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tic. Minister Tam and Mary Ogilvy approach near thor, female at least, whom he had ever seen and to the happiest efforts of Galt. The characters and the long list he had encountered with; simple, fui incidents are alike natural and striking. The same of humour, and exceedingly ready at repartée; und year our author conciliated the evangelical dissenters all this without the least affectation of the blue by an interesting religious compilation-Travels and stocking.' This is high praise; but the readers of Researches of Eminent English Missionaries; includ- Miss Ferrier's novels will at once recognise it as ing a Historical Sketch of the Progress and Present characteristic, and exactly what they would have State of the Principal Protestant Missions of late Years. anticipated. This lady is a Scottish Miss EdgeIn 1831 Mr Picken issued The Club-Book, a collec- worth-of a lively, practical, penetrating cast of tion of original tales by different authors. Mr James, mind; skilful in depicting character and seizing Tyrone Power, Galt, Mr Moir, James Hogg, Mr upon national peculiarities; caustic in her wit and Jerdan, and Allan Cunningham, contributed each a humour, with a quick sense of the ludicrous; and story, and the editor himself added two-The Deer desirous of inculcating sound morality and attention Stalkers, and the Three Kearneys. His next work to the courtesies and charities of life. In some paswas Traditionary Stories of Old Families, the first sages, indeed, she evinces a deep religious feeling. part of a series which was to embrace the legendary approaching to the evangelical views of Hannali history of England, Scotland, and Ireland. Such a More; but the general strain of her writing relates work might be rendered highly interesting and po- to the foibles and oddities of mankind, and no one pular, for almost every old family has some tradi. has drawn them with greater breadth of comic botionary lore-some tale of love, or war, or supersti-mour or effect. Her scenes often resemble the strle tion—that is handed down from generation to gene of our best old comedies, and she may boast, like ration. Mr Picken now applied himself to another | Foote, of adding many new and original characters Scottish novel, The Black Watch (the original name to the stock of our comic literature. Her first work of the gallant 42d regiment); and he had just com- is a complete gallery of this kind. The plot is very pleted this work when he was struck with an at- | inartificial; but after the first twenty pages, #ben tack of apoplexy, which in a fortnight proved fatal. Douglas conducts his pampered and selfish Lady He died on the 23d of November 1833. Mr Picken, Juliana to Glenfern castle, the interest never flags. according to one of his friends, 'was the dominie of The three maiden aunts at Glenfern- Bliss Jacky, his own tales-simple, affectionate, retiring; dwell- / who was all over sense, the universal manager and ing apart from the world, and blending in all his detected, Miss Grizzy, the letter-writer, and Miss views of it the gentle and tender feelings reflected Nicky, who was not wanting for sense either, from his own mind.'
are an inimitable family group. Mrs Violet Mar shake, the last remaining branch of the noble race
of Girnachgowl, is a representative of the old hard. MISS PERRIER.
featured, close-handed, proud, yet kind-hearted This lady is authoress of Marriage, published in Scottish matron, vigorous and sarcastic at the age 1818, The Inheritance, ' 1824, and Destiny, or the of ninety, and despising all modern manners and Chief's Daughter, 1831—all novels in three volumes innovations. Then there is the sentimental Mrs each. We learn from Mr Lockhart's Life of Scott, Gaffaw, who had weak nerves and headaches; was that Miss Ferrier is daughter of James Ferrier, Esq., above managing her house, read novels, dred rib‘one of Sir Walter's brethren of the clerk's table;' | bons, and altered her gowns according to every patand the great novelist, at the conclusion of the Tales tern she could see or hear of. There is a shade of of My Landlord, alluded to his sister shadow,' the caricature in some of these female portraits, not. author of the very lively work entitled Marriage,' withstanding the explanation of the authoress that as one of the labourers capable of gathering in the they lived at a time when Scotland was very diffelarge harvest of Scottish character and fiction. * In rent from what it is now-when female education his private diary he has also mentioned Miss Ferrier was little attended to even in families of the highest as 'a gifted personage, having, besides her great | rank; and consequently the ladies of those dars talents, conversation the least exigeante of any au- | possessed a raciness in their manners and ideas that
we should vainly seek for in this age of cultiration * In describing the melancholy situation of Sir Walter the and refinement. It is not only, however, in satirising year before his death, Mr Lockhart introduces Miss Ferrier in the foibles of her own sex that Miss Ferrier displars à very amiable light. To assist them (the family of Scott) in such original talent and humour. Dr Redgill, a amusing him in the hours which he spent out of his study, and medical hanger-on and diner-out, is a gourmand of especially that he might be tempted to make those hours more the first place who looks upon bad dinners to
the first class, who looks upon bad dinners to be the frequent, his daughters had invited his friend the authoress of " Marriage" to come out to Abbotsford ; and her coming was
source of much of the misery we hear of in the serviceable: for she knew and loved him well, and she had
married life, and who compares a woman's reputa.
