and is even sung in the Tripolitan dominions; but we have selected this version as the best known, as well as the most agreeable. Its authorship is a matter of some uncertainty, though it is generally attributed to Hoshab-Hadjee Becktash, surnamed Zulutflu, or the Melodious, the renowned poet of the age of Amuret the First. In our opinion, however, it is the production of an earlier period, for reasons which it is not necessary to give in the present article. The story is founded on a superstition once common with the vulgar, that the horse of the Pasha Mustapha Al Faquir had miraculous powers of divination, which are set forth in the course of the poem. In our endeavors to give as nearly as possible a literal translation, we have, of course, sometimes been obliged to sacrifice some of the exquisite beauties of the original, and at other times to retain expressions for which we could not find equivalents in the English language. Through the kindness, however, of an esteemed friend and ripe oriental scholar, who will not, however, permit us publicly to return him thanks by inserting his name, we have been favored with the notes which illustrate the text, and render the phrases retained from the original intelligible to the English reader.

A NOBLE truth thou speak'st of ONE*, a star
Flown up to heaven: he was our brave JAFFAR,
And spite those caliphs FASHION, FOLLY, PRIDE,
Gave to us poor his gospel ere he died.
How many souls, unbonded of their fears
By him, bewail him with their sighs and tears
Who taught them courage for their deep despair,
Gave them his hand (a brother's heart was there),
Made them cast off their shame of low degree,
Teaching them manhood's true nobility,
That the proud tyrant, the proud priest and peer,
Are the world's mean, her robbers. O, that here
SHELLEY might come-stricken from heaven his star-
To be on earth, once more, our brave JAFFAR!

And he is here!

Shines not from heaven the star?
Lives he not strong in thoughts, our brave JAFFAR?
In thoughts which lift us up, and make us strong

In his glad music of immortal song?

The caliphs have not killed him, for he lives

In truth of his own utterance, that gives

Hope to our hearts and nerve unto our arms;

Nor any more can caliphs with alarms

At their fierce threatenings fill us; though they swear

Of him whoever to speak well shall dare,

To crush. They hunted him to heaven; thus far,

No farther could they go! and there our star
Defies them; so do we for him, our brave JAFFAR!

C. D. STUART.

* ALLUDING to LEIGH HUNT's late poem addressed to the memory of SHELLEY.

Come, MERCURY, hie thee! thou know'st the world well;
Thou hast traversed it often. Oh! say, canst thou tell
Of one green sunny spot in its beauty so rare
As the vales we are leaving, our Helicon fair?'

III.

The messenger-god, with a smile, made reply:

'I have marked such a spot as I journeyed oft by:

Auld Scotia 't is called; and, some say, bleak and bare;
But the heart-flowers of feeling and friendship bloom there.'

ON BEARDS.

NUMBER THRES.

LORD, worshipp'd might He be! what a beard thou hast got!"

- His beard grew thin and hungerly, and seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking!'
- WHY should a man whose blood is warm within, sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ?
-WITH beard of formal cut.'

SHAKSPERE.

LET New-York flourish!-I remember, when I was, what I should now consider to be, a very young man-when trees all covered with blossoms bloomed over the ground now occupied by Grace Church and bees hummed in the gardens of the surrounding suburb; and the early morning broke in silence and in slow degrees, except the song of birds that gemmed the shady way above that hospitable spot; where dwelt at that time the true and pure of heart; -Î remember, that it was our practice to take our early exercise by a ride on horseback into the dewy solitudes of our fair island, and win an appetite for breakfast. With some who had grown up a-horseback, the excursion was always a pleasant movement of exhilaration; but with those who rode by prescription, for health and exercise, the ride was any thing but a source of enjoyment. Parties of this sort, or solitary horsemen, were encountered at every intersection of the Bloomingdale road, and nothing could be more distinctly marked than the contrast of expression between those who truly loved their horses and glowed with the sympathy that springs up between the noble being and his rider, delighting in his fire, his strength, and the song of his footstep, and relishing with him and only equally with him the freshness and hilarious joy of morning and these gallipot and pestle-and-mortar riders for life, who carried in their faces thoughts of drugs and drenches, powders and peristalticks, beside the mortal and consuming fear of being sooner or later spilt upon the path.

With this last mentioned class, it was truly a choice betwixt two Evils, Equitation and Dyspepsia; and one of my friends who belonged to our party, a person I remember of long gaunt bony limbs and bilious temperament, arrived at the magnanimous resolution rather to die outright of Dyspepsia, than of the martyrdom of being every early morning summoned and mounted and jolted and galled and carried away as it were by piecemeals of leather through the portals of Death.

Let New-York flourish! Well Sir, he sold his horse, this friend of mine; he sold his hard-trotter, his bone-setter: a cruel mouth the

beast was also accursed with I must do him the justice to say now that we have got rid of him, though I did not like to mention it before! He sold the horse then, and gave GOD thanks into the bargain! for he felt now at leisure to indulge himself in the delights of a rosy morning nap, at which time suggestions of the fancy according to the opinion of our Fathers border more nearly than other dreams upon the

sober realities of Truth: and which is probably cause of the preference given, by most persons ignorantly, to repose at that especial period of the blessed day.

My friend was a philosopher, and he now stoutly resolved to profit by his experience, and never thenceforward to take an airing upon four sentient legs, while four, or even if you please two, quiet and inoffensive wheels could be set forward in the same unity of propulsion. He also remembered to have read-as I suppose the following passage from Montaigne :

DARIUS, in order that he might not forget the offence he had received from those of Athens, ordered one of his pages to whoop three times in his ear so oft as he sat down to dinner, Sir, remember the Athenians!"

And, acting upon this example, my friend desired Juba his old black Servant, if he should find his master asleep and difficult to awake at any time for the shaving water, when he came into the chamber in the morning, to say something to the sleeper about his late horse; as that would effectually arouse his attention and yield him at the same time the satisfaction of recalling a grievance that had now happily passed away. The joy that attended this his now horseless state lasted for some days, during which Juba had had no opportunity for acting upon the admonition, and his master had probably forgotten having given it. He was awake with pleasure.

Time blunts however, and vulgarizes our perceptions in this state sublunary existence, toward the happiness we enjoy, as well as toward our sorrow and care; and at length we become coarsely indifferent even to emancipation from positive distress. And thus our liberated horse-owner grew used as matter of course to the deep enjoyment of his morning rest; as if no damask roseleaf on his couch of fragrance had ever during life been doubled, or in any manner laid awry.

This was the state of things, this was the repose of his soul, when on one bright and early morning he was startled from his dream of bliss by the sound of Juba's expostulatory intonations: Massa! Massa Ysaak! horse, Sair! him waitin' Sair! him saddled Sair! him bydled Sair! him kickin'! stable man no hold him Sair! him hard mouse! him dibble heself Sair! him waitin' Sair! an igor, he no wait mosh long!'

Heavens!' exclaimed the discomfited gentleman all startled from his sleep, is it really so? can it have been only a Vision of relief that I have been indulging all this time? I could have sworn now that I had sold that d- d relentless hard-mouthed devil of a horse four days ago; if it may be called selling a horse to take fifty for four hundred! I certainly did! I sold him to Suydam! I can't be mistaken in the fact, for I remember being delighted that he should come to be owned by a man with a suitable termination to his name for the master of such a beast! What is the meaning of all this? What are you grinning about with all your white teeth you old black rascal? Is the horse really come back?'

'Massa Ysaack tellee Juba him no wake for shábin', den him wake for horse.'

'OI remember! I remember! Thank GOD! There's no harm,