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by the united backs of four lions, admirably || the high narrow black cap of sheep-skin, sculptured in white marble. The pillars and the long bushy beard, now the mode themselves are carved with arabesque de- || amongst the fashionables of Persia.—But vices and foliages, executed in mirror, there was one picture which particularly painting, and gilding; some twisting spi- engaged my attention—nay two, partners rally, others winding in golden wreaths, or to each other. The first arose from the running into stars or network circles, and following circumstance, and I listened deevery other intricacy of ornament. The lighted to its little history, while contemceilings are equally emblazoned with || plating the gracefully chivalric figures it flowers, fruits, birds, butterflies, in gold and described. The time was when Shah Abbas silver and painting, and thousands of com- held his second campaign against the Turks. partments of glittering looking-glass. Lord | The Ottoman troops were collecting in Byron must have somewhere seen the ex- I great numbers on the north-western frontraordinary effects of such numerous scat-| tiers of Persia, and to watch their movetered reflections to have given rise to that ments, or mar their progress, the Shah, beautiful and affecting passage in one of who led his army himself, encamped on the his poems, when he describes the fractured | banks of that noble river called the Kur state of his mind, thus multiplying the (anciently the Cyrus); which, rising in the image of his dead mistress to so many | Caucasus, winds magnificently round Georhaunting spectres, that his oppressed senses | gia, “ famed for lovely maids,” and other could discover no refuge from the infinite provinces bordering the Caspian, till it presence of her he loved and mourned. unites its darkly-rolling waters with that

At the extremity of this immense open celebrated inland sea. gallery, appear two pillars of similar taste; One day, previously to the opening of acand from their superb capitals spring the tual hostilities, the royal commander, with limbs of a spacious arch, forming the en- two or three of his generals, happened to trance to a grand interior saloon, where all || be riding close to the southern margin of the costly inventions of Persian luxury || the river. A party of Turkish officers were have been lavished with unsparing pro- | at their games on the opposite shore; and fusion. The decorations are beyond de- not guessing the Persians they saw to be scription ; indeed its columns, walls, and of any superior military rank to their own, ceiling, might afford a study of ages for they gaily invited them across, to share designs in the art. The floors of both their pastime and soldiers' fare. Abbas, apartments are spread with the richest with that generous confidence natural to carpets, of the manufacture of at least a the highest order of the brave, frankly achundred years ago, and look fresh as if | cepted the proposal, and passed the river just from the loom—a proof of the purity with his generals. They were hailed like of the climate. From the second saloon good comrades, and well entertained; and two folding-doors lead into a very wide it was the joyous group, seated at the and lofty banqueting hall, hung on every festive board, I saw depicted before me. side with pictures, generally pourtraying At parting with his merry hosts, it appears convivial scenes, fully declaring the purpose that the Shah, in his turn, gave them a of the chamber. Wine, the peculiar pas- warm invitation to the Persian quarters. sion and bane of the descendants of Shah || “We will come with double pleasure,” Abbas, seemed to have been here in all its cried the gayest of the Turkish party, “if glory; an air of carousal being evident in you promise to contrive us a sight of your most of the figures, while the goblets | young king, whose bold arm has set all mantled every where with the anacreontic our old heroes on their mettle !” The juice. Dancing-girls varied the groups by Shah smiled, and engaged to gratify them, their attitudes and costumes, shewing the if they would as confidently trust themdifferent countries whence they came; / selves to a certain point on the southern while the gay personages they assisted to bank of the river, as he and his friends entertain sat in large turbans, full mus- had done, on their word, to the north tachios, and with smooth-shaven chins, This was assented to; and, accordingly, at producing an effect the very opposite to the specified hour next day, the jocund,




