer is ringing.' the valley is named, had opportunities of gratifying, in a Or to see it by moonlight,--when mellowly shines small way, his taste for victims, by putting to death The light o'er its palaces, gardens and shrines; some hundreds of those unfortunate lide lizards, When the water-falls gleam like a quick fall of stars, which all pious Mussulmans make it a point to kill; And the nightingale's lymn froin the Isle of Cheuars taking for granted, that the manner in which the crea- Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet ture hangs its head is meant as a mimicry of the atti- From the cool, shining walks where the young people tude in which the faithful say their prayers.

About two miles from Hussun Abdaul were those Or at morn, when the magic of daylight awakes royal gardens, which had grown beautiful under the A new wonder each minute, as slowly it breaks, care of so many lovely eyes, and were beautiful still, Hills, cupolas, fountains, call'd forth every one though those eyes could see them no longer. This place, Out of darkness, as they were just born of the Sun,with its flowers and its holy silence, interrupted only when the Spirit of Fragrance is up with the day, by the dipping of the winys of birds in its marble From his Haram of night-flowers stealing away; basins filled with the pure water of those bills, was to And the wind, full of wantonness, woos like a lover, Lalla Rookh all that her heart could fancy of fragrance. The young aspen-treesa till they tremble all over.-coolness, and almost heavenly tranquillity. As the When the east is as warm as the light of first hopes, Prophet said of Damascus, « it was too delicious ;»-- And Day with his banner of radiance unfurld, and here, in listening to the sweet voice of Feramorz, Shines in through the mountainous : portal that opes, or reading in his eyes what yet he never dared to tell Sublime, from that valley of bliss to the world! ker, the most exquisite moments of her whole life were passed. One evening, when they had been talk- But never yet, by night or day, ing of the Sultana Nourmahal,--the Light of the In dew of spring or summer's ray, Haram," who had so often wandered among these Did the sweet Valley shine so gay tlowers, and fed with her own hands, in those marble As now it shines-all love and light, basins, the small shining fishes of which she was so Visions by day and feasts by night! fond, 3--the youth, in order to delay the moment of A happier smile illumes each brow, separation, proposed to recite a short story, or rather With quicker spread each heart uncloses, shapsody, of which this adored Sultana was the he- And all is ecstacy,- for now roine. It related, he said, to the reconcilement of a Ti:e Valley holds its Feast of Roses. 4 sort of lovers' quarrel, which took place between her That joyous time, when pleasures pour and the Emperor during a Feast of Roses at Cashmere; Profusely round, and in their shower and would remind the Princess of that difference Hearts open, like the Season's Rose, between Haroun-al-Raschid and his fair mistress Ma- The flowret of a hundred leaves, 5 rida, which was so happily made up by the soft strains Expanding while the dew-fall flows, of the musician, Moussali. As the story was chietly And every leaf its balm receives! to be told ia song, and Feramorz had unluckily for- 'T was when the hour of evening came Golfen his owo lute in the valley, he borrowed the C'pon the Lake, serene and cool, vina of Lalla Rookl's liule Persian slave, and thus When Day had hid his sultry flame began :

Behind the palms of Baramonle: 6

When maids began to lift their heads, THE LIGHT OF THE HARAM.

Refresh d, from their embroider'd beds,

• Tied round ber waist the zone of bells, that sounded with ra

vishing melody.. --Song of Jayadeva, Who has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere,

1. The little les in the Lake of Cachemire are set with arbours With its roses, the brightest that earth ever gave,

4 4 and large-leaved aspen-trees, slender and tall..-Bunsten.

1. The Tuct Suliman, the same hestewed by the Mabemeaos on + The star Sobeil, or Canopus,

this bill, forms one side of a grand portal to the Lake.:--Fenstes. • Xoarmabal signifies Light of the Haram. She was afterwards

4. The Feast of Roses continues the whole time of tbeir remainalled Nourjelan, or the Light of the World.

ing in bloom..--See PIETRO PELA VALLE. See note, p. 40.

