And far beyond the Moslem's powered I
Had wrong'd him with the faithless Giaour.
Somewhat of this had Hassan deen'd
But still so fond, so fair she seem'd,quodT
Too well he trusted to the slave 91 4A
Whose treachery deserved a grave;
And on that eve had gone to mosque, ein
And thence to feast in his kiosk.eo. I
Such is the tale his Nubians tell,

Who did not watch their charge too well;
But others say, that on that night,
By pale Phingari's trembling light,
The Giaour upon his jet-black steed
Was seen, but seen alone, to speed
With bloody spur along the shore,
Nor maid nor page behind him bore.

Phingari, the moon.jp of garde

+ The celebrated fabulous ruby of Sultan Giamschid, the embellisher of Istakhar; from its splendour, named Schebgerag, The Torch of Night, also The Cup of the Sun, etc.

Al-Sirat, the bridge of breadth less than the thread of a famished spider, over which the Mussulmans must skate into Paradise, to which it is the only entrance: but this is not the worst, the river beneath being hell itself, into which, as may be expected, the unskilful and tender of foot contrive to tumble with a facilis descensus Averni, not very pleasing in prospect to the next passenger. There is a shorter cut downwards to the Jews and Christians.

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A vulgar error; the Koran allots at least a third of Paradise to well-behaved women; but by far the greater number of Mussulmans interpret the text their own way, and exclude their moieties from heaven. Being enemies to Platonics, they cannot discern any fitness of things' in the souls of the other sex, conceiving them to be superseded by the Houris.

An oriental simile, which may perhaps, though fairly stolen, be deemed plus Arabe qu'en Arabie.

Hyacinthine, in Arabic Sunbul;' as common a thought in the Eastern peets as it was among the Greeks.

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As midst her handmaids in the hall
She stood superior to them all,qmer Me
Hath swept the marble where her feet
Gleam'd whiter than the mountain sleet,
Ere from the cloud that gave it birth
It fell, and caught one stain of earth.
The cygnet nobly walks the water-d
So moved on earth Circassia's daughter-
The loveliest bird of Franguestan * VA
As rears her crest the ruffled Swan, mor
And spurns the wave with wings of pride,
When pass the steps of stranger man

Along the banks that bound her tide;
Thus rose fair Leila's whiter neck:-
Thus arm'd with beauty would she check
Intrusion's glance, till Folly's gazeroy not
Shrunk from the charms it meant to praise.
Thus high and graceful was her gait;
Her heart as tender to her mate-
Her mate-stern Hassan, who was he?
Alas! that name was not for thee!

Stern Hassan hath a journey ta'en With twenty vassals in his train, Each arm'd, as best becomes a man, With arquebuss and ataghan; The chief before, as deck'd for war, Bears in his belt the scimitar Stain'd with the best of Arnaut blood, When in the pass the rebels stood, And few returned to tell the tale

Of what befel in Parne's vale.

The pistols which his girdle bore.

Were those that once a pacha wore,

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And theirs may be a feast to-night,

Shall tempt them down ere morrow's light,
Beneath, a river's wintry streamedtalk
Has shrunk before the summer beam,
And left a channel bleak and bare,
Save shrubs that spring to perish there.
Each side the midway path there lay T
Small broken crags of granite grey,
By time, or mountain lightning riven
From summits clad in mists of heaven;
For where is he that hath beheld
The peak of Liakura unveil'd?

They reach the grove of pine at last : ⚫ Bismillah ! now the peril's past; For yonder view the opening plain, And there we'll prick our steeds amain :* The Chiaus spake, and as he said, A bullet whistled o'er his head; Jurf The foremost Tartar bites the ground! Scarce had they time to check the rein, Swift from their steeds the riders bound;

But three shall never mount again : Unseen the foes that gave the wound, The dying ask revenge in vain.

With steel unsheath'd, and carbine bent, Some o'er their courser's harness leant,

Half shelter'd by the steed;

Some fly behind the nearest rock,
And there await the coming shock,

Nor tamely stand to bleed
Beneath the shaft of foes unseen,
Who dare not quit their craggy screen.
Stern Hassan only from his horse
Disdains to light, and keeps his course,
Till fiery flashes in the van
Proclaim too sure the robber-clan
Have well secured the only way
Could now avail the promised prey;
Then curl'd his very beard with ire,t
And glared his eye with fiercer fire:
'Though far and near the bullets hiss,
I've 'scaped a bloodier hour than this.'
And now the foe their covert quit,
And call his vassals to submit;
But Hassan's frown and furious word
Are dreaded more than hostile sword,
Nor of his little band a man
Resign'd carbine or ataghan,
Nor raised the craven cry, Amaun!
In fuller sight more near and near,
The lately ambush'd foes appear,
And, issuing from the grove, advance
Some who on battle-charger prance.
Who leads them on with foreign brand,
Far flashing in his red right hand?
'Tis he! 'tis he! I know him now;
I know him by his pallid brow;

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Bismillah-In the name of God;' the commencement of all the chapters of the Koran but one, and of prayer and thanksgiving.

