With grief I haunt, from hill to hill, The fair, the cruel flying maid: Now by the rivulet's plaintive rill, And now amid the lonely shade.

INVOCATION TO SLEEP.

(From the same.)

O SLEEP, thy gentle hand in vain
Would lull the storm that rends my breast:
Night hears my slumb'ring voice complain.
And spectres mark my soul unblest.

Unhappy thus I pour my tears:
With hopeless heart her charms pursue :
Thus even in dreams she false appears,
And morning proves the vision true.

SONNET.

(From the same.)

AGAIN the blushful May returns
And gilds with smiling suns the grove;
Again amid the varied lay,

The linnets pour the soul of love.

Thy triumph, gentle May, I hail,
O'er winter's blast and chilling snow.
May song unceasing charm thy shade:
Thy breeze with sweets forever blow.

Yet what 10 him thy zephyr's wing.
Tho' all the fragrant East it bears-
Or what to him the golden hour,
Who counts the moments by his tears?

When hope forsakes the love-torn heart,
Away the faithless pleasures fly;
And midst its silence nought is heard
But sorrow's solitary sigh.

HYMN.

(From Milman's Fall of Jerusalem, EVEN thus amid thy pride and luxury, Oh Earth! shall that last coming burst on thee, That secret coming of the Son of Man. When all the cherub-thronging clouds shall shine, Irradiate with his bright advancing sign:

When that Great Husbandman shall wave his fan, Sweeping, like chaff, thy wealth and pomp away: Still to the noontide of that nightless day,

Shalt thou thy wonted dissolute course maintain. Along the busy mart and crowded street, The buyer and the seller still shall meet,

And marriage feasts begin their jocund strain: Still to the pouring out the Cup of Woe; Till Earth, a drunkard, reeling to and fro, And mountains molten by his burning feet, And Heaven his presence own, all red with furnace heat.

The hundred-gated Cities then,
The towers and temples nam'd of men
Eternal, and the thrones of Kings;
The gilded summer palaces,
The courtly bowers of love and ease,
Where still the bird of pleasure sings,
Ask ye the destiny of them?

Go gaze on fallen Jerusalem!

Yea, mightier names are in the fatal roll,

Gainst earth and heaven God's standard is unfurl'c, 'The skies are shrivelled like a burning scroll, And the vast common doom ensepulchres the 5.

Oh! who shall then survive?

Oh! who shall stand and live?

When all that hath been, is no more:

When for the round earth hung in air.
With all its constellations fair

In the sky's azure canopy ;

When for the breathing earth, and sparkling sea,
Is but a fiery deluge without shore,
Heaving along the abyss profound and dark,
A fiery deluge, and without an ark.

Lord of all power, when thou art there alone
On thy eternal fiery-wheeled throne,

That in its high meridian noon

Needs not the perish'd sun nor moon: When thou art there in thy presiding state, Wide-sceptred Monarch o'er the realm of doom: When from the sea depths, from Earth's darkest womb,

The dead of all the ages round thee wait:
And when the tribes of wickedness are strewn

Like forest leaves in the autumn of thine ire:
Faithful and true! thou wilt save thine own!

The saints shall dwell within th' unharming fire, Each white robe spotless, blooming every palm, Even safe as we, by this still fountain's side. So shall the Church, thy bright and mystic bride, Sit on the stormy gulf a haleyon bird of calm. Yes, 'mid yon angry and destroying signs, O'er us the rainbow of thy mercy shines, We hail, we bless the covenant of its beam, Almighty to avenge, Almightiest to redeem !

ELL belov'd and honour'd West!-fare-
ell,
Benignant being! whose indulgent smile
And gentle bearings, linger on my heart,
With such a sweet attraction, I forget,
In this yet early hour, all other claims
Of sorrow for thy loss. Thou wert a man,
In whom the elements so kindly blent,
That genius, whose all potent fires too oft
Consume the milder qualities of mind,
In lighting up its prouder attributes,
Attemper'd thine alone with lucid beams,
And flung their radiance with no niggard band,
Thro' every path of life-dear were the hours
Thy social converse gave, and rich the stores
Accumulated long, which talent, taste,
Investigation deep, and thought profound,
Fadt reasured in thy mind. Age had not chill'd
Thy genuine sensibility, nor care,

