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THE TURBAN, A Turkish Tale.
As no impediment or accident occurred upon the road, it would be a waste of time to retrace their journey back to Bagdat. When they entered the grand audience chamber, the Serene Beglerbeg seemed struck with the appear
ance of the lovely Zelia; but as |
he was, although a Turk, a man of of taste, he could not help paying her an ironical compliment for not suffering the attractive lure of Asiatic splendour totally to eclipse the elegant simplicity of her former Grecian habiliments. The involuntary blushes of Zelia informed her that it was wrong for one, to whom nature had been so bountiful, to endeavour to amend what must, in the plainest attire, be deemed a masterpiece of Perfection,
Cyphantia was, by Mustapha, received with the affection of a brother : they mingled their tears as a tribute to the memory of Ibirhim; and these emotions of sornow were only suspended while Zornestan Presented his wife,
This revival of grief in the bot som of the noble Beglerbeg and Cyphantia, seemed a sable curtain drawn before that brilliant prospect of happiness which the opening of the scene presented to the view of the company, and demonstrated the truth of that axiom, that sudden emotions of sorrow are frequently the concomitants of our highest enjoyments. In fact the minds of the whole party were, from different causes emanating from the same source, wound to too high a key ; they therefore found it necessary to seperate, and devote the remaining hours of the evening and night to refreshment and repose.
The ebullitions of their minds in a few days subsided. Cyphantia, and the wife and daughter of Zornestan, had apartments assigned them in the haram of the Beglerbeg, while the young Mustapha, who also resided in the palace of his uncle, was promoted to a considerable post in the state
The beautiful Zelia, no less fascinating in her manners, than captivating by her personal attractions, had in a short time created for herself such ap interest in the
bosom of the elder Mustapha, that relinquishing his former thoughts, he felt for her all the love and tenderness of a father; and, indeed, almost envied Zornestan his consanguinity to such a daughter. Nor had his nephew a smaller share of his affection, for as the virtue, abilities, and estimable-qualities of this young Assyrian were by his situation, brought forward into a strong point of view, and hourly expanded,hediscerned thosestrong traits of genius, integrity, courage, and benevolence, for which his brother was so conspicuous, and which had so much endeared him to him while living, and caused him so exceedingly to lament his death, revived in his son: he therefore looked forward to the nuptials of this amiable pair, as to a period propitious to the house of Mustapha. This period, whatsoever might have been the opinion of Zelia upon the subject, the ardour of the youth would not suffer to be driven to a remote distance. The trumpets from the minerets, and the cannon from the ramparts announced the arrival of the happy morning. A shining train issued from the palace, the gates of the haram were upon this grand occasion thrown optim. Zelia, the lovey Zelia, appeared in a dress of the
parest white, her face shaded by a veil, such as of old adorned the .
vestal virgins. She was attended by Archidice and Cyphantia, and a number of noble maidens, only inferior in beauty to herself.
Supported by the Beglerbeg and her father, she approached the Cadi, before whom the marriage was registered. The ceremony of these nuptials (it is almost needless to state unless to prevent a reference to the records of Bagdat) was adorned with that tasteful magnificence, and conducted with that splendid solemnity which were the characteristics of the government of Mustapha.
. Let not our fair readers befrightened at this mode of conducting a wedding, or start at the word ed. lemnity. The Turks are a grave people, and although a plurality of wives are allowed those that choose to avail themselves of that valuable indulgence, yet they consider every matrimonial engagement they make as a solemn one. Upon this occasion public rejoicings were decreed, and under the auspices of the Serene Beglerbeg, the lustre and brilliancy that formerly adorned the celebrated city of Babylon, seemed to have been revived in Bagdat.
The festivity was continued for three days, at the close of which Mustapha, the newly married pair, Zornestan, Cyphantia, Archidice, and the whole court, made a public procession to the great mosque ; the splendour of which had not been equalled by any shew since the entrance of Alexander the Great into the former city.
But whatsoever impression, splendour and magnificence may make upon the human mind, es: pecially in our juvenile years, experience theaches us, that like the circles arising from a stane dropped in water, it is every moment in a course of obliteration. Splendour, magnificence, and every concomitant of unbounded opulence soon faded upon the sight and be. came familiar, and consequenly less valuable to Young Mustapha and the lovely Zelia. Fortunately for them, when these transient and transitory appendages seemed to recede, they found themselves the Possessors of happiness far more solid than any that can be derived from circumstances so adventi. tious.
