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"Let him do what he pleases; he does not want' courage nor address; be assured he will succeed in what he is going about."Muhamid was compelled to give way, and Jahia took with him two pitchers, with which he arrived safe at the wine house. He soon got them filled, and set forward on his return, to make merry with his

they followed the bride to the mosque, according to the Turkish custom; from whence they returned, accompanied by the Imans to the door of her dwelling, where all the assembly bade them farewell. After the usual prayers, the bride was conducted into the chamber of the bridegroom, sherbet was handed round to all the guests, and every one of whom immediately after-friends. wards took their leave.

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Jahia and Muhamid went with some young men of their acquaintance to a kind of tavern, where they diverted themselves and drank wine. They had already taken sufficient to be pretty well heated, when he whose province it was to pour out the wine, said:-" What shall we now do, my friends; we have emptied our pitchers, and it will be attended with danger if we send out for more wine.* Has any one of you courage sufficient to go and get a fresh supply?"Jahia, struck with this observation, said to himself, "I am the only stranger here; and to whom could this speech be addressed if not to me?" He then rose from his seat, and offered to volunteer ou this service. Muhamid's countenance expressed what he felt in his mind, and he immediately remarked-" Did any one ever see a stranger employed in doing the errands of a people belonging to one particular province? Sit down, my dear friend, I shall not consent to what you have proposed. Besides, you are unacquainted with this neighbourhood; you do not know the different paths, and you would run more risk than one of us."All the company agreed that Muhamid was right; and while they applauded the courage of Jahia, they begged he would not take the trouble: but in praising his courage, and admiring his generosity, these young men endeavoured to strengthen his proposal, though they affected to prevent it; and Jahia, like all other young men, thought his honour concerned in his determination to take this rash step. He therefore repeated his resolution, and those who thought of nothing but the getting more wine, at length, said to Muhamid:

Wine, in Mahometan countries, is only allowed to be sold on the sea shore. The place where these young men were assembled was at some distance.

The hour of prayer had been over some time, and the streets were all deserted. However, Jahia perceived at a short distance from him a lanthorn, as he was turning down a bye place near Valida. This light came towards him in that manner that he could neither turn away from it nor make his escape; had he turned back, the noise of his footsteps would cause him to be pursued, and he ran the hazard of being stopped by the sea-side. On the other hand, he could not throw away the pitchers of wine, as that would have seemed a cowardly way of giving up an enterprise he had so strenuously desired to undertake. While he was busied in these reflections, and fearing that the lanthorn was carried by one of the nightly watch, the light advanced still nearer, and he perceived by it a young man who preceded an old one, followed by another slave."

The countenance of the old man was that of a learned sage, aud his beard, as white as silver, descended to his girdle; he had a staff in one hand, and a Turkish rosary in the other. Jahia placed himself against the wall to let these strangers pass, hoping they might not observe him. But when they came up close to him, he heard the old man addressing his prayers to the Almighty in the followwords:"O Alla! in the name of thy seven heavens, of Adam, Eve, thy holy prophets, saints, and martyrs, behold me, thy servant, who has attained this day the age of fourscore years: the summer of my life is past away for ever, and till now I never knew what it was to want a guest at my table, or a hospitable welcome at another's; this is the first night that I am threatened with supping alone. I humbly now implore thy divine majesty, that if my homage for so many years has been acceptable in thy sight, that I may meet with some one with whom I may eat my supper and be entertained with his society."

Jahia regarded the old man with a ter

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law of Mahomet, he told the reason of his having been entrusted with this commission." My friends," added he, " are waiting with impatience: judge yourself what I ought to do, and then command me.”— The old man replied, "My son, your words, as they are the words of truth, are more valuable than the finest pearls of the ocean. You have gained my heart: and know that the person who now speaks to you is the

sia. I have been settled at Scutari ever since I was seven years of age, and I have attained that of fourscore without ever having supped alone. By the blessing of God on my prayers and sacrifices, I have always had wherewithal to give to eat to those who came to see me. When a stranger has not presented himself before me, after the hour of evening prayer, I have returned to the mosque, and chose him who appeared most favourable in my eyes; took him home with me, and gave him the best welcome in my power. I have met with no one this day; and all those whom I separately asked at the mosque made some excuse or other to absent himself. Seeing my case hopeless, I sent up my sup

