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• The sabre of the Sultaun in its sheath Others opined that through the realms Too long has slept, nor own'd the a dole work of death;

Be made to holy men, whose prayers Letthe Tambourgi bid his signal rattle, might profit Bang the loud gong, and raise the The Sultaun's weal in body and in shout of battle!

soul. This dreary cloud that dims our sover But their long-headed chief, the eigi's day

Sheik Ul-Sofit, Shall from his kindled bosom flit away, | More closely touch'd the point:—Thy When the bold Lootie wheels his

studious mood, courser round,

Quoth he, O Prince ! hath thicken'il And the arm'd elephant shall shake all thy blood, the ground.

And dull'd thy brain with labour Each noble pants to own the glorious beyond measure; summons;

Wherefore relax a space and take thy And for the charges-lo! your faith

pleasure, ful Commons!'

And toy with beauty, or tell o'er thy The Riots who attended in their places treasure; (Serendib language calls a farmer From all the cares of state, my Liege, Riot)

enlarge thee, Look`d ruefully in one another's faces, And leave the burden to thy faithful From this oration auguring much clergy.

disquiet, Double assessment, forage, and free quarters;

These counsels sage availèd not a And, fearing these as Chinamen the whit, Tartars,

And so the patient (as is not unOr as the whisker'd vermin fear the mousers,

Where grave physicians lose their Each fumbled in the pocket of his time and wit) trousers.

Resolved to take advice of an old

woman; And next came forth the reverend His mother she, a dame who once Convocation,

was beauteous, Bald heads, white beards, and many And still was called so by each subject a turban green,

duteous. Imaum and Mollah there of every Now, whether Fatima was witch in station,

carnest, Santon, Fakir, and Calendar were Or only made believe, I cannot

say; Their votes were various: some ad But she profess'd to cure disease the vised a Mosque

sternest With fitting revenues should be By dint of magic amulet or lay; crected,

And, when all other skill in vain was With seemly gardens and with gay shown, Kiosque,

She deem'd it fitting time to use her Torecreate a band ofpriests selected;









"Was callid The Happy many ages

since Sympathia magica hath wonders

For Mokha, Rais.' And they came done' (Thus did old Fatima bespeak her son), But not in Araby, with all her balm,

safely thither. • It works upon the fibres and the pores, Not where Judea weeps beneath her And thus, insensibly, our health re

palm, stores, And it must help us here. Thou must

Not in rich Egypt, not in Nubian

waste, endure

Could there the step of happiness be The ill, my son, or travel for the cure.

traced. Search land and sea, and get, where'er One Copt alone profess'd to have seen

you can, The inmost vesture of a happy man,- When Bruce his goblet fill'd at infant

her smile, I mean his shirt, my son; which, taken

Nile : And fresh from off his back, shall chase She bless’d the dauntless traveller as

he quaff’d, your harm,

But vanish'd from him with the ended Bid every current of your veins rejoice,

draught. And your dull heart leap light as

shepherd-boy's.' Such was the counsel from his mother | Enough of turbans,' said the weary came;

King, I know notifshe had some under-game, These dolimans of ours are not the As Doctors have, who bid their

thing; patients roam

Try we the Giaours, these men of And live abroad, when sure to die at

coat and cap, I home;

Incline to think some of them must be Or if she thought, that, somehow or

happy; another,

At least, they have as fair a cause as Queen-Regent sounded better than

any can, Queen-Mother;

They drink good wine and keep no But, says the Chronicle (who will, go

Ramazan. look it),

Then northward, ho!' The vessel That such was her advice. The Sultaun

cuts the sea, took it.

And fair Italia lies upon her lee.

But fair Italia, she who once unfurl'd All are on board—the Sultaun and his Her eagle banners o'er a conquer'd

world, train,

Long from her throne of domination In gilded galley prompt to plough the main.

tumbled, The old Rais 1 was the first who

Lay, by her quondam vassals, sorely

humbled; questioned, 'Whither?' They paused: * Arabia,' thought the

The Pope himself look'd pensive, pale, pensive Prince,

and lean, And was not half the man he once had



1 Master of the vessel.



• While these the priest and those the A loud voice mustered up, for' l'ivele noble fleeces,

Roi!' Our poor old boot?,' they said, 'is torn Then whisper'd, “'Aveyouany news to pieces.

of Nappy?' Its tops "the vengeful claws of Austria The Sultaun answer'd him with a cross fcel,

, And the Great Devil is rending toe

Pray, can you tell me aught of and heel,

one John Bull, If happiness you seek, to tell you That dwells somewhere beyond truly,

your herring-pool ?' Wethink she dwells with one Giovanni The query seem’d of difficult digestion, Bulli;

The party shrugg'd, and grinn'd, and A tramontane, a heretic,—the buck,

took his snuff, Poffaredio ! still has all the luck ; And found his whole good-breeding By land or occan never strikes his scarce enough.

flagAnd then-a perfect walking money. bag.'

Twitching his visage into as many Off set our Prince to seek John Bull's

puckers abode,

; As damsels wont to put into their But first took France-it lay upon the

tuckers road.

