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England?t “ Doth he brush his hat o'mornings?" “ Hath any man seen him at the bar ber's?” “ Has he a good leg, and a good foot, and money enough in his purse?” Then he may match with his kindred, though Adam's daughters are his sisters. He may dance the “ Scotch jig” of “ wooing, wedding, and repenting,” and not be awed from “ the career of his humour,” by it quips, and sentences and paper bullets of the brain.”,.
For my single self, Mr. Oldschool, “ I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much another man is a fool, when he dedicates his behaviours to love, will, after he hath laughed at such follies in others, become the argument of his own scorn by falling in love.” « May 1,”—“ parcus cultor et infrequens,”—“ may I be so converted and see with these eyes? I cannot tell; I think not: I will not be sworn, but love may transform me into an oyster."Surely my old friend, Benedict, is not about to“ seek a charm for the tooth-ache,” among the girls of New England, after-studying eight or nine wise words” for the private ear of an “ old seignor." It cannot be so;" he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string, and the little hang-man dare not shoot at him.” If, however, he has set out on this adventure, I hope he will not return“ unkis. sed;"_" let him erect his own tomb ere he dies;" “ live in his mistress' heart, die in her lap, and be buried in her eyes.” “ Man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.”
Wishing you, Mr. Oldschool, health, happiness and honour. I am,-neither “ a hawk, a horse or a husband,” but “ the letter that begins them all
+ The dowry of a New England wife is made from the profits of an onion patch, which is assigned to her for that purpose, and is cultivated by herown hands. Hence, that part of the farm is always found to be in the finest order.-See Travels in the United States, by Davis, Ash, Wells, kur,
Ep. P. F.
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PARADISE AND THE PERI.-From Lalla Rookh. By Thomas
Moore, Esq. ONE morn a Peri at the gate
That just then broke from morning's eyes, Of Eden stood, disconsolates
Hung hovering o'er our world's expense. And as she listend to the Springs Of Life within, like music flowing;
But whither shall the Spirit go And caught the light upon her wings
To find this gift for heav'n! I know Through the half-open portal glowing, • The wealth," she cries “ of every um, She wept to think her recreant race
“ In wbich unnamber'd rubies burn, Should e'er bave lost that glorious place! " Beneatb the pillars of Chilminar (0)
" I know where the Isles of Perfume are « How happy," exclaim'd this child of air, " Many a fathom down in the sea, « Are the holy Spirits who wander there,
" To the south of sun-bright Araby; () “ Mid Aowers ihat never shall fade or fall; " I know too where the Genji hid * Though mine are the gardens of earth and " The jewelld eup of their king Jamshid, () sea,
“ With Life's elixir sparkling high" And the stars themselves have flowers for me, “ But gifts like these are not for the sky, “ One blossom of Heaven out-blooms them * Where was there ever a gem that shone
“ Like the steps of Alla's wonderful Throne? “Though sunny the Lake of cool Cashmere, “ And the Drops of Life-oh! what would " With its plane-tree Isle reficeted clear, (*)
they be " And sweetly the founts of that Valley fall; * In tlie boundless deep of Eternity
Though bright are the waters of Sing-su-hay, " And the golden floods that thitherward While thus she musd, her pinions fanns stray, (+)
The air of that sweet Indian land, Yet-oh 'tis only the Blest can say
Whose air is balm; whose ocean spreads “ How the waters of Heaven outshine them all! O'er coral banks and amber beds;
Whose mountains, pregnant by the beam " Go, wing thy flight from star to star,
of the warm sun, with diamonds teen; " From world to luminous world, as far
Whose rivulets are like rich brides, “As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Lovely, with gold beneath their tides; # Take all the pleasures of all the spberes, Whose sandal groves, and bowers of spice “And multiply each through endless years, Might be a Peri's Paradise! “ One minute of Heaven is worth them all!" But crimson now her rivers ran
With human blood-the smell of death The glorious Angel, who was keeping
Came reeking from those spiey bowers, The gates of light, be held her weeping,
And man, the sacrifice of man, And, as she nearer drew and listend
Mingled his taint with every breath To her sad song, a teardrop glisten'd
Upwafted from the innocent flowers! Within his eye-lids, like the spray
Land of the Sun what fout invades From Eden's fountain, when it lie's
Thy Pagocis and thy pillar'd shadesOn the blue flowor, which-Bramins sar
Thy cavern sbrines, and Idol stones, Blooms no where but in Paradise!
Thy Monarchs and their thousand Thrones? « Nymple of a fair, but erring line!"
