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light the attendants first perceived a wo me, would be worse than death: she who man in disordered attire leaning against a | promised to bury herself alive with me in rock, and seeking to shield her form the tomb! Pearl among women, another's amongst some briars which grew near, a arms will now enfold thee! Alas! at this form that the light of the torches ren moment, perhaps, she tears her hair, and dered more fair and lovely than it really wounds her lovely face! What do I say?
sooner than suffer dishonour she would The son of the King made a sudden stop, stab herself! and approached alone and unattended the Poor mistaken Hann! thy faithful wife place where the fair one was anxiously en is by no means in danger of treating her deavouring to conceal herself: the son of self with such barbarity. Luxuriously rethe King did not turn away his head or put clining on the couch of pleasure, intoxihis hand before his eyes. “ Ah!” said he located with new delights, she thinks not of Gulphena, “ How is it that so much beauty thee, nor the griefs thou mayest endure. becomes left in such a situation, and at In the mean time the tailor runs all over such an hour as this?"
Samarcanda; he runs backwards and forMy Lord,” replied the wife of the tai
wards; he spares neither cost nor pains; he lor, “ the disorder of my dress will not per- | seeks bis wife by day and by night; he is a mit me to satisfy your questions."
stranger to food and rest, and he yet hopes The Privice acknowledged the justice of the prophet Assa will again restore ber to her refusal in such a situation, and intreated his wishes. At length he meets one of the her to accept of his own cloak. “ Now, || Prince's attendants, and learns from him all Madam," said he,“ only one word; are you that has happened; is informed of the little married? If you are not, come with me, | resistance made by Gulphena, and that embellish my harem like the rising sun, she was the chief ornament of the Prince's confer happiness on a mighty Prince, and
harem. pleasures, without end, shall await you in
Hann, still persuaded in his own mind that kingdom of which you will be the of his wife's fidelity, loses no time; he flies pride and ornament."
to the palace, makes his way like a inadIn the twinkling of an eye the beautiful | man, through a host of guards and pages; Gulphena felt the full force of the happiness asks every one for his wife, arrives in the now offered her, and how far it was re
presence of the Prince himself, and conjures moved from the poor trade of a tailor. In him, on his knees, to restore to him this that twinkling, husband, love, vows, fide- | model of virtue. lity, the grave itself, all was forgotten.
The son of the King was a good Prince; “My Lord," said she, “I am free; the will of your devoted slave is yours.” 'The and, perhaps, too, he began to be weary of son of the King did not give her the trouble his eyes, had lost much of their first attrac
the beautiful Gulphena, whose charms, in of repeating what she said; a horse was immediately given to her; and full of joy, tion. Scarce had he heard the request of she followed the Prince, by the light of the
the tailor, than he graciously recounted all torches, to his harem.
the history, recorded above. Hann sought Scarce was she departed, than the trans yet to persuade himself it could not be ported tailor arrived, furnished with cloth- true; he rather imagined that Gulphena,
but just restored to life, might have coming for his wife. Alas ! he seeks her in
mitted some mistake, “ Let her come in," vain. He calls her by name, he is almost frantic; he fears she has been carried off said he to the Prince ;“ she is my wife ; and by banditti: he is right in thinking she you will see, yes, you will see, with what
ardour she will fly to my arms." has been carried off—but by whom? She could, he was sure, never consent to it.
“ Very well,” said the son of the King, Such a suspicion would never enter his
“ we shall see; I myself, will keep at a mind. Oh! why, said he, did not I take
distance." her home, naked as she was? Wretch The lady made her appearance. The ho. that I am! What must now be the anguish nest tailor, dazzled with the splendour of of my faithful wife, to whom life, without ll her jewels, and the magnificence of her
clothing, scarcely knew his wife again; he, guilty, and according to custom, is led from thought he was in a dream. Gulphena, on the tribunal to the scaffold. the contrary, knew him again but too well. Who can now succour this unhappy She drew back, grew pale and red by man?' Already he is at the foot of the faturns; but that presence of mind, so na tal ladder. Who will save his honour and tural to her sex, did not forsake her in this his life? Both must have been evidently necessity. The Prince, when he saw her lost, if by good luck, Assa, the prophet, had turn pale, approached her.
« Dost thou | not just then passed by. His presence know this man?” said his Highness.- shed around a heavenly light.