.. Gul sad berk, ibe Rose of a hundred leaves. I believe a par4. The rose of Kashmire, for its brillianey and delicacy of odour, ticular species,»--OUSBLEY. 13a loag been proverbul in the East..--Foaster

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Where they had slept the sun away,

Like those of Kathay utter'd music, and gave And waked to moonlight and to play.

An answer in song to the kiss of each wave! All were abroad-the busiest hive

But the gentlest of all are those sounds, full of feeling, On Bela's hills is less alive

That soft from the lute of some lover are stealing, When saffron beds are full in flower,

Some lover, who knows all the heart-touching power Than look'd the Valley in that hour.

Of a Jute and a sigh in this magical hour. A thousand restless torches play'd

Oh! best of delights, as it every where is, Through every grove and island shade;

To be near the loved One, -what a rapture is his, A thousand sparkling lamps were set

Who in moonlight and music thus sweetly may glide On every dome and minaret;

O'er the Lake of Cashmere, with that One by his side! And fields and pathways, far and near,

If woman can make the worst wilderness dear, Were lighted by a blaze so clear,

Think, think what a heaven she must make of Cashmere! That you could see, in wandering round, The smallest rose-lcaf on the ground.

So felt the magnificent son of Acbar,? Yet did the maids and matrons leave

When from power and pomp and the trophies of war Their veils at home, that brilliant eve;

He tlew to that Valley, forgetting them all And there were glancing eyes about,

With the Light of the Haram, his young Nourmahal. And cheeks, that would not dare shine out

When free and uncrown'd as the conqueror rored Jn open day, but thought they might

By the banks of that Lake, with his only beloved, Look lovely then, because 't was niglit!

Ile saw, in the wreatis she would playfully soatch And all were free, and wandering,

From the hedycs, a glory his crown could not match, And all exclaim'd to all they met

And preferr in his heart the least ringlet that curld That never did the summer bring

Down her exquisite neck to the throne of the world! So gay a Feast of Roses yet:The moon had never shed a light

So clear as that which bless'd them there; There's a beauty for ever unchangingly bright, The roses ne'er shone half so bright,

Like the long, sunny lapse of a summer day's light, Nor they themselves look'd half so fair, Shining on, shining on, by no shadow made tender, And what a wilderness of flowers!

Till love falls asleep in its sameness of splendour. It seem'd as though from all the bowers

This was not the beauty-oh! nothing like this And fairest fields of all the year,

That to young Nourmahal gave such magic of bliss; The mingled spoil were scatter d here.

But that loveliness, ever in motion, which plays
The Lake, too, like a garden breathes

Like the light upon autumn's soft shadowy days,
With the rich buds that o'er it lic, -

Now here and now there, giving warmth as it tlies As if a shower of fairy wreaths

From the lips to the cheek, from the check to the eyes. Dad fallen upon it from the sky!

Now melting in mist and now breaking in gleams, And then the sounds of joy,- the beat

Like the glimpses a saint hath of heaven in his dreams!
Of tabors and of dancing feet;-

When pensive, it seem'd as if that very grace,
The minaret-cryer's chaunt of glee

That charm of all others, was born with her face,
Sung from his lighted gallery, ?

And when angry;--for even in the tranquillest climes
And answered by a ziraleet

Light breczes will ruffle the blossoms sometimes-
From neighbouring Haram, wild and sweet ;- The short, passing anger but seemd to awaken
The merry laughter, echoing

New beauty, like flowers that are sweetest when shaken.
From gardens, wliere the silken swing

If tenderness touch'd lier, the dark of her eye
Wafts some delighted girl above

At once took a darker, a heavenlier dye,
The top leaves of the orange grove;

From the depth of whose shadow, like holy revealings,
Or, from those infant groups at play

From innermost shrines, came the light of her feelings! Among the tents 3 that line the way,

Then her miri-oh! 't was sportive as ever took wing Flinging, unawed by slave or mother,

From the heart with a burst, like the wild-bird in springHandfuls of roses at each other!

