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nance of sorrow and confusion, and his deliverer, Achmed invited a party acquainted him with the infidelity of of his friends to an entertainment, Houlema, and deplored her ingra- and his Arab servants traversed the titude. Overwhelmed with anguish, waste in various directions to the he would have sought his intended fertile tracts on its borders. In that bride in the harem of the Pacha, oriental banquet every luxury aphad not the father restrained him, peared, whether allowed or forbidden and calmed his cruel agitation ; then by the Koran, the various wines of raising his eyes, streaming with tears Syria, the rich fruits and conserves of to Heaven, he called on Allah to Damascus, the delicacies of Sheraz. witness the treachery of his mistress, As night drew on, and the conand abjured for ever the destructive versation became more animated, it beauty of woman, which first in the was proposed, after the oriental cusCircassian had plunged him in ex- tom, that each guest should tell a quisite misery ; and now, in the per- tale, or relate some remarkable event fidious Houlema, had driven him of his life ; one told his dangerous forth again a wanderer on the earth. pilgrimage to Mecca, another a tale Saying this, he rushed out of the of the Afrit or the Goule, till it came apartment, and, mounting his horse, to Semid's turn, who, put off his left Bagdad for ever behind him. guard by the gaiety and interest of For several days he pursued his the scene, began most imprudently way, heedless of its direction: whe- to relate the great incident of his ther his head sank on the desert-bed life, the gift of the ring. As he proor on the mountain-rock, whether the ceeded, some of the guests became sun shone on his parched breast, or thoughtful, others looked incredulous, the fountain cooled his burning lips, but Kaloula never took her glance his misery was all within. One from the ring on which it was innight as he passed over a sandy tract, tensely fixed, and during the rest of he saw not very far before him a tra- the evening her manner was abveller attacked by a small party of stracted, and her mind wandering far Bedouins. Hastening up, his own from the present scene. Afterwards and his servants' aid decided the day, when seated by her side in the garand the Arabs took to flight.

den at sun-set, Semid observed that The Turk, who was wounded, her vivacity was gone: at times her was most grateful for this timely tone and look were hurried and wild, aid, and implored his deliverer to and then sad and despairing. In her accompany him to his home; and, society he had felt a new and vivid as all situations were at this moment interest; ungifted with the matchless alike, he consented willingly. Day beauty of the Circassian, or the after day the travellers proceeded sweetness of temper, and charm of over melancholy wastes of sand, on song and melody, of Houlema, there which rested the burning rays of the was in her that high energy of mind, sun, till at last a dark spot was and richness of imagination which visible in the horizon, and as they inevitably attract in woman; and drew near, exquisitely grateful was Semid, when listening to her fasthe deep verdure of various trees, cinating conversation, thought the and the shade of the palm and cy- charms of beauty outdone. Accuspress trees which stood waveless in tomed all her life to the solitude of the silent desert, like the ruins of an her brother's home, Kaloula's haughty eastern temple.

spirit was nursed amidst scenes saIn this deep and beantiful retreat, vage and inspiring. It had been her encircled by a high wall, lived delight to guide her courser into the the generous Turk with his only deep retreats of the desert, and no sister ; left orphans at an early age, where is nature so sublime as there ; they had become inseparably at- and when seated at her lattice wintached to each other. Every effort dow or in the garden beneath, she was used by them to make Semid's had beheld the slow caravan wind its residence agreeable ; and, soothed by way amidst the burning sands, in the attentions, and interested by the which thousands of various nations accomplishments, of the young Ka- and aspects were mingled; and again, loula, his dejection and anguish by when the bands of Bedouins had degrees abated. In order to interest rushed on their prey: she had heard the

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fierce shouts of the battle in the de. He then languidly reclined, and apsert, and seen the spectacle of pain peared to fall into a deep sleep; an and death. At times she loved to hour passed away, and a soft step gaze on the wild and desolate sce- approached the door; it faltered and nery around, when the moon had seemed to retire; but soon was heard given it a sad brightness, and its si more hurriedly advancing, and at lence was broken only by the rapid last entered the apartment. It was flight of the Bedouin's courser, or Kaloula ; she went to the window, the cry of the hyena. At times the and gazed on the burning sand and lonely traveller, or the caravan sky, and then turned her pale face, merchant, when the mid-day heats that was bathed in tears, to Semid, were fiercest, would approach with who lay motionless, and appeared to longing eye that lovely group of breathe no longer. She then drew trees, and implore to drink of its near the ottoman and bent in silent fountains, as the richest boon of anguish for awhile over him, when Heaven; from them she heard tales of with a sudden effort she stretched other lands and descriptions of scenes forth her hand and clasped the ring which she longed to visit.