'Tis He of Gazna (**)-fierce in wrath Gently he said" One hope is thine.
He comes, and India's diadems « 'Tis written in the Book of Fate,
Lie seatter'd in his ruinous path."The Peri yet may be forgiven
His blood-hounds he adorns with gems, “ W'ho brings to this Eternal Gate
Torn from the violated necks * The GI that is most dear to Heaven!
Of niany a young and lov Sultana; (tt “Go, seek it, and recieem thy sin;
Maidens, within their pure Zenana, “ 'T'is sweet to let the Pardon'd in!"
Priests in the very fane he slaughters.
And choaks up with the glittering wreeks Rapidly as comets rtin
Of golden shrines the sacred waters!
(8) The Forty Pilars; so the Persians call the Flung at night from angel hands (+)
ruins of Persepolis. It is imagined by them At those dark and daring sprites,
that this palace and the edifices at Balbee, Who would climb th' empyreal heights,
were built by Gepii. for the purpose of hiding Down the blue vault the Peri flies
in their subterranicous caverns, immense tra And, lighted earthward by a glance
sures, which still remain there.-D' Heródot.
Volney. “Numerous small islands emerge from ( * The Isles of Panchaia." the Lake of Cashmere. One is called Char (*) " The cup of Jamshid, discovered, they Chenaur, from the plane-trees upon it."-Fors. say, when digging for the foundations of Perter.
sepolis."-Richardson b) “The Altan Kol, or Golden River of Ti. (*) Mahmoud of Gazna, or Glizni, who bet, which runs into the Lakes of Sin-hu-say, conquered India in the beginning of the lith has abundance of gold in its sands, which em century.-7. bis History in Dow and Sir J. Mol ploys the inhabitants all the summer in gath colm. ering it."-Description of Tibet in Pinkerton. (++ “It is reported that the hunting egas.
(1) * The Mahometans suppose that falling page of the Sultan Mahmoud was so magaidsters are the fire brands where with the good an- cent, that he kept 400 grey hounds and blood gels drive away the bad, wben they approach hounds, each of which wore a collac set with too near the empyreum or verge of the Hea- Jewels, and :1 covering edged with gold and veps."-Fryer.
pearls."-Universal Nistory, vol. fi
Downward the Peri turns her gaze,
Alone, beside lijs native river
And the last arrow in bis quiver. * Live," said the Conqueror "live to share The trophies and the erownis I bear!" Silent that youthful warrior stoodSilent he pointed to the floor, All crunson with his country's blood, Then sent his last remaining dart, For answer, to the Invader's heart.
False New the shaft, though pointed well-
And when the rush of war was past,
or morning light, she caught the lastLast glorious drop his heart had shed, Betore its free-born spirit fled!
Who could have thought, that saw this night
Those valleys and their fruits of gold
Languiüly their leaf-crown'd heads,
Warns them to their silken beds: (9)
Bathing their beauties in the lake. That they may rise more fresh and bright,
When their beloved Sun's awake;-
Amid whose fairy loneliness
Upon a column motionless
Which, full of bloom and freshness then,
And ne'er will feel that sun again!
Wo to the half lead wretch, who meets
Amid the darkness of the streets!
which cultures roul a prins (it) alks'
Only itchen at se turn awesht sleeps
" Be this," she cried, as she wing'd her flight, * My welcome gif; at the Gates of Light.
Though foul are he drops that oft distil * On the field of warfare, blood like this,
* For Liberty shed, so holy is, ** It would not stain the pur st rill
" That sparkles ainon the Bowers of Bliss! * Oh! if therri be, on this earthly sphere, “A boon, an otti ning licaven holds dear, * 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws * From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her
cause!" * Sweet," said the Angel, as she gave
The gift into his radiant hand, ** Sweet is our welcome of the Brave
“ Who die thus for their native Land. " But see-alas! the crystal bar * Of Eden moves not-holier far " Than e'en this drop the boon must be, " That opes the Gates of Heaven for thee.” Her first fond hope of Eden blighted,
Now among Afric's Lunar Mountains. (*)
And sleeh'd her plumage at the fountains
Her grots, and sepulchres of Kings (1)
To watch the moonlight on the wings
"Poor race of Men!" said the pityirag Spirit,
“Dearly ye pay for your primal Fall" Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inberit, “But the trail of the Serpent is over them
all!" She wept-the air grew pure and clear
Around ler, as the bright drops ran; For there's a magic in each tear
Such kindly spirits weep for man!
Just then beneath some orange trees,
Close by the Lake, she heard the moan Of one who, at this silent hour
Had thither stol'n to die alone.
