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him brought to the palace and dressed his wounds with my own hands.

Curiosity induced me to inquire the history of Khojà, for so my new friend was named. I found him a thorough scoundrel on principle, he believed every body to be as bad as himself; men appeared to him born for no other purpose than to cheat or be cheated: the former he regarded as his own predestined vocation, and to practise it seemed just as natural as to eat when he was hungry, or drink when he was athirst. This opened to me a new view of human nature; and though disgusted with the profligate avowal of crimes which Khojà made without scruple, I took a fancy to the fellow, and engaged him as my servant. Ere long he began to hint darkly, that I ought to pay more attention to my wife's conduct, which had, indeed, for some time back, given me considerable uneasiness. Miriam no longer came to meet me with pleasure; she was silent and constrained in my company, and scarcely disguised her satisfaction whenever I signified my intention of remaining alone in the pavilion. Sometimes, indeed, she complained of my studious and solitary disposition; and I so far gratified her, as to join once or twice in the parties of pleasure that she and Emina formed. My readiness to gratify their wildest and most expensive whims, my lavish supply of money, and, perhaps, my credulity in believing any excuse however improbable, for the improprieties that I noticed, made me always a welcome guest; but the fashionable amusements of Bagdad, always trifling, and not unfrequently indecorous, were intolerable bores to one whose mind was exalted by the richest stores of knowledge. To my taste, which had been refined by the study of the noblest models almost into a state of morbid sensibility, the fashionable jests of a Bagdad party were dull and pointless; their attempts at wit tiresome, their anxiety about trifles ridiculous, and their scandal disgusting. I longed for the halls of Ghizeh ; but I saw that Miriam was delighted with the world, and for her sake I continued to dwell in the detested city.

A sudden change came over Miriam's conduct; she began to lavish on me all the endearments of our early love, to speak with all the warmth of a heart overflowing with its own tenderness, to exhibit an anxiety for my health and comfort, which amounted almost to painful solicitude. I could not avoid remarking the alteration with some

thing like a boast to Khojà. He smiled and shook his head. "When guilt is contemplated," said that shrewd observer, “we are silent and abstracted, because conscience still struggles against inclination; but when guilt is consummated, hypocrisy is summoned to disarm suspicion, and mirth assumed to impose upon ourselves."

"You cannot mean," I said, "that Miriam is only acting a part?" "Never did I display so much fondness for my father as when I found my way to his secret hoards, and made his hidden treasures purchase my enjoyments." "dare you

"Wretch!" I exclaimed, compare your wretched self with a being so pure and holy as Miriam? If you dare repeat such an insult I will consign you to tortures, compared to which the bastinado would be positive enjoyment."

"The ass of Tabaristán would not believe he was eating brambles, until he found the thorns sticking in his throat," said Khojà very carelessly, and with this complimentary proverb he turned away.

In spite of myself, the words of Khojà infused suspicion into my mind, and I began to watch Miriam's countenance more closely than I had done for months. The result of the investigation was far from satisfactory; in the midst of her endearments I found that she was unwilling to let her eye meet mine, and when she poured forth a flood of loving expressions, the torrent was often checked by a choking sound, like the last agonies of expiring conscience. One evening that I had retired to my pavilion, I mused over many circumstances in my wife's conduct which had excited almost unconscious alarm in my mind, and I wished for the magic mirror of Ghizeh, to know how her time was employed in my absence. I spoke the long disused spell, and once more stood in the Hall of Power; the wondrous mirror was before me, but some unaccountable feeling long prevented me from pronouncing the charm which brought the images of life to its dark surface: When, at length, the incantation was pronounced, I beheld the outside of my own pavilion at Bagdad beset by the guards of the Khaliph; Miriam, accompanied by an officer, notoriously the most dissipated wretch in the Scaracenic empire, was opening the door with a masterkey; the dagger which she bore in her hand, left no doubt of her intention. My worthy friend Khojà was standing near her with a shaded light, while my treacherous

father-in-law and his wife were posting the soldiers, so as to block up all avenues of

escape.

Instantly summoning my most powerful spirits, I transported myself into the centre of the group. My blood ran cold, when I heard Miriam inquiring the exact position of the couch on which I was accustomed to recline, and boasting of the art with which she had wrung from me the secret, that my magic power was suspended while blood flowed even from the smallest wound. But when her lover told her not to strike a mortal blow, but to preserve my life, that my tortures might gratify a savage populace, the measure of my rage was full; it overflowed when she yielded an unreluctant assent to the brutal advice, and when Khojà began to jest on my anticipated sufferings. My plans were formed in a moment; Khojà, invested with my shape, was flung helpless on the couch, his shoulder received Miriam's dagger, his cries brought in the savage guards, his limbs were loaded with the fetters designed for me. The soldiers dragged away the helpless wretch, heedless of his remonstrances; Miriam and her lover rushed into each other's arms, believing themselves alone in the pavilion, and as they met in a guilty embrace, exclaimed together, 66 May we be thus for ever united!"