to take it from his finger. Semid Won by the personal attractions, sprang from the couch, and looked and eloquent converse, of the stran on Kaloula with an indescribable exger, she loved him; still that passion pression, who, clasping her hands viostruggled with ambition and pride. lently, uttered a loud cry, and sank Often Semid observed, as her look insensible on the floor. He bent in fell on the ring on his finger, her co- agony over her. Again,” he exlour changed, and she uttered a deep clained, “ have I leaned as my last sigh. “Were that ring but mine," hope on woman's love, and it has murmured the haughty girl, “what pierced my soul. 0! prophet of my a scene of triumph and delight would faith, I discern now thy wisdom, at it open to me. The princes of the which I have murmured, in severing east would vie for the possession of woman from our path in the world Kaloula's charms, to which the beau- of bliss; since cruelty and ambition ty of all women would then yield. can be cherished amidst feelings of Her glory, who defended the city kindness and love. Never will I whose ruins are in the desert, the yield again to her charms, or be Queen of Palmyra, would not surpass swayed by her artful wiles.” mine. My path would no longer be He hastened from the dwelling, in this far solitude, but be high, com and all night long in deep anmanding, and immortal."

guish of soul pursued his way.-The conflict of thought was too On the evening of the 10th day he severe ; her noble form became ema stood on the declivity of a range of ciated, the lustre fled from her dark mountains, on whose snows lay the eye, and its look of tenderness turned last beams of the sun; and a noble on her lover was often changed for plain was spread at their feet, in the one of horror. It was past the hour midst of which stood the ruins of a of noon on one of those days when, to superb temple. Semid drew near, breathe the open air is almost to in as the night was falling around, and hale the blast of death, the very took up his abode in one of the ruined fountains seemed to gush languidly, apartments; and when day broke he and the leaves to wither on the trees; was struck with admiration and wonand Semid, overcome with the heat, der at a sight so new to him. A corhad thrown himself almost fainting ridor of pillars, with capitals of exon a sofa, when Kaloula approached quisite beauty, encircled the temand earnestly pressed him to drink of ple, which, though rootless, and its some cool sherbet prepared by her many niches despoiled of their own hands. There was something statues, looked in its naked granin her voice and manner, in the burn- deur as if time might have no power ing hue of her cheek, that infused a

over it.

Here Seinid thought he sudden suspicion into his mind. He had found a habitation and solitude took the vase of sherbet from her where woman's step would never intrembling hand, and turning aside trude, and he could indulge his sorhis face pretended to drink, but rows unmolested. Several days had poured the contents into his vest. passed, and the fruits that greit on

the plain composed his meals, when deceived ; let me warn you that he one evening, whilst the air was cool, who has appeared to you thus beauhe perceived a girl habited in a sim- tiful and interesting only deludes ple* Syrian dress, approaching the you. You see before you a magician ruin. She started with surprise at of power, and of malice equal to his seeing a stranger; but recovering power, but not to injure you. Turq herself, asked what induced him to your eyes on your lover now." He remain in so lonely a spot, and why suddenly drew the ring from hiş he had never visited her father, who finger; the girl shrieked, and start was the Imaun of the village behind ing from her seat covered her face the mountain, and would be happy with her hands, for before her stood to show him hospitality. Semid no longer the captivating stranger, promised to come to the village, and but an elderly, pale, and sorrow, the next day, crossing the mountain, stricken man; yet his look was he was received by the priest of the haughty and full of fire, and waving prophet with the greatest kindness. his hand impressively, “fly from me After a simple repast, Melahie now," he said, “ you see me in my took her guitar, and sang some true colours; your beautiful lover is native Syrian melodies with great no more.' Melahie turned on him sweetness. Delighted with his vi-' for a moment a look of fixed sad. sit, the traveller's solitude seem ness, and then silently departed. ed less welcome on his return. A Many weeks passed, and still she few days passed, ere Melahie came came not to his lonely abode; but again, and sitting on a part of the one morning as he stood sadly musing ruins beside Semid, she told him their amidst the monuments of former history as far as she knew, and list- glory, he saw her slowly walking toened to his tales of other lands, and wards him; but her beauty was of his travels, with intense interest. faded by sorrow, and her delicate Her form was slender, and, unlike form wasted, and when she beheld the women of the east, her hair was the venerable figure of her once. light, and her eyes blue; but they adored lover, an expression of exhad a look of irresistible sweetness quisite anguish passed over her feaand innocence, and her delicate fea- tures. Still she drank in every word tures reflected every feeling of her that fell from his lips, though the soul. He frequently visited her fa- music of that voice had ceased, and ther's cottage, and her steps still the tone was cold and faltering; oftener sought the lonely ruin. Seated when he bade her fly from his soliby Semid's side, and fixed on his se- tude, and shun the evil destiny that ducing discourse, she was happy; surrounded him, and the treacherous and he could not see the intense in- allurements that might yet ensnare terest he inspired, while her tears her, she hurst into tears, unable to fell fast at the picture of his sorrows, vanquish her love, yet shrinking from or her eyes kindled with delight the painful change she witnessed. when he told how his sad destiny The last evening they were thus was changed, w ut feeling his to meet she found him reclined at own heart deeply moved. He saw the foot of a pillar; his countenance that she loved him, and soon felt was paler, his eye more hollow than that this entire confidence, this when she saw him last, and his whole sweet deference and surrender of feel. air that of a man to whom earthly ing, in a young and devoted woman, things are soon to be no more. “You is far more dangerous than any stu- are come, Melahie," he said, fixing died allurement.

