Nor look'd-but from the lattice dropp'd
Down mid the pointed crags beneath,
As if he fled from love to death..

While pale and mute young HINDA stood,
Nor mov'd till in the silent flood

A momentary plunge below

Startled her from her trance of woe;-
Shrieking she to the lattice flew,

"I come-I come-if in that tide "Thou sleep'st to-night-I'll sleep there too, "In death's cold wedlock by thy side. "Oh! I would ask no happier bed

"Than the chill wave my love lies under;

"Sweeter to rest together dead,

"Far sweeter, than to live asunder!"

But no-their hour is not yet come-
Again she sees his pinnace fly,
Wafting him fleetly to his home,

Where'er that ill-starr'd home may lie ;
And calm and smooth it seem'd to win
Its moonlight way before the wind,
As if it bore all peace within,
Nor left one breaking heart behind

THE HE Princess, whose heart was sad enough al. ready, could have wished that FERAMORZ had cho⚫ sen a less melancholy story; as it is only to the hap py that tears are a luxury. Her Ladies, however, were by no means sorry that love was once more the Poet's theme; for, when he spoke of love, they said, his voice was as sweet as if he had chewed the leaves of that enchanted tree, which grows over the tomb of the musician, Tan-Sein.

Their road all the morning had lain through a very dreary country;-through valleys, covered with a low bushy jungle, where, in more than one place, the awful signal of the bamboo staff, with the white flag at its top, reminded the traveller that in that very spot the tiger had made some human creature his victim. It was therefore with much pleasure that they arrived at sunset in a safe and lovely glen, and encamped under one of those holy trees, whose smooth columns and spreading roofs seem to destine them for natural temples of religion. Beneath the shade, some pious hands had erected pillars ornamented with the most beautiful porcelain, which now supplied the use of mirrors to the young maidens, as they adjusted their hair in descending from the palankeens. Here while, as usual, the Princess sat listening anxiously, with FADLADEEN in one of his loftiest moods of criticism by her side, the young Poet, leaning against a branch of the tree, thus continued his story;

THE morn hath risen clear and calm,
And o'er the Green Sea* palely shines,
Revealing BAHREIN's groves of palm,
And lighting KISHMA'st amber vines.
Fresh smell the shores of ARABY,
While breezes from the Indian sea
Blow round SELAMA'st sainted cape,
And curl the shining flood beneath,—
Whose waves are rich with many a grape,
And cocoa-nut and flowery wreath,
Which pious seamen as they pass'd,
Had tow'rd that holy head-land cast-
Oblations to to the Genii there
For gentle skies and breezes fair!
The nightingale now bends her flight
From the high trees, where all the night

She sung so sweet, with none to listen;
And hides her from the morning star

Where thickets of pomegranate glisten In the clear dawn,-bespangled o'er

With dew, whose night-drops would not stain

The Persian Gulf."To dive for pearls in the Green Sea, or Persian Gulf. Sir W. Jones.

+ Islands in the Gulf.

Or Selemeh, the genuine name of the headland at the entrance of the Gulf, commonly called Cape Musseldom. "The Indians, when they pass the promontory, throw cocoa-nuts, fruits, or flowers into the sea, to secure a propitious voyage.' Morier.

The best and brightest scimetar*
That ever youthful Sultan wore

On the first morning of his reign!

And see-the Sun himself!-on wings
Of glory up the East he springs.
Angel of light! who from the time
Those heavens began their march sublime,
Hath first of all the starry choir

Trod in his Maker's steps of fire!

Where are the days, thou wondrous sphere,
When IRAN, like a sun-flower, turn'd
To meet that eye where'er it burn'd?—
When, from the banks of BENDEMEER
To the nut-groves of SAMARCAND
Thy temples flam'd o'er all the land?
Where are they? ask the shades of them

Who, on CADESIA'st bloody plains,

Saw fierce invaders pluck the gem

From Iran's broken diadem,

And bind her ancient faith in chains:

Ask the poor exile, cast alone

On foreign shores, unlov'd, unknown,
Beyond the Caspian's Iron Gates,‡

*In speaking of the climate of Shiraz, Franklin says, "the dew is of such a pure nature, that, if the brightest scimitar should be exposed to it all night, would not receive the least rest."

The place where the Persians were finally defeated by the Arabs and their ancient monarchy destroyed.

‡ Derbend. "Les Tures appellent cette ville Demir Capi, Porte de Fer; ce sont les Caspiae Portae des anciens." Herbelot

D'.

Or on the snowy Mossian mountains, Far from his beauteous land of dates,

Her jasmine bowers and sunny fountains
Yet happier so than if he trod

His own belov'd but blighted sod,
Beneath a despot stranger's nod !—
Oh! he would rather houseless roam
Where Freedom and his God may lead,
Than be the sleekest slave at home

That crouches to the conqueror's creed!
Is IRAN's pride then gone for ever,

Quench'd with the flame in MITHRA's caves?No-she has sons that never-never

Will stoop to be the Moslem's slaves,

While heav'n has light or earth has graves.
Spirits of fire, that brood not long,
But flash resentment back for wrong;

And hearts where, slow but deep, the seeds
Of vengeance ripen into deeds,
Till, in some treacherous hour of calm,
They burst like ZEILAN's giant palm,*
Whose buds fly open with a sound
That shakes the pigmy forests rounds!

Yes, EMIR! he, who scal'd that tower,
And, had he reach'd thy slumbering breast,
Had taught thee in a Gheber's power

The Talpot or Talipot tree. "This beautiful palm-tree, which grows in the heart of the forests, may be classed among the loftiest trees, and become still higher when on the point of bursting from its leafy summit. The sheath which then envelopes the flower is very large, and, when it bursts, makes an explosion like the report of a cannon." Thunberg.