With sudden start he turn'd

And pointed to the distant wave,

Where lights, like charnel meteors, burn'd
Bluely, as o'er some seaman's grave;

And fiery darts, at intervals *,

Flew up all sparkling from the main,
As if each star that nightly falls,

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Were shooting back to heaven again.

My signal lights!-I must away

"Both, both are ruin'd, if I stay.

"Farewell-sweet life! thou cling'st in vain

"Now, Vengeance, I am thine again!"

Fiercely he broke away, nor stopp'd,

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

"The Mameluks that were in the other boat, when it was dark, used to shoot up a sort of fiery arrows into the air, which in some measure resembled lightning or falling stars."— Baumgarten.

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!”

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 Princess, whose heart was sad enough already, could have wished that FERAMORZ had chosen a less melancholy story; as it is only to the happy that tears are a luxury. Her Ladies, however, were by no means sorry that love was once more the Poet's theme; for, whenever 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, TanSein.*

Their road all the morning had lain through a very dreary country;—through valleys, covered with a low

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"Within the enclosure which surrounds this monument (at Gualior) is a small tomb to the memory of Tan-Sein, a musician of incomparable skill, who flourished at the court of Akbar. tomb is overshadowed by a tree, concerning which a superstitious notion prevails, that the chewing of its leaves will give an extraordinary melody to the voice."-Narrative of a Journey from Agra to Ouzein, by W. Hunter, Esq.