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ever, he had fallen into a sort of sullen stupor; but now the big tears gathered anew under his eyelids.
“ Speak-speak, you who are near to him !” she cried, distractedly addressing a few who, like myself, seemed to overtop the head of the soldiers. • Tell him that his mother and sister have struggled up from Auvergne to see him. Tell him she is innocent—tell him Manon is innocent! Say, that while he was incurring this dreadful sentence, by absenting himself without leave from his regiment to seek after his sister at the Count's château, she was safe with father at Riom. She is ill-very ill! Bid him send her his forgiveness. Say that his old mother pledges her soul for the innocence of her poor calumniated girl! 'o sirs ! speak to Victor! See! they are marching off, and he has not heard me! He will never know the truth. They are bearing him to prison, and he will be tormented night and day by the thoughts of his sister's shame. Will no one follow him? Will no one speak to him? Will no one—no one pity me and help me?”
“ Par ici, ma bonne !—Come back to the young woman!” panted a breathless gamin, plucking her by the sleeve.
“Quick, quick !—the girl is dying !” shouted a second, dragging
“ Let the poor soul alone,” interposed a third, in a lower voice; “I tell you it is too late. She is dead.” And at that moment the gay military band, breathing the strain of the “ Cachucha" with all its brass, wheeled lightsomely past.
“And you told me that my sensibility had nothing to fear in witnessing this accursed scene !” sighed, or rather sobbed, my consin Peter, after we had assisted to guard the body of the soldier's sister from the trampling of the throng, until the arrival of the commissaire de police, to draw out his procès verbal. “I vow I would not have to go through the spectacle of that old peasant woman's despair again to be made a fellow of the Royal Society!"
“ You must not suppose such things of frequent occurrence here,” said I, scarcely able to articulate.
“ I wonder,” said Peter, stopping short, “whether any one was considerate enough to inform the poor lad that his sister was lying dead in the Place, and his mother half distracted by her side ?
“ Let us hope not !” I replied, with a heavy sigh. fellow has had misery enough for to-day, in undergoing his sentence. I am even satisfied with my own portion, in having been a mere spectator of his Degrading.”
- The young
THE POWER OF BEAUTY.
This, this is beauty.
Joy dwells with beauty.
All hail to beauty!
W. M. D.
THE HAREM UNVEILED.
ARCHIMEDES wanted but leverage in order to enable him to capsize this little globe of ours—a delightful result of philosophy, it cannot be denied, to send us trundling into infinite space! With what gusto the projectors and lady patronesses of science must have listened to the old fellow's lectures at the “Syracusan Mechanics’ Institution.” Talk of the losses of literature indeed; what are they all to the single absence of a syllabus of one course of his lectures ? Not very much unlike this theory of his is the idea that our modern novelists, and writers of tales for annuals, and all that sort of thing, seem to entertain. Give them but the name of a country in Mexico, the Incas start life-like before their rapt vision : Africa suggests Jumborumbo, squaws, (Skwinckanacoosta and such like): China, the dynasty of Ise-chin-fo, Confucius, and the Boures. Their genius is essentially suggestive. Not the least amusing part of the pageant thus conjured up before our mind's eye, is the way that our John Bull habits, ideas, and trains of thought, are adapted to any latitude or longitude under heaven. Amongst the number of my enfans perdus, I find an Oriental fragment; Morier, Miss Pardoe, Pachas of Three Tails, and many tales, have won unto themselves fair repute by the same sort of thing; why, in the name of the Prophet, should I not puff the chibouque of complacency on the divan of popularity! Speak, O, less than dogs ! -Chok chay, I have spoken. This fragment was sent, like my former, to Christopher North; may his mother's grave be defiled! he returned it with a hint that I had better confine my attention to practical chemistry. Again and again I say, judge between Olinthus Jenkinson, and rusty crusty Christopher.
« THE HARAM UNVEILED.
AN ORIENTAL FRAGMENT.