The Mountains of the Moon, or the Montes Lunæ of antiquity, at the foot of which the Nile is supposed tu arisc.-Bruce.
(+) The Nile, which the Abyssinians know by the names of Abey and Alawy or the Giant. -Asiat. Research. vol. i. p. 387.
(t) V. Perry's View of the Levant for an ao count of the sepulchres in Upper Thebes, and the numberless grots, covered all over with hieroglyphics in the mountains of Upper Egypt.
0 The orchards of Rosetta are filled with turtle doves.-Sonnini.
(ID) Savary meatiwis the pelicans upon Lake Moris.
(5) The superb date-tree, whose head Jan. guidly reclines, like that of a handsome woman overcome with sleep.-Dufard et Hadad.
(tt) That beautiful bird, with plumage of the finest shining blue, with purple beak and legs, the natural and living ornament of the temples and palaces of the Greeks and Romans, which from the stateliness of its port, as well as the brilliancy of its colours, has obtained the title of Sultana.--Sonnini.
(+1) Jackson speaking of the plague that oc. curred in West Barbary, when he was there, $ys, " The birds of the air fled away from the abodes of men. The hyænas, on the contrary, yisited the cemeteries," &e.
One who in life, where'er be mov'd,
Drew after him the hearts of many; Yet now, as though he ne'r were loy'd,
Dies here unseen, unwept by any!
The fire that in his bosom lies
Which shines so cool before his eyes.
To speak the last, the parting word, Which, when all other sounds decay,
Is still like distant music heard. That tender farewell on the shore of this rude world, when all is o'er, Which cheers the spirit, ere its bark Puts off into the unknown Dark.
Deserted youth! one thought alone
Shed joy around his soul in death-
Was safe from this foul midnight's breath;
But see,- who yonder comes by stealth,
This melancholy bower to seek,
With rosy gifts upon her cheek?
He knew his own betrothed bride, She, who would rather die with bim,
Than live to gain the world beside! Her arms are round her lover now,
His livid cheek to hers she presses,
In the cool lake her loosen'd tresses.
Those gentle arms, that were to him
of Eden's infant cherubim!
“The blessed air, that's breath'd by thee; * And, whether on its wings it bear
“ Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me! * There-drink my tears, while yet they fall
" Would that my bosom's blood were balm, “And well thou know'st, I'd shed it all,
" To give thy hiow one minute's calm. "Nay, turn not from me that dear face
6 Am I not thine-th; own lov'd bride "The one, the chosen one, whose place,
* In life or death is by thy side! " Think'st thou that she, whose only light,
* In this dim world, from thee huth shuone, * Could bear the long, the cheerless night,
“ That must be hers, when thou art gone? 4 That I can live, and let thee go, “ Who art my life itself? No, no, * When the stem dies, the leaf that grew * Out of its heart must perish too! ü Then turn to me, my own love, turn, * Before like thee I fade and burn; * Cling to these ret cool lips, and share * The last pure life that lingers there!" She fails, she sinks; as dies the lamp An charnel airs or cavern-damp, So quickly do bis baleful sighs Quench all the sweet light of her eyes!
One struggle; and his pain is past;
Her lover is no longer living! One kiss the maiden gives, one last,
Long kiss, which she expires in giving! “ Sleep,” said the Peri, as softly she stołe The farewell sigh of that vanishing soul, As true as e'er warmd a woman's breast; “Sleep on, in visions of odour rest, “ In balmier airs than ever yet stirrd " Th'enchanted pile of that holy bird, “ Who sings at the last his own death lay 1) “ And in music and perfume dies away!" Thus saying, from her lips she spread
Unearthly breathings through the place;
Such lustre o'er each paly face,
Upon the eve of dooins day takes
While that benevolent Peri beam'd
Watch o'er them, till their souls would waken! But morn is blushing in the sky;
Again the Peri soars above,
Of pure, self-sacrificing love.
The Elysiau palm she soon will win,
Smil'd as she gave that offering in; And she already hears the trees
of Eden, with their crystal bells Ringing in that ambrosial breeze
That from the Throne of Alla swells; And she can see the starry bowls
That lie around that lucid lake, Upon whose banks adınitted Souls
Their first sweet draught of glory take!(3) But ah! e'en Peri's hopes are vainAgain the Fates forbade, again The immortal barrier cloyd- not yet" The Angel said, as, with regret, He shut from her that glimpse of glory" True was the maiden, and her story, “ Written in light o'er Alla's bead, “By seraph eyes shall long be read. “But Però, see-the crystal bar * Of Eden mores not-holier far “Thian e'en this sigh the boon must be " That opes the Gates of Heav'n for thee." Now, upon Syria's land of roses(3) Sofuy the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted Lebanon, Whose head in wintry grandeur towers,
And whitens with eternal slett, While sunimer in a vale of flowers
Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
(1)“ In the East, they suppose the Phænis to have fifts orifices in his bill, which are con tinued to his tail: and that, after living de thousand years, he builds himself a funeral pile, sings a melodious air of different karto nies through his fifty organ-pipes, ftaps bis wings with a velocity which sels fire to the wood, and consumes himself."- Richardson.
