amiable and virtuous Cyphantia, that nothing is so mean and ignoble as prevarication or disguise, I must humbly take the liberty to inform your excellency, that althongh I feel the keenest sensasions of gratitude, the most ardent emotions of love and respect towards you for the kindness and liberality of your offer, yet I am not free to go. Impressed as I am with your benevolent consideration of my mother, how shall I dare to state to you that another motive, almost as powerful detains me. I love Zelia: we have interchanged vows, and in a few days she has promised to become my wife.

Can I then leave her?'

I should think you mad if you did,' replied Mustapha, what say you Zornestan ?'

'I would not leave her to obtain the post of grand Vizier,' returned the Tefterdar.

What is your name?" asked Mustapha.

The same as your excellency; 1 am called Mustapha.'

The Beglerbeg starting said, where is your father?'

'I never knew my father' returned the youth; he left this country with the army when I was an infant, and has not since been beard of."

'I feel an affection for this youth' gaid Mustapha. I wish I had

something of value to present him as a token of my esteem. Here,

take this cimater, he continued, untying his sash, and take also this Turban; nay, shrink Dot from the gift; I can command another. Come to my palace in three days, I will then consider what cane done for you."

'You will not carry Zelia to Bagdat, I hope, my lord,' said the youth.

'Not,' replied Mustapha, 'except she avers that she likes my company better than yours. I see she trembles at the very idea, therefore, I need not ask her the question. To your care and protection, oh! amiable youth, I leave her,' he continued, as he mounted his horse, let me see you in three days.' As he uttered these words he turned towards the road that led to the bank of the Tigris, and in a few minutes was out of sight.

Though Mustapha, was a Turk, and had arrived at that time of life when, perhaps, men more strongly feel the influence of female attraction than at an earlier period; yet he was an exception from the generality of his countrymen. He was, in fact, although a Mussul• man, a man of some virtue and although his bosom might upon a late occasion glow with a warmth truly Asiatic, he could, with a command of passion which would have done credit to an inhabitant of Zealand or Nova Zembla, force himself from the Je, the en

himself from the

chanting Zelia, the moment he heard that her affections were engaged to another. Now, having done this, he thought, and perhaps truly thought, that he had done all which the justice, all which the morality of the case required; his religion, he well knew, did not require so much.

He, therefore, when he entered the gate of Bagdat, considered himself as a much greater man than Alexander, inasmuch as he had obtained a conquest over himself, a triumph over his passions, which were, indeed, the only conquests and triumphs for which the Macedonian hero was not celebrated.

The next morning Ismael, an old slave, entered the apartment, with more haste and less ceremony, than usual, saying, the youth that your excellency met yesterday, (whose music frightened Bucephalus, which is, indeed, a proof of the taste and sagacity of that noble animal) who called himself Mustapha, and to whom you gave your Turban, is in the hall and requests an audience.'

Has he brought Zelia with him?' cried the Beglerbeg.

'No,' said the slave, 'but he has brought a thing of far greater value, namely, your inestimable Turban.'

May the black angel fly away with the Turban!' exclaimed Mus

tapha ; 6 I wish to see the virgin Where is she?'

'That the youth can best informı your excellency,' returned the slave. Shall I introduce him." "Well, bring him in.'

The youth attended by Zornestan, the Tefterdar, entered the chamber, and with trembling and unsteady steps advanced towards the sopha on which the Serene Beglerbeg Mustapha was by this time seated, smoaking his morning's pipe. He had in his hand the Turban, which he laid on the velvet cushion at his feet, and kneeling, thus addressed him, 'Did your excellency, oh, sublime and invincible Mustapha! when your liberality induced you yesterday to make me this magnificent present, mean to include this valuable jewel, pointing to a diamond crescent which adorned the front of it?'

. Certainly. Zornestan said that in my juvenile days I had the happiness to resemble you, this I know was flattery, and flattery the more agreeable to me, because your appearance struck me from the first moment I beheld you, as you both in figure and coutenance bear a strong resemblance to a brother dear to me as my existence; who was once in this country; who was my adviser in civil affairs my companion; more than once my protector in battle; and who fell by my side at the seige of Famagusta. (To be Con.)

For the Lady's Miscellany.