(Ere liberal Fashion damn'd both lace

and lawn,

And bade the veil of modesty be drawn, Monsieur Baboon, after much late Replied the Frenchman, after a brief commotion,

pause, Was agitated like a settling ocean, Jean Bool!-I vas not know himQuite out of sorts, and could not tell

Yes, I vaswhat ail'd him,

I vas remember dat, von year or two, Only the glory of his house had fail'd! I saw him at von place call’d Vaterloo him;

Ma foi ! il s'est tres joliment battu, Besides, some tumours on his noddle' Dat is for Englishman,--m'entendezbiding,

vous ? Gave indication of a recent hiding 4. ! But den he had wit him one damn sonOur Prince, though Sultauns of such

gun, things are heedless,

Rogue I no likc-dey call him Vel. Thought it a thing indelicate and need lington.' less

: Monsieur's politeness could not hide To ask, if at that moment he was his fret, happy.

So Solimaun took leave, and cross'il And Monsieur, secing that he was

the strait. comme il faut,


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1 The well-known resemblance of Italy in the map. 2 Florence, Venice, &c.

3 The Calabrias, infestel luy hands of assassins. One of the leasiers was called Fra Diavole, i.e. Brother Devil. * Or rubling; so called in the Slang Dictionary:

John Bull was in his very worst of

moods, Raving of sterile farms and unsoll goods;


you well.'

His sugar-loaves and bales about he . In that case, signior, I may take my threw,

leave; And on his counter beat the devil's I came to ask a favour-but I grieve'tattoo.


Favour ?' said John, and eyed the His wars were ended, and the victory Sultaun hard, won,

• It's my belief you come to break the But then, 'twas reckoning-day with yard !honest John;

But, stay, you look like some poor And authors vouch, 'twas still this foreign sinner,Worthy's way,

Take that to buy yourself a shirt and • Never to grumble till he came to dinner.' pay ;

With that he chuck'd a guinea at And then he always thinks, his tem

his head; per's such,

But, with due dignity, the Sultaun said, The work too little, and the pay too Permit me, sir, your bounty to decline; much ?'

A shirt indeed I seck, but none of thine. Yet, grumbler as he is, so kind and Signior, I kiss your hands, so fare

hearty, That when his mortal foe was on the • Kiss and be d-d,' quoth John, and floor,

go to hell ! And past the power to harm his quiet more,

XVII. Poor John had wellnigh wept for Next door to John there dwelt his Bonaparte !

sister Peg, Such was the wight whom Solimaun Once a wild lass as ever shook a leg salaam'd,

When the blithe bagpipe blew—but, * And who are you,' John answer'd,

soberer now, and be d-d?'

She doucely span her flax and milk'd

her cow. ' A stranger, come to see the happiest | And whereas erst she was a necdy


Nor now of wealth or cleanliness a So, signior, all avouch-in Frangistan?

pattern, * Happy? my tenants breaking on my

Yet once a month her house was hand;

partly swept, Unstock'd iny pastures, and untilld And once a week a plenteous board

she kept. my land; Sugar and rum a drug, and mice and And whereas, eke, the vixen used her

claws moths The sole consumers of my good broad

And teeth, of yore, on slender cloths

provocation, Happy?-Why, cursed and

She now wasgrown amenable to laws, racking tax




A quiet soul as any in the nation; Have left us scarcely raiment to our

The sole remembrance of her warlike backs.'


Was in old songs she sang to please 1 See · The True Born Englishman," by Daniel De

2 Europe.

her boys.



John Bull, whom, in their years of : Until the Sultaun strain d his princely early strife,

throttle, She wont to lead a cat-and-doggish And hollo'd, 'Ma'am, that is not life,

what I ail. Now found the woman, as he said, Pray, are you happy, ma'am, in this a neighbour,

snug glen ?' Who look'd to the main chance, Happy?' said Peg; 'what for d'ye declined no labour,

want to ken ? Loved a long grace, and spoke a Besides, just think upon this bygane northern jargon,

year, And was d-d close in making of a Grain wadna pay the yoking of the bargain.

pleugh.' What say you to the present ?'

• Meal's sac dear, The Sultaun enter'd, and he made his To mak' their brose my bairns have leg,

scarce aneugh.' And with decorum curtsey'd sister Peg The devil take the shirt,' said (She loved a book, and knew a thing Solimaun, or two,

I think my quest will end as it And guess'd at once with whom she began. had to do'.

Farewell, ma'am; nay, no ceremony, She bade him “Sit into the fire,' and

I beg: took

"Ye'll no be for the linen then?' said Her dram, her cake, her kebbuck from Peg.

the nook; Ask'd him about the news from Eastern parts ;

Now for the land of verdant Erin And of her absent bairns, puir | The Sultaun's royal bark is steering, Highland hearts !

The Emerald Isle, where honest If peace brought down the price of Paddy dwells, tea and pepper,

The cousin of John Bull, as story tells. And if the nitmugs were grown ony | For a long space had John, with cheaper ;

words of thunder, Were there nae speerings of our Hard looks, and harder knocks, kept Mungo Park

Paddy under, Ye'll be the gentleman that wants Till the poor lad, like boy that's nogg'd the sark?

unduly, If ye wad buy a web o' auld wife's | Had gotten somewhat restive and spinnin',

unruly. I'll warrant ye it's a weel-wearing Hard was his lot and lodging, you 'll linen!'

allow, A wigwam that would hardly serve

a sow; Then up got Peg, and round the His landlord, and of middle-men two house 'gan scuttle

brace, In search of goods her customer | Had screw'd his rent up to the to nail,




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