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Downward the Peri turns her gaze,
And, through the warfiekl's bloody baze
Beholds a youthful warrior stand,

Alone, beside lijs rative river-
The red blacle broken in his hand

And the last arrow in bis quiver.
"Live," said the Conqueror“ live to share
The trophies and the crowns I bear!".
Silent that youthful warrior stood-
Silent he pointed to the floor,
All crinson with his country's blood,
Then sent his last remaining dart,
For answer, to the Invader's heart.
False flew the shaft, though pointed well-
The Tyrant lived, the Hero fell!
Yet markd the Peri where he lay,

And when the rush of war was past,
Swiftly descending on a ray

of morning light, she caught the last Last glorious drop his heart hud sked, Betore its free-born spirit fled! "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 amon the Bowers of Bliss! * Oh! if ther.be, on this earthly sphere, “A boon, an oil ring licaven holds dear, * 'Tis the last tiba tion Liberty draws "From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her

cause!" * Sweci," 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. (*)
Far to the South, the Perilighted;

And sleeh'd her plumage at the fountains
or that Egyptian tide whose birth
Is hidden from the sons of earth,
Deep in those solitary woods,
Where oft the Genii of the Floods
Dance round the cradle of their Nile,
And bail the new-born Giant's smile! (T)
Thence, over Egypt's palmy groves,

Her grots, and sepulchres of Kings (1)
The exild Spirit sigining roves,
And now hangs listening to the doves
In warm Rosetta's vale ($)-110w loves

To watch the moonlight on the wings
Of the wbite pelicans that break
The azure cnlm of Mæris' Lake (1)
Twas a fair scene-a Land more bright

Never did mortal eye behold!

(*) The Mountains of the Moon, or the Montes Lunæ of antiquity, at the foot of which the Nile is supprsed tu arisc.-Bruce.

(t) The Nile, which the Abyssinians know by the names of Abey and Ala wy 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 pamberless grots, covered all over with bieroglyphics in the mountains of Upper Egypt.

The orchards of Rosetta are filled with turtle doves.-Sonnini.

(ID) Savary meations the pelicans upon Lake Moris.

Who could have thought, that saw this night

Those valleys and their fruits of gold
Basking in leav'n's serenest light;-
Those groups of lovely date-trees bending

Languidly their leaf-crown'd heads,
Like youthful maids, when sleep descending

Warns them to their silken beds: (9)
Those virgin lilies, all the night

Bathing their beauties in the lake
That they may rise more fresh and bright,

When their beloved Sun's awake;
Those ruind shrines and towers that seem
The relics of a splendid dream;

Amid whose fairy loneliness
Nought but the lap-wing's cry us beard,
Nought seen but (when the shadows flitting
Fast from the moon, unsheath its gleam)
Some purple-wing'd Sultana (tt) sitting

Upon a column motionless
And glitering, like an idol biret!
Who could have thought, that there, e'en there,
Amid those scenes so still and fair,
The Demon of the Plagrie hath cast
From his hot wing a deadlier blast,
More mortal far than ever came
From the red Desert's sands of flame!
So quick, that every living thing
Ot human shape, touch'd by his wing,
Like planos, where the Simoom hath past,
At once falls black and withering!
The sun went down on many a brow,

Which, full of bloom and freshness then,
Is rankling in the pest-house now,

And ne'er will feel that sun again!
And oh! to see th' unburied heaps
On which the lonely moonlight sleeps
The very vultures turn away,
And sicken at so toul a prey!
Only the fierce byæna stalks (11)
Throughout the city's desolate walks
At midnight, and his carnage plies-

Wo to the halfti ad wretch, who meets
The glaring of those large blue eyes (ID

Amid the darkness of the streets! "Poor race of Men!" said the pityirig 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 lier, as the bright drops ran;
For there's a inagic in each tear

Such kindly spirits weep for man!
Just then beneath some orange trees,
Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze
Were wantoning together, free,
Like age at play with infancy-
Beneath that fresh and springing bower

Close by the Lake, she heard the moan of one who, at this silent hour

Had thither stol'n to die alone.