That upas of the soul, impair'd its powers:
Still could'st thou mourn the fluttering dove's dis-

tress,

Which struck thy heart in boyhood's ardent hour, (And on thy latest canvas clainis a sigh.) And still with eye new lit, and quivʼring lip, Could'st dwell upon thy mother's rapturous kiss,

⚫ When Mr. West was very young he had attained great skill in the use of the bow and arrow, and was one day upfortunately successful in bringing down a dove, at which he aimed, rather in the thoughtlessness of play than design. The mournings of its widowed mate made an on his was erased, and occasioned him frequently to introduce the dove in his pictures. The simplicity and feeling he displayed in relating this and many other inci

dents of his early life, will never be forgotten by those

who heard them; for cold indeed must be the heart which did not sympathise with sensibility so unaffectand so closely allied to the highest energies of in

Let.

When thy first powers burst on her gladden'd sense,
And hail'd her parent to a son of Fame.
Seldom alas! in a heart-hardening world,
So full of buffetings, so prone to lures
Of wild ambition, avarice, envy, strife,

Do such sweet nestlings of the youthful heart,
(Spring tinctur'd, soft humanities of life)
Retain their hallow'd forms-where cherish'd thus,
As in a home congenial, virtue dwells;
Aikl thus she dwelt with thee, lamented one.-
Powers like thine own shall paint the artist's fame,
Thy genius, talents, industry and toil;
Thy patient labour mounting to the goal
By steps of noble daring-trace with joy
Thy young imagination's flowery field,
Maturer judgment, and experience sage;
Thy power to charm the eye, to melt the heart,
Recall from Time's vast deep the vanish'd forms
Of patriots, heroes, martyrs, and e'en Him
Whom Deity enshrin'd-our suffering Lord.
The gifted bard exultingly may point
To dying Wolfe, to Scotland's Royal Hunt,
Calypso's mien majestick, Pharaoh's rage,
The den of dark Despair, the widow'd love
Of great Germanicus, proud India's pompous train,
Boyne's battled surge, great Edward's regal rites;
The mercies and the sacrifice of Him
Who is the king of kings;-but not for me
Is such high task decreed.—I but presume
To drop with trembling hand and tearful eye,
A flowret from the wild heath's russet bed,
Upon the tomb of him rever'd in life,
And lov'd beyond the grave.

LONDON INTELLIGENCE. June 1820.

"THE ABBOT," which is a sequel to the novel of the Monastery, has we understand, made considerable progress under the prin ter's hands. These celebrated novels are quite the rage at Paris at present. "The Heart of Mid-Lothian" has been translated into French, under the title of" Les Prisons d'Edinboro."

Mrs. Kean accompanies Mr. Kean to America---they sail early in September, with Mr. Price, the manager of the New York the*atre. Mr. Kean intends to make a complete professional tour through the United States.

Mr. Barry Cornwall has published a new poem, in 3 parts, called MARCIAN COLONNA; with Dramatic Sketches, and other poems.

The second volume of Mr. Hogg's Jacobite Relics is in the press.

Rosamond, a Sequel to Early Lessons. By Miss Edgeworth. 2 vols.

The Prophecy of Dante, a poem, by Lord Byron.

Isabel, a tale, by Charles Lloyd.

Mr. Croly, the author of the noble poem of Paris, is about to publish a poem in thes Spencer stanza, entitled The Angel of the World, founded on the celebrated si zy of Haruth and Maruth, told by Mahomet, as a warning against the dangers of wine. The angel delegated to rule the earth, is tempted by a spirit sent to try his virtue, and is unthe more splendid phenomena of earth and done. The poem abounds in descriptions of air in the east. The scene of the temptation is placed in view of Damascus, the rose and wonder of Asia.

IXTEEN years' residence in the

country, has stored the author's mind with a fund of interesting intelligence; and we do not dislike the desultory form in which he has poured it out in this volume. The charm of variety is undoubtedly great; and when it is thrown over matter intrinsically good, he must be a sour critic indeed who can resist being highly pleased with the treat. For such we thank Mr. Jackson, to whom for this week we shall only become debtor for a few miscellaneous extracts from the division of lighter character, entitled "Fragments, Notes, and Anecdotes," and leaving the graver considerations of commerce, civilization, &c. to a future opportunity.

