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I trust that few of my readers have ever had an opportunity of witnessing what is here attempted in description, but those who have, will probably retain a painful remembrance of that singular beauty which pervades, with few exceptions, the features of the dead, a few hours, and but for a few hours, "after the spirit is not there." It is to be remarked, in cases of violent death by gunshot wounds, the expression is always that of languor, whatever the natural energy of the sufferer's character: but in death from a stab, the countenance preserves its traits of feeling or ferocity, and the mind its bias to the last.

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Slaves-nay, the bondsmen of a slave.

Page 109, line 114. Athens is the property of the Kislar Aga, (the slave of the scraglio and guardian of the women,) who appoints the Waywode. A pander and eunuch-these are not polite, yet true appellationsnow governs the governor of Athens!

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'Tis calmer than thy heart, young Giaour. Page 109, line 24. Infidel.

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In echoes of the far tophaike. Page 110, line 59. "Tophaike," musket.-The Bairam is announced by the cannon at sunset; the illumination of the mosques, and the firing of all kinds of small arms, loaded with ball, proclaim it during the night.

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Soift as the hurl'd on high jerreed. Page 110, line 85. Jerreed, or Djerrid, a blunted Turkish javelin, which is darted from horseback with great force and precision. It is a favorite exercise of the Mussulmans; but I know not if it can be called a manly one, since the most expert in the art are the Black Eunuchs of Constantinople. I think, next to these, a Mamlouk at Smyrna was the most skilful that came within my observation.

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He came, he went, like the simoom.

Page 110, line 116. The blast of the desert, fatal to everything living, and often alluded to in eastern poetry.

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To bless the sacred “bread and salt."

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To partake of food, to break bread and salt with your host, insures the safety of the guest; even though an enemy, his person from that moment is sacred.

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Since his turban was cleft by the infidel's sabre. Page 111, line 51.

I need hardly observe, that Charity and Hospitality are the first duties enjoined by Mahomet; and, to say truth, very generally practised by his disciples. The first praise that can be bestowed on a chief is a panegyric on his bounty; the next, on his valor.

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And silver-sheathed ataghan.

Page 111, line 56. The ataghan, a long dagger worn with pistols in the belt, in a metal scabbard, generally of silver; and, among the wealthier, gilt, or of gold.

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An emir by his garb of green.

Page 111, line 58. Green is the privileged color of the prophet's numerous pretended descendants; with them, as here, faith (the family inheritance) is supposed to supersede the necessity of good works: they are the worst of a very indifferent brood.

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Ho! who art thou?-this low salam. Page 111, line 59. Salam aleikoum salom! peace be with you; be with you peace-the salutation reserved for the faithful:-to a Christian, "Urlarula," a good journey; or saban hiresem, saban serula; good morn, good even; and sometimes, "may your end be happy!" are the usual salutes.

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The insect-queen of eastern spring.
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The blue-winged butterfly of Kashmeer, the most rare and beautiful of the species.

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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.

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Then curl'd his very beard with ire.

Or live like scorpion girt by fire. Page 112, line 7. Alluding to the dubious suicide of the scorpion, so placed for experiment by gentle philosophers. Some maintain that the position of the sting, when turned towards the head, is merely a convulsive Page 113, line 37. movement; but others have actually brought in the Mussulman. In 1809, the Capitan Pacha's whisA phenomenon not uncommon with an angry verdict, "Felo de se." The scorpions are surely kers, at a diplomatic audience, were no less lively interested in a speedy decision of the question; as, with indignation than a tiger cat's, to the horror of if once fairly established as insect Catos, they will all the dragomans; the portentous mustachios probably be allowed to live as long as they think twisted, they stood erect of their own accord, and proper, without being martyred for the sake of an were expected every moment to change their color, hypothesis. but at last condescended to subside, which, probably, saved more heads than they contained hairs.

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When Rhamazan's last sun was set.
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The cannon at sunset close the Rhamazan. See
note 8.

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28. Nor raised the craven cry, Amaun. Page 113, line 47. "Amaun," quarter, pardon. 29.

I know him by the evil eye.

