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through the streets groups of beautiful children went strewing the most delicious flowers around, as in that Persian festival called the Scattering of the Roses;' till every part of the city was as fragrant as if a caravan of musk from Khoten had passed through it. The Princess, having taken leave of her kind father, who at parting hung a cornelian of Yemen round her neck, on which was inscribed a verse from the Koran,—and having sent

Perpetual Lamp in her sister's tomb, meekly ascended the palankeen prepared for her; and, while Aurungzebe stood to take a last look from his balcony, the procession moved slowly on the road to Lahore.

In the eleventh year of the reign of Aurungzebe, Abdalla, king of the Lesser Bucharia, a lineal descendant from the Great Zingis, having abdicated the throne in favour of his son, set out on a pilgrimage to the shrine of the Prophet; (1) and, passing into India through the delight-a considerable present to the Fakirs, who kept up the ful valley of Cashmere, rested for a short time at Delhi on his way. He was entertained by Aurungzebe in a style of magnificent hospitality, worthy alike of the visitor and the host, and was afterwards escorted with the same splendour to Surat, where he embarked for Arabia. During the stay of the royal pilgrim at Delhi, a marriage was agreed upon between the prince, his son, and the youngest daughter of the emperor, Lalla Rookh; -a | princess described by the poets of her time, as more beautiful than Leila, (2) Shirine, (3) Dewilde, (4) or any of those heroines whose names and loves embellish the songs of Persia and Hindostan. It was intended that the nuptials should be celebrated at Cashmere; where the young king, as soon as the cares of empire would permit, was, to meet, for the first time, his lovely bride, and, after a few months' repose in that enchanting valley, conduct her over the snowy hills into Bucharia.

The day of Lalla Rookh's departure from Delhi was as splendid as sunshine and pageantry could make it. The bazaars and baths were all covered with the richest tapestry; hundreds of gilded barges upon the Jumna floated with their banners shining in the water, while

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Seldom had the Eastern world seen a cavalcade so superb. From the gardens in the suburbs to the imperial palace, it was one unbroken line of splendour. The gallant appearance of the Rajas and Mogul lords, distinguished by those insignia of the emperor's favour, (5) the feathers of the egret of Cashmere in their turbans, and the small silver-rimmed kettle-drums at the bows of their saddles;-the costly armour of their cavaliers, who vied, on this occasion, with the guards of the great Keder Khan, (6) in the brightness of their silver battle-axes, and the massiness of their maces of gold;-the glittering of the gilt pine-apples (7) on the tops of the palankeens;— the embroidered trappings of the elephants, bearing on their backs small turrets, in the shape of little antique temples, within which the ladies of Lalla Rookh lay, as it were, enshrined;-the rose-coloured veils of the Princess's own sumptuous litter, (8) at the front of which a fair young female slave sat fanning her (9) through the cur

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tains, with feathers of the Argus pheasant's wing;
and the lovely troop of the Tartarian and Cashmerian
maids of honour, whom the young king had sent to
accompany
his bride, and who rode on each side of the
litter, upon small Arabian horses;-all was brilliant,
tasteful, and magnificent, and pleased even the critical
and fastidious Fadladeen, great Nazir or Chamberlain
of the Haram, who was borne in his palankeen imme-
diately after the Princess, and considered himself not
the least important personage of the pageant.

reciting the stories of the East, on whom his royal master had conferred the privilege of being admitted to the pavilion of the Princess, that he might help to beguile the tediousness of the journey by some of his most agreeable recitals. At the mention of a poet, Fadladeen | elevated his critical eye-brows, and, having refreshed his faculties with a dose of that delicious opium (19) which is distilled from the black poppy of the Thebais, gave orders for the minstrel to be forthwith introduced into the presence.

Fadladeen was a judge of every thing,-from the The Princess, who had once in her life seen a poet penciling of a Circassian's eye-lids to the deepest ques- from behind the screens of gauze in her father's hall, tions of science and literature; from the mixture of a and had conceived from that specimen no very favourconserve of rose-leaves to the composition of an epic able ideas of the caste, expected but little in this new poem and such influence had his opinion upon the exhibition to interest her;-she felt inclined however various tastes of the day, that all the cooks and poets of to alter her opinion on the very first appearance of Delhi stood in awe of him. His political conduct and Feramorz. He was a youth about Lalla Rookh's own opinions were founded upon that line of Sadi, age, and graceful as that idol of women, Crishna,' (20)— • Should the prince at noon-day say, It is night, declare such as he appears to their young imaginations, heroic, that you behold the moon and stars. And his zeal for beautiful, breathing music from his very eyes, and exreligion, of which Aurungzebe was a munificent pro-alting the religion of his worshippers into love. tector, (10) was about as disinterested as that of the goldsmith who fell in love with the diamond eyes of the idol (11) of Jaghernaut.