| tion to a beefsteak-*if once breathed upon, 'tis seen enough of affliction akin to his to be well skilled in dealing with it. She could not be an hour in his company without for nothing.' Many sly satirical touches occur throughobserving what filled his children with more sorrow than all out the work. In one of Miss Grizzy's letters we liear the regt of the case. He would begin a story as gaily as ever. I of a Major MacTavish of the militia, who, indenen. and go on, in spite of the hesitation in his speech, to tell it with dent of his rank, which Grizzy thought was very highly picturesque effect, but before he reached the point, it high, distinguished himself, and showed the greatest would seem as if some internal spring had given way; he bravery once when there was a very serious rii paused, and gazed round him with the blank anxiety of look about the raising the potatoes a penny a peck, when that a blind man has when he has dropped his staff. Unthink there was no occasion for it, in the town of Dunoon. ing friends sometimes pained him sadly by giving him the We are told also that country visits should seldet catch-word abruptly. I noticed the delicacy of Miss Ferrier
exceed three days—the rest day, the dressed day, and on such occasions. Her sight was bad, and she took care not
the pressed day. There is a great shrewdness and to use her glasses when he was speaking; and she affected to
knowledge of human nature in the manner in which be also troubled with deafness, and would say, "Well, I am getting as dull as a post; I have not heard a word since you
the three aunts got over their sorrow for the death said so and so," being sure to mention & circumstance behind 01 their father, the old laird. "They sighei 2011 that at which he had really halted. He then took up the thread mourned for a time, but soon found occupation Cun. with his habitual smile of courtesy, as if forgetting his case genial to their nature in the little department of entirely in the consideration of the lady's infirmity.'
| life: dressing crape ; reviving black silk; converting
narrow hems into broad hems; and, in short, who Impruvements!' turning sharply round upon her; so busy, so important, as the ladies of Glenfern ?' 'what ken ye about inipruvements, bairn? A bonny The most striking picture in the book is that of impruvement, or ens no, to see tyleyors and sclaters the Mrs Violet MacShake, who is introduced as liv. | leavin' whar I mind jewks and yerls. An' that great ing in a lofty lodging in the Old Town of Edinburgh, glowerin' New Toon there,' pointing out of her winwhere she is visited by her grand-nephew Mr Dougdows, 'whar I used to sit an' luck oot at bonny green las, and his niece Mary. In person she is tall and parks, an' see the coos milket, and the bits o' bairnies hard-favoured, and dressed in an antiquated style :- rowin' an' tumlin', an' the lasses trampin' i' their
tubs what see I noo but stane au' lime, an' stoor As soon as she recognised Mr Dougla:, she welcom
an' dirt, an' idle cheels an' dinkit oot madams praned him with much cordiality, shook him long and
cin'. Impruvements indeed ! heartily by the hand, patted him on the back, looked |
| Mary found she was not likely to advance her into his face with much seeming satisfaction ; and,
uncle's fortune by the judiciousness of her remarks, in short, gave all the demonstrations of gladness
therefore prudently resolved to hazard no more. Mr usual with gentlewomen of a certain age. Her
Douglas, who was more au fait to the prejudices of pleasure, however, appeared to be rather an in
old age, and who was always amused with her bitter promptu than a habitual feeling; for, as the sur
remarks, when they did not touch himself, encouraged prise wore off, her visage resumed its harsh and sar
her to continue the conversation by some observation castic expression, and she seemed eager to efface any
on the prevailing manners. agreeable impression her reception night have ex
'Mainers !' repeated she with a contemptuous cited.