(9) The superb date-tree, whose bead lan. guidly reclines, like that of a handsome woman overcome with sleep:-Dafard 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 Saltalia.-Sonnini.

(+1) Jackson speaking of the plague that oc. curred in West Barbary, when he was there, szy,

* The birds of the air fled away from the abodes of men. The hyænas, the contrary, yisited the cemeteries," &c.

(1) Bruce.

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'á,

Dies here unseen, unwept by any! None to watch near him-none

to slake
The fire that in his bosom lies
With e'en a sprinkle from that Lake,

Which shines so cool before his eyes.
No voice, well-known through many a day,

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-
That she, whom be for years had known
And lov'd, and might have call'd his own,

Was safe from this foul midnight's breath;
Safe in her father's princely balls,
Where the cool airs from fountain falls,
Freshly perfum'd by many a brand
of the sweet wood from India's land,
Were pure as whose brow they fann'd.
But see,—who yonder comes by stealth,

This melancholy bower to seek, Like a young envoy, sent by Health,

With rosy gifts upon her cheek? 'Tis she-far off, througb moonlight dim,

He knew his own betrothed bride, She, who would rather die with him,

Than live to gain the world besidelHer arms are round her lover now,

His livid cheek to hers she presses,
And dips, to bind his burning brow,

In the cool lake her loosen'd tresses.
Ah! once, how little did he think
An hour would come, when Ire should shrink
with horror from that dear embrace,

Those gentle arms, that were to him
Holy as is the cradling place

of Eden's infant cherubim!
And now he yields-now turns away,
Shuddering as if the venom lay
All in those proffer'd lips alone-
Those lips that, then so fearless grown,
Never until that instant came
Near his unask'd or without shame.
** Oh! let me only breathe the air,

* 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 hrow one minute's calí. * Nay, turn not from me that dear face

"Am I not thine-th; own lovd 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 hath shone, * 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!
" Then turn to me, my own love, turn,
* Before like thee I fade and burn;

Cling to these yet cool lips, and share
** The last pure life that lingers there!"
She fails, she sinks; as dies the lamp
In 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 stole The farewell sigh of that vanishing soul, As true as e'er warm'd 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,
And shook her sparkling wreath, and shed

Such lustre o'er each paly face,
That like two lovely saints they seem'd

Upon the eve of doeins-day iaken
From their dim graves, in odour sleeping;

While that benevolent Peri beam'd
Like their good ange), calmly keeping,

Watch o'er them, till their souls would waken! But morn is blushing in the sky;

Again the Peri soars above, Bearing to heav'n that precious sigh

of pure, self-sacrificing love. High ihrobb'd her heart, with hope elate,

The Elysian palm she soon will win, For the bright Spirit at the gate

Smild 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 Soals

Their first sweet draught of glory take!(3)
But ah! e'en Peri's hopes are vain-
Again the Fates forbade, again
The immortal barrier clos'd- 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 head,

By seraph eyes shall long be read.
“But Perì, see-the crystal bar
* Of Eden moves not-holier far
“ Tlian 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)
Softly 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 slext, While sunimer in a vale of Howers

Is sleeping rosy at his feet.

(1)" In the East, they suppose the Phænis to have fifty orifices in his bill, which are cor tinued to his tail: and that, after living eee thousand years, he builds himself a funeral pile, sings a melodious air of different kartus nies through his fifty organ-pipes, ftaps his wings with a velocity which sets fire to the wood, and consumes himself."-Richardsen.

