STORM IN HARVEST. A FRAGMENT. BY CHARLOTTE C. RICHARDSON, AUTHOR OF "LUDOLPH," &c. 'Tis past mid-day-the sun withdraws his beams, While in the dark'ning south, still darker clouds Then upward turns his eyes ;-a look that speaks, Whose friendly boughs some shelter might afford, The knotty centre cleaves! amaz'd, they shrink, Deep in the bosom of the hollow vale The gleaners fly The fatal bolt must fall! Thus conscience speaks, Lightly the show'r descends: the thunder rolls A DREAM. I dreamt a dream, a vision of youth, And oh! could I dream that dream again! It told of a world, whose fairy hues Were ting'd with the rays of hope's sweet light; But that glitt❜ring vision was roughly broke For clouds I saw not in thunder spoke, And could it then be delusion? ah, no! J. R. THE ZEPHYR. Mid' the bells of the lily, the buds of the rose, In the caves of the mountain, the birth-place of streams, Round the bright form of beauty I gently unfold 99 66 BENHADAR. 46 BY THE AUTHOR OF "THE SPANISH GIRL OF THE CORDILLERAS, THE EVE OF ST. JOHN," THE LITTLE DUTCH SENTINEL, COBUS YERKS," &c. A certain bashaw of Smyrna, being on his way to Constantinople, by order of the commander of the faithful, with his retinue of janissaries and servants mounted on fifty camels, arrived about noonday at a fine grove of oranges, in the midst of which a pure spring bubbled forth from beneath a rock, and wandered about like a snake in the grass, diffusing a richer tint of green wherever it passed. The camels hesitated, pricked their ears, and looked wistfully towards the gurgling waters and cooling fountains. "Halt here," said the bashaw to his troop," and let us rest in this shade." The bashaw sat down on a rich cushion of silk, ordered his pipe to be brought, and, crossing his legs, directed his poet, or storyteller, to relate some tale to pass away the time. The poet bowed his head, and began as follows: A merchant of Balsora, who was called Benhadar, one day sat smoking his pipe under the shade of the pomegranates in his garden, and amusing himself with summing up the items of his wealth. "Let me see-I have fifty thousand piastres in merchandize with the caravan which will soon be here; I have twice that sum invested in my two ships coming from the Indies with rich spices and silks; I have eighty thousand owing to me by the great bashaw, Albacil; and my house and gardens are worth as much more. Truly, Benhadar, thou art rich; enjoy thyself, and be happy." He was interrupted by a messenger, who came, in breathless haste, to inform him that the caravan, which was bringing his merchandize, had |