“ He is in-, “ Know him, indeed! but too well," said nocent,” cried he, " and I can prove it." this loving wife ; “it is that ruffian, who | The executioners stayed their hands from having met me on the road, beat me most | the work of death; and the people stood unmercifully, dragged me amongst the transfixed with wonder to hear those words tombs, and left me in the place where your from lips which had never been stained Highness found me."
with falsehood; the crowd followed Hann A chill of horror ran through the veins of and the prophet to the palace. The golden poor Hann, at hearing this; the current gate was opened. The Sultan and his son of his blood seemed stopped, his eyes be advanced. Assa spoke with authority, came fixed, his knees trembled under him, he demanded Gulphena; and a circle was and he endeavoured in vain, as he opened | made round her and the prophet. Sinking his mouth, to speak.
under the weight of guilt, Gulphena lifted All the court were now unanimously l) up her eyes for a' moment, knew Assa convinced of his guilt, by his silence and again, and fell lifeless at his feet. his terrified countenance; they were cer
Hann was loaded with honours and tain proofs of his crime. Carry him to wealth; his wife was again interred, but the Cadi," said the Prince. Hann was im- she might have remained in her tomb to mediately loaded with fetters and carried the end of the world, her dear husband before him. The judge takes down the in never felt the least desire to go and weep formation, and the lady is the accuser; and fast over her ashes, even for nine seHann does not contradict her. Of what|conds. use is life now to him? He is declared
LETTER FROM A RETURNED FRENCH EMIGRANT.
Sır, - It is now just two-and-twenty of Austria, his Majesty the King of Prusia, years since I quitted France, laden with and the Prince Regent of England, who arms and baggage, but with very little wished to conduct all things in proper money; for those gentlemen, the Jacobins, || form. It was time, without doubt; for I was took care to strip me of all I had. I often || just on the point of being struck off the list of made an effort to return, and to prove to the living, by reason of the extreme misery those who governed, as well as to their to which the reversion of my property to ministers, that I never had been away; national property had reduced me. but I must first found my proofs on pecu- turned then in the packet to my native niary means. Nothing is so difficult to be country on the 15th of April, quite overproved as what a man 'says who is not joyed, as you may well believe, and I was worth a halfpenny. I could, I was sure, not long before I saw Paris, the place of never make my proofs clear to these gentle- || iny nativity. 'men, for I was maintained on the list of I found the city much improved in emthe emigrants. At length, by the greatest bellishments, I must say; and I think the luck in the world, I was invalided, and produce of what I possessed formerly construck off, on the first of March, by his | tributed to add to its beauty, and to raise Majesty the Emperor of all the Russias, in those new monuments on the ruins of the conjunction with his Majesty the Emperor ancient ones. I am fond of architecture,
it is a fine art, and is pleasing to the eyes, who tenderly loved me. I wished I could of taste: but it has cost us dear. The fact || bút see my house standing, though it might is, I have nothing left to live on; and iu have been in the possession of a stranger. the midst of the boldest desigos, in the I submitted myself, however, to the inter• midst of new raised markets, we are not a est of the public, who are as fond of fine bit better fed. I cannot, therefore, but feel streets as they are of fountains: I recoltruly melancholy as I contemplate the dif lected also, that time destroys all things; ferent orders, lonic, Doric, mixed, &c. which but which, according to my ideas, seems to I find multiplied every where, as well as destroy peculiarly quick in revolutions, the bridges, which have certainly a fine where every one is occupied with the reeffect over the Seine.
generation of mankind, and the applicaI had once a very good house near the tion of the grand principles of philosophy. ancient Chatelet: my first care was to walk I was not less disposed, notwithstanding that way, to cast a glance as I went along. my vexations, to go and return thanks to We do not pay for looking, as the saying | God for my happy return into the fine is. But how surprised was I to find, in- kingdom of France, for which I have alstead of my house, a fiue fountain ! throwing ways preserved the liveliest affection; a its clear waters to an immense height tenderness which I inherit from my an• with a most agreeable murmur. I confess cestors : they once founded a little chapel at first I shed a few tears at this change, || near the church of St. Charles : in this and recollected that in this place of clear chapel are interred several of my relations, water, I had dispensed my wine of Cham- and it is filled with little monuments which bertin and Champaign. However, as I re
attest their public and private virtues. I flected that this fountain must be very use
went to the chapel, my heart filled with ful to the hackney coachmen of the neigh- sentiments of filial piety. Well, the chapel bourhood, for all the cooks in the quarter has disappeared; and you will never guess, to wash their salads in, and for all the in- | Sir, by what it has been replaced by a habitants to drink, I considered the public sot's hole! 'I could scarce believe my eyes. interest, and dried my eyes with this con I was resolved, however, to see what a sot's solation. I then washed my face, and in | hole was. I saw it was a place for smokthe hollow of my hand took a few drops of lying and swearing; and I examined it no this water to drink, and to which I fancied | farther, but made a mental prayer and deI had some right: I found it very good, but parted to the Thuilleries. I could scarce in the present state of my stomach it was
restraiu my tears as I beheld these beautitoo cold. I retired, after having examined | ful walks, which are the pride of the for a moment the column of this fountain. | country and an honour to the arts. The It is surmounted by a beautiful Goddess place appeared to me more charming than which I did not well recollect: I found her
ever, in thinking that it was now inhabited legs rather too long; but that is not a serious by that noble family which Providence had fault;divine forms certainlydo not resemble recalled to govern this delightful country. human forms. The great essential in a When I thought of the long suffering of fountain is clear water.