Hurned by a wit that would fascinate sages, And the sounds from the Lake, -the low whispering Yet playful as Peris just loosed from their cages. 3 in boats,

While her laugh, full of life, without any control As they shoot through the moonlight;—the dipping But the sweet one of gracefulness, rung from her soul ;

And where it most sparkled no glance could discover, Aud the wild, airy warbling that every where floats In lip, check, or eyes, for slıc brightend all over,-Through the groves, round the islands as if all the like any fair lake that the breeze is upon, shores

When it breaks into dimples and laughs in the sun.

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'A place mentioned in the Toozek Jchangee.y or Men virs of 1. An oll commentator of the Chou-King says, the ancien her Jehotnquire, there there is an account of the beds of saltron flowers ing remarked that a current of water made some of the stones sex ahout Caslincie.

its bauls send forth a sound, they detached some of them, and, bein! 2. It is the custom among the soment to employ the Maazeen to charmed with the delightful sound they emitted, constrated K185 baunt from the gallery of the ocurest munurit, ubiib on that oris or musical instruments of them..-GAOSIER. sion is illuminated, and the women assernbird at the house respond ? Jebaoguire tus tbe son of the Great Acbar. at intervals with a ziralect or joyous chorus..-ItsaxLL,

* In the ware of the Dives with the Peris, wbenever the formet so At the keepions of the Feast of Roses, we beheld an inte took the latter prisoners, they shut them up in iron cages, and **** number of tents potatoed, with such a crowd of men, womer, boss, them on the boughest trees. Here they were visited by their camp and girls with musia, Janets nith. --Cent

***us, who bought then the borcest vdouis. -RICHARDS03.

Such, such were the peerless enchantments that gave Whose wings, though radiaot when at rest
Nourmahal the proud Lord of the East for her slave; Lose all their glory when he tlies!"
And though bright was his Haram,-a living parterre
Of the flowers of this planet--though treasures were Some difference, of this dangerous kind, -
there,

By which, though light, the links that bind
For which Soliman's self might have given all the store The fondest hearts may soon be riven;
That the navy from Ophir e'er wing'd to luis shore, Some shadow in love's summer heaven,
Yet dim before her were the smiles of them all,

Which, though a fleecy speck at first,
And the Light of his Haram was young Nourmahal! May yet in awful thunder burst;-

Such cloud it is, that now hangs over
But where is she now, this night of joy,

The heart of the Imperial Lover,
When bliss is every heart's employ?-

And far hath banishid from his sight
When all around her is so bright,

His Nourmahal, his Haram's Light!
So like the visions of a trance,

Hence is it, on this happy night,
That one might think, who came by chance

When Pleasure through the fields and groves
Into the vale this happy night,

Has let loose all her world of loves,
He saw that City of Delight

And every heart has found its own,
lo Fairy-land, whose streets and towers

He wanders, joyless and alone,
Are made of gems and light and flowers ! --

And weary as that bird of Thrace,
Where is the loved Sultana ? where,

Whose pinion knows no resting-place. »
When mirth brings out the young and fair,

Jo vain the loveliest cheeks and eyes
Does she, the fairest, hide her brow,

This Eden of the earth supplies
In melancholy sullness now!

Come crowding round-the cheeks are pale,
Alas-how light a cause may move

The eyes are dim-though rich the spot
Dissension between hearts that love!

With every flower this earth has got,
Hearts that the world in vain had tried,

What is it to the nightingale,
And sorrow but more closely tied;

If there his darling rose is not ? 3
That stood the storm when waves were rough, In vain the Valley's smiling throng
Yet in a sunny hour fall off,

Worship him as he moves along;
Like ships, that have gone down at sea,

He heeds them not--one smile of hers
When heaven was all tranquillity!