ror that rendered him motionless, and the kind of prayer that he had offered up made the young man tremble. Assuredly," said he to himself, "this is some great prophet; and what will become of me when he finds me the bearer of this forbidden liquor? When, however, Jahia discovered this venerable personage to be a sheick, who was seeking to discover different objects notwithstanding the darkness of the night, and that having perceiv-sheick Ebulkiar, who was born at Magneed himself, he desired those who accompanied him to bring the lanthorn close up to him, that he might look on him more attentively; and poor Jahia, however he might be disposed to render homage to the sheick, could not, on account of the two pitchers with which he was burthened. The sheick began to return thanks to God for this meeting, and said to Jahia—"You are witness, young man, of my gratitude to Alia, for his goodness in sending you here. If I had not met you I should have gone without my supper: follow me to my house, and do not refuse the pressing invitation I make you."-These words redoubled Jahia's embarrassment. "Certainly," said he to himself, "this man is a saint. I have already deserved the wrathplications to Alla, and he presented to my of Alla, by transgressing his commandments in drinking and carrying wine, I shall now augment my fault, and bring on myself the anger of this holy man if I refuse his request. Yet if I accept his proposal I can never appear again before those who are expecting my return."-In this dilemma Jahia preserved the most profound silence, and the sheick observing that he kept his hands under his robe, suspected that he was concealing something, and to put an end to his doubts he lifted up the robe of Jahia, and beheld the two pitchers. "I thought," said he, "that it was wine that had flushed your countenance, but you need not be uneasy about that in my presence. Which way are you going? I will accompany you; at least, I will follow you at a distance, so as to serve you as a guard: in a word, I will do just as you His first care, after he rejoined his please; but I declare that I will not return friends, was to fill their goblets, and to to my own house without you."-The place the two pitchers on the table: the gentle behaviour of the old man now set joy at his return was exuberant, as they Jahia quite at his ease, and delighted at had almost despaired of seeing him not having experienced any reproof on again that night; his friend Muhamid, what was so expressly forbidden by thell who had been the most uneasy, embraced

view a most agreeable guest in yourself. But," added the old man, “it is not right to prevent you from fulfilling a commission so replete with danger; I will wait for you here, and you shall request of your companions their permission to retire, as you can tell them that if you drink any more wine it may disagree with you. You shall then come and join me, and I am sure you will not repent of granting me the favour I ask of you. I swear to you, by Alla, that I will wait here till your return: you see I trust to your word, though it is in your power to make me pass the whole night here."-The sheick then sat down on a stone, and Jahia congratulated himself on having met a man who was so indulgent: and he promised to return as soon as possible.

him fervently, and they all applauded him || habitation of all earthly delights. Multito the skies. But whatever intreaties they tudes of silver lamps shed around the light made to prevail on him to take his place of an artificial day. A superb sofa was again at the head of the table, they could placed in a beautiful window recess, and not succeed." All that I require," said in the middle of the apartment rose a Jahia," in recompence for the trifling ser- marble fountain, surrounded with pillars vice I have rendered you, is your permis- of the finest workmanship, and whose sion to retire. I am fatigued; and a friend waters were clear as crystal, and filled whom I met with in the wine house has with gold and silver fishes, whose agile made me drink cup after cup so hastily, sports and motions delighted the eye. that my head is very much disordered."- Between the pillars were stands of flowers It was with much difficulty he gained their of every kind and hue. Jahia took his seat consent to his departure, but it was still on the sofa, aud his scuses were ali abmore difficult for him to get rid of his sorbed in the objects that pressed on his friend Muhamid, who insisted on accom- sight. The old man soon perceived what panying him. However, as soon as Jahia was passing within him, and said-" Confound himself alone, he repaired to the spot fide to me the subject of your meditations; where he had left the sheick, who was did not I tell you that I regarded you as a waiting for him, according to his promise. sou? And do not you think it would be Penetrated with his kindness, Jahia pros- better that you should be only the son of a trated himself before the sheick, and offer- sheick's adoption, than to be so in reality? ed to kiss his feet. The sheick raised him, For the tie of adoption is strengthened by up, pressed him to his bosom, saying, “O, inclination, and the friendship of choice my son, prostrate not thyself before a child must be superior to that of nature. Be of the dust."-He then praised him for easy; you are in the house of a friend, you his punctuality, and taking him by the shall be my companion, and our evenings hand, they went out of Scutari together. will be passed in amusements: as I expect After they had passed by the Leper's the angel of death shortly to lay his hand Hospital they came to a garden, the gate of upon me, I will make you heir of all my which seemed like the entrance to a royal wealth; for I find you a young man after palace, and the walls that enclosed the my own heart, and when I am dead you garden were of an immense height. The shall occupy my place."-The sheick then old man knocked at the door, and the voice went into another apartment; but soon of a young girl was heard asking who was after returned, richly clad in a robe so there? She opened the gate immediately finely embroidered with gold and silver on hearing the voice of the sheick. Jahia that it seemed rather that of a Sultan than was enraptured at the sight of her counte- a sheick tie then placed himself beside nance, for she was without a veil, and was Jaba, and the slaves of the sheick brought beautiful as the day, and blooming as the in several dishes of silver set with precious early spring she carried before them a stones and filled with the choicest dainties, silver lamp, in which the flame was kept while the perfumes of musk and ambergris burning by an oil of the most aromatic burnt in vessels of gold, ravished the sense and costly scent. with their odours.

