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PERSIAN AND ARABIC LITERATURE.-NO. 1.

Quique pii vates, et Phobo digna locuti,

Inventas aut qui vitam excoluêre per artes.-Virg.

If the History of Nations is engaging and useful, because the events of past times, and the actions and fortunes of past heroes, like the wrecked vessel of Carthage, which furnished to the Romans a model for naval war, may supply to modern ages an example and a guide the language of nations, which is a transcript of their feelings, and which bears the marks of their progress from rudeness to refinement, no less deserves our attention.

That language and reflection exert a mutual influence on each other may be learned from the manner in which the civilization of any people corresponds with the improvement of their idiom. It is not therefore to be imagined, that the investigation of a varying and improving dialect is an unpleasing or unworthy task, since it opens the field for research into the manners of a tribe of mankind, and may introduce discussions illustrative of the condition of the peasant, the splendour of the monarch, the renown of the warrior.

Neither let it be urged by any considerate mind, that as the people are unknown and inglorious, their story will be but the dry and jejune detail of facts, and will too nearly resemble the uninviting but useful narrative of the antiquary. Yet when we remember that any sudden alteration in language is not usually effected without a corresponding change in dynasty, and that the transference of subjects from one lord to another, introduces the phrases and idioms, as well as the manners, of the conqueror, we shall find that while the etymologist is engaged in tracing the growth of a language, he may occasionally assume the more solemn deportment and the more animated style of the historian.

There is still another source of enlivening these discussions. If we can intersperse our remarks with examples and translations from the fine writers of this ingenious nation, and particularly from the poets, who have ever improved the melody and richness of a language, we may hope that the vicissitudes of polished diction may open a field for interesting study.

It is the acute observation of an elegant and judicious writer, that human affairs have an ultimate point of depression, as well as of exaltation, beyond which they never proceed either in their advancement or decline. "The regular progress of cultivated life," says Sir Joshua Reynolds, "is from necessities to accommodations, from accommodations to ornaments." That which takes place in the other arts, takes place also in that of language. It takes its march through gradual improvement to degeneracy. Its first birth is to supply the necessities of man; its latest employment to furnish him with luxuries.

It is not always, however, that innovation is gradual, or alteration slow. Besides negligence in the poet and indifference in the patron, causes which invariably affect the growth of letters; war and conquest, the hope of plunder, the desire of renown, often draw every aspiring mind to the field. The arts yield to the love of martial glory,

and the havoc of war succeeds to the slow exertions of civilized industry. Where peace flourishes, the arts of peace have full scope for growth and verdure. Domestic intercourse becomes regulated, and the happiness of private life flows on in an even and uninterrupted channel. There is opened a path to emulation; there are offered laurels to ambition. While science attains maturity, rhetoric and eloquence assume their merited station in the scale of human pursuits. Men study, not merely to discover truth, but to scatter flowers over truths already developed; they desire, not merely to instruct, but to persuade; not merely to teach virtue, but to paint her charms and loveliness.

It is then that a limited and generous monarchy is, perhaps, the very condition of society particularly favourable to the advancement of the arts. The gallantry of courts disposes minds formed to soar, to seek distinction or opulence through the refinements and delicacies of civilized manners. Since the path to honour and wealth lies directly through the favour of the sovereign, pleasure, in every variety, is pursued, and every elegant occupation which can administer amusement to the prince, is industriously sought. Politeness, it is said, is the virtue of monarchies; even among the adherents of a Highland laird, nothing is so remarkable as the civility of the clansmen +.

The influence, however, of the fine arts on national character, was long since remarked by the eloquent and judicious Polybius, and illustrated by this reflection on the power of music among the natives of Arcadia. "Cynetum was a remarkable town in that happy country, the favourite land of pastoral poetry. But the clime of Arcadia, pursues the historian, above all others required the soothing influence of melody, in order to oppose the noxious effects of a keen and bracing temperature; and it is well known, that the peaceful occupations of this romantic people were the amusements of the syrinx and the lyre. But the natives of Cynetum disdained such enervating and (as they seemed) unmanly accomplishments; and the natives of Cynetum were marked, he observes, for cruelty unknown to all other Greeks."

