any thing else, except, perhaps, him who related it, hurried on through this scene of splendour to her pavilion,-greatly to the mortification of the poor artists of Yamtcheou,—and was followed with equal rapidity by the Great Chamberlain, cursing, as he went, that ancient Mandarin, whose parental anxiety in lighting up the shores of the lake, where his beloved daughter had wandered and been lost, was the origin of these fantastic Chinese illuminations."

Without a moment's delay, young FERAMORZ was introduced, and FADLADEEN, who could never make up his mind as to the merits of a poet till he knew the religious sect to which he belonged, was about to ask him whether he was a Shia or a Sooni, when LALLA ROOKн impatiently clapped her hands for silence, and the youth, being seated upon the musnud near her, proceeded:

a «The vulgar ascribe it to an accident that happened in the family of a famous mandarin, whose daughter, walking one evening upon the shore of a lake, fell in and was drowned; this afflicted father, with his family, ran thither, and, the better to find her, he caused a great company of lanterns to be lighted. All the inhabitants of the place thronged after him with torches. The year ensuing they made fires upon the shores the same day; they continued the ceremony every year, every one lighted his lantern, and by degrees it commenced into a custom."-Present State of China.

PREPARE thy soul, young Azım!-thou hast braved The bands of GREECE, still mighty though enslaved; Hast faced her phalanx, armed with all its fame, Her Macedonian pikes and globes of flame; All this hast fronted, with firm heart and brow; But a more perilous trial waits thee now,— Woman's bright eyes, a dazzling host of eyes From every land where woman smiles or sighs; Of every hue, as Love may chance to raise His black or azure banner in their blaze; And each sweet mode of warfare, from the flash That lightens boldly through the shadowy lash,

To the sly, stealing splendours, almost hid,

Like swords half-sheathed, beneath the downcast lid;
Such, Azim, is the lovely, luminous host

Now led against thee; and, let conquerors boast
Their fields of fame, he who in virtue arms

A young, warm spirit against beauty's charms,
Who feels her brightness, yet defies her thrall,
Is the best, bravest conqueror of them all.

Now, through the Haram chambers, moving lights And busy shapes proclaim the toilet's rites ;—

From room to room the ready handmaids hie,
Some skilled to wreathe the turban tastefully,
Or hang the veil, in negligence of shade,
O'er the warm blushes of the youthful maid,
Who, if between the folds but one eye shone,

Like SEBA'S QUEEN, could vanquish with that one:a—
While some bring leaves of Henna, to imbue
The fingers' ends with a bright roseate hue,"
So bright, that in the mirror's depth they seem
Like tips of coral branches in the stream:
And others mix the Kohol's jetty dye,

To give that long, dark languish to the eye,

Which makes the maids, whom kings are proud to cull

From fair Circassia's vales, so beautiful.

All is in motion ;-rings and plumes and pearls
Are shining everywhere:-some younger girls

a «Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes.”—Sol. Song. b«They tinged the ends of her fingers scarlet with Henna, so that they resembled branches of coral."-Story of Prince Futtun in Bahardanush.

c«The women blacken the inside of their eyelids with a powder named the black Kohol."-Russel.

"None of these ladies," says Shaw, "take themselves to be completely dressed, till they have tinged the hair and edges of their eyelids with the powder of lead ore. Now, as this operation is performed by dipping first into the powder a small wooden bodkin of the thickness of a quill, and then drawing it afterwards through the eyelids over the ball of the eye, we shall have a lively image of what the Prophet (Jer. iv. 30) may be supposed to mean by rending the eyes with painting. This practice is no doubt of great antiquity: for besides the instance already taken notice of, we find that where Jezebel is said (2 Kings ix. 30) to have painted her face, the original words are she adjusted her eyes with the powder of lead ore."-Shaw's Travels.

Are gone by moonlight to the garden-beds,

To gather fresh, cool chaplets for their heads;—
Gay creatures! sweet, though mournful, 'tis to see
How each prefers a garland from that tree

Which brings to mind her childhood's innocent day,
And the dear fields and friendships far away.
The maid of INDIA, blessed again to hold

In her full lap the Champac's leaves of gold,a
Thinks of the time when, by the GANGES' flood,
Her little playmates scattered many a bud
Upon her long black hair, with glossy gleam
Just dripping from the consecrated stream ;
While the young Arab, haunted by the smell
Of her own mountain flowers, as by a spell,-
The sweet Elcaya," and that courteous tree
Which bows to all who seek its canopy,-
Sees, called up round her by these magic scents,
The well, the camels, and her father's tents;
Sighs for the home she left with little pain,
And wishes ev'n its sorrows back again!

a «The appearance of the blossoms of the gold-coloured Campac on the black hair of the Indian women has supplied the Sanscrit Poets with many elegant allusions."-See Asiatic Researches, vol. iv.

b A tree famous for its perfume, and common on the hills of Yemen.— Niebuhr.

c Of the genus mimosa, "which droops its branches whenever any person approaches it, seeming as if it saluted those who retire under its shade."Niebuhr.

Meanwhile, through vast illuminated halls,
Silent and bright, where nothing but the falls
Of fragrant waters, gushing with cool sound.
From many a jasper fount, is heard around,
Young AZIM roams bewildered,-nor can guess
What means this maze of light and loneliness.
Here, the way leads, o'er tessellated floors
Or mats of CAIRO, through long corridors,
Where, ranged in cassolets and silver urns,
Sweet wood of aloe or of sandal burns;

And spicy rods, such as illume at night

The bowers of TIBET, send forth odorous light,
Like Peris' wands, when pointing out the road
For some pure Spirit to its blest abode:-

And here, at once, the glittering saloon

Bursts on his sight, boundless and bright as noon;
Where, in the midst, reflecting back the rays
In broken rainbows, a fresh fountain plays
High as th' enamelled cupola, which towers
All rich with Arabesques of gold and flowers:
And the mosaic floor beneath shines through
The sprinkling of that fountain's silvery dew,
Like the wet, glistening shells, of every dye,
That on the margin of the Red Sea lie.

a «Cloves are a principal ingredient in the composition of the perf'imed rods, which men of rank keep constantly burning in their presence.”—Turner's Tibet.