Is worth a world of worshippers.
A something, light as air-a look,

They but the Star's adorers are,
A word unkind or wrongly taken-

She is the Heaven that lights the star!
Oh! love, that tempests never shook,
A breath, a touch like this hath shaken.

Hence is it too that Nourmahal,
And ruder words will soon rush in

Amid the Inxuries of this hour,
To spread the breach that words begin :

Far from the joyous festival,
And eyes forget the gentle ray

Sits in her own sequester'd bower,
They wore in courtship's smiling day:

With no one near, to soothe or aid, And voices lose the tone that shed

But that inspired and wondrous maid, A tenderness round all they said ;

Namouna, the enchantress ;-one, Till fast declining, one by one,

O'er whom his race the golden Sun The sweetnesses of love are gone,

For unremember'd years has run, And hearts, so lately mingled, seem

Yet never saw her blooming brow Like broken clouds,--or like the stream,

Younger or fairer than it is now.
That smiling left the mountain's brow,

Nay, rather, as the west-wind's sigh
As though its waters ne'er could sever,

Freshens the flower it passes by,
Yet, ere it reach the plain below,

Time's wing but seem d, in stealing o'er,
Breaks into floods, that part for ever.

To leave her lovelier than before.

Yet on her smiles a sadness hung,
Oh you, that have the charge of Love,

And when, as oft, she spoke or sung
Keep him in rosy bondage bound,

Of other worlds, there came a light
As in the Fields of Bliss above

From her dark eyes so strangely bright,
He sits, with flowrets fetter'd round;- 3

That all believed nor man nor earth
Loose not a tie that round him clings,

Were conscious of Namouna's birth!
Nor ever let him use his wings;
For even an hour, a minute's flight
Will rob the plumes of half their light.

• Amang the birds of Tonquin is a species of gol Anch, which Like that celestial bird, --whose nest

singe so melodiously that it is called the Celestial Bird. Its wings. Is found beneath far Eastern skies,

when it is perebed, appear variegated with beautiful colours, but when 11 dies they lose all their splendour, -GROEIEN.

1. As thise birds on the Bosphorus are never known to rest, ibey * In the Malay language the same word signifies women and lowers. are called by the French les âmes damnées'.-DALLOWAT. • The capital of Shadukiam. See note, p. 28,

3. You may place a hundred handfuls of fragrant herbs and lovers * See the representaron of the Eastern Capod, presoned closely before the nightingale, yet he wishes not, in bus constant bcart, for round with wreaths of lovers, in Picaar's Ceremonies Religieuses. more than the sweet breath of his beloved rose..-JAMI.

All spells and talismans she knew,

From the great Mantra,' which around
The Air's sublimer Spirits drew,

To the gold gems, of Afric, bound
Upon the wandering Arab's arm,
To keep him from the Siliim's3 barm.
And she had pledged her powerful art,
Pledged it with all the zeal and heart
Of one who knew, though high her sphere,
What 'I was to lose a love so dear,
To find some spell that should recal
Her Selim's smile to Nourmahal!

Is call'd the Mistress of the Night,'
So like a bride, scented and bright,

She comes out when the sun's away.
Amaranths, such as crown the maids
That wander through Zamara's shades;?
And the white moon-flower, as it shows
On Serendib's high crags to those
Who near the isle at evening sail,
Scenting her clove-trees in the gale;
In short, all flowrets and all plants,

From the divine Amrita tree,3
That blesses Heaven's inhabitants

With fruits of immortality,
Down to the basili tuft, that waves
Its fragrant blossom over graves,

And to the humble rosemary,
Whose sweets so thanklessly are shed
To scent the deserts and the dead,
All in that garden bloom, and all
Are gather'd by young Nourmahal,
Who heaps her baskets with the flowers

And leaves, till they can hold no more,
Then to Namouna llies, and showers

Upon her lap the shining store.