The Greeks, inspired from infancy with the spirit of war, and accustomed to regard with scorn the useful operations of mechanical industry, considered even the culture of the earth as degrading, and assigned to helots, or other slaves, employments which they stigmatized as impairing the dignity of a free-born Hellene. Such arts of commerce as might expose their citizens to the risk of offering merchandize to a slave, a foreigner, or a stranger, were revolting to the proud ideas of Grecian independence.

Excluded thus from those ordinary occupations which in modern states are considered as respectable and honourable, the pursuits of the field, or the games of the Palæstra, remained as the only exercises of the accomplished Dorian or Athenian. It was necessary, therefore,

* Montesquieu, Espr. des Loix, 1. 3.

† See Johnson's "Tour to the Hebrides," and Hume's "Essays."

that the fine arts should civilize the breast and tame the souls of this high-spirited people; and music, while the sister-art of painting had not as yet quitted the garb of infancy, was the ready resource of her acute and profound legislators.

The truth of the same principles may be remarked in the history of the Persians and Arabs previously, and at the time immediately subsequent, to the era of Mahomet.

The vindictive and sanguinary character of the Arabs is well known to the nations of Europe. Along the banks of the Red Sea, the ocean, and the Persian Gulf, at the earlier periods of Oriental independence, lived the Icthyophagi, in the rudest state of primitive barbarism. Without the influence of arts to soften, of laws to control, almost of language to express their desires, the helpless savage supported an existence not far superior to that of the brute. Some, however, of

this desolate people emerged from such scenes of misery. Hordes of wandering freebooters quitted their dreary abodes, and sought happier and more secure settlements in the resources of a pastoral life. From these descended that formidable race, which, known under the name of Bedoweens, have, from age to age, scattered devastation and ruin through the climes of the East.

The Bedoweens, born in a state of separation from the rest of mankind, have been characterized, in every act of intercourse with them, by the bitterness of rancour and malevolence. The guarded caravan, or the solitary pilgrim, is alike exposed to the incursions of the wild freebooter of Arabia. If the Bedoween meet on the desert a lonely traveller, he, with remorseless rapacity, strips him of his garment, or devotes him to destruction on his resistance. Nor is the practice of licentious rapine confined to the lawless ruffian; the customs of the nation support the system of secret and predatory warfare: numerous armed bands infest every district, and assume the character of just and honourable armies.

In the civilized nations of Europe, the right is reserved to a few powerful sovereigns of carrying arms, or entering into alliances among each other; and the transactions of hostile potentates proceed with a degree of refinement and a spirit of humanity that tend at least to mitigate and cast a veil over the horrors of carnage and bloodshed. Among the Arabs every family, often every individual, might be the arbiter and avenger of his own quarrel. The acute sensibility of honour which feels a stain like a wound, and regards the intention of the offender rather than the injury, sheds its pernicious influence on their internal feuds, and transmits from father to son the animosities of kinsmen. Ignorant of pity or forgiveness, they could protract their revenge from year to year, and from age to age, and rest not until sanguinary cruelty have steeped their scimitars in the blood of their opponents.

Yet was the attachment of the Arabs to a life of predatory warfare scarcely more remarkable than their encouragement of some of the arts of peace. Their keen avidity for poetry was displayed at their solemn festivals, where genius received its laurels at the hands of the haughty warriors. The subjects of their song were the praises of

love and woman, the eulogy of martial virtue and renown, and the celebration of their uniform concomitant, open generosity of character. If the bards of Arabia, in point of delicacy and elegance, are not to be estimated at so high a mark as the neighbouring poets of Persia, at least they claim no second place for the qualities of fire and animation.