They possessed in themselves, and in a numerous and beautiful Progeny, whose minds they formed upon those principles which radiated their own, a source of domestic enjoyment, far superior to those fleeting and transitory pleasures which mankind so generally pursue with such avidity.
Fortune, that fickle goddess, who long had marked the mode of fife adopted by Mustapha and 2elia, was vexed to behold a pair, who seem to despise her influence, and there fore resolved to tempt
"hatsoever may be their lot in life, the goodness of Providence
them, prompted the grand Seignior upon the death of the Beglerbeg, to confer the government of Bagdat upon his nephew. The young Assyrian was now Placed upon the very apex of prosPerity ; riches and honour were showered upon him in an unbound
has decreed that they shall always feel that internal consciousness and Peace of mind which constitute true happiness.
ed profusion; yet he preserved
A PER MAURY.
dence and rectitude ; but, that
For the Lady's Miscellany.
THE Abbe la Grenouille has lately published an ingenious composition in France to prove that the exuberance of Sentiment and Ilove which have generally been the ton for at least half a century, and the materials of which most of the Novels and Romances are composed is not founded in nature, but the offspring of the fancy of lovesick poets and scribblers, whose only elevation consists in being posted in the attic story of some retired edifice, delightfully furmished with dust, cobwebs, and other articles of furniture, so common among the knights of the quill. Now sir, as a champion of ...that delicacy and refinement,which I think should always prevail in the amorous advances of either sex, I step forward to enter the list against the said la Grenouille, with as much resolution as ever any knight errant threw the gauntlet of defiance against his rival ; and, if numbers are of any avail in such important matters as these I think we votaries of refined sentiment must prevail, for we exhibit, Messrs. Editors, a long and briliiant train of worthies, from the able and incomparable author of this Essay of Essay’s down to that merry dog Laurence Sterne, a prowess Band truly, notwithstanding the boasted tactics of the Franch. Now sir, I might go on
in a logical, mathematical and scientific manner as is usual among us scholars, but then I would not be doing justice to myself by thus ‘following the rules laid down by others for the guidance of geniuses of their stamp. No sir, such confinement is inconsistent with that originality which should always be suffered to burst forth with the refulgence of the summer’s sun. You have no doubt often heard of the well known hoetica licentia, which allows one to pluck the stars from their stations and to send them whirling through the sky, in all the sublimity of
| imaginary confusion ; taking ad
vantage of that licence, I shall bring the irrefragable proof that there is such a thing as sentiment, refinement, and delicacy in the world, existing in all its vigour and energy, not in instances brought from beyond the roaring Atlantic, but in this fashionable, sentimental,and refined city of New Amsterdam, whose Belles and Beauxs are unexampled by those of any other country under the sun. This proof shall be in the history of a love affair, that came under my knowledge, and the truth of which I will vouch for ; pledging myself and my honor as a writer of fiction.—In short, to proceed with this interesting Narrative as all sentimental narration should be, Note-
The sun had just descended behind the chimney tops,the young Shopkeepers furled with vigour their awning, and the maidens (old and young) of our polished city had just began to sip their nocturnal dish of tea, when Dr. Galliñot with his elbow reclined on the window, and his fiericranium in his hand, resigned his thoughts to Love and the remembrance of his Dulcenia; he rivalled in the bigness of his passion the famous. Dr. Little who excited so much interest some time since. Sighs and fond wishes escaped him and were unquestionably wafted according to his tender invocations of the gentle zehhyrs to the ear of his charmer, who was similary situated with her mafiftercase in her hand. Often did she fly to the window to see if this son of Galen was advancing, and oft did he with as much assiduity as a cat would watch a mouse, lay in wait to discover when his divinity-made her appearance, or thrust her gentle head out of the window. The warmth of their affection was if possible increased by the confounded obstacles, which ill fortune threw in there way for their will always be fiewfile in abundance who are very quick in smelling out a
Rat ; to speak elegantly,sometimes.
this loving couple of congenial souls would be for a whole day
without catching a glimpse of each other, in which case Dulcinea would always post herself in a situation near the window, where she could best see the sweetest offel. lows, whose face would burst upon her ravished view with more bril
ancy. than the sun, or rather the