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Or where Pacific vast, capacious laves New worlds, new empires, with its southern waves;

There Britain's daring canvass streams unfurl'd, And wafts her traffic round the social world

Hail, bright'ning era, hail! beneath whose ray Peace, plenty, freedom, all their charms display.

TO JESSY.

The following stanzas are said to have been addressed by Lord Byron to his Lady before their separation.

THERE is a mystic thread of life,

So dearly wreathed with mine alone; .That Destiny's relentless knife,

At once must sever both or none. There is a form, on which these eyes Have often gazed with fond delight: By day-that form their joy supplies,

And dreams restore it through the night. There is a voice, whose tones inspire

Such thrills of rapture in my breast; I would not hear a seraph choir,

Unless that voice could join the rest!
There is a face, whose blushes tell

Affection's tale upon the cheek-
But pallid at one fond farewell,
Proclaim more love than words can speak.
There is a lip, which mine hath prest,
And none had ever prest before;
It vow'd to make me sweetly blest,
And mine-mine only, press it more!
There is a boson-all my own-

Hath pillow'd oft this aching head;
A mouth-which smiles on me alone;

An eye-whose tears with mine are shed.
There are two bearts, whose movements thrill
In unison so closely sweet;
That pulse to pulse, responsive still,

They both must heave-or cease to beat.
There are two souls, whose equal flow
In gentle streams so calmly ruD-
That when they part-they part-ah, no!
They cannot part-those souls are one!

ON HAVING VISITED CLAREMONT IN THE EVENING.

I VIEWED thee at sun-set, thy beauties were shrouded, [veiled,

In the soft gloom of evening thy turrets were And the spirit of sorrow thy silent lakes clouded, While the murmuring breeze thy lost Lady bewailed.

Yes, the day-light of heaven reluctantly left thee, Yet its showers wept softly, and silently fell; And the village, deploring the fate that bereft thee,

In contemplative sadness was mute at its knell.

In the populous city, the minute-bells tolling, Broke the silence of night, and no reveller sate In gladness; but tears of affection were rolling From the idler and sage, from the humble and great.

The solemn accordance of temples resounded, Deep, dull, and sonorons it rose and declined; And solitude all the wide city surrounded,

In sorrow dissolved, but to Heaven resigned. Thou art gone, thou soft vision of glory and lightness,

Like the dream of young slumbers hast va-
nished away;

Yet Piety feels, as it dwells on thy brightness,
Mortality's beauties were born to decay.

Not alone the high nobles attending thy station,
Afflicted and lorn, o'er thy sepulchre bend;
The Prince and the peasant bewail their pri-
vation,

A kingdom its Queen, and the hamlet its friend. In the palace of pomp, in humility's dwelling, Affliction submissively silent deplores;

Yea! the spirit of grief through thy country is swelling,

And Hope droops awhile o'er its desolate
shores.

From pageantry free, in thy calm babitation,
Thy quietude, piety, happiness, love,
Taught wisely the bumble and great of thy nation,
To indigent life and to grandeur above.

