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Downward the Peri turns her gaze,
Alone, beside lijs rative river-
And the last arrow in bis quiver.
And when the rush of war was past,
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. (*)
And sleeh'd her plumage at the fountains
Her grots, and sepulchres of Kings (1)
To watch the moonlight on the wings
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
Languidly their leaf-crown'd heads,
Warns them to their silken beds: (9)
Bathing their beauties in the lake
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 halfti ad wretch, who meets
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;
Such kindly spirits weep for man!
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.
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
Which shines so cool before his eyes.
To speak the last, the parting word,
Is still like distant music heard.
Shed joy around his soul in death-
Was safe from this foul midnight's breath;
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,
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 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?
Cling to these yet cool lips, and share
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,
Such lustre o'er each paly face,
Upon the eve of doeins-day iaken
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, 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,
Their first sweet draught of glory take!(3)
By seraph eyes shall long be read.
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
The unclouded skies of Peristan!
Banquetting through the flowery vales;And Jordan, those sweet banks of thine,
And woods so full of nightingales!
Flinging their shadows from on high,
Had rais'd to count bis ages by!
Beneath those Chambers of the Sun,
Which, spell’d by her illumiu'd eyes,
An erring Spirit to the skies!
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,
As rosy and as wild as they;
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,
Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,
Encounter morning's glorious rays.
As slow the orb of day-light sets,
From Syria's thousand minarets!
Kneels, with his forehead to the south,
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
* To thee, sweet Eden! how dark and sad
“ 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,
My feast is now of the Touba 1're (1)
“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.
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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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