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in a foreign land to the alternative of apos tasy or persecution in their own. It was impossible, he added, not to feel interested in the many glo rious but unsuccessful struggles, which had been made by these original natives of Persia to cast off the yoke of their bigoted conquerors. Like their own Fire in the Burning Field at Bakou*, when suppressed in one place, they had but broken out with fresh flame in another; and, as a native of Cashmere, of that fair and Holy Yalley, which had in the same manner become the prey of strangers, and seen her ancient shrines and native princes swept away before the march of her intole rant invaders, he felt a sympathy, he owned, with the sufferings of the persecuted Ghebers, which every monument like this before them but tended more powerfully to awaken.

It was the first time that FERAMORZ had ever ventured upon so much prose before FADLADEEN, and it may easily be conceived what effect such prose as this must have produced upon that most orthodox and most pagan-hating personage. He

*The << Agar ardens » described by Kempfer, Amanitat. Exot.

sat for some minutes aghast, ejaculating only at intervals Bigoted conquerors!-sympathy with Fire-worshippers!»-while FERAMORZ, happy to take advantage of this almost speechless horror of the Chamberlain, proceeded to say that he knew a melancholy story, connected with the events of one of those brave struggles of the Fire-worshippers of Persia against their Arab masters, which, if the evening was not too far advanced, he should have much pleasure in being allowed to relate to the Princess. It was impossible for LALLA ROOKH to refuse; he had never before looked half so animated, and when he spoke of the Holy Valley his eyes had sparkled, she thought, like the talismanic characters on the scimitar of Solomon. Her consent was therefore most readily granted, and while FADLADEEN sat in unspeakable dismay, expecting treason and abomination in every line, the poet thus began his story of the Fire-worshippers:

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Tis moonlight over OMAN's Sea;

Her banks of pearl and palmy isles.
Bask in the night-beam beauteously,

And her blue waters sleep in smiles.
'Tis moonlight in HARMOZIA'S† walls,
And through her EMIR's porphyry halls,
Where, some hours since, was heard the swell
Of trumpet and the clash of zel, S
Bidding the bright-eyed sun farewel;
The peaceful sun, whom better suits
The music of the bulbul's nest,
Or the light touch of lovers' lutes,
To sing him to his golden rest!
All hush'd- there's not a breeze in motion;
The shore is silent as the ocean.

If zephyrs come, so light they come,

Nor leaf is stirr❜d nor wave is driven;

*The Persian Gulf, sometimes so called, which separates the shores of Persia and Arabia.

+ The present Gombaroon, a town on the Persian side of the Gulf.

SA Moorish instrument of music.

Porphyry hard stone of different shades Roses antics

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The wind-tower on the EMIR'S dome*

Can hardly win a breath from heaven.
Ev'n he, that tyrant Arab, sleeps

Calm, while a nation round him weeps;
While curses load the air he breathes,
And falchions from unnumber'd sheaths
Are starting to avenge the shame
His race hath brought on IRAN'S† name.
Hard, heartless Chief, unmov'd alike
Mid eyes that weep and swords that strike;
One of that saintly, murderous brood,
To carnage and the Koran given,
Who think through unbelievers' blood
Lies their directest path to heaven.
One, who will pause and kneel unshod
In the warm blood his hand hath pour'd,
To mutter o'er some text of God

Engraven on his reeking sword; §

* « At Gombaroon and other places in Persia, they have towers for the purpose of catching the wind, and cooling the houses.»-- Le Bruyn.

<< Iran is the true general name for the empire of Persia. » Asiat. Res. Disc. 5.

§ « On the blades of their scimitars some verse from the Koran is usually inscribed. » - Russel.

Nay, who can coolly note the line,
The letter of those words divine,

To which his blade, with searching art,
Had sunk into its victim's heart!

Just ALLA! what must be thy look,

When such a wretch before thee stands Unblushing, with thy Sacred Book,Turning the leaves with blood-stain❜d hands, And wresting from its page sublime

His creed of lust and hate and crime?

Ey'n as those bees of TREBIZOND,

Which from the sunniest flowers that glad With their pure smile the gardens round, Draw venom forth that drives men mad!*

Never did fierce ARABIA send

A satrap forth more direly great;

Never was IRAN doom'd to bend

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Beneath a yoke of deadlier. weight.

Her throne had fall'n her pride was crush'dHer sons were willing slaves, nor blush'd,

* << There is a kind of Rhododendros about Trebizond, whose flowers the bee feeds upon, and the honey thence drives people mad. » —- Tournefort.