And there, unseen of all but ALLA, sit
Each by its own pale carcass, watching it.

But morn is up, and a fresh warfare stirs
Throughout the camp of the beleaguerers.
Their globes of fire (the dread artillery lent
By GREECE to conquering MAHADI) are spent ;
And now the scorpion's shaft, the quarry sent
From high balistas, and the shielded throng
Of soldiers swinging the huge ram along,
All speak the' impatient Islamite's intent.
To try, at length, if tower and battlement
And bastioned wall be not less hard to win,
Less tough to break down, than the hearts within.
First in impatience and in toil is he,

The burning AZIM-O! could he but see
The' Impostor once alive within his grasp,
Not the gaunt lion's hug, nor boa's clasp,
Could match that gripe of vengeance, or keep pace
With the fell heartiness of Hate's embrace!

Loud rings the ponderous ram against the walls; Now shake the ramparts, now a buttress falls, But still no breach-"Once more, one mighty swing "Of all your beams, together thundering!

There the wall shakes-the shouting troops exult,

"Quick, quick discharge your weightiest catapult Right on that spot, and NEKSHEB is our own!" 'Tis done the battlements come crashing down, And the huge wall, by that stroke riven in two, Yawning, like some old crater, rent anew, Shows the dim, desolate city smoking through.

But strange! no signs of life-nought living seen
Above, below what can this stillness mean?
A minute's pause suspends all hearts and eyes—
"In through the breach," impetuous AzIM cries;
But the cool CALIPH, fearful of some wile

In this blank stillness, checks the troops awhile. —
Just then, a figure, with slow step, advanced
Forth from the ruined walls, and, as there glanced
A sunbeam over it, all eyes could see

The well-known Silver Veil!" "Tis He, 'tis He,
MOKANNA, and alone!" they shout around;
Young AZIM from his steed springs to the ground —
Mine, Holy Caliph ! mine," he cries, "the task
To crush yon daring wretch 'tis all I ask."
Eager he darts to meet the demon foe,
Who still across wide heaps of ruin slow
And falteringly comes, till they are near;
Then, with a bound, rushes on AzIм's spear,
And, casting off the Veil in falling, shows -
O'tis his ZELICA's life-blood that flows!

"I meant not, AZIM," soothingly she said, As on his trembling arm she leaned her head, And, looking in his face, saw anguish there Beyond all wounds the quivering flesh can bear "I meant not thou should'st have the pain of this: 66 Though death, with thee thus tasted, is a bliss "Thou would'st not rob me of, didst thou but know, "How oft I've prayed to God I might die so! "But the Fiend's venom was too scant and slow ; "To linger on were maddening and I thought

"If once that Veil -nay, look not on it-caught

"The eyes of your fierce soldiery, I should be "Struck by a thousand death-darts instantly.. "But this is sweeter O! believe me, yes"I would not change this sad, but dear caress, "This death within thy arms I would not give "For the most smiling life the happiest live! "All, that stood dark and drear before the eye "Of my strayed soul, is passing swiftly by; "A light comes o'er me from those looks of love, "Like the first dawn of mercy from above; "And if thy lips but tell me I'm forgiven,

Angels will echo the blest words in heaven! "But live, my AzIм;-O! to call thee mine "Thus once again! my Azıм — dream divine! "Live, if thou ever lov'dst me, if to meet "Thy ZELICA hereafter would be sweet, "O, live to pray for her-to bend the knee 66 Morning and night before that Deity,

"To whom pure lips and hearts without a stain, "As thine are, Azıм, never breathed in vain, — "And pray that He may pardon her, may take "Compassion on her soul for thy dear sake, "And, nought remembering but her love to thee, "Make her all thine, all His, eternally!

"Go to those happy fields where first we twined "Our youthful hearts together-every wind "That meets thee there, fresh from the well-known flowers,

"Will bring the sweetness of those innocent

hours

"Back to thy soul, and thou may'st feel again "For thy poor ZELICA as thou didst then.

"So shall thy orisons, like dew that flies "To heaven upon the morning's sunshine, rise "With all love's earliest ardor to the skies! "And should they but, alas! my senses fail "O for one minute! — should thy prayers prevail "If pardoned souls may, from that World of Bliss, "Reveal their joy to those they love in this"I'll come to thee-in some sweet dream—and tell"O Heaven - I die — dear love! farewell, farewell."

Time fleeted — years on years had passed away, And few of those who, on that mournful day, Had stood, with pity in their eyes, to see The maiden's death, and the youth's agony, Were living still-when, by a rustic grave, Beside the swift Amoo's transparent wave, An aged man, who had grown aged there By that lone grave, morning and night in prayer, For the last time knelt down-and, though the shade Of death hung darkening over him, there played A gleam of rapture on his eye and cheek, That brightened even Death like the last streak Of intense glory on the horizon's brim,

When night o'er all the rest hangs chill and dim.
His soul had seen a Vision, while he slept;
She, for whose spirit he had prayed and wept
So many years, had come to him, all dressed
In angel smiles, and told him she was blessed!
For this the old man breathed his thanks, and died.—
And there, upon the banks of that loved tide,
He and his ZELICA sleep side by side.

THE story of the Veiled Prophet of Khorassan being ended, they were now doomed to hear FADLADEEN's criticisms upon it. A series of disappointments and accidents had occurred to this learned Chamberlain during the journey. In the first place, those couriers, stationed, as in the reign of Shah Jehan, between Delhi and the Western coast of India, to secure a constant supply of mangoes for the Royal Table, had, by some cruel irregularity, failed in their duty; and to eat any mangoes but those of Mazagong was, of course, impossible. In the next place, the elephant, laden with his fine antique porcelain, had, in an unusual fit of liveliness, shattered the whole set to pieces: an irreparable loss, as many of the vessels were so exquisitely old, as to have been used under the Emperors Yan and Chun, who reigned many ages before the dynasty of Tang. His Koran, too, supposed to be the identical copy between the leaves of which Mahomet's favorite pigeon used to nestle, had been mislaid by his Koranbearer three whole days; not without much spiritual alarm to FADLADEEN, who, though professing to hold, with other loyal and orthodox Mussulmans, that sal

1 "The celebrity of Mazagong is owing to its mangoes, which are certainly the best fruit I ever tasted. The parent-tree, from which all those of this species have been grafted, is honored during the fruit-season by a guard of sepoys; and, in the reign of Shah Jehan, couriers were stationed between Delhi and the Mahratta coast, to secure an abundant and fresh supply of mangoes for the royal table." Mrs. Graham's Journal of a Residence in India.

This old porcelain is found in digging, and "if it is esteemed, it is not because it has acquired any new degree of beauty in the earth, but because it has retained its ancient beauty; and this alone is of great importance in China, where they give large sums for the smallest vessels which were used under the Emperors Yan and Chun, who reigned many ages before the dynasty of Tang, at which time _porcelain began to be used by the Emperors," (about the year 442.) - Dunn's Collection of curious Observations, &c.; -a bad translation of some parts of the Lettres Edifiantes et Curieuses of the Missionary Jesuits.