It was in this state of Arabian manners that Mahomet, the surprising character whose eloquence and force of arms were to exercise so mighty an influence over the minds, habits, and manners of mankind, arose in the East. The detail of his chief enterprises, and the account of their silent and unseen, yet powerful effect on the languages of Persia and Arabia, must be a subject for a future paper.

P. W. R.

SUNDAY IN PARIS.

'Tis morning-the shops are all open-the cries
And week-day sights meet our ears and our eyes,
As the loaded waggons pass us,
With wheels sticking out a yard at least,
And housings grotesque that make every beast
Look like the London Bonassus.

'Tis church-time, and half of the shops are half shut,
Except in the quarters of trade, where they put
At defiance what Louis enacted;

The streets are as full as before-and I guess
The churches are nearly as empty, unless
Some mummery pageant is acted.

When worship becomes a theatical show
Parisians of course most religiously go

To pray for the forwardest places,

Where best they may see a fine puppet for hours
Before a fine altar of tinsel and flowers

Perform pantomimic grimaces.

Some gaze on his shoes and his gloves of white kid,
Or the jewels with which every finger is hid,
Or his flounces of violet satin;

Other eyes on his laces and mitre are kept,
Attentive to all his performance-except

The prayers that he mumbles in Latin.

The senses give thanks-no responses are inade,
And when there's a pause in the form and parade
The orchestra strikes up a chorus ;

The women then ask, who is that?-who is this?
While the men slily ogle the singers, and kiss
Their hands to the sweet Signoras.

Is there nothing of fervour?-O yes, you may mark
Some hobbling old crones in a vestibule dark,

Who dab in the holy lotion

Shrivell'd fingers to cross their forehead and breast,
Then kneel at a chapel with candles dress'd,
And kiss it with blind devotion.

They pour from the church-and each fair one begs,
As she crosses the gutter and shews her legs,
To know what is next intended;

For Sunday's devoted to pleasure and shows,
And the toils of the day of rest never close
Till both day and night are ended.

One talks of Versailles-or St. Cloud-or a walk,
And a hundred sharp voices that sing, not talk,
Instantly second each mover;

Some stroll to the Bois de Boulogne; others stray
To the Thuilleries, Luxembourg, Champs Elysées,
The Garden of Plants, or the Louvre.

But the dinner-hour comes-an important event!
What pondering looks on the cartes are now bent!
And how various-how endless the fare is,
From the suburb Guinguette, to where epicures choose
Fricandeaus, fricassées, consommés, and ragouts,

At Grignion's, Beauvillier's, or Very's.

Some belles in the Thuilleries' walks now appear,
While loungers take seat round about then-to sneer,
To chat-read the papers, or slumber.

In disposing the chairs there are different whims,
But one for the body, and two for the limbs,
Are reckon'd a moderate number.

The Boulevards next are the grand rendezvous,
Where parties on parties amusement pursue,
A stream of perpetual friskers,

From the pretty Bourgeoise and the trowser'd Commis,
The modern Grisette, and the ancient Marquis,
To the Marshal of France in whiskers.

Crowds sit under trees in defiance of damps;
Th' Italian Boulevard, with its pendulous lamps,

By far is the smartest of any

With bare elbows, slim waists, and fine bonnets dress'd out, Each Parisian beauty may there have a rout

For the price of the chair-a penny.

English women are known by their dresses of white;
The men by superior neatness and height,

They talk of gigs, horses, and ponies;

All look twice as grave as the French-yet their laugh,
When they choose to indulge it, is louder by half,
And they turn in, of course, at Tortoni's.

The theatres open, some thirty or more

All are fill'd, yet the crowd seems as thick as before,
Regardless of mud, or of weather;

You'd swear it were carnival-time-and in sooth
The town is a fair-every house is a booth
And the people all crazy together.

What braying of gongs-what confusion of tongues!
What a compound of noise from drums, trumpets, and lungs!

* Bills of fare.

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