(2) “On the shores of a quadrangular leke stand a thousand goblets, made of stars, out of which souls predestined to enjoy felicity drint the crystal wave.-From Chateaubriand's De scription of the Mahometan Paradise, in his Beauties of Christianity.
(3) Richardson thinks that Syria had its name from Suri, a beautiful and delicate species of rose, for which that country, has been alway famous;-hence, Suristan), the Land of Rosa
Sullenly fierce a mixture dire,
To one, who look'd from upper air O'er all the enchanted regions there, How beauteous must have been the glow, The life, the sparkling from below! Fair gardens, shining streams, with ranks Of golden melons on their banks, More golden where the sun-light falls; Gay lizards, glittering on the walls(4) or ruin'd shrines, busy and bright As they were all alive with light; And yet more splendid, numerous flocks of pigeons, settling on the rocks, With their rich restless wings, that gleam Variously in the crimson beam of the warm west, as if inland With brilliants from the mine or made or tearless rainbows, such as span The unclouded skics of Peristan! And then-the mingling sounds that come, Of shepherds' ancient reed(5), with hum of the wild bees of Palestine,
Banquetting through the flowery vales;And Jordan, those sweet banks of thine,
And woods so full of nightingales!
Yet tranquil now that man of crime,
Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,
Encounter morning's glorious rays.
But nought can charm the luckless Peri;
Flinging their shadows from on high, Like dials, which the wizard Time,
Had rais'd to count bis ages by!
But hark! the vesper call to prayer,
As slow the orb of day-light sets,
From Syria's thousand minarets!
Kneels, with his forehead to the south,
Frord purity's own cherub mouth, And looking, while his hands and eyes Are lifted to the glowing skies, Like a stray babe of Paradise, Just lighted on that flowery plain, And seeking for its home again! Oh 'twas a sight-that Heav'n-that Child-e. A scene, which might have well beguild E'en haughty Eblis of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by!
Yet haply there may lie conceald
Beneach those Chambers of the Sun, Some amulet of gems, anneal'd In upper fires, some tablet seal'd
With the Great Name of Solomon,
Which, spellid by her illumin'd eyes, May teach her where, beneath the moon, In earth or ocean lies the boon, The charm, that can restore so soon,
An erring Spirit to the skies!
And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there-while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace! “There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones- thou blessed child! “When young and haply pare as thou, “ I look'd and pray'd Gke thee-but now" He hung his head-each pobler aim
And bope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's bour, that instant came
Fresh o'er him, and he wept-he wept!
Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither;
Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven,
Nor have the gokien bowers of Even In the rich West began to wither:-When, o'er the vale of Balbeck winging
Slowly, she sees a child at play,
As rosy and as wild as they;
From his hot steed, and on the brink or a small immaret's rustic fount
Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift bis haggard brow he turn'd
To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath day-beam burn'd
Upon a brow more fierce than that
Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. “ There's a drop," said the Peri," that down
- from the moon “ Falls through the withering airs of June * Upon Egypt's land, (8) of so healing a power, “So balmy a virtue, that e'en in the hour * I hat drop descends, contagion dies, “And health reanimates earth and skies! Oh, is it not thus, thou man of sin,
The precious tears of repentance fall? “ Though foul thy fiery plagues within,
* One heavenly drop bath dispell them all! And now-bebold him kneeling there By the child's side in humble prayer,
(4)" The number of lizards I saw one day in the great court of the Temple of the sun at Bola bec, amounted to many thousands; the ground, the walls and stones of the ruined buildings, were covered with them."-Bruce.
(5) The Syrinx or Pan's pipe is still a pastoral instrument in Syria.-Russel.
(6) The Temple of the Sun at Balbec.
(7) " You behold there a considerable number of a remarkable species of beautiful insects the ele. gance of whose appearance and their attire procured for them the name of Damsels."--Sonnini.
(8) The Nucta, or Miraculous Drop, which falls in Egypt precisely on St. John's day, in June, and is supposed to have the effect of stopping be plague.