I know him by the evil eye and jet bas
That aids his envious treachery;

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I know him by his jet-black barb remot
Though now array'd in Arnaut garb, 28
Apostate from his own vile faith, few not
It shall not save him from the death oĦ
'Tis he well met in any hour,edino ba
Lost Leila's love, accursed Giaour l'A
As rolls the river into ocean,
2 done
In sable torrent wildly streaming;
As the sea-tide's opposing motion,
In azure column proudly gleaming,
Beats back the current many a rood,
In curling foam and mingling flood,
While eddying whirl, and breaking wave,
Roused by the blasts of winter, rave;
Through sparkling spray, in thundering clash,
The lightnings of the waters flash
In awful whiteness o'er the shore,
That shines and shakes beneath the roar;
Thus-as the stream and ocean greet,
With waves that madden as they meet-
Thus join the bands, whom mutual wrong,
And fate and fury drive along.

The bickering sabres' shivering jar,

And pealing wide or ringing near

Its echoes on the throbbing ear,

The death-shot hissing from afar ;
The shock, the shout, the groan of war,
Reverberate along that vale,

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More suited to the shepherd's tale: Though few the numbers-theirs the strife, That neither spares nor speaks for life! Ah! fondly youthful hearts can press, To seize and share the dear caress; But Love itself could never pant For all that beauty sighs to grant, With half the fervour Hate bestows Upon the last embrace of foes, When grappling in the fight they fold Those arms that ne'er shall lose their hold: Friends meet to part; Love laughs at faith; True foes, once inet, are joined till death!

Amaun,' quarter, pardon.

The flowered shawls generally worn by persons of

rank.

1

'Yes, Leila sleeps beneath the wave, But his shall be a redder grave; Her spirit pointed well the steel Which taught that felon heart to feel. He call'd the Prophet, but his power Was vain against the vengeful Giaour: He call'd on Allah, but the word Arose unheeded or unheard.mbient 19 Thou Paynim fool! could Leila's prayer Be pass'd, and thine accorded there? I watch'd my time, I leagued with these, The traitor in his turn to seize; My wrath is wreak'd, the deed is done, And now I go-but go alone.'

The browsing camels' pells are tinkling,
His Mother look'd from her lattice high-
She saw the dews of eve besprinkling
The pasture green beneath her eye,

She saw the planets faintly twinkling:
''Tis twilight-sure his train is nigh.' T
She could not rest in the garden-bower,
But gazed through the grate of his steepest
tower: 15WAY (d

'Why comes he not? his steeds are fleet,
Nor shrink they from the summer heat;
Why sends not the Bridegroom his promised
gift?

Is his heart more cold, or his barb less swift?
Oh, false reproach ! yon Tartar now
Has gain'd our nearest mountain's brow,
And warily the steep descends,
And now within the valley bends;
And he bears the gift at his saddle-bow-
How could I deem his courser slow?
Right well my largess shall repay
His welcome speed and weary way.'

The Tartar lighted at the gate,
But scarce upheld his fainting weight;
His swarthy visage spake distress,
But this might be from weariness;
His garb with sanguine spots was dyed,
But these might be from his courser's side;
He drew the token from his vest-
Angel of Death 'tis Hassan's cloven crest!
His calpac rent-his caftan red-
'Lady, a fearful bride thy Son hath wed:
Me, not from mercy, did they spare,
But this empurpled pledge to bear.
Peace to the brave! whose blood is spilt:
Joe Woe to the Giaour! for his the guilt,"

A turban carved in coarsest stone, A pillar with rank weeds o'ergrown, A Whereon can now be scarcely read The Koran verse that mourns the dead, Point out the spot where Hassan fell A victim in that lonely dell.

There sleeps as true an Osmanlie

As e'er at Mecca bent the kneebad Fate

As ever scorn'd forbidden wine,

Or pray'd with face towards the shrine,
In orisons resumed anew

At solemn sound of Allah Hut
Yet died he by a stranger's hand,
And stranger in his native land;
Yet died he as in arms he stood,
And unavenged, at least in blood.
But him the maids of Paradise
Impatient to their halls invite,
And the dark heaven of Houris' eyes t

On him shall glance for ever bright; They come their kerchiefs green they wave,‡ And welcome with a kiss the brave Who falls in battle 'gainst a Giaour Is worthiest an immortal bower,

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The turban, pillar, and inscriptive verse, decorate the tombs of the Osmanlies, whether in the cemetery or the wilderness. In the mountains you frequently pass similar mementos; and on inquiry you are informed that they record some victim of rebellion, plunder, or revenge.