Turks arrived at the place of rendezvous ; || memorial of his fame, as a monarch and a where they indeed found their recent guest | knight of chivalry. This vast square (nearly and his comrades; but others also were | 3,000 feet across) and surrounded by the there, by whose reverential demeanour to noblest specimens of Asiatic architecture, the leader of the first group, the Ottoman must at one time have presented an epitome visitants soon discovered who their guest of the prosperity of the empire. Here really was. Abbas for a few moments en- were displayed the merchandize of the joyed their surprise; then taking them by world; here were exhibited tournaments the hand, with the same cordial familiarity of heroes from every quarter of it! On as that with which he had parted from the north-west side of this immense area them, led them into his royal pavilion ; and, | appears the grand entrance tower of the entertaining them like a prince and a sol- bazar ; the south-east stands the dier, set a sumptuous repast before them; || Mesched Shah, or mosque of the king, then conducted them himself back through perhaps the most superb building of the his camp, and dismissed them with magni- | kind in the whole empire. The north-east ficent presents of arms and fine horses. is occupied by another religious structure;

“ Ab!” cried the narrator, “ this is but | and to the south-west, the Ali Kopi gate one instance out of hundreds, of the li- rears itself in unequalled majesty.

By berality of this prince! Indeed, magni- | the term gate we are not to understand ficence to strangers, and munificence to his a huge porch of entrance, however grand; people, were his prominent characteris. at least, not so in the East; but rather a tics !" In my turn, I could only feel that lofty and extensive building, combined with such grandeur of character is rare even the actual portal, full of apartments for amongst Christian monarchs; and when it strength, or state. Some were here apappears thus in a Mahometan, we can propriated to courts of justice; others record it only as an especial sign that there to the occasional visits of the sovereign, is one all-gracious Father over all, one whether on subjects of public affairs, king of kings, that sheds his beams of or to take cognizance of what was passbeneficence through every breast. Shahing in the great square, from his open Abbas, a devotee in his own faith, was throne, which crowns this truly regal strucnevertheless tolerant to every other. His | ture. It is divided into several stories of sacred ancestry gave him the title of Saint ; | chambers, all over the vast archway of his own animated temperament made him entrance; and the flights of steps which a hero, and a man of pleasure. He per- conduct to them are all of the most beautiformed pilgrimages on foot; he endowed fully variegated porcelain. The first of mosques with the splendour of palaces ; | these ascents leads to the open saloon dihis palaces were the seats of legislature ; | rectly over the porch. The roof is suphis anderoon (the harem) a council of arms; || ported by stately pillars. They, and the while the gardens of his city residence, || domed ceiling above them, are now fast open to the people, resounded with martial | fading, but once shone in the richest exercises, fêtes, and revelry. It was only | blazonry of Asiatic chivalry and romantic in the retired balconied saloons, or the decorations. Within that balconied throne remotest groves of the fountained grottoes the magnificent Shah Abbas viewed the of the Chehel Setoon, that he gave up his maneuvres of his cavalry, or the gallant soul to softness and repose; and then || tilting of his knights; and bright eyes Azule soothed, and blessed, and rewarded | sparkled around, for many looked from with her chaste tenderness, the valiant | the latticed windows of the adjacent noble toils, the fostering cares, of the sovereign dwellings. of forty nations !

From the roof of this palace-gate a very The bounds of the Chaher Bagh lie so extensive panorama of the city presents near one side of the Maidan Shah, the itself; which, in the days of its prosperity, other finest monument of the Great Abbas's || must have been glorious as imagination magnificence, it seems only a natural pro- can conceive. At present, with the exgress, to pass from the gardens of his ception of the fairy pavilions in the Chaher recreation immediately into that superb || Bagh, the whole appears a mass of ruinous


streets, houses, and mosques; though cer- takes his last impression of this setting tainly soothingly to the eye, relieved by the sun of departed greatness from the groves intervening shade of poplars, chinar, and of its still remaining paradises ! who even fruit trees, which “ mark where the strives to remember Ispahan in her roses, gardens have been ” that formerly showed | jessamines, and clustering garlands of many each inhabited mansion. The prospect be- || flowers; who hears her latest sigh in the yond shews the country in similar abandon- thrill of her nightingale; and, if he cannot ment; the brilliant waters of the Zeinderood see her still all alive in the glories of health, winding their way between wasted spots, yet sheds his parting tear on the beautiful which had once been cultivated fields ; and remains--pale, cold, lifeless, yet breathing hamlets lying in heaps, without human sweets, embalming memory and the grave! voice wandering through the desolation.

P.J. Happy, then, is the traveller who rather

(To be continued.)

Original poetry.


