for a man above the common standard of humanity to look at him, or differ in opinion in the slightest degree. His was A fiery soul, which, working out its way, He excelled (in his own estimation) in long stories, which he told with an extraordinary minuteness of detail. They generally began with, "Shortly after I was appointed to the residency of Paugulabad," or, "The year before, or two years after, I left the residency of Paugulabad:" in short, that was his chronological starting-point. The colonel's yarns principally (though not entirely) related to wonderful sporting exploits, and the greater the bounce the more scrupulously exact was he in the minutia, magnanimously disregarding the terrors of cross-examination, should a seven-foot mortal venture one. 'It was the largest tiger that, sir, I ever killed; he stood 5 feet 4 inches to the top of his shoulder-5 feet 4 was it, by the by ?-no, I'm wrong; 5 feet 4}. I killed him with a double Joe I got from our doctor; I think it was the cold season before I left the residency of Paugulabad." It was one of the most amusing things in the world to see him marching up and down the poop with our Colossus of a skipper-" Ossa to a wart"-one little fin of a hand behind his back, and laying down the law with the other; skipper, with an eye to future recommendation, very deferential, of course. Next, in point of rank, was Mr. Goldmore, an ex-judge of the Sudder Dewanny Adawlut; a man of birth and education, and an excellent sample of the distinguished service to which he belonged. His manners were kind and urbane, though he was a little peppery sometimes, particularly when I beat him at chess. He had come home a martyr to liver; and the yellow cheek, the lack-lustre eye, and the feeble step, all told too plainly that he was returning to die. His wife, fifteen years younger than himself, exhibited beside him a striking contrast; she, "buxom, blithe, and debonnair”—a vigorous plant in floral pride; he, poor fellow, in the " sear and yellow" leaf. She was a warm-hearted, excellent creature, native goodness beaming in her eye, but had one fault, and that a prominent one. Having in India, as is often the case with the sex, been thrown much at out-stations amongst male society, she had insensibly adopted a "mannish” tone, used terms of Indian conventional slang-bad in a man, but odious from female lips-laughed heartily at stories seasoned with equivoque, and sometimes told such herself with off-hand naïveté at the cuddy-table, producing a wink from Mr. Grinnerson to Ensign O'Shaughnessy, and an uncommon devotion to his plate on the part of Mr. Goldmore himself. Major Rantom, of the Dragoons-soldierly, gentlemanlike, and five-andthirty-commanded the detachment of troops, to which were attached Ensigns Gorman and O'Shaughnessy, two fine "animals," that had recently been caught in the mountains of Kerry; and an ancient centurion, Capt. Marpeet, of the Native Infantry, must conclude these samples (with one exception) of the masculine gender. He was a character, upon the whole-a great man for short whist and Hodgson's pale ale. The Sporting Magazine, Taplin's Farriery, and Dundas's Nineteen Manœuvres, seemed to have constituted the extent of his reading, though some conversation he one day had about " zubber, zeer, and pesh," and that profound work the Tota Kuhannee, seemed to indicate that he had at least entered on the flowery paths of Oriental literature. Dundas, however, was his strong point-his tower of strength-his one idea. Ye 66 powers! how amazingly convincing and fluent was he when he took that subject in hand! Many a tough discussion would he have with the pompous little colonel, whether the right or left stood fast, &c., and who, having been a Resident, and knowing, therefore, everything, of course knew something of that also. But places aux demoiselles! make way for the spinsters! Let me introduce to the readers' acquaintance Miss Kitty and Miss Olivia Jenkins, Miss Maria Balgrave, and Miss Anna Maria Sophia Dobbikins. The first two were going to their father, a general officer in Bengal; the eldest, Kitty, was a prude, haunted by the "demon of propriety;" the youngest, dear Olivia, a perfect giggle-with such a pair of eyes!—but "thereby hangs a tale." Miss Maria Balgrave was consigned to a "house of business" in Calcutta, to be forwarded, by the first safe conveyance, up the country, to her dear friend Mrs. Kurrybhat, the lady of Ensign Kurrybhat, who had invited her out; she was very plain, but of course possessed its usual concomitant, great amiability of temper. Miss Dobbikins was a Bath and Clifton belle, hackneyed and passé, but exhibiting the remains of a splendid face and figure; it was passing strange that so fine a creature should have attained " a certain age" without having entered that state which she was so well calculated to adorn, whilst doubtless many a "snub-nosed thing" had gone off under her own nose. I have seen many such cases; and it is a curious problem for philosophical investigation, why those whom "every one" admires "nobody" marries. Having given these sketches of a few of my companions, let me now proceed with my voyage. Leaving Deal, we had to contend with contrary winds, and when off Portsmouth, they became so adverse, that the captain determined on dropping anchor, and there wait a favourable change. In three days the wind became light, veered to the proper quarter, and our final departure was fixed for the following morning. My last evening off Portsmouth long remained impressed on my memory. Full often, in my subsequent wanderings in the silent forest or the lonely desert, in the hushed camp or on the moon-lit rampart, where nought save the sentinel's voice broke through the silence of the night, have