"Thou'lt think how well one Gheber loved,

"And for his sake thou'lt weep for all!

"But look

With sudden start he turned,

And pointed to the distant wave,

Where lights, like charnel meteors, burned
Bluely, as o'er some seaman's grave;
And fiery darts, at intervals,"

Flew up all sparkling from the main,
As if each star that nightly falls,

Were shooting back to heaven again.

"My signal lights!—I must away—
"Both, both are ruined if I stay.

"Farewell—sweet life! thou cling'st in vain—

“Now, Vengeance, I am thine again!"

Fiercely he broke away, nor stopped,

Nor looked-but from the lattice dropped
Down mid the pointed crags beneath,

As if he fled from love to death.

While pale and mute young HINDa stood,

Nor moved, till in the silent flood

A momentary plunge below

Startled her from her trance of woe ;

a "The Mameluks that were in the other boat, when it was dark, used to shoot up a sort of fiery arrows into the air, which in some measure resembled lightning or falling stars."-Baumgarten.

Shrieking she to the lattice flew,

"I come-I come-if in that tide

"Thou sleep'st to-night, I'll sleep there too, "In death's cold wedlock, by thy side. “O! I would ask no happier bed

"Than the chill wave my love lies under; "Sweeter to rest together dead,

"Far sweeter, than to live asunder!" But no-their hour is not yet come→→ Again she sees his pinnace fly, Wafting him fleetly to his home,

Where'er that ill-starred home may lie;

And calm and smooth it seemed to win

Its moonlight way before the wind, As if it bore all peace within,

Nor left one breaking heart behind!

THE Princess, whose heart was sad enough already, could have wished that FERAMORZ had chosen a less melancholy story; as it is only to the happy that tears are a luxury. Her Ladies, however, were by no means sorry that love was once more the Poet's theme; for, whenever he spoke of love, they said, his voice was as sweet as if he had chewed the leaves of that enchanted tree, which grows over the tomb of the musician, Tan-Sein."

Their road all the morning had lain through a very dreary country;-through valleys, covered with a low bushy jungle, where, in more than one place, the awful signal of the bamboo staff," with the white flag at its top, reminded

a "Within the enclosure which surrounds this monument (at Gualior) is a small tomb to the memory of Tan-Sein, a musician of incomparable skill, who flourished at the court of Akbar. The tomb is overshadowed by a tree, concerning which a superstitious notion prevails, that the chewing of its leaves will give an extraordinary melody to the voice."-Narrative of a Journey from Agra to Ouzein, by W. Hunter, Esq.

b❝It is usual to place a small white triangular flag, fixed to a bamboo staff of ten or twelve feet long, at the place where a tiger has destroyed a man. It is common for the passengers also to throw each a stone or brick near the spot, so that in the course of a little time a pile equal to a good wagon-load is collected. The sight of these flags and piles of stones imparts a certain melancholy, not perhaps, altogether void of apprehension.”—Oriental Field Sports, vol. ii.

the traveller, that in that very spot the tiger had made some human creature his victim. It was, therefore, with much pleasure that they arrived at sunset in a safe and lovely glen, and encamped under one of those holy trees, whose smooth columns and spreading roofs seem to destine them for natural temples of religion. Beneath this spacious shade, some pious hands had erected a row of pillars ornamented with the most beautiful porcelain, which now supplied the use of mirrors to the young maidens, as they adjusted their hair in descending from the palankeens. Here, while, as usual, the Princess sat listening anxiously, with FADLADEEN in one of his loftiest moods of criticism by her side, the young Poet, leaning against a branch of the tree, thus continued his story:

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a «The Ficus Indica is called the Pagod-Tree and Tree of Councils; the first, from the idols placed under its shade; the second, because meetings were held under its cool branches. In some places it is believed to be the haunt of spectres, as the ancient spreading oaks of Wales have been of fairies; in others are erected beneath the shade pillars of stone or posts, elegantly carved, and ornamented with the most beautiful porcelain to supply the use of mirrors."Pennant.