laugh; what ca' ye mainers nou, for I dinna ken ? And wha thought o' seein' ye enoo? said she in a
Tilk ane gang bang intill their neebor's hoos, an' quick gabbling voice; “what's brought you to the
| bang oot o't, as it war a chynge-hoos; an'as for the toon! Are you come to spend your honest faither's sil
maister o't, he's no o' sae muckle vaalu as the flunky ler ere he's weel cauld in his grave, puir man?
ahint his chyre. l'iny grandfaither's time, as I hae Mr Douglas explained that it was upon account of
heard him tell, ilka maister o' a family had his ain his niece's health.
sate in his ain hoos; ay! an' sat wi' his hat on his * Health!' repeated she with a sardonic smile, it
heed afore the best o' the land, an' had his ain dish, wad mak an ool laugh to hear the wark that's made
au' was ay helpit first, an keepit up his owthority as aboot young fowk's health noo-a-days. I wonder
a man sude du. Paurents war paurents than-bairns what ye’re a' made o', grasping Mary's arm in her
dardna set up their gabs afore thein than as they du great bony hand-'a wheen puir feckless windle.
noo. They ne'er presumed to say their, heeds war straes—ye maun awa to Ingland for your healths.
their ain i' thae days-wife an' servants, reteeners Set ye up! I wonder what can o' the lasses i' my
an' childer, a' trummelt i' the presence o' their time thać butel to bide at hame? And whilk o' ye,
heed.' I sude like to ken, 'll e'er leire to see ninety-sax, like
Here a long pinch of snuff caused a pause in the me. Health! he, he!
old lady's harangue. Mary, glad of a pretence to indulge the mirth the
Mr Douglas availed himself of the opportunity to old lady's manner and appearance had excited, joined
rise and take leave. most heartily in the laugh.
Oo, what's takin' ye awa, Archie, in sic a hurry? "Tak aff yere bannet, bairn, an' let me see your / Sit doon there.' laying her hand upon his arm, an' face; wha can tell what like ye are wi' that snule o'
rest ye, an' tak a glass o'wine an' a bit breed ; or a thing on your head !' Then after taking an accurate
maybe,' turning to Mary, 'ye wad rather hae a drap survey of her face, she pushed aside her pelisse
broth to warm ye? What gars ye look sae blae, bairn? "Weel, its ae mercy I see ye hae neither the red I'm sure it's no cauld: but ye're just like the lave : ve heed nor the muckle cuits o' the Douglases. I kenna
gang a' skiltin' about the streets balf naked, an' whuther your faither has them or no. I ne'er set een
ihan ye maun sit an' birsle yoursels afore the fire at on him : neither him nor his braw leddy thought it
hame. worik their while to speer after me; but I was at nae
She had now shuffled along to the further end of loss, by a' accounts. You have not asked after any of your Glenfern
the room, and opening a press, took out wine and a
plateful of various-shaped articles of bread, which she friends,' said Mr Douglas, hoping to touch a more
handed to Mary. sympathetic chord.
Hae, bairn—tak a cookie-tak it up—what are l'ime eneugh-wull ye let me draw my breath,
you feared for! it'll no bite ye. Here's t'ye, Glenfern, man-fowk canna say awthing at ance. An' ye bute to hae an Inglish wife tu, a Scotch lass wadna ser'
an' your wife an' your wean; puir tead, it's no had a
very chancy ootset, weel a wat.' ye. An' yere wean, l’se warran' its ane o' the warld's
The wine being drank, and the cookies discussed, wonders—it's been unca lang o' comin'-he, he!'