Ox a lofty eminence, in the interior of North America, the cultivated and fertile fields of the south, spread in exquisite beauty and profusion before him, the rugged mountains and almost impervious forests of the north, stretching to an illimitable distance in the rear, sat the sag Outalissi, the noble and the brave; pensive, and pondering on the fleeting and evanescent scenes, the eventful occurrences, and the glorious prospects of this wondrous world. Beside him stood his only and his darling son, a youth of eighteen years; of manły, dignified deportment, yet of a mien most sweet and engaging, and possessed of a soul worthy the son of such a father.

'Twas evening; the glorious orb of day had already began to sin in the western horizon, and his faintly refracted rays shed a kind of dying lambent lustre o'er the aged sire, and youthful son. The 'serenity of the atmosphere, the fragrant odors of the blooming flowers, the gently refreshing zephyrs, and the sublime works of nature, which incircled and enraptured them, tended much to promote that placid tranquillity of soul, and holy awe, so congenial to devotion, and to pure philanthropy.

After a long and solemn pause, during which the conflicting emo.

tions of the mind, were strikingly visible on the expressive lineaments of Outalissi's countenance, he arose, and then addressed his hopeful son.

Rezimbo, my child, and dearer to me than the ruby fluid that mantles in my bosom, attend to the comments of thy gray-haired father, and thy best friend. They are the effusions of a mind tempered by adversity, guided by experiences divested of prejudice, and flowing from a most ardent desire to ren-' der them conducive to thy future happiness.

Beneath that lefty mountain's brow, whose summit is enveloped in the dewy clouds of heaven, was thy father born.

There have I risen from youth to manhood, and sunk from manhood into the vale of years; and there, my son, I trust that thou will lay my lifeless body, beside the ashes of thy ancestors, for the days of Outalissi draw towards a close, and he must soon embark on the dark and cheerless ocean of death.

In my youth, I learned to bend the bow, to hunt the savage tenant of the desert, and to return unwearied from the chase, laden with the spoils of the forest, sustenance for my father and myself. In manhood, I gloried in my strength, and exulted in my prowess: fàtigue or lassitude dared not to assail me, for I was ever the unre

lenting enemy of indolence and of pain. In the pride of my heart, and invincible ardour of my spirit,|| I have sought out the dreary track of the enemy; have submitted to deprivations, and surmounted difficulties, almost incredible; have watched with the vigilance of the eagle, silent as the grave, till 1 have ensnared and sprung upon my foe, and then bloody have been my revenge, terrible have been the ravages of my faulchion of death. I have fought, I have bled, I have conquered. The feats of my prowess have been many; examples of my disgrace are not on record.

But now that the weight of three score years and ten, have bowed me to the earth; now that the passions of the soul have melted into

tranquil apathy; now that the sage can, from experience, speak of all his wonted dear indulgences, and cruel woes, what are the sentiments of Outalissi; what is the cousel of the grey-headed warrior? They are, Rezimbo, that man is a frail and ephemeral being, created by an omnipotent and benevolent cause, destined to be happy, and parent of his own fate. Guided by that moral sense of right and wrong, which, like the sense of feeling or taste, is a constituent part of the nature of every one, man will not often err. But spurring that internal monitor, and transported by passions the most violent and ferocious, he then became like a spirit of evil, like a moster of infamy and

horror. Oh my son, may'st thou ne'er be numbered amongst this latter class.

Indebted for our existence, and all the happiness we enjoy, to some merciful but unknown cause : ought we not even to be deeply imbued with sentiments of gratitude thereto. Yes, the great book of nature is widely spread before the human, race in it is most incontrovertably shewn, that the great God of Nature should be venerated. In it consists the basis of human adoration, and of half piety. Regard it well my son, and thy worship shall be fervent.

To thy fellow-man, be kind and courteous; be charitable and just. Remember thy own infirmities, and look with pity, rather than blame, upon the errors of thy neighbours. Banish baleful suspicion, far from thy abode; be meekness and benevolence thy characteristics.

Forget not that a thousand causes to thee unknown, might have actuated the conduct of others, which though you might deem reprehensible, yet might have been inevitable; and do not rashly stamp as a delinquent, the man whose deportment in life may differ from thy own.

O! Thou Invincible Spirit of Goodness, creator of the universe, and cause of every good, deign, I implore thee, to look down upon