"I was midnight-through the lattice, wreathed
With woodbine, many a perfume breathed
From plants that wake when others sleep,
From timid jasmine buds, that keep
Their odour to themselves all day,
But, when the sun-light dies away,
Let the delicious secret out
To every breeze that roams about;-
When thus Namouna : "T is the hour
That scatters spells on herb and flower,
And garlands might be gather'd now,
That, twined around the sleeper's brow,
Would make him dream of such delights,
Such miracles and dazzling sights
As Genii of the sun behold,
At evening, from their tents of gold
Cpou the horizon—where they play
Till twilight comes, and, ray by ray,
Their sunny mansions melt away!
Now, too, a chaplet might be wreathed
Of buds o'er which the moon las breathed,
Which worn by bier, whose love has stray'd,

Might bring some Perı from the skies,
Some sprite, whose very soul is made

Of tlowrels, breaths, and lovers' sighs,
And who miglit tell -—»

me,
for

me,»
Cricd Nourmahal, impatiently,
« Oh! (wine that wreath for me to-night.»
Then, rapidly, with foot as light
As the young musk-roe's, out she tlew
To cull cachi shining leaf that grew
Beneath the moonlight's hallowing beams
For this enchanted Wreath of Dreams.
Anemones and S-as of Gold,5

And new-blown lilies of the river,
And those sweet llowrets, that unfold

Their buds on Camadeva's quiier;" The tube-rose, with lier silvery liylit,

That in the Gardens of Malay

With what delight the Enchantress views
So many buds, bathed with the dews
And beams of that bless'd hour!- her glance

Spoke something, past all mortal pleasures,
As, in a kind of holy trance,

She hung above those fragrant treasures,
Bending to drink their balmy airs,
As if she mix'd her soul with theirs.
And t was, indeed, the perfume shed
From flowers and scented flame that fed
Her charmed life--for none bad e'er
Beleld her taste of mortal fare,
Nor ever in aught earthly dip,
But the morn's dew, lier roseate lip.
Filld with the cool inspiring smell,
The Enchantress now begins her spell,
Thus singing, as she winds and waves
In mystic form the glittering leaves :

« For

I know where the winged visions dwell

Thit around the night-bed play;
I koow each herb and flowret's bell,
Where they hide their wings by day.

Then hasten we, maid,

To twine our braid,
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.

'. He is said to have found the great Martrii, spell or talisman

1. The Malayans style the tube-rose (Poliaothes tuberosa) sel! througle shiete le ruled over the elements and spirits of all denomi

Malam, or the Mistress of the Night. - PENNANT. nat), „WILI ORD.

2. The people of the Balla country in Sumatra (of which Zamara i :. lhe gold jewels of Jinnie, which are called by the Arabs El

one of the ancient names), when not engaged in var, lead an idi. Irun, from the surront d charm they contain,s- JACKSON.

inactive life, passing the day " playing on a kind of Autr, Top 4 1. A demon, s'ipposed to hauut Foods, etc. in a luman shape.

*atli gurauds of loseis, among rich the globe-y maranthus, & batir. RAUDSON

of the country, mostly prerails.o-Messbex. ! The name of Jelanggaire before his arression to the throne, 3 The large and real sunt (of the Junku or rose-apple) is call

5.- Omsugara, or the sea of Gold, with Boxers of the brightest | Amrita or immortal, and the nigthologists of Tibet apply itar 9. Gold colour.. --SIR W. Jonke.

kord to a celestial aree, bearing ambrosial fruit..-SIB W. Jones. 6 « This tree (the Nagyseesara) is one of the most delightful on earth,

• Sucet Basil, called Mayban, in Persia, and generally found in and the delimous odour of its blossoma juilly genes them a place in

churab-yards, the quiver ut Camadeva, or the Gud of Love,.-I.

s. In the Great Desert are found many stalks of laveader se TOstmary.-tsal hie's

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