And thine influence came on the poor as a blessing

That heaven dispenses unheard and untold; And the full heart of gratitude oft was expressing

Its thanks to the hand it might never behold. Oh! more shall the virtues composing thy story Hereafter impart the deep woe of thy land, Than all the proud monuments raised to thy glory,

By elegy's grief or the sculptor's vain hand. Yes! the streams of remembrance, divine and unfailing,

Will flow thro' thine island when those are no

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And shall the low creature, with ignorance clouded,

Impeach the great purpose of wisdom on high, That God, for his bliss, hath benignantly shrouded?

Bow down thou vain thing and on Heaven rely. Be thou still as the deep, when the darkness was spreading

The motionless waters of Chaos in night, And the spirit of God o'er the silence was shedding

The seeds of the world and futurity's light.

LINES WRITTEN BY KING JAMES I. CROWNES have their compasse, length of daics their date,

Triumphs their tombes, felicitie her fate;

Of more than earth, can earth make none partaker;

But knowledge makes the King most like his maker.

HUNT'S PANACEA, COLLECT a mob to make a showThe bellows of sedition blow

The dew-drops that fall when the sun is declining, Yet to prevent expected harm,
Deploring the shade of that sorrowful bour,
In tremulous beauty at morning are shining

To the orient beams that irradiate the flower.
And round thee will the chrystallized tears of our

sorrow

Still dwell in the sepulchre's transient night, And thy spirit of purity shine on the morrow That dawns on the tomb-immortality's light!

ON PARTRIDGE SHOOTING.
WHEN yellow Ceres with her golden grain,
Rewards the labours of the rural swain;
Our cheerful youth the sylvan sports pursue,
Returning pleasures op'ning to their view.
Led by the morning breeze, and cooling air,
With dogs and guns they to the fields repair;
But chief the sportsman sure perdition brings,
Where the sly partridge sits with folding wings;
Close in the grass the basking covey lies,

But unconceal'd from the sharp pointer's eyes-
Whose leg uplifted, and sagacious nose,
With instinct strange their private haunts dis-
close;

Led by the breeze, and on his game intent,
With caution first he draws the rising scent;
Then after many a pause in mute suspense,
Stands, like a marble statue, void of sense.
Long time the birds that skulk among the weeds,
Perceive his figure thro' the yellow reeds,
Then quick as thought, from the thick stubble
spring,

And in close phalanx ply each sounding wing.
The nimble gunner aims his tube aright,
And in red lightning, death o'ertakes their flight:
Breathless they fall in many a giddy round,
And in convulsive tremor beat the ground.
Others the meadows range with anxious care,
And scatter'd coveys all at once ensnare.
The spreading net from foldings unconfin'd,
True to its point, flows loosely in the wind.
And while his latent game, the setter eyes,
The ardent sportsman watching for the prize-
When from the ground the chatt'ring covey
springs,

Enwraps the filmy texture round their wings.
Thus oft the gun, or else the marshy toil,
Rewards the fowler with the feather'd spoil.

Sound from a coach-roof an alarm!
The praise of order then rehearse,
And bid them quietly disperse.
Now change the note-and raise the storm-
Tell them that nothing but Reform
Can cure the sufferings of the poor,
And drive starvation from the door
That all subscription is absurd,
Compared to this effective word-
That boldly for it they must stand,
For it alone can save the land-
Make drooping manufactures thrive,
And keep the nerves of trade alive-
Make butchers, farmers, cease to cheat,
And at fair prices sell their meat-
Make bakers pangs of conscience feel-
Enlarge the loaf-reduce the meal-
Force e'en hard landlords to relent,
And live without receiving rent.

Abolish (as the work warm waxes)
Pensioners, parsons, tithes, and taxes;
And bring, once more, the happy reign,
Of Revolution back again!

THE SAILOR AND MONKEY. On reading an account of the decision at the Mansion-House, between a Sailor and Showman, concerning a Monkey.

THY judgment, Smith, hath men surprised,
And wicked wags declare,
Whilst thou wast aping Solomon
The Monkey ap'd the Mayor.

MAD SONG BY MRS. OPIE. AH! what is this that on my brow Presses with such o'erwhelming power? My love to heaven is gone I know ;But 'tis to fix our bridal hour!Then on his tomb why should I sorrow? He's gone! but he'll return to-morrow, Ah! then yon lofty bill I'll mount,

And seize on morning's brightest cloud; On that I'll wait my love, and count

The moments till he leaves his shroud: And he the rainbow's vest shall borrow, To grace our bridal-day to-morrow.

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