Mr Douglas made another attempt to withdraw, but 'He has begun life under very melancholy auspices, lin pain poor fellow!' said Mr Douglas, in allusion to his l Canna ve sit still a wee, man, an' let me speer father's death.
after my auld freens at Glenfern? Hoo's Grizzy, An' wha's faut was that! I ne'er heard tell of the
an’ Jacky, an' Nicky ?-aye workin' awa at the peels like o't, to hae the bairn kirsened an’ its grandfaither
| an' the drogs--he, he! I ne'er swallowed a peel nor deein'! But fowk are naither born, nor kirsened,
1: gied a doit for drogs a' my days, an' see an ony o' nor do they wad or dee as they used to du--awthing's them
thing's them 'll rin a race wi' me whan they're naur five changed.' You must, indeed, have witnessed many changes?'
Mr Douglas here paid some compliments upon her observed Mr Douglas, rather at a loss how to utter
appearance, which were pretty graciously received ; anything of a conciliatory nature.
and added that he was the bearer of a letter from his Changes !--weel a wat I sometimes wunder if it's
aunt Grizzy, which he would send along with a roethe same warld, an’ if it's my ain heed that's upon
buck and brace of moor-game. tay shoothers.'
Gin your roebuck's nae better than your last, * But with these changes you must also have seen
atweel it's no worth the sendin': poor dry fissinless many improvements ? said Mary in a tone of diffi
dirt, no worth the chowin'; weel a wat i begrudged dence.
my teeth on't. Your muirfowl war nae that ill, but ? Behoved. | they're no worth the carryin'; they're doug cheap i'
the market enoo, so it's nae great compliment. Gin is an admirable character, though no very prepos ye had brought me a leg o' gude mutton, or a cauler sessing specimen of the country pastor, and, whether sawmont, there would hae been some sense in't ; but in his single or married state, is sufficiently amusing, ye're ane o' the fowk that'll ne'er harry yoursell wi' | Edith, the heroine, is a sweet and gentle creation, your presents ; it's but the pickle powther they cost and there is strong feeling and passion in some of yo, an' l'se warran' ye're thinkin' mair o' your ain the scenes. In the case of masculine intellects, like dirersion than o' my stamick whan ye're at the those of the authoress of Marriage' and the great shootin' o' them, puir beasts.'
Irish novelist, the progress of years seems to impart Mr Douglas had borne the various indignities greater softness and sensibility, and call forth all the levelled against himself and his family with a phi gentler affections. losophy that had no parallel in his life before, but to this attack upon his game he was not proof. His
JAMES MORIER. colour rose, his eyes flashed fire, and something resembling an oath burst from his lips as he strode MR JAMES MORIER, author of a Journey through indignantly towards the door.
Persia, and sometime secretary of embassy to the His friend, however, was too nimble for him. She court of Persia, has embodied his knowledge of the stepped before him, and, breaking into a discordant laugh as she patted him on the back, “So I see ye're just the auld man, Archie-aye ready to tak' the strums an ye dinna get a' thing your ain wye. Mony a time I had to fleech ye oot o' the dorts when ye was a callant. Do ye mind hoo ye was affronted because I set ye doon to a cauld pigeon-pye an' a tanker o' tippenny ae night to your fowerhoors afore some leddies—he, he, he! Weel a wat yere wife maun hae her ain adoos to manage ye, for ye're a cumstairy chield, Archie.'
Mr Douglas still looked as if he was irresolute whether to laugh or be angry.