Page 113, line 56. The "evil eye," a common superstition in the Levant, and of which the imaginary effects are yet very singular, on those who conceive themselves af

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Bright as the jewel of Giamschid. Page 112, line 54. The celebrated fabulous ruby of Sultan Giamschid, the embellisher of Istakhar; from its splendor, named Schebgerag, "the torch of night;" also, "the cup of the sun," &c.-In the first edition, "Giamschid was written as a word of three syllables, so D'Herbelot has it; but I am told Richardson reduces it to a dissyllable, and writes "Jam- of rank. shid." I have left in the text the orthography of the one with the pronunciation of the other.

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Though on Al-Sirat's arch I stood.

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A fragment of his palampore.

Page 113, line 111. The flowered shawls, generally worn by persons

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His calpac rent-his caftan red.

The "calpac" is the solid the head-dress; the shawl is forms the turban.

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Page 114, line 29. cap or centre part of wound round it, and

A turban carved in coarsest stone.

Page 112, line 58. 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 Page 114, line 36. only entrance; but this is not the worst, the river The turban, pillar, and inscriptive verse, decorate beneath being hell itself, into which, as may be ex- the tombs of the Osmanlies, whether in the cemepected, the unskilful and tender of foot contrive to tery or the wilderness. In the mountains you fretumble with a "facilis descensus Averni," not very quently pass similar mementos; and, on inquiry, pleasing in prospect to the next passenger. There you are informed, that they record some victim of is a shorter cut downwards for the Jews and Chris- rebellion, plunder, or revenge. tians.

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And keep that portion of his creed.

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At solemn sound of "Alla Hu!"

Page 114, line 47. A vulgar error: the Koran allots at least a third "Aila Hu!" the concluding words of the Muezparadise to well-behaved women; but by far the zin's call to prayer from the highest gallery on the greater number of Mussulmans interpret the text exterior of the minaret. On a still evening, when their own way, and exclude their moieties from the Muezzin has a fine voice, which is frequently heaven. Being enemies to Platonics, they cannot the case, the effect is solemn and beautiful beyond discern "any fitness of things" in the souls of the all the bells in Christendom. other sex, conceiving them to be superseded by the Houris.

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Beneath avenging Monkir's scythe. Page 114, line 62. 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 probations. 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."

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To wander round lost Eblis' throne.
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Eblis, the Oriental Prince of Darkness.

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Harold, Canto 2d. I was at some pains to question the man, and he described the dresses, arms, and marks of the horses of our party so accurately, that, with other circumstances, we could not doubt of his having been in "villainous company," and ourselves in a bad neighborhood. Dervish became a soothsayer for life, and I dare say is now hearing But first, on earth, as vampire sent. more musketry than ever will be fired, to the great Page 114, line 69. refreshment of the Arnaouts of Berat, and his naThe Vampire superstition is still general in the tive mountains.-I shall mention one trait more of Levant. Honest Tournefort tells a long story, which this singular race. In March, 1811, a remarkably Mr. Southey, in the notes on Thalaba, quotes, about stout and active Arnaout came (I believe the tenth these "Vroucolochas," as he calls them. The Ro- on the same errand) to offer himself as an attendmaic term is "Vardoulacha." I recollect a whole ant, which was declined: "Well, Affendi," quoth family being terrified by the scream of a child, he, "may you live!-you would have found me usewhich they imagined must proceed from such a visi-ful. I shall leave the town for the hills to-morrow, tation. The Greeks never mention the word with- in the winter I return, perhaps you will then receive out horror. I find that "Broucolokas" is an old me."-Dervish, who was present, remarked, as a legitimate Hellenic appellation-at least is so ap- thing of course, and of no consequence, "In the plied to Arsenius, who, according to the Greeks, mean time he will join the Klephtes," (robbers,) was after his death animated by the Devil.-The which was true to the letter.-If not cut off, they moderns, however, use the word I mention. come down in the winter, and pass it unmolested in some town, where they are often as well known as their exploits.