“ The plashing waves of the sea of Marmora lazily sank and rose against the marble palaces of Stamboul; the dusky rocks of the Asian coast loomed hazy in the distance, unchangeable, immutable, the same now and for ever; the distant minarets of Scutari beamed fair and unearthly beneath the placid beams of the silvery moon, like a vision of the future Paradise which awaits each true believer the moment that the last trumpet shall have called him from his sleep to the bosoms of the embowered houris ! Pera, too, the beautiful! Oh! how passing fair it showed beneath that calm blue azure sky. Beautiful-oh, how beautiful! The Turkish fishermen, attired in their picturesque pe-kôtes were returning home in their light caïques laden with spoil. This dress is formed of rough blue cloth, — it covers the arms, and sits loosely round the body, reaching from the neck to the knee, it laps over, and is secured by large wooden buttons in front, à shawl lightly fastened round the waist, with a norwest-er, or fisherman's turban, completed the costume. The cannon boomed along the Bosphorus, while their light barks skimmed lightly over the dark-blue waves, appearing from the reflection of their lights like so many fire-flies in the plains of Giz-tan.
“One bark was distinguished above the others for speed. It bore two strangers; one of whom, enveloped in the folds of his cloak, seemed buried in abstraction ; broken sentences at times escaped from his lips—Emily-death-other climes—false one-my native land-farewell !-ha! ha!-proud one-early grave-perhaps a tear - own Augustus. He might possibly be about three-and-twenty years of age ; he was dark and pale — very pale, with a profusion of black curling hair. If anything could have been objected to the almost perfect chiselling of his features, and form of face, it would have been the lordly fault of a forehead somewhat too high, which was marked already with the tokens of premature thought. The other stranger was evidently his attendant. As the bark advanced, the Turk who was steering her chanted a lay, the chorus of which the four rowers took up.
THE BOATMAN'S SONG.
Allah il Allah, give way!
Allah il Allah, give way! “The measured and melancholy song seemed deeply to affect the young stranger; he listened attentively, and, before the chant was ended, the hand that was resting on the carpet-bag, which lay at the bottom of the caïque, grasped it more firmly. He was himself again! Oh! sad it is to see the young spirit like an imprisoned eagle chafe against the bars of its prison cage, to see early hopes blighted, young affections withered, and a copious crop of regrets, self-contempt, shame, and remorse, springing up,- like dank, noisome, ugly weeds, -in the breasts of the noble, the beautiful, the free. He took a kitar from the hands of his attendant, and his young spirit poured itself out in song.
THE STRANGER'S SONG.
I have come-I have come !
I have come-1 have come!
“The boat had now floated past the necropolis of Eyoub, and was passing amidst a crowd of vessels from every quarter under heaven; here were tall ships, laden with the skins of animals, and the highly prized talló from Archangel ; barks carrying maidens who had been torn from the bosom of their families, to become the prize of the highest bidder in the market of Stamboul. Oh, what a host of ideas they conjured up in the mind of the young Frank ! He was scarcely prevented by his attendant from rushing to their rescue. As they passed on, they were received by a mariner, who was puffing his chibouque in the stern of one of the slave-ships, with the usual salutation of • Pik alikum,'—is your humour good ? to which the answer was Guzel!'-good. Here were vessels from his own land, with their formidable tiers of guns, and England's flag lazily floating, like a coloured meteor, in the spice-laden breeze. The stranger wrapped his boat-cloak around him, and remained abstracted till they reached the place of disembarkation. There were here about four hundred Turks sitting smoking their pipes, with small cups of coffee placed near them ; not a word was interchanged; they inhaled in silence the aroma of their chibouques, occasional expressions, such as “ Allah Allah! Allah akbar !'- there is but one God, and Mohammed is his prophet - escaped from their lips; but, as these religious convictions implied no heterodoxy on the part of the utterers, they were received without remark. When his attendant had removed his baggage, he stood for some little time in an abstracted mood, considering the strange scene which was spread out before him. From this he was aroused by the appearance of a Tâtar mounted on a coal-black Arabian steed, who advanced like the spirit of the storm careering on the simoom, into the middle of the throng. He pulled from beneath his vest a parchment, sealed with the imperial seal, and presented it to five persons in succession. The first individual ejaculated ‘ kismet,'—the second Allah akbar,'the third · felech,'—the fourth be chesm,'—the fifth · hum-boog.' In succession they knocked the ashes out of the small red bowls of their chibouques ; in succession they kissed the imperial seal ; in succession they untied their cravats; round the necks of the five, successively, did the Tâtar fasten the fatal bowstring ; and then, drawing his light scimitar, in succession he divided the blackened heads of the five from their quivering corses; wiped his sword upon the robe of one of them ; put the heads into his saddle-bags, and rode away.
