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On their arrival, next night, at the place of encampment, they were surprised and delighted to find

groves all round illuminated; some artists of Yamtcheou having been sent on previously for the purpose. On each side of the green alley, which led to the Royal Pavilion, artificial sceneries of bamboowork were erected, representing arches, minarets, and towers, from which hung thousands of silken lanterns, painted by the most delicate pencils of Canton. Nothing could be more beautiful than the leaves of the mango-trees and acacias, shining in the light of the bamboo scenery, which shed a lustre round as soft as that of the nights of Peristan.

LALLA Rookh, however, who was too much occupied by the sad story of ZELICA and her lover, to give a thought to any thing else, except, perhaps, him who related it, hurried on through this scene of splendour to her pavilion,-greatly to the mortification of the poor artists of Yamtcheou, - and was followed with equal rapidity by the Great Chamberlain, cursing, as he went,

that ancient Mandarin, whose parental anxiety in lighting up the shores of the lake, where his beloved daughter had wandered and been lost, was the origin of these fantastic Chinese illuminations.

Without a moment's delay young FERAMORZ was introduced, and FADLADEEN, who could never make up. his mind as to the merits of a poet, till he knew the religious sect to which he belonged, was about to ask him whether he was a Shia or a Sooni, when LALLA Rookh impatiently clapped her hands for silence, and the youth, being seated upon the musnud near her, proceeded :

Prepare thy soul, young Azım! - thou hast bravd
The bands of GREECE, still mighty though enslav’d;
Hast fac'd her phalanx, arm’d with all its fame,
Her Macedonian pikes and globes of flame;
All this hast fronted, with firm heart and brow,
But a more perilous trial waits thee now,
Woman's bright eyes, a dazzling host of eyes
From every land where woman smiles or sighs;.
Of every hue, as Love may chance to raise
His black or azure banner in their blaze;
And each sweet mode of warfare, from the flash
That lightens boldly through the shadowy lash,
To the sly, stealing splendors, almost hid,
Like swords half-sheath'd, beneath the downcast lid.
Such, Azim, is the lovely, luminous host
Now led against thee; and, let conquerors boast
Their fields of fame, he who in virtue arms
A young, warm spirit against beauty's charms,
Who feels her brightness, yet defies her thrall,
Is the best, bravest conqueror of them all.

Now, through the Haram chambers, moving lights
And busy shapes proclaim the toilet's rites;
From room to room the ready handmaids hie,
Some skill'd to wreath the turban tastefully,
Or hang the veil, in negligence of shade,
O’er the warm blushes of the youthful maid,
Who, if between the folds but one eye shone,
Like SEBA's Queen could vanquish with that one:'-
While some bring leaves of Henna, to imbue
The fingers' ends with a bright roseate hue, '
So bright, that in the mirror's depth they seem
Like tips of coral branches in the stream;
And others mix the Kohol's jetty dye,
To give that long, dark languish to the eye, 3
Which makes the maids, whom kings are proud to cull
From fair CIRCASSIA's vales, so beautiful!

All is in motion; rings and plumes and pearls
Are shining every where : -- some younger girls

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1 « Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes.” Sol. Song

2 “ They tinged the ends of her fingers scarlet with Henna, so that they resembled branches of coral.” - Story of Prince Futtun in Bahardanush.

3 “ The women blacken the inside of their eyelids with a powder named the black Kohol.”. Russel.

Are gone by moonlight to the garden beds,
To gather fresh, cool chaplets for their heads;
Gay creatures ! sweet, though mournful 'tis to see
How each prefers a garland from that tree
Which brings to mind her childhood's innocent day,
And the dear fields and friendships far away.
The maid of India, blest again to hold
In her full lap the Champac's leaves of gold, 4
Thinks of the time when, by the GANGES' food,
Her little play-mates scatter'd many a bud
Upon her long black hair, with glossy gleam
Just dripping from the consecrated stream;
While the young Arab, haunted by the smell
Of her own mountain flowers, as by a spell,
The sweet Elcaya', and that courteous tree
Which bows to all who seek its canopy



“ The

appearance of the blossoms of the gold-coloured Campa on the black hair of the Indian women, has supplied the Sanscrit Poets with many elegant allusions.” - v. Asiatic Researches, vol. iv.

S A tree famous for its perfume, and common on the hills of Yemen, Niebuhr.

6 Of the genus mimosa, “ which droops its branches whenever any person approaches it, seeming as if it saluted those who retire under its shade.” - Niebuhr.

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