I pictured this last aspect of my native land. I had been engaged below, inditing letters for home and other occupations, the whole day, when, tired of the confinement, I mounted on the poop: the parting glow of a summer's evening rested on the scene-a tranquillity and repose little, alas! in consonance with the state of my feelings, once more painfully excited at the prospect of the severance from all that was dear to me. Hitherto excitement had sustained me, but now I felt it in its full force. Land of my sires, what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand ? I leant my head upon my hand, and gave myself up to sad and melancholy reflections. On one side stretched the beautiful coast of the Isle of Wight, whilst the fast-gathering shades of evening were slowly blending into one dark mass the groves and villas of Cowes; lights from many a pleasant window streamed across the rippling sea-lights, methought, cheering circles of happy faces, like those I lately gazed upon, but which I might never see more. Many a tall and gallant man-of-war rode ahead of us, fading in the gathering mist; boats, leaving their long silvery tracks behind them, glided across the harbour; whilst the lights of the town, in rapid succession, broke forth as those of the day declined. The very tranquillity of such a scene as this, to a person in my then state of mind, by mocking, as it were, the inward grief, made it to be more deeply felt. I looked at my native shores, as a lover gazes on his mistress for the last time, till the boom of the evening gun, and the increasing darkness, warned me that it was time to go below. Calm were the elements, night's silence deep, The waves scarce murmuring, and the winds asleep. The next day we were in the chops of the channel-that vast vomitary, which incessantly pours forth the commercial marine of our country to disperse itself through every clime. Merchantmen, of every size and description, though generally of that substantial build in which beauty of outline and sailing qualities are sacrificed to more important and English considerations, passed us almost every moment; some returning battered and tropic-stained, and full fraught with the costly produce of the Indies, or the fruits of a whaling voyage in the South Seas, &c.; others outward-bound, in all the glories of fresh paint and a new rig. On the horizon, I remember, a Leviathan line-of-battle ship bore in sight-an object of interest to many of us-staggering under a pyramid of canvas, and resembling in the distance a snowy peak or iceberg, tinged with sunlight. In a short time it passed us, spurning the surges in wild wreaths from its broad and swelling bows. As she ploughed past, within a few yards, we had a very distinct view of this one of the mighty receptacles of "Britain's dormant thunder;" her swelling canvas, perfect trim, and crowded decks, on which the dark mass of blue jackets was agreeably relieved by the gleam of a musket or the red coat of a marine, presented a brave and animating spectacle; and then, too, tier above tier showed her formidable batteries. What a life of noble and manly excitement must be that of a sailor, when " war its banner waves;" a boundless field of enterprise before him, with England's renown to urge him on, and the smiles of beauty to reward him, if successful. This, however, is the bright side of the picture: midshipman's half-pay, slow promotion, and a wooden leg, may be a few of the items of the per-contra side of the account. In a few days we were in the Bay of Biscay, and now my troubles began. ANECDOTE, TRANSLATED FROM THE PERSIAN. It is related that some person wrote as follows to one of the chief ascetics of his age, who had betaken himself to the cell of contentment: I have heard, my friend, that you dedicate your whole time to devotion, and that, having abandoned the earnings and the dress of the religious mendicant, you have turned aside from the society of mankind. My friendly heart is therefore concerned to know whence you now derive your subsistence." The religious man wrote in reply: "What ignorance is this which you betray? Although you know that I am engaged in the service of my Creator, you ask whence I procure a livelihood! Can you imagine that He who is emphatically "the Sustainer," will ever leave me to perish?" Never can thy destiny be changed by thy contrivances : Never will thy daily bread be increased or diminished by thy cupidity. For from such thoughts nothing will result, save thy own misery. F. TWO KASIDAHS, OR ELEGIES, BY JAMAL UDDIN ABD UL RAZZÁK, OF ISPAHAN. No. I. اگر شکایت گویم زچرخ نیست صواب اگر عتاب کنم بر فلک چه سود عتاب ز جور اوست مرا صد شکایت از هر نوع ز درد اوست مرا صد حکایت از هر باب از او همي كُل صدبرگ خفته اندر خاک به بید میدهد آنگاه جامه سنجاب به بیشه شیران در تاب و تاپ زگرسنگي * شده ردیف سلاطین بطوق و پاره کلاب مرا که لفظ چو لؤلؤ ست آب خوش ندهد وزو برد صدف کنگ مهره خوشاب عجب مدار اگر زو خسي کسي گردد در آن نگر که برد از زخ بزرگان آب که نبود عزم جویم ز دوستان دوري ولي چه سود قضا پیش دیده گشت حجاب فراق جستم و عاقل نجست رنج فراق سفر گزیدم و دانا سفر ندید صواب تب ز تاب گرسنگي .MS. B * کسی گزید مغیلان و خیل غولان را عوض زکاس دهاق كواعب اتراب بجاي نغمه و الحان مطربان لطيف کسي گزيند آواز + بوم و بانگ غُراب بدین گنه که ز ابناي جنس واماندم مرا بصحبت ناجنس میکنند عذاب No. II. در رستخیز قیامت گوید چو در نوردد فراش و امرِ كُن فَيَكُونَ سراي پرده سيماب رنگ آینه گون مخدرات سماوي تتق بر اندازند بجاي مانند این هفت غرفه مدهون نه كله بندد شام از حریر غالیه رنگ نه حله پوشد صبح از نسيج || سقلاطون عدم بگیرد ناگه عنان دهر شموس فنا در آرد در زیرران جبال حزون ؟ فلک بسر برد ادوار ** شغل كون و فساد قمر بسر برد ++ ادوار عاد كالعرجون فراموش SMS. B باین B + دواز B + و B omits * جمال حرون بریزد E ++ and E, نسیم MS. B || صيل حرون : |