his eyes with a mournful expression Still he imagined she loved him on her, “ in time to bid me farewell only for his beauty, or because she for ever. You cannot grieve much for saw in him superior accomplishments one whom it is impossible you could to all around her. One evening as love. Semid, young and beautiful, the Syrian was seated in silence engaged your affection, but oppressed beside him, and gazing on the rich with years, and sinking beneath his scenery, Semid suddenly addressed sorrows, the stranger will rest unher : “ Melahie, it is in vain to dis- remembered in his grave.” guise our mutual affection; but you “ Never! Oh! never,” replied the repose your peace on me only to be beautiful Syrian, “can Melahie forget

the stranger she once loved. Dark on the pillar on which Semid was reand mysterious as your path may clining. His look was sadly fixed on seem, mine shall be united with it to the crimsoning sky, his frame tremthe last. I loved you not for your bled, and as the red light was fading beauty, Semid, it was for the charms the young Syrian clasped her arm of your discourse, the riches of your round his

neck, and gazing on him as mind, and, above all, the new world if for the last time : « Õ! Semid," of thought and imagination which she murmured, “my first, my only you opened to me; when I left you, love; together we will quit this world those so

nes and glowing pictures of sorrow, and Melahie will not be haunted me still ; in my dreams they parted in death, or in eternity.” At came to me, and with all, your image these words he suddenly rose and was for ever blended. Radiant with drew the ring again on his finger, the beauty it came, and now thus fallen, lustre came to Melahie's eye, and the it is still the same Semid who speaks colour rushed to her cheek, for she to me, it is his spirit that casts its gazed once more on the blooming and spell around mine, and death cannot devoted Semid, who, clasped her to break it.”

his breast, “ It is mine at last,” he “ It is vain,” said Semid; “ the exclaimed ; “ the blessing I implored hour is near that will close these eyes of Allah, but never hoped to find-a for ever. Azrael comes to summon woman who truly loved me; we will me; already I hear the rushing of his go to the banks of the Orontes to wings. Look where the last light of my father's cottage, and live amidst day is resting on the mountain the scenes of my childhood. O Prosnows; it will soon disappear ; but phet of my faith! who amidst thy when it rests on this pillar, and en- sufferings didst find in Cadija a true circles this weary head, you will see and imperishable love :- when I your Semid expire." “ Leave me not sought beauty alone, my hope pethus,” exclaimed Malahie weeping rished, and thy mercy left me. Thou bitterly; “ but soon shall I cease to hast taught me by bitter sorrows that be alone, I feel my heart is breaking, the value of a faithful and tender it has struggled for rest without you, heart is above that of the richest but it may not be.”

charms of form and feature-of wealth She ceased; for the sun leaving the or splendor-thy blessing shall rest darkening plain below, threw over upon our path for ever.” the temple a golden hue, and rested

BALLAD.

1.
“ Away! away to Normandy!

Up, up, my son, and ride?
And bring with thee, from that famed countree,

A ladye for thy bride.
The maidens there are gay and fair

As the blossoms on the tree :
Away! away! ere break of day

To merry Normandy.

2.
Array thyself in thy best attire,

And with words of honey speak;
And thou'lt call the smile to many an eye,

And the blood to many a cheek :
Be kind to the meanest thou may'st meet,

And to the lofty-free:
Not in vain thou’ít ride, for a ladye-bride

Shall be thine in Normandy.

3.
Seek out the noblest dame of all,

And whisper in her ear,
That thou lov'st her more than ever before

Lop'd knight and cavalier.
Say she is fairer than summer rose,

(As thy father said to me,) And thou'lt bring at thy side a wealthy bride

From merry Normandy.”

4.
“No! mother, no! I cannot part

With the maiden of my home :
A bride more kind I shall never find,

Though the whole world through I roam.
No! mother, no! I cannot leave

My own beloved countree; Though 'tis bleak and wild, I still am its child,

And want not Normandy.

5.
But I will don my best attire,

And seek my lovely girl,
Whose eyes are bright as the clear starlight,

And whose teeth are white as pearl.
And thou wilt own that the rose just blown

Is not more fair than she;
And that she may claim as pure a name

As the best of Normandy.

6.
In the day of age she'll cherish thee

With all a daughter's care,
And walk with thee, and talk with thee,

And bind thy silvery hair.
She will bring to thee Spring's earliest flowers,

And fruits from the choicest tree; And thou wilt forget, and ne'er regret,

The maids of Normandy.

7. She will guide thee when thy limbs are weak,

And thy sight begins to fail;
Or breathe a song, and when nights are long

Beguile them with a tale.
And when thou’rt gone to the sleep of death,

(Oh! distant may that be !)
She will wet thy bier with many a tear,

Though not of Normandy."

8. “My son, put on thy best attire,

And seek thy lovely girl, Whose eyes are bright as the clear star-light,

And whose teeth are white as pearl. And may she prove a source of love

When I have pass'd from thee, And ever claim as pure a name

As the best of Normandy."

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