As if each star that nightly falls,

Were shooting back to heaven again.

"Now Vengeance! I am thine again."

Fiercely he broke away, nor stopp❜d,

Nor look'd - but from the lattice dropp'd
Down mid the pointed crags beneath,
As if he fled from love to death.

While pale and mute young HINDA stood,
Nor mov'd, till in the silent flood

A momentary plunge below

Startled her from her trance of woe;
Shrieking she to the lattice flew,

"I come I come if in that tide

"Thou sleep'st to-night--I'll sleep there too, "In death's cold wedlock by thy side. "Oh! I would ask no happier bed

"Than the chill wave my love lies under;

"Sweeter to rest together dead,

"Far sweeter, than to live asunder!"

But no

their hour is not yet come

Again she sees his pinnace fly,

Wafting him fleetly to his home,

Where'er that ill-starr'd home may lie;

And calm and smooth it seem'd to win
Its moonlight way before the wind,
As if it bore all peace within,

Nor left one breaking heart behind!

THE Princess, whose heart was sad enough already,

could have wished that FERAMORZ had chosen a less melancholy story; as it is only to the happy that tears are a luxury. Her Ladies, however, were by no means sorry that love was once more the Poet's theme; for, when he spoke of love, they said, his voice was as sweet as if he had chewed the leaves of that enchanted tree, which grows over the tomb of the musician, TanSein.

Their road all the morning had lain through a very dreary country;-through valleys, covered with a low bushy `jungle, where, in more than one place, the awful signal of the bamboo staff, with the white flag at its top, reminded the traveller that in that very spot the tiger had made some human creature his victim. It was therefore with much pleasure that they arrived at sunset in a safe and lovely glen, and encamped under one of those holy trees, whose smooth columns and spreading roofs seem to destine them for natural temples of religion. Beneath the shade, some pious

hands had erected pillars ornamented with the most beautiful porcelain, which now supplied the use of mirrors to the young maidens, as they adjusted their hair in descending from the palankeens. Here while, as usual, the Princess sat listening anxiously, with FADLADEEN in one of his loftiest moods of criticism by her side, the young Poet, leaning against a branch of the tree, thus continued his story:

THE morn hath risen clear and calm,
And o'er the Green Sea' palely shines,
Revealing BAHREIN's 2
groves of palm,

And lighting KISHMA's amber vines.
Fresh smell the shores of ARABY,

While breezes from the Indian sea

3

Blow round SELAMA'S sainted cape,

And curl the shining flood beneath,
Whose waves are rich with many a grape,
And cocoa-nut and flowery wreath,
Which pious seamen, as they pass'd,
Had tow'rd that holy head-land cast-
Oblations to the Genii there

For gentle skies and breezes fair!

I The Persian Gulf. "To dive for pearls in the Green Sea, or Persian Gulf."- Sir W. Jones.

2 Islands in the Gulf.

3 Or Selemeh, the genuine name of the headland at the entrance of the Gulf, commonly called Cape Musseldom. “The Indians, when they pass the promontory, throw cocoa-nuts, fruits, or flowers into the sea, to secure a propitious voyage."— Morier.