"And the Veil'd Bridegroom-hist! I've seen to

night

"What angels know not of-so foul a sight,

"So horrible-oh! never may'st thou see
"What there lies hid from all but hell and me!
"But I must hence-off, off-I am not thine,

"Nor Heav'n's, nor Love's, nor aught that is divine"Hold me not-ha!-think'st thou the fiends that

sever

"Hearts, cannot sunder hands ?-thus, then-for ever ?"

With all that strength, which madness lends the weak,

She flung away his arm; and, with a shriek,

Whose sound, though he should linger out more years
Than wretch e'er told, can never leave his ears-
Flew up through that long avenue of light,
Fleetly as some dark, ominous bird of night,
Across the sun, and soon was out of sight!

LALLA ROOKH could think of nothing all day but the misery of these two young lovers. Her gaiety was gone, and she looked pensively even upon FADLADEEN. She felt, too, without knowing why, a sort of uneasy pleasure in imagining that AzIM must have been just such a youth as FERAMORZ; just as worthy to enjoy all the blessings, without any of the pangs, of that illusive passion, which too often, like the sunny apples of Istkahar, is all sweetness on one side, and all bitterness on the other.

As they passed along a sequestered river after sunset, they saw a young Hindoo girl upon the bank, whose employment seemed to them so strange, that they stopped their palankeens to observe her. She had lighted a small lamp, filled with oil of cocoa, and placing it in an earthen dish, adorned with a wreath of flowers, had committed it with a trembling hand to the stream; and was now anxiously watch. ing its progress down the current, heedless of the gay cavalcade which had drawn up beside her. LALLA ROOKH was all curiosity;-when one of her attendants, who had lived upon the banks of the Ganges, (where this ceremony is so frequent that often, in the dusk of the evening, the river is seen glittering all over with lights, like the Oton-tala or Sea of Stars,) informed the Princess that it was the usual way in which the friends of those who had gone on dangerous voyages offered up vows for their safe return. If the lamp sunk immediately, the omen was disastrous; but if it went shining down the stream, and continued to burn till entirely out of sight, the return of the beloved object was considered as certain.

LALLA ROOKH, as they moved on, more than once looked back, to observe how the young Hindoo's lamp proceeded; and, while she saw with pleasure that it was still unextinguished, she could not help

fearing that all the hopes of this life were no better than that feeble light upon the river. The remainder of the journey was passed in silence. She now, for the first time, felt that shade of melancholy, which comes over the youthful maiden's heart, as sweet and transient as her own breath upon a mirror; nor was it till she heard the lute of FERAMORZ, touched lightly at the door of her pavilion, that she waked from the reverie in which she had been wandering. Instantly her eyes were lighted up with pleasure; and, after a few unheard remarks from FADLADEEN upon the indecorum of a poet seating himself in the presence of a Princess, every thing was arranged as on the preceding evening, and all listened with eagerness, while the story was thus continued:

WHOSE are the gilded tents that crowd the way,
Where all was waste and silent yesterday?
This City of War which, in a few short hours,
Hath sprung up here, as if the magic powers
Of Him who, in the twinkling of a star,
Built the high pillar'd halls of CHILMINAR,*
Had conjur'd up, far as the eye can see,

This world of tents, and domes, and sun-bright armory!

;=

Princely pavilions, screen'd by many a fold
Of crimson cloth, and topp'd with balls of gold;-
Steeds, with their housings of rich silver spun,
Their chains and poitrels glittering in the sun;
And camels, tufted o'er with Yemen's shells,
Shaking in every breeze their light-ton'd bells!

But yester-eve, so motionless around,
So mute was this wide plain, that not a sound
But the far torrent, or the locust bird+
Hunting among the thickets, could be heard;-
Yet hark! what discords now, of every kind,
Shouts, laughs, and screams are revelling in the wind;
The neigh of cavalry;-the tinkling throngs
Of laden camels and their drivers' songs;-
Ringing of arms, and flapping in the breeze
Of streamers from ten thousand canopies;-
War-music, bursting out from time to time
With gong and and tymbalon's tremendous chime;—
Or, in the pause, when harsher sounds are mute,
The mellow breathings of some horn or flute,

The edifices of Chilminar and Balbec are supposed to have been built by the Genii, acting under the orders of Jan ben Jan, who governed the world long before the time of Adam.

A native of Khorassan, and allured southward by means of the water of a fountain between Shiraz and Ispahan, called the Fountain of Birds, of which it is so fond that it will follow wherever that water is carried.

That far off, broken by the eagle note
Of th' Abyssinian trumpet,* swell and float!

Who leads this mighty army ?-ask ye "who?"
And mark ye not those banners of dark hue,
The Night and Shadow,+ over yonder tent?-
It is the CALIPH's glorious armament.
Rous'd in his Palace by the dread alarms,
That hourly came, of the false Prophet's arms,
And of his host of infidels, who hurl'd
Defiance fierce at Islam and the world;-
Though worn with Grecian warfare, and behind
The veils of his bright Palace calm reclin'd,
Yet brook'd he not such blasphemy should stain,
Thus unreveng'd, the evening of his reign,
But, having sworn upon the Holy Graves
To conquer or to perish, once more gave
His shadowy banners proudly to the breeze,
And with an army, nurs'd in victories,
Here stands to crush the rebels that o'er-run
His blest and beauteous Province of the Sun.

Ne'er did the march of MAHADI display
Such pomp before;-not ev'n when on his way
TO MECCA'S Temple, when both land and sea
Were spoil'd to feed the Pilgrim's luxury; ||
When round him, mid the burning sands, he saw
Fruits of the North in icy freshness thaw,

"This trumpet is often called in Abyssinia, nesser cano, which signifies the Note of the Eagle."-Note of Bruce's editor.

The two black standards borne by the Caliphs of the House of Abbas, were called, allegorically, The Night and The Shadow.-v. Gibbon.

The Mahometan Religion.

The Persians swear by the Tomb of Shah Besade, who is buried at Casbin; and when one desires another to asseverate a matter, he will ask him if he dare swear by the Holy Grave."-Struy.

|| Mahadi, in a single pilgrimage to Mecca, expended six millions of dinars of gold.