our rulers I soon forgot my own; and since While I was thus gazing on the wreck every good Frenchman owes his life to his of my former property, I went to the rue
King, he owes him also his fortune when St. Honore, where I had once a small house, exigencies require. I renounced my wealth which I used to let ready furnished, and with cheerfulness : nor can we, according where I fancied, perhaps, I might now lodge to my ideas, pay too dearly for our deliverincognito. Well, Sir, instead of my house ance from that horde of banditti who have I found a fine street which led to the gar- || desolated France for five-and-twenty years, dens of the Thuilleries. This opening, in making new streets, raising fine founmade in a strait line, I found extremely | tains, and speaking always of felicity, glory, convenient, especially for the inhabitants | grandeur, &c. so willing is rhetoric to of La Place de Vendome. Alas! I could
pay compliments to human folly. not help, however, regretting my house,
EDMUND DE ST. Hwhich had been left me by a good aunt
COMMEMORATION OF REYNOLDS.
BY M. A. SHEE, R. A.
This poem, which is meant as a tribute || And seems a window, whence the soul of woe of regret and applause to the great genius Looks forth upon the suffering world below.
On either side --dread guardians of her state! of Sir Joshua Reynolds, as a painter, is
Terrific stand ber ministers of fate; marked in many passages with extreme in
At her coinmand prepared to shake the soul, terest, especially to the lovers of the art, || To point the dagger, or present the bowl. and even to those who were wont, un A glow divine-an awe-inspiring gloom, skilled, to admire only the happy efforts of That Gods themselves in thunders might as. this immortal painter.
sume, The name of Mr. Shee is well known as In shadowy grandeur shrouds each fearful form, a correct and pleasing poet; and the above
While distant lightnings gild the encircling
storm,” work does honour to the feelings of his heart, as well as to his skill in verse.
The following lines are on the portrait of Though he has dwelt chiefly on the dif- Goldsmith :ferent portraits of public characters painted “ Who that has read and who but reads the by Sir Joshua, the following lines on the page?
Where Wakefield's Vicar wins both youth and peculiar taste and nature which guided the
age; pencil of the painter, are beautifully appli- || Where touched from life with simplest grace and
ease, “ In all his works astonished Nature views The Primrose family for ever please! Her silvery splendours and her golden hues;
Who that has traced the Traveller, and pursued Sublime in motion, or at rest serene,
The map of man, through various realms re. Her charms of air and action, all are seen.
viewed ? There Grace appears in ever-varied forms, But hails the minstrel of thy mournful tale, There vigour animates and beauty warms;
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the vale.'' While character display'd in every stage,
Here by his side who gave him first a name-Of transient life, from infancy to age;
While living—friendship, and when buried Strong in each line asserts the mind's control, And on the speaking feature stamps the soul. With Johnson, Burney, and Baretti placed, There iinitation, scorning dry detail,
Behold the bard of nature, truth, and taste.” Forbids that parts should o'er the whole prevail;
The reflections which follow the review To Dow and Denner, leaving all the fame, The painful polishes of taste can claim;
of those portraits of eminent men, are parTho' free yet faithful to her trust remains,
ticularly well expressed :And wastes no talent while she spares no pains. « Blest be the skill which thus enshrines the And e’en where sometimes pure correctness fails, great! A nobler character of form prevails,
And rescues virtue from oblivion's fate! A fire-fraught indication of design,
Which seems to fix the falling stars of mind, Beyond the mere cold academic line;
And still preserve their lustre to mankind! Where Taste her seal affixes to excuse
Immortal art! whose touch embalms the brave! The faults of Genins in her favourite muse, Discomfits death and triumphs o'er the grave : Announcing study yet concealing art,
In thee our heroes live-our beauties bloom, Here Execution plays her proper part ;
Defy.decay, and breathe beyond the tomb; Ligbt, airy, free, the pencil flows at will, Mirror divine, which gives the soul to view! Yet seems to sport unconscious of its skill.” Reflects the image and retains it too!
Mr. Shee thus describes the portrait of Recals to friendship’s eye the fading face, Mrs. Siddons, in the character of the Tragic || In thee the banished lover finds relief,
Revives each look and rivals every grace. Muse:--
His bliss in absence, and bis balm in grief, “ In awful pomp-im passioned-yet serene, Affection, grateful owns thy sacred power, Sublime in sorrow sits the Tragic Queen; The father feels thee-in ailliction's hour; A solemn air--a self-sustained repose,
Wben catcbing life ere some lov'd cherub fies The Muse in meditative sadness shows;
To take its angel station in the skies, The tinge of grief her touching aspect wears; The portrait soothes the loss it can?t repair, In mournful meaning fixed, her eye appears,
And sheds a coinforteven on despair." No. 65.-Vol. X.