Come, come, sit ye doon there till I speak to this bairn,' said she, as she pulled Mary into an adjoining bed-chamber, which wore the same aspect of chilly neatness as the one they had quitted. Then pulling 2 huge bunch of keys from her pocket, she opened a drawer, out of which she took a pair of diamond earrings. Hae, bairn,' said she, as she stuffed them into Mary's hand; they belanged to your faither's grandmother. She was a gude woman, an' had fouran’-twenty sons an' dochters, an' I wuss ye nae waur fortin than just to hae as mony. But mind ye,' with a shake of her bony finger, they maun a' be Scots. Gin I thought ye wad mairry ony pock-puddin', fient haed wad ye hae gotten frae me. Noo had your tongue, and dinna deive me wi’ thanks,' almost pushing her into the parlour again ; and sin ye're gawn awa' the morn, I'll see nae mair o' ye enoo-so fare ye weel. But, Archie, ye maun come an' tak your breakfast wil me. I hae muckle to say to you ; but ye mauna be sae hard upon my baps as ve used to be.'
Wed with a facetious grin to her mollified favourite as they shook hands and parted.
Aware, perhaps, of the defective outline or story East in a series of novels—The Adventures of Hajj of her first novel, Miss Ferrier has bestowed much | Baba of Ispahan, three volumés, 1824 (with a more pains on the construction of the “ Inheritance.' second part published in two volumes in 1828); It is too complicated for an analysis in this place; Zohrab, the Hostage, three volumes, 1832; Ageska, but we may mention that it is connected with high the Maid of Kars, three volumes, 1834; and the life and a wide range of characters, the heroine being Mirza, three volumes, 1841. The object of his first a young lady born in France, and heiress to a splen- work was, he says, the single idea of illustrating did estate and peerage in Scotland, to which, after Eastern manners by contrast with those of England, various adventures and reverses, she finally suc- and the author evinces a minute and familiar acceeds. The tale is well arranged and developed. quaintance with the habits and customs of the Per; Its chief attraction, however, consists in the deli- sians. The truth of his satirical descriptions and neation of characters. Uncle Adam and Miss Pratt allusions was felt even by the court of Persia; for --the former a touchy, sensitive, rich East Indian, | Mr Morier has published a letter from a minister of and the latter another of Miss Ferrier's inimitable state in that country, expressing the displeasure old maids-are among the best of the portraits; but which the king felt at the very foolisin business of
the canvass is full of happy and striking sketches. the book. It is probable, however, as the author i Destiny' is connected with Highland scenery and supposes, that this irritation may lead to reflection, Vi Highland manners, but is far from romantic. Miss and reflection to amendinent, as he conceives the
Ferrier is as human and as discerning in her tastes Persians to be, in talent and natural capacity, equal and researches as Miss Edgeworth. The chief, to any nation in the world, and would be no less on Glenroy, is proud and irascible, spoiled by the fawn a level with them in feeling, honesty, and the higher ing of his inferiors, and in his family circle is gene- moral qualities, were their education favoura rous without kindness, and profuse without benevo- | The hero of Mr Morier's tale is an adventurer la lence. The Highland minister, Mr Duncan MacDow, I Gil Blas, and as much buffeted about in the world
He is the son of a barber of Ispahan, and is suc-mitted to rise, and around whose majestic mouncessively one of a band of Turcomans, a menial ser- tains, some clad in eternal snows, others in eternal vant, a pupil of the physician-royal of Persia, an verdure, the stars and the moon are allowed to attendant on the chief executioner, a religious gambol and carouse! What! is it so fallen, so devotee, and a seller of tobacco-pipes in Constan- | degraded, as to be swayed by two obscure mortals, tinople. Having by stratagem espoused a rich living in regions that know not the warmth of the Turkish widow, he becomes an official to the Shah; sun? Two swine-eating infidels, shaven, impure, and on his further distinguishing himself for his walkers on foot, and who, by way of state, travel knowledge of the Europeans, he is appointed secre in dirty coaches filled with straw i This seemed to tary to the mission of Mirzah Firouz, and accom us a greater miracle in government than even that panies the Persian ambassador to the court of Eng of Beg Ian, the plaiter of whips, who governed the land. In the course of his multiplied adventures, Turcomans and the countries of Samarcand and misfortunes, and escapes, the volatile unprincipled Bokhara, leading a life more like a beggar than a Hajji mixes with all classes, and is much in Tehran, potentate." Koordistan, Georgia, Bagdad, Constantinople, &c. •Zohrab' is a historical novel, of the time of Aga The