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During the first days of their journey, Lalla Rookh, who had passed all her life within the shadow of the royal gardens of Delhi, (12) found enough in the beauty of the scenery through which they passed to interest her | mind and delight her imagination; and when, at evening or in the heat of the day, they turned off from the high road to those retired and romantic places which had been selected for her encampments,-sometimes on the banks of a small rivulet, as clear as the waters of the Lake of Pearl; (13) sometimes under the sacred shade of a Banyan-tree, from which the view opened upon a glade covered with antelopes; and often in those hidden, embowered spots, described by one from the Isles of the West, (14) as places of melancholy, delight, and safety, where all the company around was wild peacocks and turtle-doves;--she felt a charm in these scenes, so lovely and so new to her, which, for a time, made her indifferent to every other amusement. But Lalla Rookh was young, and the young love variety; nor could the conversation of her ladies and the great chamberlain, Fadladeen (the only persons, of course, admitted to her pavilion), sufficiently enliven those many vacant hours, which were devoted neither to the pillow nor the palankeen. There was a little Persian slave who sung sweetly to the Vina, and who, now and then, lulled the Princess to sleep with the ancient ditties of her country, about the loves of Wamak and Ezra, (15) the fair-haired Zal and his mistress Rodalver; (16) not forgetting the combat of Rustam with the terrible White Demon. (17) At other times she was amused by those graceful dancing-girls of Delhi, who had been permitted by the Bramins of the Great Pagoda to attend her, much to the horror of the good Mussulman Fadladeen, who could see nothing graceful or agreeable in idolators, and to whom the very tinkling of their golden anklets (18) was an abomination.

But these and many other diversions were repeated till they lost all their charm, and the nights and noon days were beginning to move heavily, when, at length, it was recollected that, among the attendants sent by the bridegroom, was a young poet of Cashmere, much celebrated throughout the valley for his manner of

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dress was simple, yet not without some marks of costliness; and the ladies of the Princess were not long in discovering that the cloth, which encircled his high Tartarian cap, was of the most delicate kind that the shawl-goats of Tibet (21) supply. Here and there, tooover his vest, which was confined by a flowered girdle of Kashan, hung strings of fine pearl, disposed with an air of studied negligence;-nor did the exquisite embroidery of his sandals escape the observation of these fair critics; who, however they might give way to Fadladeen upon the unimportant topics of religion and government, had the spirit of martyrs in every thing relating to such momentous matters as jewels and embroidery.

For the purpose of relieving the pauses of recitation by music, the young Cashmerian held in his hand a kitar;-such as, in old times, the Arab maids of the West used to listen to by moonlight in the gardens of the Alhambra-and having premised, with much bumility, that the story he was about to relate was founded on the adventures of that Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, who, in the year of the Hegira 163, created such alarm throughout the eastern empire, made an obeisance to the Princess, and thus began:

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Like tulip-beds, (29) of different shape and dyes, Bending beneath the invisible West-wind's sighs? What new-made mystery now, for Faith to sign, And blood to seal, as genuine and divine,—

In mercy there, to hide from mortal sight
His dazzling brow, till man could bear its light.
For, far less luminous, his votaries said,
Were even the gleams, miraculously shed,

O'er Moussa's cheek, (24) when down the Mount he trod, What dazzling mimickry of God's own power

All glowing from the presence of his God!

On either side, with ready hearts and hands, His chosen guard of bold Believers stands; Young fire-eyed disputants, who deem their swords, On points of faith, more eloquent than words; And such their zeal, there's not a youth with brand Uplifted there, but, at the Chief's command, Would make his own devoted heart its sheath, And bless the lips that doom'd so dear a death! In hatred to the Caliph's hue of night, 2 (25) Their vesture, helms and all, is snowy white; Their weapons various;-some equipp'd, for speed, With javelins of the light Kathaian reed; (26) Or bows of buffalo horn, and shining quivers Fill'd with the stems3 that bloom on Iran's rivers; (27) While some, for war's more terrible attacks, Wield the huge mace and ponderous battle-axe; And, as they wave aloft in morning's beam The milk-white plumage of their helms, they seem Like a chenar-tree grove, (28) when Winter throws O'er all its tufted heads his feathering snows.

