fire-flies.* In the middle of the lawn where the pavilion stood there was a tank surrounded by small mangoe-trees, on the clear cold waters of which floated multitudes of the beautiful red lotus; while at a distance stood the ruins of a strange and awful-looking tower, which seemed old enough to have been the temple of some religion no longer known, and which spoke the voice of desolation in the midst of all that bloom and loveliness. This singular ruin excited the wonder and conjectures of all. Lalla Rookh guessed in vain, and the all-pretending Fadladeen, who had never till this journey been beyond the precincts of Delhi, was proceeding most learnedly to show that he knew nothing whatever about the matter, when one of the Ladies suggested that perhaps Feramorz could satisfy their curiosity. They were now approaching his native mountains, and this tower might perhaps be a relic of some of those dark superstitions which had prevailed in that country before the light of Islam dawned upon it. The Chamberlain, who usually preferred his own ignorance to the best knowledge that any one else could give him, was by no means pleased with this officious reference; and the Princess, too, was about to interpose a faint word of objection; but, before either of them could speak, a slave was despatched for Feramorz, who, in a very few minutes, made his appearance before them-looking so pale and unhappy in Lalla Rookh's eyes that she repented already of her cruelty in having so long excluded him. It That venerable tower, he told them, was the remains of an ancient Fire-Temple, built by those Ghebers or Persians of the old religion who, many hundred years since, had fled hither from their Arab conquerors, preferring liberty and their altars in a foreign land to the alternative of apostasy or persecution in their own. was impossible, he added, not to feel interested in the many glorious but unsuccessful struggles which had been made by these original natives of Persia to cast off the yoke of their bigoted conquerors. Like their own Fire in the Burning Field at Bakou, when suppressed in one place, they had but broken out with fresh flame in another; and, as a native of Cashmere, of that fair and Holy Valley, which had in the same manner become the prey of strangers, and seen her ancient shrines and natire princes swept away before the march of her intolerant invaders, he felt a sympathy, he owned, with the sufferings of the persecuted Ghebers, which every monument like this before them but tended more powerfully to awaken. It was the first time that Feramorz had ever ventured upon so much prose before Fadladeen, and it may easily be conceived what effect such prose as this must have produced upon that most orthodox and most pagan-hating personage. He sat for some minutes aghast, ejaculating only at intervals, "Bigoted conquerors!-sympathy with Fire-worshippers!" +—while Feramorz, happy to take *The Baya, or Indian Gross-beak.-Sir W. Jones. + Voltaire tells us that in his Tragedy, "Les Guèbres," he was generally supposed to have alluded to the Jansenists. I should not be surprised if this story of the Fire-worshippers were found capable of a similar doubleness of applica tion. advantage of this almost speechless horror of the Chamberlain, proceeded to say that he knew a melancholy story, connected with the events of one of those struggles of the brave Fire-worshippers against their Arab masters, which, if the evening was not too far advanced, he should have much pleasure in being allowed to relate to the Princess. It was impossible for Lalla Rookh to refuse ;-he had never before looked half so animated; and when he spoke of the Holy Valley his eyes had sparkled, she thought, like the talismanic characters on the scimitar of Solomon. Her consent was therefore most readily granted; and while Fadladeen sat in unspeakable dismay, expecting treason and abomination in every line, the poet thus began his story of the Fire-worshippers :— * THE FIRE-WORSHIPPERS. And her blue waters sleep in smiles. Bidding the bright-eyed sun farewell ;— The music of the bulbul's nest, Or the light touch of lovers' lutes, To sing him to his golden rest. All hushed-there's not a breeze in motion; If zephyrs come, so light they come No leaf is stirred nor wave is driven;- Can hardly win a breath from heaven. Even he, that tyrant Arab, sleeps His race hath brought on Iran's || name. 'Mid eyes that weep, and swords that strike ;- Who think through unbelievers' blood * The Persian Gulf, sometimes so called, which separates the shores of Persia and Arabia. The present Gombaroon, a town on the Persian side of the Gulf. A Moorish instrument of music. At Gombaroon and other places in Persia, they have towers for the purpose of catching the wind, and cooling the houses."-Le Bruyn. "Iran is the true general name for the empire of Persia."-Asiat. Res., Disc. 5. Lies their directest path to heaven;- Engraven on his reeking sword ;- Just Alla! what must be thy look, When such a wretch before thee stands Turning the leaves with blood-stained hands, Which, from the sunniest flowers that glad Never did fierce Arabia send A satrap forth more direly great; Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight. Her throne had fallen-her pride was crushed- To crouch beneath a stranger's throne. Her towers, where Mithra once had burned, Becalmed in Heaven's approving ray. Those waves are hushed, those planets shine; Sleep on, and be thy rest unmoved By the white moonbeam's dazzling power ; * "There is a kind of Rhododendron about Trebizond, whose flowers the bee feeds upon, and the honey thence drives people mad."-Tournefort. None but the loving and the loved And see where, high above those rocks Upon the turban of a king, Oh what a pure and sacred thing One only mansion with her light! The flower that blooms beneath the sea, To lift the veil that shades them o'er !- Beautiful are the maids that glide, On summer-eves, through Yemen's + dales, And brides, as delicate and fair As the white jasmine flowers they wear, Who, lulled in cool kiosk or bower,+ And grow still lovelier every hour, * "The Fountain of Youth, by a Mahometan tradition, is situated in some dark region of the East."-Richardson. † Arabia Felix. "In the midst of the garden is the chiosk, that is, a large room, commonly beautified with a fine fountain in the midst of it. It is raised nine or ten steps, and inclosed with gilded lattices, round which vines, jessamines, and honeysuckles, make a sort of green wall; large trees are planted round this place, which is the scene of their greatest pleasures."-Lady M. W. Montagu. Whose boasted brightness would not fade Where, through some shades of earthly feeling, Like light through summer foliage stealing, Such is the maid who, at this hour, Hath risen from her restless sleep, Watching the still and shining deep. In her own land, in happier days. He built her bower of freshness there, Love, all-defying Love, who sees Are plucked on Danger's precipice ! "They say that if a snake or serpent fix his eyes on the lustre of those stones (emeralds), he immediately becomes blind."-Ahmed ben Abdalaziz, Treatise on Jewels. |