work soon became popular. “The novelty of | Mohammed Shah, a famous Persian prince, described the style,' says Sir Walter Scott, which was at once by Sir John Malcolm as having taught the Russians perceived to be genuine oriental by such internal to beat the French by making a desert before the evidence as establishes the value of real old China- line of the invader's march, and thus leaving the the gay and glowing descriptions of Eastern state enemy master of only so much ground as his cannon and pageantry--the character of the poetry occa could command. This celebrated Shah is the real sionally introduced-secured a merited welcome for hero of the tale, though the honour is nominally the Persian picaroon. As a picture of oriental | awarded to Zohrab, an independent Mazanderini manners, the work had, indeed, a severe trial to chief, who falls in love with the gentle and beausustain by a comparison with the then recent ro-tiful Amima, niece of the Shah. The style of the mance of Anastasius. But the public found appe- work is light, pleasant, and animated, and it is full tite for both; and indeed they differ as comedy and of Persian life. "Ayesha, the Maid of Kars,' is intragedy, the deep passion and gloomy interest of Mr ferior to its predecessors, though certain parts (as Hope's work being of a kind entirely different from the description of the freebooter, Corah Bey, and the light and lively turn of our friend Hajji's adven- the ruins of Anni, the Spectre City, the attack on tures. The latter, with his morals sitting easy the Russian posts, the voyage to Constantinople, about him, a rogue indeed, but not a malicious one, &c.) are in the author's happiest and most graphic with as much wit and cunning as enable him to manner. In this work Mr Morier introduces & dupe others, and as much vanity as to atford them novelty- he makes an English traveller, Lord Os. perpetual means of retaliation; a sparrow - hawk, mond, fall in love with a Turkish maiden, and while who, while he floats through the air in quest of the Englishman is bearing off the Maid of Kars to the smaller game, is himself perpetually exposed Constantinople, Corah Bey intercepts them, and gets to be pounced upon by some stronger bird of prey, the lover sent off to the galleys. He is released interests and amuses us, while neither deserving nor through the intercession of the English ambassador, expecting serious regard or esteem; and like Will and carries his Eastern bride to England, Ayesha, Vizard of the hill, “the knave is our very good the heroine, turns out to be the daughter of Sir friend,” Mr Morier, however, in the episode of Edward Wortley! There are improbabilities in Yusuf, the Armenian, and the account of the death this story which cannot be reconciled, and the of Zeenab, has successfully entered into the arena of mixture of European costume and characters among pathetic and romantic description. The oriental the scenery and society of the East, destroys that scenes are the most valuable and original portions oriental charm which is so entire and so fascinating of “ Haiji Baba,” and possess the attraction of novelty in • Zohrab.' "The Mirza' is a series of Eastern to ordinary readers, yet the account of the constant stories, connected by an outline of fiction like embarrassment and surprise of the Persians at Eng- Moore's Lalla Rookh. In concluding this work, lish manners and customs is highly aniusing. The Mr Morier says, “I may venture to assert that the ceremonial of the dinner-table, that seemed to them East, as we have known it in oriental tales, is now "absolutely bristling with instruments of offence," fast on the change—" C'est le commencement de la blades of all sizes and descriptions, sufficient to have fin." Perhaps we have gleaned the last of the ornamented the girdles of the Shah's household, beards, and obtained an expiring glimpse of the could not but puzzle those who had been accustomed heavy caoûk and the ample shalwar ere they are simply to take everything up in their fingers. The exchanged for the hat and the spruce pantaloon. mail.coach, the variety of our furniture and accom- | How wonderful is it-how full of serious contemmodation, and other domestic observances, were plation is the fact, that the whole fabric of Mohamequally astonishing; but, above all, the want of cere- medanism should have been assailed, almost sudmonial among our statesmen and public officers sur-denly as well as simultaneously, by events which prised the embassy. The following burst of oriental nothing human could have foreseen. Barbary, wonder and extravagance succeeds to an account of Egypt, Syria, the banks of the Euphrates and a visit paid them by the chairman and deputy-chair- | Tigris, the Red Sea, Constantinople, Asia Minor, man of the East India Company, who came in a Persia, and Affghanistan, all more or less have felt hackney-coach, and, after the interview, walked the influence of European or anti-Mohammedan away upon their own legs.
