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“Farewell, ye odours of Earth, that die
Passing away like a lover's sigh;-
Farewell, ye vanishing flowers, that shone
"In my fairy wreath, so bright and brief; -
* The tree Tooba, that stands in Paradise, in the palace of Mahomet. See Sale's Prelim. Diss. — Tooba, says D'Herbelot, signifies beatitude, or eternal happiness.
† Mahomet is described, in the 53d chapter of the Koran, as having seen the angel Gabriel “ by the lote-tree, beyond which there is no passing: near it is the Garden of Eternal Abode." This tree, say the commentators, stands in the seventh Heaven, on the right hand of the Throne of God.
“ AND this,” said the Great Chamberlain, “ is poetry! this flimsy manufacture of the brain, which, in comparison with the lofty and durable monuments of genius, is as the gold filigree-work of Zamara beside the eternal architecture of Egypt!” After this gorgeous sentence, which, with a few more of the same kind, FADLADEEN kept by him for rare and important occasions, he proceeded to the anatomy of the short poem just recited. The lax and easy kind of metre in which it was written ought to be denounced, he said, as one of the leading causes of the alarming growth of poetry in our times. If some check were not given to this lawless facility, we should soon be over-run by a race of bards as numerous and as shallow as the hundred and twenty thousand Streams of Basra* They who succeeded in this style deserved chastisement for their very success;
as warriors have been punished, even after gaining a victory, because they had taken the liberty of gaining it in an irregular or unestablished
What, then, was to be said to those who failed ? to those who presumed, as in the present lamentable instance, to imitate the license and ease of the bolder sons of song,
of that grace or vigour which gave a dignity even to negligence; — who, like
* It is said that the rivers or streams of Basra were reckoned in the time of Pelal ben Abi Bordeh, and amounted to the number of one hundred and twenty thousand streams." - EBN HAUKAL.
them, flung the jereed * carlessly, but not, like them, to the mark; — "and who,” said he, raising his voice, to excite a proper degree of wakefulness in his hearers, “contrive to appear heavy and constrained in the midst of all the latitude they allow themselves, like one of those young pagans that dance before the Princess, who is ingenious enough to move as if her limbs were fettered, in a pair of the lightest and loosest drawers of Masulipatam!”
It was but little suitable, he continued, to the grave march of criticism to follow this fantastical Peri, of whom they had just heard, through all her flights and adventures between earth and heaven; but he could not help adverting to the puerile conceitedness of the Three Gifts which she is supposed to carry to the skies, – a drop of blood, forsooth, a sigh, and a tear! How the first of these articles was delivered into the Angel's “radiant hand” he professed himself at a loss to discover; and as to the safe carriage of the sigh and the tear, such Peris and such poets were beings by far too incomprehensible for him even to guess how they managed such matters.
But, in short,” said he, “it is a waste of time and patience to dwell longer upon a thing so incurably frivolous, puny even among its own puny race, and such as only the Banyan Hospital for Sick Insects should undertake.”
* The name of the javelin with which the Easterns exercise. See Castellan, Mæurs des Othomans, tom. iii. p. 161.
+ “ This account excited a desire of visiting the Banyan Hospital, as I had heard much of their benevolence to all kinds of animals that were either sick, lame, or infirm, through age or accident. On my arrival, there were presented
In vain did LALLA Rooka try to soften this inexorable critic; in vain did she resort to her most eloquent commonplaces, --- reminding him that poets were a timid and sensitive race, whose sweetness was not to be drawn forth, like that of the fragrant grass near the Ganges, by crushing and trampling upon them * ; – that severity often extinguished every chance of the perfection which it demanded; and that, after all, perfection was like the Mountain of the Talisman, no one had ever yet reached its summit. Neither these gentle axioms, nor the still gentler looks with which they were inculcated, could lower for one instant the elevation of FADLADEEN's eyebrows, or charm him into any thing like encouragement, or even toleration, of her poet. Toleration, indeed, was not among the weaknesses of FADLADEEN: - he carried the same spirit ito matters of poetry and of religion, and, though little versed in the beauties or sublimities of either, was a perfect master of the art of persecution in both.
to my vicw many horses, cows, and oxen, in one apartment; in another, dogs, sheep, gonts, and monkeys, with clean straw for them to repose on. Above stairs were depositories for seeds of many sorts, and flat, broad dishes for water, for the use of birds and insects.” — Parson's Travels.
It is said that all animals know the Banyans, that the most timid approach thein, and that birds will fly nearer to them than to any other people. See Grandpré.
*“ A very fragrant grass from the banks of the Ganges, near Heridwar, which in soine places covers whole acres, and diffuses, when crushed a strong odour.”
Sir W. JONES on the Spikenard of the Ancients.
+ " Near this is a curious bill, called Koh Talisnı, the Mountain of the Talisman, because, according to the traditions of the country, no person ever succeeded in gaining its summit." - KINNEIR.
His zeal was the same, too, in either pursuit; whether the game before him was pagans or poetasters, shippers of cows, or writers of epics.
'They had now arrived at the splendid city of Lahore, whose mausoleums and shrines, magnificent and numberless, where Death appeared to share equal honours with Heaven, would have powerfully affected the heart and imagination of LALLA Rooks, if feelings more of this earth had not taken entire possession of her already. She was here met by messengers, despatched from Cashmere, who informed her that the King had arrived in the Valley, and was himself superintending the sumptuous preparations that were then making in the Saloons of the Shalimar for her reception. The chill she felt on receiving this intelligence, — which to a bride whose heart was free and light would have brought only images of affection and pleasure, convinced her that her
peace was gone for ever, and that she was in love, irretrievably in love, with young
FERAMORZ. The veil had fallen off in which this passion at first disguises itself, and to know that she loved was now as painful as to love without knowing it had been delicious. FERAMORZ, too, — what misery would be his, if the sweet hours of intercourse so imprudently allowed them should have stolen into his heart the same fatal fascination as into hers; — if, notwithstanding her rank, and the modest homage he always paid to it, even he should have yielded to the influence of those long and happy interviews, where music, poetry, the delightful scenes of nature, all had tended to bring their hearts close together, and to waken by every means that too