With this extract we leave our readers to digest Mr. Maton's statements, which he may do much better than, it appears, he would be able to do with much of the bread manufactured by the honest fraternity of bakers. MIRZALA. A FRAGMENT FROM THE ARABIC. She shone as the bright bosom'd Houries, that soften More graceful was her's than the antelope's motion, Whose breast stems the billows of Tranguestan's wave Her ringlets of gold o'er her shoulders when streaming, And Mirzala's eyes peered as stars, that are peeping Exhaled, as the peach-blossoms perfume and balm. That delicate bosom for ever was heaving, Like a tremulous lake, when the storms cease to beat; On the shores of Kathay as the melody lingers,* As if all the shores, Like those of Kathay, utter'd music, and gave How bright the Anenome blooms in the morning, With blood has Ben Azra's red threshold been reeking, Oh! Spirit of Love! like the cool gushing fountains, THE REJECTED. Give me my sword again, Give me my gallant steed, There's honor for the brave, That shines in life and death; Oh! who would sigh away A noble heart for thee, When glory shows so fair a ray, To lead to fame the free? Israfil, the angel of sweet sounds the spirit of music. +Ziraleet, a song of rejoicing. A Turkish dagger. And I will school my soul, That e'er I bow'd to love's control, And when thou hear'st my name Will e'er more tender be; CHRISTOPHER. * REMARKS ON CYMBELINE. BY WILLIAM HAZLITT. Cymbeline is one of the most delightful of Shakspeare's hisorical plays. It may be considered as a dramatic romance, in which the most striking parts of the story are thrown into the form of a dialogue, and the intermediate circunstances are explained by the different speakers, as occasion renders it necessary. The action is less concentrated in consequence; but the interest becomes more aerial and refined from the principal of perspective introduced into the subject by the ima ginary changes of scene, as well as by the length of time it occupies. The reading of this play is like going a journey, with some uncertain object at the end of it, and in which the suspense is kept up and heightened by the long intervals between each action. Though the events are scattered over such an extent of surface, and relate to such a variety of characters, yet the links which bind the different interests of the story together are never entirely broken. The most straggling and The accompanying plate illustrates Act III. Scene 4, in which Iachimo describes Imogen's chamber to Posthumous, |