"The study of the language and customs of the Arabs is the best comment upon the Old Testament.-The language of the modern Jews is little to be regarded; their dispersion into various nations, having no fixed habitation, being wholly addicted to their own interest, their conformation to the respective customs of the various na

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tions through which they are dispersed; have caused them, in a great measure, to forget their ancient customs and original language, except what is preserved in the Bible and in the exercise of their religion. Whereas the Arabs have continued in the constant possession of their country many cen turies, and are so tenacious of their customs and habits, that they are, at this day, the same men they were three thousand years ago. Accordingly many of their customs, at this day, remind us of what happened among their ancestors in the days of Abraham."

"Moral Justice. The imperial army being encamped in Temsena, on the confines of Tedla, an Arab chieftain found that a friend of the emperor came into his keymu* at night, and

Keyma is the name for an Arab's tent; they are made of goat's hair, and are black

second time. When it is taken off, some butter, salt, pepper, and saffron, are mixed with it, and it is served up in large bowl. The top is garnished with the fowl or mutton, and the onions and turnips. When the saffron has made it the colour of straw, it has received the proper quota. This is, when properly cooked, a very palatable and nutricious dish."

"Hassua is gruel boiled, and then left over the fire two hours. It is made with barley not ground into flour, but into small particles the size of sparrow slot. It is a very salubrious food for breakfast, insomuch that they have a proverb which intimates that physicians need never go to those countries wherein the inhabitants break their fast

with hassua."

"El Hasseeda is barley roasted in an earthen pan, then powdered in a mortar, and mixed with cold water, and drank. This is the travelling food of the country-of the Arab, the Moor, the Berebber, the Shellub, and the Negro; and is universally used by travellers in crossing the Sahara: the Akkabas that proceed from Akka and Tatta to Timbuctoo, Housa, and Wangara, are always provided with a sufficient quantity of this simple restorative to the hungry stomach."

"Anecdote of Muley Ismael-Muley Ismael compared his subjects to a bag full of rats.- "If you let them rest," said the warrior, "they will gnaw a hole in it: keep them moving, and no evil will happen." So his subjects, if kept continually occupied, the government went on well; but if left quiet, seditions would quickly arise. This sultan was always in the tentedfield: he would say, that he should not return to his palace until the tents were rotten. He kept his army incessantly occupied in making plantations of olives, or in building: rest and rebellion were with him synonymous terms."

“Library at Fas.—When the present emperor came to the throne, there was a very extensive and valuable library of Arabic manuscripts at Fas, consisting of many thousand volumes.

Some of the more intelligent literary Moors are acquainted with events that happened formerly, during the time of the Roman power, which Europeans do not possess. Abdrahaman ben Nassan, bashaw of Abda, was perfectly ac quainted with Livy and Tacitus, and had read those works from the library at Fas. It is more than probable that the works of these authors, as well as those of many other Romans and Greeks, are to be found translated into the Arabic language, in the hands of private individuals in West and in South Barbary. This library was dispersed at the accession of Muley Soliman, and books commenting on the Korad only were retained ; the rest were burned or dispersed among the natives."

"Cairo. The city of El Kabira is called by Europeans Cairo. When Kairo was founded, in the 359th year of the Hejra, the planet Mars was in ascension; and it is Mars who conquers the universe: "therefore," said Moaz, (the son of El Mansor) to his son, "I have given it the name of El Kabira.*”

"The European merchants at Mogodor escape from decapitation. The late emperor, Muley Yezzid, proceeded from Mequinas to Marocco, with an army of thirty thousand cavalry, to take the field against the rebellious Abdrahaman ben Nassar, bashaw of the province of Abda, acting conjointly with the bashaw of the province of Duquella, who had collected an army of eighty thousand men, of which fifty thousand were horse. The emperor, on his arrival at Marocco, was exasperated against the 'kabyls of the south; and was informed that the merchants of Mogodor had supplied his rebel subject, Abdrahaman, with ammunition. Enraged at this report, which the exasperated state of his mind prompted him to believe, he issued an order to the governor of Mogodor, implicating the greater part of the European merchants of that port of high treason, and ordered their decapitation.

El Kahira is the Arabic for the planet Mars, and

signifies victorious.