“The young Englishman remained aghast, and inquired anxiously of the by-smokers what was the meaning of this outrage.
Aijaib !'-wonderful! replied one.—He bilirim,'—what can I say? responded a second. “Mustapha is gone, Saïda too; their faces were blackened in the sight of His Highness. Kibaubs and pillaux they will eat no more. I have said it !' So saying, he resumed his occupation with the constitutional apathy of a Turk. The mangled corpses of the wretched men remained still on the ground; from them oozed out the trickling gore in thick gouts upon the discoloured strand, while they lay unnoticed and unwept till the senseless clay should be resolved into the elements of which it was compounded. Horror ! horror!
“ The young Frank with a sickening spirit left the gaily-vested throng, which showed like a petrified parterre in the trembling light of the pale full moon, and advanced into the heart of the city to seek
accommodation for the night. It is not amidst the solitudes of Nature solitudes miscalled, where the safsaf and the mimosa mirror their beauties in the polished gleam of the silver fount, whose breast is ruffled once and again by the light leap of the golden fish, rejoicing, like happy spirits, in their own beauty; where the wild bee makes its home; where the nightingale trills out her floods of deep and impassioned melody to her own dear bulbul; where all things rejoice in their own loveliness. It is not there, I say, that the heart longs for sympathy with an unquenchable yearning, although it may wish for an accordant ear to be attuned with it to the music of the scene; but it is in the marble palace, in the crowded street, in the thronged market-place, that the solitary stranger feels that he is alone- quite alone!
“Groups of gay revellers passed him occasionally; occasionally he paused to behold the performances of the almé, or dancing-girls; but no one interchanged' words with him: at length he addressed himself to a dervish, who was seated upon a heated stove, and was employing his leisure hours in divesting himself of his toe-nails, hoping thereby to arouse the charity of the faithful.
is Holy father,' said he, 'I am a stranger just arrived in the city of Stamboul, and would fain find accommodation for the night.'
“Mashallah !' said the dervish, 'in the name of the Prophet Hurroo! By the black stone at Mecca, young shakal-siz-young nobeard ; avrat der—it is a woman!'
“Nay, father,' said the Frank, who felt an involuntary respect for the religious observances of this strange being, 'I am a man even as thou art, and would beg the favour of thy direction in this strange city, to some place where I can obtain quarters to lodge myself and my attendant.'
Ahi, pekahi—very well; bakalum—we shall see; sit by me, young sir, and I will tell thee.' With these words he made room for him on the stove.
««« Father,” said the youth, evening is wearing on; I may no Jonger stay; but with the.wan moon speed on my lonely, lonely way.'
cs. Hist! kutstick be gone! You are a giaour, an infidel ; your words are nought, and your face is blackened in my sight. Leave Suleiman of the thousand corns to his fate.'
“He left accordingly the ascetic to his meditations, not a little wondering at his religious fanaticism, which exceeded all he had ever heard or read of. On turning round at a little distance, he beheld the sage, who had now accomplished his task, take a lighted coal from under him, and proceed to light his pipe. The night was wearing on, and feeling the necessity of finding some resting-place, he dismissed his attendant down one of the streets leading from the great square, whilst he proceeded himself down another, agreeing that they should meet there in an hour's time. He wended, accordingly, on his way down the deserted street in quest of adventure, determined to make as light as possible of the fate which he had brought upon himself. The first persons he met with were a band of gay gallants employed in wrenching the belpúls, or knockers, off the doors of the sober citizens. These worthies were evidently inebriated, and fresh from the opium-shop, where they had been quaffing something stronger than sherbet.