Her soul's first idol and its last,

Lies bleeding in that murderous strife.

But see what moves upon the height?
Some signal!-'tis a torch's light.
What bodes its solitary glare?
In gasping silence tow'rd the shrine
All eyes are turn'd-thine, HINDA, thine
Fix their last failing life beams there.
"Twas but a moment-fierce and high
The death-pile blaz'd into the sky,
And far away o'er rock and flood

Its melancholy radiance sent,
While HAFED, like a vision, stood
Reveal'd before the burning pyre,
Tall, shadowy, like a Spirit of Fire
Shrin'd in its own grand element!
""Tis he!"-the shuddering maid exclaims,
But, while she speaks, he's seen no more;
High burst in air the funeral flames,
And IRAN's hopes and hers are o'er!

One wild, heart-broken shriek she gave-
Then sprung, as if to reach that blaze,
Where still she fix'd her dying gaze,
And, gazing, sunk into the wave,
Deep, deep, where never care or pain
Shall reach her innocent heart again!

Farewell-farewell to thee, ARABY's daughter!
(Thus warbled a PERI beneath the dark sea)
No pearl ever lay, under OMAN's green water,
More pure in its shell than thy spirit in thee.

Oh! fair as the sea-flower close to thee growing,
How light was thy heart till love's wtichery came,
Like the wind of the south* o'er a summer lute blowing,
And hush'd all its music and wither'd its frame!

But long upon ARABY's green sunny highlands,
Shall maids and their lovers remember the doom
Of her who lies sleeping among the Pearl Islands,
With nought but the sea-start to light up her tomb.

And still, when the merry date season is burning,
And calls to the palm-groves the young and the old,

"This wind (the Samoor) so softens the strings of lutes, that they can never be tuned while it lasts."---Stephen's Per

sia.

t "One of the greatest curiosities found in the Persian Gulf is a fish which the English call Star-fish. It is circular, and at night very luminous, resembling the full moon surrounded by rays."--Mirza Abu Taleb.

"For a description of the merriment of the date-time,

The happiest there, from their pastime returning,
At sunset, will weep when thy story is told.

The young village maid, when with flowers she dresses
Her dark flowing hair for some festival day,
Will think of thy fate, till neglecting her tresses,
She mournfully turns from the mirror away.

Now shall IRAN, belov'd of her hero! forget thee,Though tyrants watch over her tears as they start, Close, close by the side of that hero she'll set thee, Embalm'd in the innermost shrine of her heart.

Farewell-be it ours to embellish thy pillow

With every thing beauteous that grows in the deep; Each flower of the rock and each gem of the billow Shall sweeten thy bed and illumine thy sleep.

Around thee shall glisten the loveliest amber
That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept;*
With many a shell, in whose hollow-wreath'd chamber;
We Peris of ocean, by moonlight have slept.

of their work, their dances, and their return home from the palm-groves at the end of autumn with the fruits, v. Kempfer, Amoenitat. Exot.

* Some naturalists have imagined that amber is a concretion of the tears of birds.-v. Trevoux, Chambers.

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We'll dive where the gardens of coral lie darkling,

And plant all the rosiest stems at thy head;

We'll seek where the sands of the Caspian* are sparkling,

And gather their gold to strew over thy bed.

Farewell-farewell-until Pity's sweet fountain

Is lost in the hearts of the fair and the brave, They'll weep for the Chieftain who died on that mountain,

They'll weep for the Maiden who sleeps in this wave.

"The bay Kieselarke, which is otherwise called the Golden Bay, the sand whereof shines as fire."-Struy.

THE singular placidity with which FADLADEEN had listened, during the latter part of this obnoxious story, surprised the Princess and FERAMORZ exceedingly; and even inclined towards him the hearts of these unsuspicious young persons, who little knew the source of a complacency so marvellous. The truth was he had been organizing, for the last few days, a most laudable plan of persecution against the Poet, in consequence of some passages that had fallen from him on the second evening of recital, which appeared to this worthy Chamberlain to contain language and principles, for which nothing short of the summary criticism of the Chabuk* would be advisable. It was his intention, therefore, immediately on their arrival at Cashmere, to give information to the King of Bucharia of the very dangerous sentiments of his minstrel; and if, unfortunately, that monarch did not act with suitable vigour on the occasion, (that is, if he did not give the Chabuk to FERAMORZ, and a place to FADLADEEN,) there would be an end, he feared, of all legitimate government in Bucharia. He could not help, however, auguring better both for himself and the cause of potentates in general; and it was the pleasure arising from these mingled anticipations that diffused such unusual satifaction through his features, and made his eyes

* "The application of whips or rods."-Dubois.