Look on the fond, fond fruitless tears we sherl,

While kneeling at the turf that coldly shrouds Oh! that this we knew,

The loved, the buried-do we kneel alone ? But this !--that through the silence of the night, No! they are near us-breathing balmy sighs Some voice, of all the lost ones and the true,

Of tenderest pity. Messengers from Him Would speak, and say, if in their fair repose,

Who marks the beatings of the breaking heart, We are yet aught of what we were to those

From their eternal bomes they come they come We call the dead !"


With healing on their wings and Grief's pale

child They are not gone--the loved ones of the

Looks up and cries, “ Father, thy will be grave

done!" Though the earth rests upon their mortal bosoms, | -- FATHER!-0, when that great, that ONE They are not gone !—With strong though un

great name seen power

Trembles upon our lips in secret prayerThey minister unto our spirits yet.

When the deep worship of the contrite heart Ay-they are with us in our pilgrimage,

Rises to His high throne-lo, they are nigh!Cheering us on with gentle whisperings of holy hope, and peace, and heaven-born joy. They, whom we prayed with in the days of

youth Though veiled from our dim eyes, their radiant

At God's own Altar--and we feel their presence forms Hover around our path, to guard our steps

In the pure peace that rests upon that hour. And hearts from evil.- In the lone calın hour,

Seraphs of bliss !-ye who still love us-say, When the world-wearied soul expands her wings || When we have travelled through the wastes of In the wild breeze of solitude-0, then,

time, Then they are with us, speaking such sweet

To the dark portals of that unknown bourne language

Which ye have passed-shall we

YET hear As angels speak, when they first meet in heaven.

Amid the toil of death-the agony -Do we not hear them when the winds are still, || or parting nature-will ye speak to us, And the pale placid moon in all her beauty

In sacred whipsers, of the promised land Smiles on our watchings?- when the pleasant Where we

are speeding of the fadeless tide

bowers Of other days rolls back upon our senses, The home that waits us in the world of spirits? Laving them in the waters of delight? -- Yes! we shall hear ye ! -your swect songs of Yes!-they are vocal then-we know, we feel

joy Their dulcet voice and time, and death, and

Will steal to our lone couch ; and faith, and

hope, Fade into nothing, like a dream of night

Will nerve us then-making us strong in death. Chased by the morning.- When the twinkling

L. S. S. stars

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May bring us other pleasures, yet We cannot quite that dream forget.

I gaze on thee I gaze on thee,
And strive to read my destiny:
Il lives recorded on thy brow-
A misty veil hangs o'er it now ;
But there it lives, and time will show
My lot of joy, or doom of woe.

I gaze on thee, and strive to read One little word my hopes to feedBut hopes have ever been to me Deceitful as some quiet sea, Which lures the bark of pleasure o'er Its glassy waters, far from shore; And there, where all is smiles and sun, And fear has fled, and joy begun, 'Tis buried in the foaming grave Of some o'erwhelming, sudden wave.

By Miss M. G. Lewis. I sail beneath a darkened sky, The waves are rough, and the winds are high, And my shatter'd bark ploughs wearily The troubled breast of an angry sea; The big clouds gather round me fast, And my form is chill'd by the tempest's blast ; Drench'd by the storm, and the ocean-foam, Lone o'er a darkened world I roam; . And wild thoughts press on my aching browWhilst all but my heart is withered now! For there is a bright ray in the west, That shines, like a star, on the billow's breast; One warm, bright beam, o'er my 'lorn wreck

breaking, -Like a spirit of light from chaos wakingAnd wander I whether in good or ill, Let but its halo encompass me still, Smooth were my track o'er the raving sea, If that star's glory still shine on me !

There's not a day I've set apart
To give my solitary heart
A holiday, and cast away
Its garb of sadness and be gay,
But something happened, something came
To dim my pleasure's lightest flame;
Or disappointment's wizard spite
Would change that day to black midnight.

Then why should I still hope and pine
For that which flies as I draw near,
And let fond thoughts my heart entwine,
To cost at parting inany a tear?

Yet Hope I cannot think will be
Ever my bitterest enemy;
A guerdon yet she may bestow
A recompense for every woe.

