Fair gardens, shining streams, with ranks Of the warm West,-as if inlaid And then the mingling sounds that come, Banqueting through the flowery vales, But nought can charm the luckless Peri; Had raised to count his ages by! Yet haply there may lie concealed With the great name of Solomon, Cheered by this hope she bends her thither ;- *The Temple of the Sun at Balbec. That fluttered round the jasmine stems, From his hot steed, and on the brink * Impatient fling him down to drink. Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, From Syria's thousand minarets! Kneels with his forehead to the south, Lisping the eternal name of God From Purity's own cherub mouth, And looking, while his hands and eyes Are lifted to the glowing skies, Like a stray babe of Paradise, Just lighted on that flowery plain, And seeking for its home again. Oh! 'twas a sight-that Heaven-that child Imaret, "hospice où on loge et nourrit, gratis, les pèlerins pendant trois jours."-Toderini, translated by the Abbé de Cournand.-See also Castellan's Mœurs des Othomans, tom. v. p. 145. E A scene which might have well beguiled For glories lost and peace gone by. And how felt he, the wretched Man And hope, and feeling, which had slept Blest tears of soul-felt penitence! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. "There's a drop," said the Peri, "that down from the moon Falls through the withering airs of June Upon Egypt's land,* of so healing a power, So balmy a virtue, that even in the hour That drop descends, contagion dies, And health re-animates earth and skies! Oh, is it not thus, thou man of sin, The precious tears of repentance fall? One heavenly drop hath dispelled them all!" And now-behold him kneeling there And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven "Twas when the golden orb had set, While on their knees they lingered yet, Than ever came from sun or star, The Nucta, or Miraculous Drop, which falls in Egypt precisely on St. John's day, in June, and is supposed to have the effect of stopping the plague. A But well the enraptured Peri knew "Joy, joy for ever! my task is done- To thee, sweet Eden! how dark and sad And the fragrant bowers of Amberabad ! In my fairy wreath, so bright and brief;— Whose flowers have a soul in every leaf? The Gates are passed, and Heaven is won!" "And this," said the Great Chamberlain, "is poetry! this flimsy manufacture of the brain, which in comparison with the lofty and durable monuments of genius, is as the gold filigree-work of Zamara beside the eternal architecture of Egypt!" After this gorgeous sentence, which, with a few more of the same kind, Fadladeen kept by him for rare and important occasions, he proceeded to the anatomy of the short poem just recited. The lax and easy kind of metre in which it was written ought to be denounced, he said, as one of the leading causes of the alarming growth of poetry in our times. If some check were not given to this lawless facility, we soon should be overrun by a race of bards as numerous and as shallow as the hundred and twenty thousand Streams of Basra.‡ They who succeeded in this style deserved chastisement for their very success;—as warriors have been punished, even after gaining a victory, because they had taken the liberty of gaining it in an irregular or unestablished manner. What, then, was to be said to those who failed? to those who presumed, as in the present lamentable instance, to imitate the licence and ease of the bolder sons of song, without any of that grace or vigour which gave a dignity even to negligence;-who, like them, flung the jereed care The Country of Delight-the name of a province in the kingdom of Jinnistan, or Fairy Land, the capital of which is called the City of Jewels. Amberabad is another of the cities of Jinnistan. The tree Tooba, that stands in Paradise, in the palace of Mahomet. See Sale's Prelim. Disc.-Tooba, says D'Herbelot, signifies beautitude, or eternal happiness. "It is said that the rivers or streams of Basra were reckoned in the time of Pelal ben Abi Bordeh, and amounted to the number of one hundred and twenty thousand streams."-Ebn Haukal. lessly, but not, like them, to the mark ;" and who," said he, raising his voice to excite a proper degree of wakefulness in his hearers, "contrive to appear heavy and constrained in the midst of all the latitude they allow themselves, like one of those young pagans that dance before the Princess, who is ingenious enough to move as if her limbs were fettered, in a pair of the lightest and loosest drawers of Masulipatam!" It was but little suitable, he continued, to the grave march of criticism to follow this fantastical Peri, of whom they had just heard, through all her flights and adventures between earth and heaven; but he could not help adverting to the puerile conceitedness of the Three Gifts which she is supposed to carry to the skies,-a drop of blood, forsooth, a sigh, and a tear! How the first of these articles was delivered into the Angel's "radiant hand" he professed himself at a loss to discover; and as to the safe carriage of the sigh and the tear, such Peris and such poets were beings by far too incomprehensible for him even to guess how they managed such matters. "But, in short," said he, "it is a waste of time and patience to dwell longer upon a thing so incurably frivolous, puny, even among its own puny race, and such as only the Banyan Hospital for Sick Insects should undertake." In vain did Lalla Rookh try to soften this inexorable critic; in vain did she resort to her most eloquent common-places,-reminding him that poets were a timid and sensitive race, whose sweetness was not to be drawn forth, like that of the fragrant grass near the Ganges, by crushing and trampling upon them,-that severity often extinguished every chance of the perfection which it demanded; and that, after all, perfection was like the Mountain of the Talisman, no one had ever yet reached its summit.+ Neither these gentle axioms, nor the still gentler looks with which they were inculcated, could lower for one instant the elevation of Fadladeen's eyebrows, or charm him into anything like encouragement, or even toleration, of her poet. Toleration, indeed, was not among the weaknesses of Fadladeen :-he carried the same spirit into matters of poetry and of religion, and, though little versed in the beauties or sublimities of either, was a perfect master of the art of persecution in both. His zeal was the same, too, in either pursuit ; whether the game before him was pagans or poetasters,―worshippers of cows, or writers of epics. They had now arrived at the splendid city of Lahore, whose mausoleums and shrines, magnificent and numberless, where Death "This account excited a desire of visiting the Banyan Hospital, as I had heard much of their benevolence to all kinds of animals that were either sick, lame, or infirm, through age or accident. On my arrival, there were presented to my view many horses, cows, and oxen, in one apartment; in another, dogs, sheep, goats, and monkeys, with clean straw for them to repose on. Above stairs were depositories for seeds of many sorts, and flat, broad dishes for water, for the use of birds and insects."-Parson's Travels. It is said that all animals know the Banyans, that the most timid approach them, and that birds will fly nearer to them than to other people.-See Grandpré. "Near this is a curious hill, called Koh Talism, the Mountain of the Talisman, because, according to the traditions of the country, no person ever succeeded in gaining its summit."-Kinneir. |