Was caught up by another lute, And so divinely breath'd around, Of ISRAFIL 377, the Angel, there ;- That new, enchanted measure stole. Along its chords, and so entwine Its sounds with theirs, that none knew whether The voice or lute was most divine, So wondrously they went together : There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss; "T was not the air, 't was not the words, Too inly touch'd for utterance, Now motion'd with his hand for more : Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude for thee; But, oh the choice what heart can doubt, Of tents with love, or thrones without? Our rocks are rough, but smiling there Our sands are bare, but down their slope As gracefully and gaily springs As o'er the marble courts of kings. Then come- -thy Arab maid will be Oh there are looks and tones that dart As if the very lips and eyes, Sparkled and spoke before us then! So came thy every glance and tone, When first on me they breath'd and shone ; Then fly with me,-if thou hast known A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Come, if the love thou hast for me But if for me thou dost forsake Then, fare thee well-I'd rather make When thawing suns begin to shine, There was a pathos in this lay, That, ev'n without enchantment's art, As if 't were fix'd by magic there,And naming her, so long unnam'd, So long unseen, wildly exclaim'd, "Oh NOURMAHAL! oh NOURMAHAL ! "Hadst thou but sung this witching strain, "I could forget-forgive thee all, "And never leave those eyes again." The mask is off-the charm is wrought- In blushes, more than ever bright, As on his arm her head reposes, She whispers him, with laughing eyes, "Remember, love, the Feast of Roses!" FADLADEEN, at the conclusion of this light rhapsody, took occasion to sum up his opinion of the young Cashmerian's poetry,- of which, he trusted, they had that evening heard the last. Having recapitulated the epithets, "frivolous"-"inharmonious "-"nonsensical," he proceeded to say that, viewing it in the most favourable light, it resembled one of those Maldivian boats, to which the Princess had alluded in the relation of her dream 379,- a slight, gilded thing, sent adrift without rudder or ballast, and with nothing but vapid sweets and faded flowers on board. The profusion, indeed, of flowers and birds, which this poet had ready on all occasions,not to mention dews, gems, &c. was a most oppressive kind of opulence to his hearers; and had the unlucky effect of giving to his style all the glitter of the flowergarden without its method, and all the flutter of the aviary without its song. In addition to this, he chose his subjects badly, and was always most inspired by the worst parts of them. The charms of paganism, the merits of rebellion, these were the themes honoured with his particular enthusiasm; and, in the poem just recited, one of his most palatable passages was in praise of that beverage of the Unfaithful, wine; -"being, perhaps," said he, relaxing into a smile, as conscious of his own character in the Haram on this point, "one of those bards, whose fancy owes all its illumination to the grape, like that painted porcelain 380, so curious and so rare, whose images are only visible when liquor is poured into it." Upon the whole, it was his opinion, from the specimens which they had heard, and which, he begged to say, were the most tiresome part of the journey, that -whatever other merits this well-dressed young gentleman might possess-poetry was by no means his proper avocation:" and indeed," concluded the critic, "from |