But if its light must pass away, Its splendour fade in dark decay, And I on a stormy sea be left, Of my last-last hope, and light, bereft, All that could banish the gloom of despair From hope's last gleam-were blasted there! If its glory must pass-oh! let it pass Like twilight o'er the wave's calm glass : So soft-unfelt-as still to seem A lingerer on the pensive stream; And I, insensible of change, In cheated fancy still may range The same bright path I trod before, Nor know, nor seek, nor wish for more : Whilst time shall steal its light away, I'll learn to bear my star's decay ; Perchance outlive its darkened form, Despite the shadow and the storm. But, oh! not suddenly quench its light In the desolate gloom of sorrow's night, And leave me alone in my frail bark sailing, Where nought is heard but the tempest's wailing, With not a ray to lighten my path, Save the angry flash of the sky in its wrath; - A scathed soul cooped in a mortal denFor heart and hope were withered then!

I gaze on thee, and thoughts arise
Bright as the glance that meets my eyes !
1 gaze on thee and turn away
To dream of some delightful day
When I may be thine every thought
When I may reign where none have reign'd
When all that I through life have sought,
In gaining thee, will be obtained.

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of the canezou kind, but of a style perfectly A PELISSE of gros de Naples, the colour novel. The hair is beautifully arranged in of the Persian lilac : the pelisse is close clustered curls, smaller than those which fastened down in front, where a pointed have, of late, so disguised the female counornament is carried down each side; the tenance: a small cap is worn over it, of points bound round with narrow rouleaux, || rich blond, with a large full-blown rose on and separated, over the fastening of the one side, and very long lappets depending skirt, by one large full-wadded rouleau. over each shoulder. The cap is placed Round the border of the skirt, about three more forward than has been the mode for inches above the shoe, is an ornament | this sort of head-coveriug for some time. set on straight across, of an entwined || The jewellery ornaments are ear-rings,neckrouleau, forming a tire-bouchon. The body || lace, and bracelets, of pearls and rubies, set is made quite plain, and the collar remarka- || à l'antique. bly narrow. Neither ruff nor colerette is worn with this pelisse, but a row of large

GENERAL OBSERVATIONS pearls encircles the throat. The bonnet is white, and of the new cotton manufacture, in imitation of chip, with a narrow Van

FASHIONS AND DRESS. dyke blond at the edge of the brim : it is The fine weather that succeeded to the handsomely trimmed about the crown with constant rains on the early days of June scrolls of Japanese gauze, edged with white has infused new life among our fashionable satin rouleaux, and very slightly ornament- | females, and imparted gaiety and novelty ed with Provence roses, one of which is to their attire. We have eagerly seized placed under the left side of the brim: the | the occasion offered us of inspecting the strings are in a loop, and are of rich white | produce of some of our most approved ribbon, broad, and edged round with nar- Magasins de Modes, and availed ourselves row blond. A parasol, of sea-green, with a of that rare indulgence; nor have we been broad white fringe, completes the costume. backward in attending the different haunts

of fashion, now thronged by her most brilNo. 2.-AFTERNOON HOME DRESS. liant votaries. A ROUND dress of fine jaconot muslin, Pelisses of gros de Naples, that fasten with five narrow flounces, set on very full, imperceptibly in front, appearing like a and pointed. The sleeves full, and in the high dress, are most in favour for outchemisette style; the width confined all the door costume, particularly for the proway up the arm, at separate distances, by | menade. They are made as plain as posbands of embroidered muslin, An elegant || sible, and we much admire their elegant pelerine of the same material as the dress, || simplicity. Nevertheless, we have a deand richly ornamented with lace, is worn cided aversion to extremes; and the total over the shoulders : it is left partially open | abolition of lace frills, and even of collars, in front, whence a falling kind of collar is not a mark of good taste: the form in turns back on each side, forming an orna- || which the most fashionable pelisses are now ment something similar to a lapelle ; this is made at the throat, without either of these also trimmed with lace: the corsage of the becoming appendages, imparts the idea of dress, however, is entirely concealed in un homme sans chemise. It is true the ruffs front by this appendage; and though it || and frills were at one time growing enorseems to form a part of the dress, it is not mous; but the narrow quilling of lace

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