"May you be thus for ever united!" exclaimed a voice, that sounded in their ears like thunder. Their limbs moved not, as they beheld me surrounded by a troop of flaming spirits, who bound the wretched pair together with adamantine fetters by the arms and legs, while their dresses, assuming the rigidity of the hardest steel, rendered them incapable of the slightest motion.

"Thus be you for ever united; condemned to gaze on the guilty faces of each other, while memory shall wither the cheek, age quench the eye, and disease ravage the countenance. Away with them, ye Afrites, to the halls of Ghizeh ; let them be placed in an illuminated chamber, where they can admire each other's charms, and meditate at their leisure on the vengeance of Al Amin." As they disappeared through the air, I fired the pavilion; and walking quietly towards the palace in the guise of Khojà, meditated how I should punish Al Kahman and Emina. Poverty was, I believed, a sufficient infliction; at a word, my piles of gold were worthless slates, my jewels mere pebbles, my rich silks and

tapestries spiders' webs, my camels emmets, that hid themselves in earth. Al Kahman and his wife were exulting in the destruction of the pavilion, because they believed that they would not be called to share the spoil with Miriam and her paramour, when they were summoned by the Cadi to give up the confiscated property of the magician.

Words cannot describe the astonishment and rage of all parties, when they found that the expected treasures had unaccountably disappeared. The Cadi was perfectly furious; he ordered Al Kahman and Khojà to be bound and dragged before his tribunal at the earliest dawning of day.

Rarely did the citizens of Bagdad quit their beds with more alacrity than on the morning that was to witness the trial and, as they easily believed, the execution of the silent merchant. As I was hurried along in Khoja's form, I heard voices that I well knew, for they were those of persons who had profited by my kindness, venting their concealed envy on my head in curses and scandals. The luckless wretch who wore my shape was overwhelmed with all nameless insults, and all his attempts at explanation were drowned by the clamours of an infuriated multitude. The Cadi had not much trouble in getting evidence to support his predetermined sentence. There was a mob round his tribunal testifying with one accord to a catalogue of the blackest crimes that imagination can conceive, and he could only for a moment stifle the clamour, by sentencing his prisoner to the horrid punishment of the pale. My very soul sickened when I saw the wicked Khojà forced to endure the fearful agonies of that dreadful death; but the other spectators, though they deemed that they witnessed the unmerited fate of their innocent benefactor, rent the air with demoniac shouts, and tried to embitter the tortures of the victim by taunts and insults. While Khojà was writhing on the instrument of death, the Cadi demanded of Al Kahman where the treasures were concealed. It was in vain that he protested ignorance; both he and Emina were condemned to the bastinado, and the punishment was continued until they both sunk senseless. Khoja's reputation as a robber exposed him to suspicion, and I, who wore his form, was dragged forward as the next victim of the Cadi's cruelty. But in a moment I was the judge on the bench, and the Cadi, extended before his own tribunal,

suffered the punishment he had so often view the spirit of my deceased master, inflicted upon others.

The last stroke fell upon his feet as Khojà breathed his last sigh. "It is finished," I exclaimed, in a voice of thunder, and appearing on the tribunal in my own shape, surrounded by flaming guards, I detailed to the assembled multitude the particulars of the vengeance that I had inflicted on the authors of my wrongs. "Ere I bid you farewell," I continued, "share among you my now useless treasures," and I seemed to fling showers of gold into the thickest of the throng as I disappeared.

The scramble for wealth by the avaricious multitude produced a scene of confusion that transcends description; sabres flashed, lances were pointed, stones and other missiles were flung; those who could obtain no weapon struck, kicked, and bit; women screamed, men shouted; the groans of wretches trampled in the press were unheard. Even after the gold had disappeared, angry passions continued to maintain the tumult, until the combatants shrunk from sheer exhaustion.

In the mean time I returned to Ghizeh, and summoned for the first and last inter

Macarius. He appeared with the cold meditative aspect which he had worn in life"I know thy fortunes, my son," he said; "thou wast doomed to learn that superhuman power is a solitary thing; sympathy cannot exist between knowledge and ignorance. Miriam's joys were not thy joys, neither were her griefs thy griefs. From the day that thou first began to commune with the elementary spirits, thou hadst rendered thyself unfit for human society. Thou art the victim of thy own power, and must henceforth dwell alone."