agencies. Perhaps the present generation may “When they were well off, we all sat mute, only not see a new structure erected, but true it is they occasionally saying, • AllahAllah! there is but have seen its foundations laid.' one Allah !' so wonderfully astonished were we. In 1838 appeared The Banished; a Swabian HisWhat! India ? that great, that magnificent empire ! torical Tale, edited by Mr Morier. This publication
that scene of Persian conquest and Persian glory! caused some disappointment, as the name of the - the land of elephants and precious stones, the author of Hajji Baba' excited expectations which seat of shawls and kincobs!-that paradise sung by The Banished' did not realise. The work is a poets, celebrated by historians more ancient than translation from the German, a tale of the Swabian Irán itself !-at whose boundaries the sun is per- league in the sixteenth century.
Quickly springing on my feet, and grasping my spear JAMES BAILIE FRASER.
and scimitar, which lay under my head, I love
around for the cause of alarm. Nor did it long teMR JAMES BAILIE FRASER has, like Mr Morier, | main doubtful; for, at the distance of scarce two kun described the life and manners of the Persians by dred yards, I saw a single horseman advancing. It fictitious as well as true narratives. In 1828 he tighten my girdle round my loins, to string my bou, published The Kuzzilbush, a Tale of Khorasan, three and prepare two or three arrows for use, was but the volumes, to which he afterwards added a continua- , work of a few moments; before these preparations, tion under the name of The Persian Adventurer, the however, were completed, the stranger was close as title of his first work not being generally understood: hand. Fitting an arrow to my bow, I placed mysel it was often taken, he says, for a cookery book! | upon guard, and examined him narrowly as be as The term Kuzzilbash, which is Turkish, signifies proached. He was a man of goodly stature and power Red-head, and was an appellation originally given ful frame; his countenance, hard, strongly barked, by Shah Ismael I. to seven tribes bound to defend and furnished with a thick black beard, bore testirzony their king. These tribes wore a red cap as a dis- of exposure to many a blast, but it still preserreds tinguishing mark, which afterwards became the prepossessing expression of good humour and beneromilitary head-dress of the Persian troops ; hence lence. His turban, which was formed of a casknete the word Kuzzilbash is used to express a Persian shawl, sorely tached and torn, and twisted bere ad soldier; and often, particularly among the Toorko. there with small steel chains, according to the fashisa mans and Oozbeks, is applied as a national designa- of the time, was wound around a red cloth cap that tion to the people in generiu. Mr Fraser's hero rose in four peaks high above the head. His oetuah, a relates his own adventures, which begin almost from riding coat, of crimson cloth much stained and faded, his birth ; for he is carried off while a child by a opening at the bosom, showed the links of a coat of band of Toorkoman robbers, who plunder his father's mail which he wore below; a yellow shawl formed his lands and village, situated in Khorasan, on the bor- / girdle; his huge shulwars, or riding trousers, of this ders of the great desert which stretches from the fawn-coloured Kerman woollen stuff, fell in folds over banks of the Caspian Sea to those of the river Oxus. the large red leather boots in which his legs were cased; The infant bravery of Ismael, the Kuzzilbash, inte by his side hung a crooked scimitar in a black lesebr rests Omer Khan, head of a tribe or camp of the
scabbard, and from the holsters of his saddle peeped plunderers, and he spares the child, and keeps him
out the butt-ends of a pair of pistols- Weapons of to attend on his own son Selim. In the camp of his
which I then knew not the use, any more than of the master is a beautiful girl, daughter of a Persian
matchlock which was slung at his back. He wax captive; and with this young beauty, lovely as a mounted on a powerful but jaded horse, and all