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This superstition of a second-hearing (for I never The circumstance to which the above story remet with downright second-sight in the east) fell lates was not very uncommon in Turkey. A few once under my own observation.-On my third years ago the wife of Muchtar Pacha complained to journey to Cape Colonna early in 1811, as we passed his father of his son's supposed infidelity; he asked through the defile that leads from the hamlet be- with whom, and she had the barbarity to give in a tween Keratiar and Colonna, I observed Dervish list of the twelve handsomest women in Yanina. Tahiri riding rather out of the path, and leaning They were seized, fastened up in sacks, and drownhis head upon his hand, as if in pain. I rode up ed in the lake the same night! One of the guards and inquired. "We are in peril," he answered. who was present informed me, that not one of the "What peril? we are not now in Albania, nor in victims uttered a cry, or showed a symptom of terthe passes to Ephesus, Messalunghi, or Lepanto; ror at so sudden a "wrench from all we know, from there are plenty of us, well armed, and the Choriates all we love." The fate of Phrosine, the fairest of have not courage to be thieves."-"True, Affendi, this sacrifice, is the subject of many a Romaic and but nevertheless the shot is ringing in my ears.' Arnaout ditty. The story in the text is one told "The shot! not a tophaike has been fired this of a young Venetian many years ago, and now morning."-"I hear it notwithstanding-Bom- nearly forgotten. I heard it by accident recited by Bom-as plainly as I hear your voice."-"Pshaw." one of the coffee-house story-tellers who abound in "As you please, Affendi; if it is written, so will it the Levant, and sing or recite their narratives. be."-I left this quick-eared predestinarian, and The additions and interpolations by the translator rode up to Basili, his Christian compatriot, whose will be easily distinguished from the rest by the ears, though not at all prophetic, by no means rel-want of Eastern imagery; and I regret that my ished the intelligence. We all arrived at Colonna, memory has retained so few fragments of the origiremained some hours, and returned leisurely, say-nal.

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ing a variety of brilliant things, in more languages For the contents of some the notes I am indebted than spoiled the building of Babel, upon the mis- partly to D'Herbelot, and partly to that most easttaken seer; Romaic, Arnaout, Turkish, Italian, ern, and, as Mr. Weber justly entitles it, "sublime and English were all exercised, in various conceits, tale," the "Caliph Vathek." I do not know from upon the unfortunate Mussulman. While we were what source the author of that singular volume contemplating the beautiful prospect, Dervish was may have drawn his materials; some of his incioccupied about the columns. I thought he was de- dents are to be found in the "Bibliotheque Orienranged into an antiquarian, and asked him if he had tale; but for correctness of costume, beauty of become a 'Palaocastro' man: "No," said he, "but description, and power of imagination, it far surthese pillars will be useful in making a stand;" passes all European imitations; and bears such and added other remarks, which at least evinced his marks of originality, that those who have visited own belief in his troublesome faculty of fore-hearing. the East, will find some difficulty in believing it to On our return to Athens, we heard from Leone (a be more than a translation. As an Eastern tale, prisoner set ashore some days after) of the intended even Rasselas must bow before it; his "Happy attack of the Mainotes, mentioned, with the cause Valley" will not bear a comparison with the "Hall of its not taking place, in the notes to Childe of Eblis."

THE BRIDE

BRIDE OF
OF ABYDOS;

A TURKISH TALE.

Had we never loved so kindly,
Had we never loved so blindly,
Never met or never parted,

We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

BURNS.

ΤΟ

THE RIGHT HONORABLE LORD HOLLAND,

THIS TALE IS INSCRIBED,

WITH EVERY SENTIMENT OF REGARD AND RESPECT, BY HIS GRATEFULLY OBLIGED
AND SINCERE FRIEND,

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KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,
Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?
Know ye the land of the cedar and vine,
Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever
shine;

Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress'd with
perfume,

Old Giaffir sat in his Divan:

Deep thought was in his aged eye;
And though the face of Mussulman
Not oft betrays to standers by
The mind within, well skill'd to hide
All but unconquerable pride,

His pensive cheek and pondering brow
Did more than he was wont avow.

III.

the chamber be clear'd."-The train disappear'd

"Now call me the chief of the Haram guard." With Giaffir is none but his only son,

Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gúl1 in her bloom;"Let
Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit,
And the voice of the nightingale never is mute;
Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky,
In color though varied, in beauty may vie,
And the purple of ocean is deepest in dye;
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,
And all, save the spirit of man, is divine?
'Tis the clime of the East; 'tis the land of the sun-
Can he smile on such deeds as his children have
done? 2

Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell

Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell.

II.

Begirt with many a gallant slave,
Apparell'd as becomes the brave,
Awaiting each his lord's behest
To guide his steps, or guard his rest,

And the Nubian awaiting the sire's award.
"Haroun-when all the crowd that wait
Are pass'd beyond the outer gate,
(Wo to the head whose eye beheld
My child Zuleika's face unveil'd!)
Hence, lead my daughter from her tower;
Her fate is fix'd this very hour:
Yet not to her repeat my thought;
By me alone be duty taught!"