Between the porphyry pillars, that uphold The rich moresque-work of the roof of gold, Aloft the Haram's curtain'd galleries rise, Where, through the silken net-work, glancing eyes, From time to time, like sudden gleams that glow Through autumn clouds, shine o'er the pomp below. What impious tongue, ye blushing saints, would dare To hint that aught but Heaven hath placed you there? Or that the loves of this light world could bind, In their gross chain, your Prophet's soaring mind? No-wrongful thought!-commissioned from above To people Eden's bowers with shapes of love (Creatures so bright, that the same lips and eyes They wear on earth will serve in Paradise), There to recline among Heaven's native maids, And crown the Elect with bliss that never fades!-Well hath the Prophet-Chief his bidding done; And every beauteous race beneath the sun, From those who kneel at Brahma's burning founts4 To the fresh nymphs bounding o'er Yemen's mounts; From Persia's eyes of full and fawnlike ray, To the small, half-shut glances of Kathay;5 And Georgia's bloom, and Azab's darker smiles, And the gold ringlets of the Western Isles; All, all are there;—each land its flower hath given, To form that fair young nursery for Heaven!

But why this pageant now? this arm'd array? What triumph crowds the rich Divan to-day With turban'd heads, of every hue and race, Bowing before that veil'd and awful face,

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Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour?
Not such the pageant now, though not less proud,—
Yon warrior-youth, advancing from the crowd,
With silver bow, with belt of broider'd crape,
And fur-bound bonnet of Bucharian shape, (30)
So fiercely beautiful in form and eye,
Like war's wild planet in a summer-sky;-
That youth to-day,—a proselyte, worth hordes
Of cooler spirits and less practised swords,—
Is come to join, all bravery and belief,

The creed and standard of the Heaven-sent Chief.

Though few his years, the West already knows Young Azim's fame;-beyond the Olympian snows, Ere manhood darken'd o'er his downy cheek, O'erwhelm'd in fight and captive to the Greek,' He linger'd there till peace dissolved his chains;Oh! who could, even in bondage, tread the plains Of glorious Greece, nor feel his spirit rise Kindling within him? who, with heart and eyes, Could walk where Liberty had been, nor see The shining foot-prints of her Deity, Nor feel those God-like breathings in the air, Which mutely told her spirit had been there? Not he, that youthful warrior,-no, too well For his soul's quiet work'd the awakening spell; And, now returning to his own dear land, Full of those dreams of good that, vainly grand, Haunt the young heart;-proud views of human-kind, Of men to gods exalted and refined;

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False views, like that horizon's fair deceit,
Where earth and heaven but seem, alas, to meet!-
Soon as he heard an arm divine was raised
To right the nations, and beheld, emblazed
On the white flag Mokanna's host unfurl'd,
Those words of sunshine, Freedom to the World!»
At once his faith, his sword, his soul, obey'd
The inspiring summons; every chosen blade,
That fought beneath that banner's sacred text,
Seem'd doubly edged-for this world and the next;
And ne'er did Faith with her smooth bandage bind
Eyes more devoutly willing to be blind,

In Virtue's cause;-never was soul inspired
With livelier trust in what it most desired,
Than his, the enthusiast there, who kneeling, pale
With pious awe, before that Silver Veil,
Believes the form to which he bends his knee,
Some pure, redeeming angel, sent to free
This fetter'd world from every bond and stain,
And bring its primal glories back again !

Low as young Azim knelt, that motley crowd Of all earth's nations sunk the knee and bow'd, With shouts of « Alla!» echoing long and loud; While high in air, above the Prophet's head, Hundreds of banners, to the sunbeam spread,

Black was the colour adopted by the Caliphs of the house of Ab- Waved, like the wings of the white birds that fan bas, in their garments, turbans, and standards.

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The flying throne of star-taught Soliman! (31)

In the war of the Caliph Mahadi against the Empress Irene, for

an account of which see GIBBON, vol. x.

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