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islanders send adrift, at the mercy of winds and waves, loaded with perfumes, flowers, and odoriferous wood, as an offering to the Spirit whom they call King of the Sea. At first, this little bark appeared to be empty, but, on coming nearer

She had proceeded thus far in relating the dream to her Ladies, when FERAMORZ appeared at the door of the pavilion. In his presence, of course, everything else was forgotten, and the continuance of the story was instantly requested by all. Fresh wood of aloes was set to burn in the cassolets; — the violet sherbets * hastily handed round, and after a short prelude on his lute, in the pathetic measure of Nava t, which is always used to express the lamentations of absent lovers, the Poet thus continued.

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“ The sweet-scented violet is one of the plants most esteemed, particularly for its great use in Sorbet, which they make of violet sugar."— HASSELQUIST.

“ The sherbet they most esteem, and which is drank by the Grand Signor himself, is made of violets and sugar."- TAVERNIER.

† “Last of all she took a guitar, and sung a pathetic air in the measure called Nava, which is always used to express the lamentations of absent lovers.”— Persian Tales.

The day is iowering - stilly black
Sleeps the grim wave, while heaven's rack,
Dispers’d and wild, 'twixt earth and sky
Hangs like a shatter'd canopy.
There's not a cloud in that blue plain

But tells of storm to come or past;
Here, flying loosely as the mane

Of a young war-horse in the blast;
There, rolld in masses dark and swelling,
As proud to be the thunder's dwelling!
While some, already burst and riven,
Seem melting down the verge of heaven;
As though the infant storm had rent

The mighty womb that gave him birth, And, having swept the firmament,

Was now in fierce career for earth.

On earth 'twas yet all calm around,
A pulseless silence, dread, profound,
More awful than the tempest's sound.
The diver steer'd for Ormus' bowers,
And moord his skiff till calmer hours;
The sea-birds, with portentous screech,
Flew fast to land; — upon the beach
The pilot oft had paus’d, with glance
Turn'd upward to that wild expanse;-
And all was boding, drear, and dark
As her own soul, when HINDA's bark

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Went slowly from the Persian shore.
No music tim'd her parting oar,*
Nor friends upon the lessening strand
Linger’d, to wave the unseen hand,
Or speak the farewell, heard no more;
But lone, unheeded, from the bay
The vessel takes its mournful way,
Like some ill-destin'd bark that steers
In silence through the Gate of Tears. f
And where was stern AL HASSAN then ?
Could not that saintly scourge of men
From bloodshed and devotion spare
One minute for a farewell there?
No – close within, in changeful fits
Of cursing and of prayer, he sits
In
savage

loneliness to brood
Upon the coming night of blood, —

With that keen, second-scent of death,
By which the vulture snuffs his food

In the still warm and living breath! I
While o'er the wave his weeping daughter
Is wafted from these scenes of slaughter, -

* “The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with music."HARMER,

† “ The Gate of Tears, the straits or passage into the Red Sea, commonly called Babelmandel. It received this name from the old Arabians, on account of the danger of the navigation, and the number of shipwrecks by which it was distinguished; which induced them to consider as dead, and to wear mourning for all who had the boldness to hazard the passage through it into the Ethiopic ocean.”-RICHARDSON.

# “I have been told that whensoever an animal falls down dead, one or more vultures, unseen before, instantly appear."- PENNANT.

As a young bird of BABYLON,*
Let loose to tell of victory won,
Flies home, with wing, ah! not unstain'd
By the red hands that held her chain'd.

And does the long-left home she seeks
Light up no gladness on her cheeks?
The flowers she nurs'd

the well-known groves,
Where oft in dreams her spirit roves
Once more to see her dear gazelles
Come bounding with their silver bells;
Her birds' new plumage to behold,

And the gay, gleaming fishes count,
She left, all filleted with gold,

Shooting around their jasper fount; +
Her little garden mosque to see,

And once again, at evening hour,
To tell her ruby rosary I

In her own sweet acacia bower.
Can these delights, that wait her now,
Call up no sunshine on her brow?

* “ They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat, or Babylonian pigeon.' - Travels of certain Englishmen.

† “ The Empress of Jehan-Guire used to divert herself with feeding tame fish in her canals, some of which were many years afterwards known by fillets of gold, which she caused to be put round them."- Harris.

" Le Tespih, qui est un chapelet, composé de 99 petites boules d'agate, de jaspe, d'àmbre, de corail, ou d'autre matière précieuse. J'en ai vu un superbe au Seigneur Jerpos ; il étoit de belles et grosses perles parfaites et égales, estimé trente mille piastres.”—TODERINI.

No,

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silent, from her train apart,
As if even now she felt at heart
The chill of her approaching doom, -
She sits, all lovely in her gloom
As a pale Angel of the Grave;
And o'er the wide, tempestuous wave,
Looks, with a shudder, to those towers,
Where, in a few short awful hours,
Blood, blood, in streaming tides shall run,
Foul incense for to-morrow's sun
“Where art thou, glorious stranger! thou,
“ So lov'd, so lost, where art thou now?

Gheber — infidel whate'er “The' unhallow'd name thou’rt doom'd to bear, “ Still glorious

still to this fond heart “Dear as its blood, whate'er thou art!

Alla, dreadful ALLA! yes “If there be wrong, be crime in this, “Let the black waves that round us roll, « Whelm me this instant, ere my soul,

Forgetting faith - home - father -- all — “Before its earthly idol fall, « Nor worship ey'n Thyself above him “For, oh, so wildly do I love him,

Thy Paradise itself were dim “And joyless, if not shar'd with him!” Her hands were clasp'd - her eyes upturn’d,

Dropping their tears like moonlight rain; And, though her lip, fond raver! burn'd

With words of passion, bold, profane,

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