"Pacha! to hear is to obey."

No more must slave to despot say-
Then to the tower had ta'en his way,
But here young Selim silence brake,
First lowly rendering reverence meet;

And downcast look'd and gently spake,
Still standing at the Pacha's feet:
For son of Moslem must expire,
Ere dare to sit before his sire!

"Father! for fear that thou shouldst chide
My sister, or her sable guide,
Know-for the fault, if fault there be,
Was mine, then fall thy frowns on me-
So lovelily the morning shone,

That-let the old and weary sleep

I could not; and to view alone

The fairest scenes of land and deep, With none to listen and reply

To thoughts with which my heart beat high

Were irksome-for whate'er my mood,

In sooth I love not solitude;

I on Zuleika's slumber broke,

And, as thou knowest that for me
Soon turns the Haram's grating key,

Before the guardian slaves awoke
We to the cypress groves had flown,

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"Son of a slave!"-the Pacha said-
"From unbelieving mother bred,
Vain were a father's hope to see
Aught that beseems a man in thee.

Thou, when thine arm should bend the bow,
And hurl the dart, and curb the steed,
Thou, Greek in soul if not in creed,
Must pore where babbling waters flow,
And watch unfolding roses blow.
Would that yon orb, whose matin glow
Thy listless eyes so much admire,
Would lend thee something of his fire!
Thou, who wouldst see this battlement
By Christian cannon piecemeal rent;
Nay, tamely view old Stambol's wall
Before the dogs of Moscow fall,
Nor strike one stroke for life and death
Against the curs of Nazareth!
Go-let thy less than woman's hand
Assume the distaff-not the brand.
But, Haroun !-to my daughter speed:
And hark-of thine own head take heed-
If thus Zuleika oft takes wing-
Thou seest yon bow-it hath a string!"

V.

No sound from Selim's lip was heard,
At least that met old Giaffir's ear,
But every frown and every word
Pierced keener than a Christian's sword.
"Son of a slave !-reproach'd with fear!
Those gibes had cost another dear.
Son of a slave!-and who my sire?"

Thus held his thoughts their dark career;

And glances even of more than ire
Flash forth, then faintly disappear.
Old Giaffir gazed upon his son

And started; for within his eye
He read how much his wrath hath done;
He saw rebellion there begun :

"Come hither, boy-what, no reply?

I mark thee-and I know thee too;
But there be deeds thou dar'st not do.
But if thy beard had manlier length,
And if thy hand had skill and strength,
I'd joy to see thee break a lance,
Albeit against my own perchance."

As sneeringly these accents fell,
On Selim's eye he fiercely gazed:

That eye return'd him glance for glance,
And proudly to his sire's was raised,

Till Giaffir's quail'd and shrunk askance-
And why he felt, but durst not tell.
"Much I misdoubt this wayward boy
Will one day work me more annoy:

I never loved him from his birth,
And-but his arm is little worth,
And scarcely in the chase could cope
With timid fawn or antelope,

Far less would venture into strife
Where man contends for fame and life-
I would not trust that look or tone;
No-nor the blood so near my own.
That blood-he hath not heard-no more-
I'll watch him closer than before.
He is an Arab to my sight,

Or Christian crouching in the fight-
But hark!-I hear Zuleika's voice:

Like Houris' hymn it meets mine ear:
She is the offspring of my choice;

Oh! more than ev'n her mother dear,
With all to hope, and nought to fear-
My Peri! ever welcome here!
Sweet as the desert-fountain's wave
To lips just cool'd in time to save-

Such to my longing sight art thou;
Nor can they waft to Mecca's shrine
More thanks for life, than I for thine,

Who blest thy birth, and bless thee now!
VI.

Fair, as the first that fell of womankind,
When on that dread yet lovely serpent smiling,
Whose image then was stamp'd upon her mind-
But once beguiled-and ever more beguiling;
Dazzling, as that, oh! too transcendant vision
To sorrow's phantom-peopled slumber given,
When heart meets heart again in dreams Elysian,
And paints the lost on earth revived in heaven;
Soft, as the memory of buried love;
Pure, as the prayer which childhood wafts above;
Was she-the daughter of this rude old chief,
Who met the maid with tears—but not of grief.

Who hath not proved how feebly words essay
To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray?
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess
The might-the majesty of loveliness?
Such was Zuleika-such around her shone
The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone;

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