(2) “On the shores of a quadrangular lake 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 always famous;-bence, Suristan, the Land of Rosci

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 inlaid
With brilliants from the mine or made
of tearless rainbows, such as span

The unclouded skies of Peristan!
And then-the mingling sounds that come,
Of shepherds' ancient reed(5), with huin
Of the wild bees of Palestine,

Banquetting through the flowery vales;And Jordan, those sweet banks of thine,

And woods so full of nightingales!
But nought can charm the luckless Peri;
Her soul is sad-her wings are weary-
Joy less she sees the sun look down
On that great Temple, once his own (6)
Whose lonely columns stand sublime,

Flinging their shadows from on high,
Like dials, which the wizard Time,

Had rais'd to count bis ages by!
Yet haply there may lie conceal'd

Beneath those Chambers of the Sun,
Some amulet of gems, anneal'd
In upper fires, some tablet seald
With the Great Name of Solomon,

Which, spell’d by her illumiu'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!
Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither;-

Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven,

Nor have the golden 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,
Among the rosy wild-flowers singing,

As rosy and as wild as they;
Chasing, with eager hands and eyes,
The beautiful blue damsel flies.(7)
That flutter'd round the jasmine stems,
Like winged flowers or flying gems:-
And, near the boy, who tir'd with play
Now nestling' mid the roses lay,
She saw a wearied man dismount

From his hot steed, and on the brink of a small immaret's rustie fount

Impatient Aling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turn'd

To the fair child, who feurless sat, Though never yet hath day-beam burn'd

Upon a brow more fierce than that

(4)The number of lizards I saw one day in the grent court of the Temple of the sun at Balbec, 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 remarkab species of beautiful insects the etegence of whose appearance and their attire procured for them the name of Damsels."--Sonnini.

Sullenly fiercema mixture dire,
Like thunder-clouds, of gloom and fire!
In which the Peri's eye could read
Dark tales of many a ruthless deed;
The ruind maid-the shrine profand-
Oaths broken-and the threshold stain'd
With blood of guests!-there written all
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen,
Ere Mercy weeps them out again!
Yet tranquil now that man of crime,
(As if the balmy evening time
Softend bis spirit,) look å and lay,
Watching the rosy infant's play:
Though still, whene'er his eye by chance
Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance

Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,
As torches, that have burnt all night
Through some impure and godless rité,

Encounter morning's glorious rays.
But hark! the vesper call to prayer,

As slow the orb of day-light sets,
Is rising sweetly on the air,

From Syria's thousand minarets!
The boy has started from the bed
of flowers, where he had laid his head,
And down upon the fragrant sod

Kneels, with his forehead to the south,
Lisping th' eternal name of God

From 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 Childe A scene, which might have well beguild E'en haughty Eblis of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! 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 like thee--but now" He hung his head-each publer aim

And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came

Fresh o'er him, and he wept-he wept! 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 toul thy fiery plagues within,

" One heavenly drop hath dispelld them all' And now-behold him kneeling there By the child's side in humble prayer,

(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 tbe plague.

While the same sun-benm shines upon
The guilty and the guiltless one,
And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven
The triumph of a Soul Forgiven!
'Twas when the golden orb had set,
While on their knees they linger'd yet,
There fell a light, more lovely far
Than ever eame from sun or star,
Upon the tear that, warm and meek
Dew'd that repentant sinner's cheek:
To mortal eye this light might seem
A northern Aash or meteor berm-
But well th' enraptur'd Peri knew
'Twas a bright smile the Angel threw
From Heaven's gate to hail that tear
Her harbinger of glory near!
" Joy, joy for ever! my task is done
“The Gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won!
"Oh! am I not happy! I am, I am-

* To thee, sweet Eden! how dark and sad
• Are the diamond turrets of Shadokiam (9)

“ And the fragrant bowers of Amberabad!