Allah Hu!' the concluding words of the Muezzin's call to prayer from the highest gallery on the exterior of the minaret. On a still evening, when the Muezzin has a fine voice, which is frequently the case, the effect is solemn and beautiful beyond all the bells in Christendom.

1 The following is part of a battle-song of the Turks: I see-I see a dark-eyed girl of Paradise, and she waves a handkerchief, a kerchief of green; and cries aloud, "Come, kiss me, for I love thee."

Monkir and Nekir are the inquisitors of the dead, before whom the corpse undergoes a slight novitiate and preparatory training for damnation. If the answers are none of the clearest, he is hauled up with a scythe and thumped down with a red-hot mace till properly seasoned, with a variety of subsidiary proba. tions. The office of these angels is no sinecure: there are but two, and the number of orthodox deceased being in a small proportion to the remainder, their hands are always full. Consult Sale's Koran. Eblis, the Oriental Prince of Darkness.

the turban.

Then ghastly haunt thy native place, A
And suck the blood of all thy race:g
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corse: mily A
Thy victims, ere they yet expire,
Shall know the demon for their sire,'s
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are wither'd on the stem.
But one that for thy crime must fall,
The youngest, most beloved of all,
Shall bless thee with a father's name-
That word shall wrap thy heart in flame A
Yet must thou end thy task, and mark
Her cheek's last tinge, her eye's last spark,
And the last glassy glance must view
Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue; l
Then with unhallow'd hand shall tear
The tresses of her yellow hair,

Of which in life a lock when shorn
Affection's fondest pledge was worn;
But now is borne away by thee,
Memorial of thine agony

Wet with thine own best blood shall drip*
Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip;
Then stalking to thy sullen grave,
Go-and with Ghouls and Afrits rave;r
Till these in horror shrink away
From spectre more accursed than they!

'How name ye yon lone Caloyer?

His features I have scann'd before In mine own land: 'tis many a year, Since, dashing by the lonely shore, I saw him urge as fleet a steed As ever served a horseman's need. But once I saw that face, yet then It was so marked with inward pain, I could not pass it by again; It breathes the same dark spirit now, As death were stamp'd upon his brow."

"Tis twice three years at summer tide of Since first among our freres he came; And here it soothes him to abide.

For some dark deed he will not name, ede hBut never at our vesper prayer, ko Nori e'er before confession chair, Kneels he, nor recks he when arise Incense or anthem to the skies, But broods within his cell alone, His faith and race alike unknown.

The sea from Paynim land he crost,
And here ascended from the coast;
Yet seems he not of Othman race,ŁA
But only Christian in his face:
of nativmand
I'd judge him some stray renegade, A
Repentant of the change he made, Maba A
Save that he shuns our holy shrine,
Nor tastes the sacred bread and wine.
Great largess to these walls he brought,
And thus our abbot's favour bought;
tiog stige soH
But were I prior, not a day
Should brook such stranger's further stay,
Or pent within our penance cell HD SH
Should doom him there for aye to dwell.
Much in his visions mutters he bliss H
Of maiden whelm'd beneath the sea
Of sabres clashing, foemen flying, I rod
Wrongs avenged, and Moslem dying,
On cliff he hath been known to stand,
And rave as to some bloody hand,uedT
Fresh sever'd from its parent limb, wy
Invisible to all but him,og I won buA
Which beckons onward to his grave,
And lures to leap into the wave.'

nungand sro to avrob odi wa ana Dark and unearthly is the scowlany T That glares beneath his dusky cowl: The flash of that dilating eyed River Reveals too much of times gone by; se Though varying, indistinct its hue, Oft will his glance the gazer rue, swit For in it lurks that nameless spell, Which speaks, itself unspeakable,na 10% A spirit yet unquell'd and high, That claims and keeps ascendancy; And like the bird whose pinions quake, But cannot fly the gazing snake, om do Will others quail beneath his look, Nor 'scape the glance they scarce can brook, From him the half-affrighted friar When met alone would fain retire, bu As if that high and bitter smile Transferr'd to others fear and guile Not oft to smile descendeth hewit And when he doth, 'tis sad to see That he but mocks at Misery.no How that pale lip will curl and quiver !! Then fix once more as if for ever; we aff As if his sorrow or disdain #gim eigi will Forbade him e'er to smile again,dung all Well were it so-such ghastly mirth, From joyaunce ne'er derived its birth, But sadder still it were to trace to isgr What once were feelings in that face; Time hath not yet the features fix'd,p. But brighter traits with evil mix'de And there are hues not always faded, Which speak a mind not all degraded,aft Even by the crimes through which it waded, The common crowd but see the gloom Of wayward deeds, and fitting doom The close observer can espy ei

A noble soul, and lineage high: