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by the united backs of four lions, admirably sculptured in white marble. The pillars themselves are carved with arabesque devices and foliages, executed in mirror, painting, and gilding; some twisting spirally, others winding in golden wreaths, or running into stars or network circles, and every other intricacy of ornament. The ceilings are equally emblazoned with flowers, fruits, birds, butterflies, in gold and silver and painting, and thousands of compartments of glittering looking-glass. Lord Byron must have somewhere seen the extraordinary effects of such numerous scattered reflections to have given rise to that beautiful and affecting passage in one of his poems, when he describes the fractured state of his mind, thus multiplying the image of his dead mistress to so many haunting spectres, that his oppressed senses could discover no refuge from the infinite presence of her he loved and mourned.

At the extremity of this immense open gallery, appear two pillars of similar taste; and from their superb capitals spring the limbs of a spacious arch, forming the entrance to a grand interior saloon, where all the costly inventions of Persian luxury have been lavished with unsparing profusion. The decorations are beyond description; indeed its columns, walls, and ceiling, might afford a study of ages for designs in the art. The floors of both apartments are spread with the richest carpets, of the manufacture of at least a hundred years ago, and look fresh as if just from the loom-a proof of the purity of the climate. From the second saloon two folding-doors lead into a very wide and lofty banqueting hall, hung on every side with pictures, generally pourtraying convivial scenes, fully declaring the purpose of the chamber. Wine, the peculiar passion and bane of the descendants of Shah Abbas, seemed to have been here in all its glory; an air of carousal being evident in most of the figures, while the goblets mantled every where with the anacreontic juice. Dancing-girls varied the groups by their attitudes and costumes, shewing the different countries whence they came; while the gay personages they assisted to entertain sat in large turbans, full mustachios, and with smooth-shaven chins, producing an effect the very opposite to

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the high narrow black cap of sheep-skin, and the long bushy beard, now the mode amongst the fashionables of Persia.-But there was one picture which particularly engaged my attention-nay two, partners to each other. The first arose from the following circumstance, and I listened delighted to its little history, while contemplating the gracefully chivalric figures it described. The time was when Shah Abbas held his second campaign against the Turks. The Ottoman troops were collecting in great numbers on the north-western frontiers of Persia, and to watch their movements, or mar their progress, the Shah, who led his army himself, encamped on the banks of that noble river called the Kur (anciently the Cyrus); which, rising in the Caucasus, winds magnificently round Georgia," famed for lovely maids," and other provinces bordering the Caspian, till it unites its darkly-rolling waters with that celebrated inland sea.

One day, previously to the opening of actual hostilities, the royal commander, with two or three of his generals, happened to be riding close to the southern margin of the river. A party of Turkish officers were at their games on the opposite shore; and not guessing the Persians they saw to be of any superior military rank to their own, they gaily invited them across, to share their pastime and soldiers' fare. Abbas, with that generous confidence natural to the highest order of the brave, frankly accepted the proposal, and passed the river with his generals. They were hailed like good comrades, and well entertained; and it was the joyous group, seated at the festive board, I saw depicted before me. At parting with his merry hosts, it appears that the Shah, in his turn, gave them a warm invitation to the Persian quarters. "We will come with double pleasure," cried the gayest of the Turkish party, "if you promise to contrive us a sight of your young king, whose bold arm has set all our old heroes on their mettle!" The Shah smiled, and engaged to gratify them, if they would as confidently trust themselves to a certain point on the southern bank of the river, as he and his friends had done, on their word, to the north. This was assented to; and, accordingly, at the specified hour next day, the jocund

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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
there, by whose reverential demeanour to
the leader of the first group, the Ottoman
visitants soon discovered who their guest
really was. Abbas for a few moments en-
joyed their surprise; then taking them by
the hand, with the same cordial familiarity
as that with which he had parted from
them, led them into his royal pavilion; and,
entertaining them like a prince and a sol-
dier, set a sumptuous repast before them;
then conducted them himself back through
his camp, and dismissed them with magni-
ficent presents of arms and fine horses.
"Ah!" cried the narrator, "this is but
one instance out of hundreds, of the li-
berality of this prince! Indeed, magni-
ficence to strangers, and munificence to his
people, were his prominent characteris.
tics!" In my turn, I could only feel that
such grandeur of character is rare even
amongst Christian monarchs; and when it
appears thus in a Mahometan, we can
record it only as an especial sign that there
is one all-gracious Father over all, one
king of kings, that sheds his beams of
beneficence through every breast. Shah
Abbas, a devotee in his own faith, was
nevertheless tolerant to every other. His
sacred ancestry gave him the title of Saint;
his own animated temperament made him
a hero, and a man of pleasure. He per-
formed pilgrimages on foot; he endowed
mosques with the splendour of palaces;
his palaces were the seats of legislature;
his anderoon (the harem) a council of arms;
while the gardens of his city residence,
open to the people, resounded with martial
exercises, fêtes, and revelry. It was only
in the retired balconied saloons, or the
remotest groves of the fountained grottoes
of the Chehel Setoon, that he gave up his
soul to softness and repose; and then
Azule soothed, and blessed, and rewarded
with her chaste tenderness, the valiant
toils, the fostering cares, of the sovereign
of forty nations!

3,000 feet across) and surrounded by the
noblest specimens of Asiatic architecture,
must at one time have presented an epitome
of the prosperity of the empire. Here
were displayed the merchandize of the
world; here were exhibited tournaments
of heroes from every quarter of it! On
the north-west side of this immense area
appears the grand entrance tower of the
bazar; on the south-east stands the
Mesched Shah, or mosque of the king,
perhaps the most superb building of the
kind in the whole empire. The north-east
is occupied by another religious structure;
and to the south-west, the Ali Kopi gate
rears itself in unequalled majesty.
the term gate we are not to understand
a huge porch of entrance, however grand;
at least, not so in the East; but rather a
lofty and extensive building, combined with
the actual portal, full of apartments for
strength, or state. Some were here ap-
propriated to courts of justice; others
to the occasional visits of the sovereign,
whether on subjects of public affairs,
or to take cognizance of what was pass-
ing in the great square, from his open
throne, which crowns this truly regal struc-
ture. It is divided into several stories of
chambers, all over the vast archway of
entrance; and the flights of steps which
conduct to them are all of the most beauti-
fully variegated porcelain. The first of
these ascents leads to the open saloon di-
rectly over the porch. The roof is sup-
ported by stately pillars. They, and the
domed ceiling above them, are now fast
fading, but once shone in the richest
blazonry of Asiatic chivalry and romantic
decorations. Within that balconied throne
the magnificent Shah Abbas viewed the
manœuvres of his cavalry, or the gallant
tilting of his knights; and bright eyes
sparkled around, for many looked from
the latticed windows of the adjacent noble
dwellings.

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 certainly soothingly to the eye, relieved by the intervening shade of poplars, chinar, and even fruit trees, which "mark where the gardens have been" that formerly showed each inhabited mansion. The prospect beyond shews the country in similar abandonment; the brilliant waters of the Zeinderood winding their way between wasted spots, which had once been cultivated fields; and hamlets lying in heaps, without human voice wandering through the desolation. Happy, then, is the traveller who rather

takes his last impression of this setting sun of departed greatness from the groves of its still remaining paradises! who strives to remember Ispahan in her roses, jessamines, and clustering garlands of many flowers; who hears her latest sigh in the thrill of her nightingale; and, if he cannot see her still all alive in the glories of health, yet sheds his parting tear on the beautiful remains-pale, cold, lifeless, yet breathing sweets, embalming memory and the grave! P. J.

(To be continued.)

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They minister unto our spirits yet.—

Ay-they are with us in our pilgrimage, Cheering us on with gentle whisperings

Look on the fond, fond fruitless tears we shed,
While kneeling at the turf that coldly shrouds
The loved, the buried-do we kneel alone?
No! they are near us-breathing balmy sighs
Of tenderest pity. Messengers from Him
Who marks the beatings of the breaking heart,
From their eternal homes they come-they come
With healing on their wings and Grief's pale
child

Looks up and cries, " Father, thy will be done!"

-FATHER!-O, when that great, that ONE

great name

Trembles upon our lips in secret prayerWhen the deep worship of the contrite heart Rises to His high throne-lo, they are nigh!—

Of holy hope, and peace, and heaven-born joy. They, whom we prayed with in the days of

Though veiled from our dim eyes, their radiant

forms

Hover around our path, to guard our steps
And hearts from evil.-In the lone calin hour,
When the world-wearied soul expands her wings
In the wild breeze of solitude-O, then,
Then they are with us, speaking such sweet
language

As angels speak, when they first meet in heaven.

-Do we not hear them when the winds are still,
And the pale placid moon in all her beauty
Smiles on our watchings?when the pleasant
tide

Of other days rolls back upon our senses,
Laving them in the waters of delight?—
Yes! they are vocal then-we know, we feel
Their dulcet voice and time, and death, and

sorrow

Fade into nothing, like a dream of night Chased by the morning.-When the twinkling

stars

youth

At God's own Altar-and we feel their presence In the pure peace that rests upon that hour.

Seraphs of bliss!-ye who still love us-say, When we have travelled through the wastes of time,

To the dark portals of that unknown bourne
Which ye have passed-shall we
YET hear
your voices?

Amid the toil of death-the agony
Of parting nature-will ye speak to us,
In sacred whipsers, of the promised land
Where we
are speeding of the fadeless

bowersThe home that waits us in the world of spirits? -Yes! we shall hear ye!-your sweet songs of joy

Will steal to our lone couch; and faith, and hope,

Will nerve us then-making us strong in death. L. S. S.

TO A. M. H.

LADY, forgive the earnest gaze
Which I so often fix on thee;

I would not dare to meet the rays

Of thy sweet glance, but that I see
Such gentleness in every beam,
And tokens of that starry dream

Which, once in our short lives of sorrow,

Wraps heart and brain-and though the mor

row

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:
It 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 feed-
But 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.

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 many a tear?

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

I gaze on thee, and thoughts arise

Bright as the glance that meets my eyes!
I 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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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 brow-
Whilst 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 waking-
And 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!

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 den—
For heart and hope were withered then !

Records of the Beau-Monde.

FASHIONS FOR JULY, 1826.

EXPLANATION OF THE PRINTS OF THE FASHIONS.

No. 1.-CARRIAGE DRESS. A PELISSE of gros de Naples, the colour of the Persian lilac: the pelisse is close fastened down in front, where a pointed ornament is carried down each side; the points bound round with narrow rouleaux, and separated, over the fastening of the skirt, by one large full-wadded rouleau. Round the border of the skirt, about three inches above the shoe, is an ornament set on straight across, of an entwined rouleau, forming a tire-bouchon. The body is made quite plain, and the collar remarkably narrow. Neither ruff nor colerette is worn with this pelisse, but a row of large pearls encircles the throat. The bonnet is white, and of the new cotton manufacture, in imitation of chip, with a narrow Vandyke blond at the edge of the brim: it is handsomely trimmed about the crown with scrolls of Japanese gauze, edged with white satin rouleaux, and very slightly ornamented with Provence roses, one of which is placed under the left side of the brim: the strings are in a loop, and are of rich white ribbon, broad, and edged round with narrow blond. A parasol, of sea-green, with a broad white fringe, completes the costume.

No. 2.-AFTERNOON HOME DRESS. A ROUND dress of fine jaconot muslin, with five narrow flounces, set on very full, and pointed. The sleeves full, and in the chemisette style; the width confined all the way up the arm, at separate distances, by bands of embroidered muslin. An elegant pelerine of the same material as the dress, and richly ornamented with lace, is worn over the shoulders: it is left partially open in front, whence a falling kind of collar turns back on each side, forming an ornament something similar to a lapelle; this is also trimmed with lace: the corsage of the dress, however, is entirely concealed in front by this appendage; and though it seems to form a part of the dress, it is not

of the canezou kind, but of a style perfectly novel. The hair is beautifully arranged in clustered curls, smaller than those which have, of late, so disguised the female countenance: a small cap is worn over it, of rich blond, with a large full-blown rose on one side, and very long lappets depending over each shoulder. The cap is placed more forward than has been the mode for this sort of head-covering for some time. The jewellery ornaments are ear-rings,necklace, and bracelets, of pearls and rubies, set || à l'antique.

GENERAL OBSERVATIONS

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FASHIONS AND DRESS. THE fine weather that succeeded to the constant rains on the early days of June has infused new life among our fashionable females, and imparted gaiety and novelty to their attire. We have eagerly seized the occasion offered us of inspecting the produce of some of our most approved Magasins de Modes, and availed ourselves of that rare indulgence; nor have we been backward in attending the different haunts of fashion, now thronged by her most brilliant votaries.

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Pelisses of gros de Naples, that fasten imperceptibly in front, appearing like a high dress, are most in favour for outdoor costume, particularly for the promenade. They are made as plain as possible, and we much admire their elegant simplicity. Nevertheless, we have cided aversion to extremes; and the total abolition of lace frills, and even of collars, is not a mark of good taste: the form in which the most fashionable pelisses are now made at the throat, without either of these becoming appendages, imparts the idea of un homme sans chemise. It is true the ruffs and frills were at one time growing enormous; but the narrow quilling of lace

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