mounted on a powerful but jaded horse, and appeared of the Peris' Tamuel forms an attachment that to have already travelled far. increases with their years. These early scenes are
When this striking figure had approached within finely described; and the misfortunes of the fair
thirty yards, I called out in the Turkish language, Shireen are related with much pathos. The conse
commonly used in the country, "Whoever thou art, quences of Ismael's passion force him to flee. He
come no nearer on thy peril, or I shall salute thee assumes the dress of the Kuzzilbashi, and crossing
with this arrow from my bow!'“Why, boy,' returned the desert, joins the army of the victorious Nadir
the stranger in a deep manly voice, and speaking in Shah, and assists in recovering the holy city of
the same tongue, 'thou art a bold lad, truly: but set Mushed, the capital of Khorasan. His bravery is
| thy heart at rest, I mean thee no harm.' .lar,' to
joined I. . I am on foot. and alone. I know tbee no rewarded with honours and dignities; and after various scenes of love and war, the Kuzzilbash is
nor thy intentions. Either retire at once, or show the united to his Shireen. •Scenes of active life are
sincerity by setting thyself on equal terms with me:
dismount from thy steed, and then I fear thet bot, painted by the author with the same truth, accu
whatever be thy designs. Beware!' And so saris, racy, and picturesque effect which he displays in
drew my arrow to the head, and pointed it towards landscapes or single figures. In war, especially, he
himn. By the head of my father! cried the strange, is at home; and gives the attack, the retreat, the
*thou art an absolute youth! but I like thee well; rally, the bloody and desperate close combat, the
thy heart is stout, and thy demand is just; the sheep flight, pursuit, and massacre, with all the current of
trusts not the wolf when it meets him in the plain, a heady fight, as one who must have witnessed
nor do we acknowledge every stranger in the deert such terrors.' A brief but characteristic scene-a meeting of two
| for a friend. See,' continued he, distuounting actired,
yet with a weight that made the turf ring againwarriors in the desert - is strikingly described, li vield m
• 1 l yield my advantage; as for thy arrows, bor, I fear though the reader is probably haunted with an idea them no
them not. With that he slung a small shield, which that European thoughts and expressions mingle with
| he bore at his back, before him, as if to corer bis face, the author's narrative :
in case of treachery on my part, and leaving his horse By the time I reached the banks of this stream the where it stood, he advanced to me. gun had set, and it was necessary to seek some retreat Taught from my youth to suspect and to gier where I might pass the night and refresh myself and against treachery, I still kept a wary eye on the ti my horse without fear of discovery. Ascending the tions of the stranger. But there was something in river bed, therefore, with this intention, I soon found open though ruyged countenance and manly bear a recess where I could repose myself, surrounded by that claimed and won my confidence. Slowly : green pasture, in which my horse might feed; but as ered my hand, and relaxed the still drawn strat it would have been dangerous to let him go at large my bow, as he strode up to me with a firin composta all night, I en:ployed myself for a while in cutting step. the longest and thickest of the grass which grew on Youth,' said he, had my intentions been boetike, the banks of the stream for his night's repast, per- it is not thy arrows or thy bow, no, nor thy sword at mitting him to pasture at will until dark; and secur- spear, that could have stood thee much in stesd.! ing him then close to the spot I meant to occupy, am too old a soldier, and too well defended aca)* after a moderate meal, I commended myself to Allah, such weapons, to fear them from so young an AB and lay down to rest.
But I am neither enemy nor traitor to attack chce The loud neighing of mv horse awoke me with a unawares. I have travelled far during the past start, as the first light of dawn broke in the East. I and mean to refresh myself awhile in this species