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and by the waving of bis hand directed me to approach the place where he sat.' I drew near with that reverence which is due to a superior nature; and as my heart was intirely subdued by the captivating strains I had heard, I fell down at his feet and wept. The genius smiled upon me with a look of compassion and affability that familiarized him to my imagination, and at once dispelled all the fears and apprehensions with which I approached him. He lifted me from the ground, and taking me by the hand, “ Mirza,” said he, “ I have heard thee in thy soliloquies ; follow me.”
· He then led me to the highest pinnacle of the rock, and placing me ou the top of it, “ Cast thy eyes eastward,” said he, “ and tell me what thou seest." "I see, said I, “ a huge valley, and a prodigious tide of water rolling through it.' that thou seest,” said he, “ is the Vale of Misery, and the tide of water that thou seest, is part of the great tide of eternity.” “ What is the reason,” said I, “that the tide I see rises out of a thick mist at one end, and again loses itself in a thick mist at the other ?" “ What thou seest,” said he,“ is that portion of eternity which is called tiine, measured out by the sun, and reaching from the beginning of the world to its consummation." “ Examine now," said he, sea that is bounded with darkness at both ends, and tell me what thou discoverest in it.” “ I see a bridge,” said ], "standing in the midst of the tide.” bridge thou seest,” said he, “is human life, consider it attentively." Upon a inore leisurely survey of it, I found that it consisted of threescore and ten entire arches, with several broken arches, which added to those that were entire, made up the number about an hundred. As I was counting the arches, the genius told me that this bridge consisted at. first of à thousand arches: but that a great flood swept away
the rest, and left the bridge in the ruinous condition I now beheld it.' “ But tell me further," said he, “ what thou discoverest on it.” “I see multitudes of people passing over it,” said I, “ and a black cloud hanging on each end of it.” As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge into the great tide that flowed underneath it; and upon farther examination, perceived there were innumerable trap-doors that lay concealed in the bridge, which the passengers no sooner trod upon, but they fell through them into the tide, and immediately disappeared. These hidden pit-falls were set very thick at the entrance of the bridge, so that thronys of people no broke through the cloud, but many of them fell into them. They grew thinner towards the middle, but multiplied and lay closer together towards the end of the arches that were entire.
• There were indeed some persons, but their number was very small, that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches, but fell through one after another, being quite tired and spent with so long a walk.
I passed some time in the contemplation of this wonderful structure, and the great variety of objects which it presented. My heart was filled with a deep melancholy to see several dropping unexpectedly in the midst of mirth and jollity, and catching at every thing that stood by them to save themselves. Some were looking up towards heaven in a thoughtful posture, and in the midst of a speculation stumbled and fell out of sight. Multitudes were very busy in the pursuit of bubbles that glittered in their eyes
and danced before them; but often when they thought themselves within the reach of them, their footing failed and down they sunk. In this confusion of objects, I observed some with scimitars
in their hands, and others with urinals, who ran to and fro upon the bridge, thrusting several persons on trap-doors which did not seem to lie in their
way, and which they might have escaped had they not been thus forced upon them. B!.684 d
* The genius seeing me indulge myself on this melancholy prospect, told me I had dwelt long enough upon it. " Take thine eyes off the bridge, ' said he, 6 and tell me if thou yet seest any thing thou dost not comprehend.” Upon looking up, “ what mean,” said I, " those great flights of birds that are perpetually hovering about the bridge, and settling upon it from time to time? I see vultures, harpies, ravens, cornorants, and among many other feathered creatures several little winged boys, that perch' in great numbers upon the middle arches." « These," said the genius, " are Envy, Avarice, Superstition, Despair, Love, with the like cares and passions that infest human life.
* I here fetched a deep sigh. “ Alas,” said I, was made in vain! how is he given away to misery and mortality! tortured in life, and swallowed up in death!" The genius being moved with compassion towards nie, bid me quit so uncomfortable a prospect. “ Look no more,” said be,“ on man in the first stage of his existence, in his setting out for eternity; but cast thine eye on that thick mist into which the tide bears the several enerations of mortals that fall into it. I directed my sight as I was ordered, and whether or no the good genius strengthened it with any supernatural force, or dissipated part of the mist that was before too thick for the eye to penetrate) I saw the valley opening at the farther end, and spreading forth into an immense ocean, that had a huge rock of adamant running through the midst of it, and dividing it into two equal parts. The clouds still reșted on one half of it, insomuch that I could discover nothing in it: but the other appeared to me a vast ocean planted with innumerable islands, that were covered with fruits and flowers, and interwoven with a thousand little shining seas that ran among them. I could see persons dressed in glorious habits with garlands upon their heads, passing among the trees, lying down by the sides of fountains, or resting on beds of flowers; and could hear a confused harmony of singing birds, falling waters, human voices, and musical instruinents. Gladness
the discovery of so delightful a scene. I wished for the wings of an eagle, that I might fly away to those happy seals ; but the genius told me there was no passage to them, except through the gates of death that I saw opening every moment upon the bridge. “The islands," said he,“ that lie so fresh and green before thee, and with which the whole face of the ocean appears spotted as far as thou canst see, are more in pumber than the sands on the sea-shore; there are myriads of islands behind those which thou here discoverest, reaching farther than thine eye, or even thine imagination can extend itself. These are the mansions of good men after death, who according to the degree and kinds of virtue in which they excelled, are distributed among these several islands, which abound with pleasures of different kinds and degrees, suitable to the relishes and perfections of those who are settled in them; every island is a paradise accommodated to its respective inhabitants. Are not these, O Mirza, habitations worth contendmg for? Does life appear miserable, that gives thee opportunities of earning such a reward? Is death to be feared, that will convey thee to so happy an existence? Think not man was made in vain, who has such an eternity reserved for him.” I gazed with inexpressible pleasure on these happy islands.
At length, said I, shew me now, I beseech thee, the secrets that lie bid under those dark clouds which cover the ocean on the other side of the rock of adamant. The genius making me no answer, I turned me about to address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating: but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing but the long hollow valley of Bagdat, with oxen, sheep, and cainels, grazing upon the sides of it.' C.
The End of the first Vision of Mirzu.
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 3, 1711.
- Cui mens divinior, atque os
HOR. I Sat. iv. 43.
THERE is no character more frequently given to a writer, than that of being a genius. I have heard many a little sonnetteer called a fine genius. There is not an heroic scribbler in the nation, that has not his admirers who think him a great genius; and as for your sinatterers in tragedy, there is scarce a man among them who is not cried up by one or other for a prodigious genius.
My design in this paper is to consider what is properly a great genius, and to throw some thoughts together on so uncommon a subject.