When Macarius disappeared, I commanded that Miriam and her lover should be loosed from their fetters and transported to Bagdad. I could not bear to look upon the face of a woman I had so tenderly loved, and I have never enquired her subsequent fate. I am a companionless being, possessed of power which I do not want and fear to use, deprived of the sympathy for which every human soul thirsts, but none more ardently than mine-my life is joyless, and my death

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AUTUMN.

Он, farewell to mead and mountain !
Oh, farewell to wood and fountain;
Autumn now is growing old;
On the tree the leaf is dying,
In the air the light straws flying,
Earth is dark and skies are cold.

Darker yet the streams are flowing,
Colder yet the winds are blowing,

All is one broad field of white;
Tamed by winter's growing weather,
E'en the wild bird leaves the heather,
Scarcely shrinking from the sight.

Welcome, Winter, I must love thee,
Though a few faint hearts reprove thee;
Let them call thee what they may,
Never, never does young Pleasure
Trip a gayer, lighter measure,

Than in Winter's cheerful day.

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COURT AND FASHIONABLE INTELLIGENCE.

We are happy to state that their Majesties and the whole of the Royal Family are in excellent health her Majesty was troubled with a slight cold at the beginning of the month. The Duchess of Gloucester has been afflicted with a severe attack of illness, but is now perfectly recovered.

The operation on the eyes of Prince George of Cumberland, which was to have been performed at Christmas, is, by the advice of Baron Graeffe, to be delayed until May.

The Duke and Duchess of Roxburgh left the Star and Garter, Richmond Hill, on the 2nd, for the continent.

The Duke and Duchess of St. Alban's remain at Brighton till the close of February. Their Graces intend to give a grand entertainment on St. Valentine's day.

A statue of the late Duke of Athol, executed by a pupil of Chantrey, has been placed in the cathedral of Dunkeld.

The Duke of Devonshire has sent the collection of Egyptian antiquities his Grace purchased in town to Chatsworth.

The Marquess of Tweedale has been elected a Vice President of the Scottish Corporation, in place of Sir Michael Shaw Stewart, Bart., lately deceased.

The Marquess and Marchioness of Londonderry were to commence their journey from St. Petersburgh to Berlin on the 20th, on their way to England; they are expected to arrive here at the beginning of February.

Esq., second son of Edward Knight, Esq., of Godmersham-park, Kent, and Charoton House, Hants.

The Earl of Harewood is expected in town at the meeting of Parliament; but the family will probably remain in the country until Easter.

The Earl of Yarmouth, eldest son of the Marquess of Hertford, will remain in Paris for the fashionable season.

The mansion of Sir J. Langham, in Whitehallplace, has been again taken by the Earl of Mansfield for the approaching season.

The magnificent mansion now building at Silsoc, Bedfordshire, will occupy another year in the conpletion. The Earl de Grey is his own architect, and the work already betrays considerable ability.

The Earl of Selkirk arrived at his seat, St. Mary's Isle, from a Tour in the Canadas and United States, on the 11th instant.

Viscount Templeton has presented to the United Service Museum, Whitehall-yard, eight stone celts, a bronze celt, and a bronze spear, all dug up near Castle Upton.

Lord Dicas, who is now in Paris, has relinquished his mansion, in Curzon-street, to the Duke and Duchess of Montrose.

Lord and Lady Cowley have arrived in Grosvenor-square for the season.

Lord Henry Petty Fitzmaurice attained his majority on the 6th, but, in consequence of the late bereavement in the family of the Marquess of Lansdowne, the event was not celebrated.

Lord Beresford will recommence his dinner par

The Marquess of Hertford has left Nice for ties next month in Cavendish-square. Milan.

The Marquess and Marchioness of Aylesbury have arrived in Grosvenor-square from their seat, Tottenham-park, for the season.

The Earl and Countess of Mansfield have postponed their departure from the palace at Scone until the middle of February.

The venerable Earl of Lauderdale is daily occupied with literary pursuits at his seat, Dunbar House, N. B.

It is said that the widow of the late Rev. Earl Nelson will shortly be united to George Knight,

Lord Melbourne, Lord John Russell, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer, have issued cards of invitation for grand dinners on the opening of Parliament.

Lady A. Beresford will remain at the palace of Armagh until the first week in April.

Howard Elphinstone, Esq., M.P. and Sir Howard Elphinstone, during the obstruction on the roads, occasioned by the late snow storm, gave to five men 30%. to convey important letters from Hastings to London, which could not be forwarded by the mails.

