different parts of it, and the Sorcerers finish the ceremony by repeating certain mysterious words; after which they rest confident that the deceased cannot return to the earth to shed the blood of the living. Cassas.

The Turks have an opinion that men that are buried, have a sort of life in their graves. If any man makes affidavit before a judge, that he heard a noise in a man's grave, he is, by order, dug up, and chopped all to pieces. The merchants (at Constantinople), once airing on horseback, had, as usual, for protection, a Janizary with them. Passing by the burying place of the Jews, it happened that an old Jew sat by a sepulchre. The Janizary rode up to him, and rated him for stinking the world a second time, and commanded him to get into his grave again. · Roger North's Life of Sir Dudley North.

"That Heaven has chasten'd thee. Behold this vine."

P. 283.

In these lines I have versified a passage in Bishop Taylor's Sermons, altering as little as possible his unimprovable language.

"For so have I known a luxuriant vine swell into irregular twigs and bold excrescences, and spend itself in leaves and little rings, and afford but trifling clusters to the wine-press, and a faint return to his heart which longed to be refreshed with a full vintage; but when the Lord of the vine had caused the dressers to cut the wilder plant, and made it bleed, it grew temperate in its vain expense of useless leaves, and knotted into fair and juicy branches, and made accounts of that loss of blood, by the return of fruit."

"And difficult the way, of danger full."-P. 284.

It appears from Hafiz, that the way is not easily found out. He says, "Do not expect faith from any one; if you do, deceive yourself in searching for the Simorg and the philosopher's stone."

And away! away! away! - P. 291.

My readers will recollect the Lenora. The unwilling re

semblance has been forced upon me by the subject. I could not turn aside from the road, because Burger had travelled it before. The "Old Woman of Berkeley" has been foolishly called an imitation of that inimitable ballad: the likeness is of the same kind as between Macedon and Monmouth. are ballads, and there is a horse in both.

Mohareb in the robes of royalty, &c. - P. 292.

Both

How came Mohareb to be Sultan of this island? Every one who has read Don Quixote, knows that there are always islands to be had by adventurers. He killed the former

Sultan, and reigned in his stead. What could not a Domdanielite perform? The narration would have interrupted the flow of the main story.

THE NINTH BOOK.

Conscience!...

Poor plodding Priests and preaching Friars may make
Their hollow pulpits and the empty aisles

Of churches ring with that round word: but we,
That draw the subtile and more piercing air
In that sublimed region of a court,
Know all is good we make so, and go on
Secured by the prosperity of our crimes.

B. JONSON. MORTIMER'S FALL.

Lo! on the terrace of the topmost tower
She stands; her darkening eyes,

Her fine face raised to Heaven;

Her white hair flowing like the silver streams
That streak the northern night.

3.

They hear her coming tread,

They lift their asking eyes:
Her face is serious, her unwilling lips
Slow to the tale of ill.

"What hast thou read? what hast thou read?" Quoth Khawla in alarm.

"Danger..death.. judgement!" Maimuna replied.

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4.

“Is that the language of the lights of Heaven?" Exclaim'd the sterner Witch;