(9) The Country of Delight, the name of a Province in the kingdom of Jinnistan, or Fairy Land, the capital of which is called the city of

" Farewell, ye odours of Earth, that dię,
"Passing away like a lover's sigh-

My feast is now of the Touba 1're (1)
Whose scent is the breath of Etemity!
“Farewell ye vanishing flowers, that stione

“In my fairy wrath, so bright and briel“Oh what are the brightest that eer have

blown, " To the lote-tree, springing by Alla's Throne,

“ whose flowers have a soul in every leaf " Joy, joy for ever!--my task is done " The Gates are pass’d, and Hearn is won!" Jewels. Amberaded is another of the cities of Jinnistan

(1) The tree Tooba, that stands in Paradise, in the palace of Mahomet.-vide Sale's Prelim. Diss.- Toaba, says D'Herbelot, signifies beata tude, or eternal happiness.

(2) Mahomet is described, in the 534 Chapter of the Koran, as having seen the Angel Gabriel " by the lote-tree, beyond which there is no pas. sing: near it is the Garden of Eternal Abode. This tree, say the commentators, stands in the seventh Heaven, on the right hand of the Throne of God.

LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

The American Philosophical Society have in the press, another volume, of those disquisitions which they have published under the singular title of Transactions. The first five volumes being very scarce and difficult to be procured, the present will be called the first of a new series. All the pepers in this volume, have been read before the society, and have been selected for publication, by members appointed for that purpose. They will be found to be various in their subjects, and valuable in the augmentation which they will bring to the domestic stock of science.

Thomas R. Peters, Esq. of this city, is engaged in the compilation of Memoirs of the late Maj. Gen. Anthony Wayne-one of the most gallant among those who achieved our revolution. These memoirs will be com posed chiefly from papers, with which the author bas been furnished by the son of the deceased; but as many documents and anecdotes, illustrative of the services and character of Gen. Wayne, may be preserved among his cotemporaries, it is hoped that they may be freely contributed to Mr. Peters; that he may complete the landable task which he has undertaken. with justice to the subject and honour to himself.

Mr. Harrison Hall, of Philadelphia, has in the press a new edition, with additions and improvements, of his Distiller, which will be published before Christmas. The rapid sale of the last edition, and the opinions which have been publickly expressed, concerning the merits of this practical treatise, fully authorise us to nounce it as the standard book, on the subject of which it treats,

FOR

DECEMBER, 1817.

Embellished with a view of the City Hall at New-York, and an engraved

title-page.

CONTENTS. Correspondence.

LITERARY INTELLIGENCE. Life of sir James Mackintosh, 443 Montbel's Homer---Millin's Agrarius Denterville, or the Homer-Hazlewood's MirVictim of Discontent, 458

ror for Magistrates-OuvaAccount of the celebration of roffs Eleusinian Mysteries-

the Daupbin's birth-day in Remusats Rewards and PunPhiladelphia, in a letter from ishments among the ChiDr. Rush to

464 nese-Rivet's Literary HisLetter from Alexander Hamil

tory of France Gibbon's ton, esq. to the Marquis de

Miscellaneous Worksla Fayette,

469 Hunt's Rimini-Lady Mor. Letter from Gen. Washington gan's France-Wirt's Life

to the University of Pennsyl- of Henry-Good's Lectures vania,

470 -Greek Seminary--The Letter from Dr. John Ewing Arch Duke Charles on War

on Godfrey's Quadrant, 500 -Roche's Ponsonby--Dufief Epitaph on Tom Paine, 471 in London,

514 The Play at Venice,

472 An Author's Evenings—The The Deaf and Dumb,

525 Contrast - The Great Ser- Geraldine, (a ballad),

ib. pent-Epigramon G. Rose- Beattie's Hermit, in Italiaa, ib. The river Missouri-Popu- Nemorin to Estelle,

526 lation of Great Britain, 477 To her I love, Professor Cooper's Introduc- To Time,

ib. ry Lecture on Mineralo. The Blind Man's Lament, ib. 482 Signs of Love,

527 On the Philosophy of Criti- Address to Lord Byron, ib. cism, 505 The Departed Year,

528 On Blue Laws and Witches, 508 Lines written at Bristol, Baptism in Abyssinia, 511 Farewell,

ib. Manners of the Athenians, 513 Epigrain,

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