On Tuesday, January 10, the mortal remains of Field Marshal Sir Samuel Hulse were conveyed from Chelsea Hospital, of which institution he was Governor, for interment in the family vault, situated in the neighbourbood of Erith.

Vice-Admiral Sir Robert Otway has quitted

Brighton for Sheerness, having been recently appointed to the command of that station.

Mr. Vernon Harcourt and the Lady Elizabeth will remain at Newnham Hall until the meeting of Parliament.

REVIEW OF NEW WORKS.

Introduction to the Literature of Europe in the Fifteenth, Sixteeth, and Seventeenth Centuries. By Henry Hallam, F.R.S.A. Vol. I. Murray. London,

1837.

ENGLISH genius, rich in its own productions, has hitherto accomplished little in the way of contributions to literary history. The Bibliographia Britannica-which furnishes no more than a few leaves to the great volume-is confessedly an inadequate authority, although, as a whole, it is the only authority we possess upon so large a scale of the lives of distinguished Englishmen. In Mr. Warton's History of English Poetry, there certainly is an attempt towards an elaborate review of the origin and progress of the art, but it wants method, its criticisms are not always very just or profound, and it does not come down later than the age of Elizabeth. Of Europe during the middle ages, we have a meagre and unsatisfactory account in the work of Mr. Berington: and here ends our brief enumeration of almost every thing that has been done in this way in our language, excepting, of course, such biographies as Todd's Life of Spenser, which take up individuals, and incidentally illustrate the age to which they belong. If we require more extensive and sound information, we must consult the researches of the German and French savans; but even here we cannot get all that we require, and the student who wishes to make himself thoroughly acquainted with literary history, must ascend to the original sources, to the Teutonic, the Saxon, the Minnesangers, the Troubadours, the Norman poets, and to every race which at different periods in different parts of Europe produced a distinct literature of its own. The announcement of such a work as an Introduction to the Literature of Europe from such a writer as Mr. Hallam, was, therefore, a subject of no ordinary congratulation, and we approached the perusal of this, his first volume, with mixed feelings of curiosity and anxiety. It is not without mature deliberation, and sincere regret, that we must acknowledge the disappointment the defective execution of this important labour occasioned us. To the general reader, whose want of precise knowledge on the subject will render any epitome of the productions of the fifteenth, sixteenth, and seventeenth centu.. ries acceptable to him, this book will doubtless, be welcome, and to such we commend i without hesitation. But the scholar will perceive without difficulty, how much it falls short of the VOL. X.-NO. II.-FEBRUARY 1837.

demands of the enquiry, how much it omits, how erroneous it is in some of its decisions, and, above

all, into what a narrow compass it compresses a quantity of matter that ought to have been expanded into at least three times the space. The first and most serious fault is that Mr. Hallam has not given himself room enough to discuss the topics he has congregated upon his page. Out of this fault spring many others-such as hasty verdicts upon men who were confessedly the lights of their times, and the total rejection of names that inherit, by virtue of their intellectual ascendency, a high place in the records of literature. We cannot descend into particulars, but we refer the reader, if he will take the trouble to pursue the investigation, for examples of the first charge to the way in which Mr. Hallam dismisses such distinguished persons as St. Avitus of Vienne, Erigene, St. Cesarius of Arlos, and Alcuin: and, in support of the second, we may notice the total omission of St. Aldhelm of Sherburne, and the inexcusable brevity with which the Anglo-Norman and Spanish poets are treated. These are serious drawbacks on the pleasure which such a work ought to confer: and we must conclude either that Mr. Hallam's researches did not carry him sufficiently into the depths of the enquiry, or that he did not devote himself with the requisite assiduity to its prosecution. Mr. Hallam is generally, however, remarkable for honestyalthough he sometimes betrays strange prejudicesand for an accurate judgment— although, here again, he commits not a few extraordinary heresies. His reputation, we apprehend, will suffer by this work, which is infinitely inferior to his History of the Middle Ages, not merely in the fulness and correctness of its details, but even in its style, which is for the most part abrupt and inelegant.

The Americans, in their Moral, Social, and Political Relations. By Francis J. Grund. 2 vols. Longman. London. 1837.

THE Countries of modern Europe are much more The vivacity of easily delineated than America. the French (now fast waning into cold ceremony), and the bluntness of the English, are proverbial. We have no difficulty in assigning to the Peninsula and to Germany their more prominent characteristics but respecting America, opinion still flickers and lingers, as if it were impossible to decide. There are two very evident reasons that will help us in some measure to explain the unsettled state

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