The following lines are also equally fine lines, can only be equalled by the fine on the art of painting :
touches of Reynolds in that exquisite piece “Immortal art! nor sense of taste has he,' of painting, formerly in the Shakespeare Nor glow of soul, who finds vo charms in thee; Gallery, and now in the possession of the His heart is shut to nature-coarse and cold, Earl of Egremont:A clumsy cast of her half-finished mould:
“ But what sad victim here, of crimes untold, For such in vain the beams of beauty rise,
Arrests the sight—that shudders to bebold? Adorn the earth, and glitter in the skies;
With conscience more contending than with In vain her charms the enchantress Fancy flings,
death, To deck the rongh reality of things;
Ambitious Beaufort, yields his parting breath. To lure from low delights of sense, and raise
ghastly grin denotes-in direful fray, The ambrosial relish of immortal praise.”
He meets the King of Terrors with dismay; The second part of this poem treats more He writhes, he raves, convulsed with pain and
fear, on the subject of historical painting; and
And all he dreads hereafter-suffers here, the picture of Hercules strangling the Ser
For not the body's agony alone, pents, and that of Cupid under the displeasure | We trace in each distorted feature thrown; of Venus, are well described. Next follows The busy fiend, the power of guilt declares, an energetic address to Grace and Beauty; || 'Tis the soul's anguish and the wretch despairs. where the personification of Taste guiding Beside the bed of death, with uprais'd hand,
We see his pious pitying sovereign stand. Reynolds, is well conceived :
In vain to touch the sinner's heart he tries, “ Hail, Beauty, hail! ethereal beam that plays
Or wake bis hope of mercy in the skies ; On buman hearts, and kindles Passion's blaze!
Remorse anticipates the wrath divine, His fires to thee immortal genius owes,
In horror plunged, -he dies and makes no sign." Of thee enamoured still his bosom glows; Blessed in thy smile be burns with double flame,
A poem entitled the Shade of Nelson, fol. And tastes his bearen on earth-in love and fame; || lows the Commemoration. It contains every The only joys a care-worn world can give,
just and appropriate praise to England's Which makes it bliss-to feel, and life-to live. Sun of his world! as to the orb of day,
great maritime hero, but all tribute has The flower reverting, drinks its vital ray, been already exhausted on the glorious subTo thee the painter turns his eye-his heart, ject, and nothing new remains to be said. His lamp of life!-bis light and heat of art!
The few lines on the death of Opie, in this Thy visions beaming o'er his fate, diffnse;
collection, are short enough to form an The glow of Taste the lustre of the Muse; They chear his arduous progress, and repair
epitaph; they are a well-merited eulogium
on the taste and skill of that excellent The wrongs of fortune, in the course of care. “Warın at her shrine, when Reynolds early painter. But Ellen, a plaințive and interpaid
esting ballad, affixed to this volume, canHis ardent vows, and first invoked her aid; not be enough admired: sorry we are that The Goddess 'soon lier favourite's claim allowed, it is not in our power to transcribe the And drew ber votary from the vulgar crowd ; Led him to fields which no rude step defiles;
whole; the following extracts are sufficient, Ou Nature's lap, where infant Beauty sıniles;
however, to point out its beauties :To secret bowers where oft reclined of yore;
“ Twas midnight, and bleak blew the breath of For Zenxis sake, fair Helen's form she wore;
November, Where, full revealed, in all her heaven of charms,
The rain, half-congealed, fast descending in She blessed Apelles-in Campas pes' arms.
sleet; Where Titian too, more recent, went to rove
When Albert, long doom'd in despair to remem. Midst Loves and Graces-favourite of the grove;
ber, Her image traced, through every form and hue,
From a tavern carvusal rushed forth to the With rapture wrought, and rivalled as he drew.
street.” “ Here Reynolds oft with Taste delighted Here, gliding before him, he sees the form strayed,
of her he had betrayed, though he does not And caught some nymph divine in every shade. To meet his eye, where'er the master moved,
at first recognise her. She is thus feelings The bowers grew brighter, and the paths im
“Unmindfol she seemed of the way she was going, In glowing groups the Graces sought to shine,
Her uncovered head on her band half reclined; And asked for life in bis immortal line."
Wbile behind her long hair in wild ringlets bung The description of Cardinal Beaufort's
flowing, picture, on his death-bed, in the following
And the body's neglect spoke the woes of the