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friend or foe-perhaps, as a vowed champion of the cross, he might rather Jave preferred the latter. He disengaged his lance from his saddle, seized it with the right hand, piaced it in rest with its point half elevated, gathered up the reins in the teft, waked his horse's mettle with the spur, and prepared to encounter the stranger with the calm self-confidence belonging to the victor in many contests.

11. The Saracen came on at the speedy gallop of an Arab horseman, managing his steed more by his limbs, and the inflection of his body, than by any use of the reins which hung loose in his left hand; so that he was enabled to wield the light, round buckler of the skin of the rhinoceros, ornamented with silver loops, which he wore on his arm, swinging it as if he meant to oppose its slender circle to the formidable thrust of the western lance. His own long spear was not couched or leveled like that of his antagonist, but grasped by the middle with his right hand, and brandished at arm's length above his head. As the cavalier approached his enemy at full career, he seemed to expect that the Knight of the Leopard would put his horse to the gallop to encouuter him.

12. But the Christian knight, well acquainted with the customs of Eastern warriors, did not mean to exhaust his good horse by any unnecessary exertion; and, on the contrary, made a dead halt, confident that if the enemy advanced to the actual shock, bis own weight, and that of his powerful charger, would give him sufficient advantage, without the additional momentum of rapid motion Equally sensible and apprehensive of such a probable result, the Saracen cavalier, when he had approached towards the Christian within twice the length of his lance, wheeled his steed to the left with inimitable dexterity, and rode twice around his antagonist, who turning without quitting his ground, and presenting his front constantly to his enemy, frustrated his attempts to attack him on an unguarded point; so that the Saracen, wheeling his horse, was fain to retreat to the distance of a hundred yards.

13. A second time, like a hawk attacking a heron, the heathen renewed the charge, and a second time was fain to

retreat without conuing to a close struggle. A third tin e ho approached in the same manner, when the Christian knight, desirous to terminate this illusory warfare, in which he might at length have been worn out by the activity of his foeman, suddenly seized the mace which hung at his saddle bow, and, with a strong hand and unerring aim, hurled it against the head cf the emir; for such, and not less, his enemy appeared.

14. The Saracen was just aware of the formidable missile in time to interpose his light buckler betwixt the mace and his head; but the violence of the blow forced the buckler down on his turban, and though that defense also contributed to deaden its violence, the Saracen was beaten from his horse. Ere the Christian could avail himself of this mishap, his nimble foeman sprang from the ground, and, calling on his steed, which instantly returned to his side, he leaped into his seat without touching the stirrup, and regained all the advantage of which the Knight of the Leopard hoped to deprive him.

15. But the latter had in the mean while recovered his mace, and the Eastern cavalier, who remembered the strength and dexterity with which his antagonist had aimed it, seemed to keep cautiously out of reach of that weapon, of which he had so lately felt the force; while he showed his purpose of waging a distant warfare with missile weapons of his own. Planting his long spear in the sand at a distance from the scene of combat, he strung with great address a short bow, which he carried at his back, and putting his horse to the gallop, once more described two or three circles of a wider extent than formerly, in the course of which he discharged six arrows at the Christian with such unerring skill, that the goodness of his harness alone saved him from being wounded in as many places. The seventh shaft apparently found a less perfect part of the armor, and the Christian dropped heavily from his horse.

16. But what was the surprise of the Saracen, when, dismounting to examine the condition of his prostrate enemy, he found himself suddenly within the grasp of the European, who had had recourse to this artifice to bring his enemy within his reach. Even in this deadly grapple, the Saracen was saved by his agility and presence of mind. He unloosed the sword belt; in which the Knight of the Leopard had fixed his hold, and thus eluding his fatal grasp, mounted his horse, which seemed to watch his motions with the intelligence of a human being, and again rode off. But in the last encounter the Saracen had lost his sword and his quiver of arrows, both of which were attached to the girdle, which he was obliged to abandon. He bad also lost his turban in the struggle. These disa lvantages semed to incline the Moslem to a truce: he approached the Christian with his right hand extended, but no longer in a menacing attitude.

17. “ There is truce betwixt our nations,” he said, in the lingua franca commonly used for the purpose of communication with the crusaders; " wherefore should there be war betwixt thee and me? Let there be peace betwixt us.”

“I am well contented,” answered he of the Couchant Leopard; “but what security dost thou offer that thou wilt observe the truce ?"

“The word of a follower of the Prophet was never broken," answered the emir. “It is thou, brave Nazarene, from whom I should demand security, did I not know that treason seldom dwells with courage.”

18. The crusader felt that the confidence of the Moslem made him ashamed of his own doubts.

“By the cross of my sword,” he said, laying his hand on the weapon as he spoke, “I will be true companion to thee, Saracen, while our fortune wills that we remain in company together.”

“By Mohammed, Prophet of God, and by Allah, God of the Prophet,” replied his late foeman, “there is not treachery in my heart towards thee. And now wend we to yonder fountain, for the hour of rest is at hand, and the stream had hardly touched my lip when I was called to battle by thy approach.”

The Knight of the Couchant Leopard yielded a ready and courteous assent; and the late foes, without an angry look or gesture of doubt, rode side by side to the little cluster of palm trees.


SALADIN, the celebrated Sultan of Syria and Egypt, whose virtues and whose courage have been equally lauded by both Christians and Mobammedans, was born in 1137, and died of a bilious fever, after twelve days' illness, in the year 1193. He was a man of noble, generous disposition, which characteristic feature is finely brought out in the following touching sene.


NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. Attendant. A stranger craves admittance to your Highness. Saladin. Whence comes he ?

Attendant. That I know not.
Enveloped with a vestment of strange form,
His countenance is hidden; but his step,
His lofty port, his voice in vain disguised,
Proclaim,-if that I dare pronounce it, -

Saladin. Whom?
Attendant. Thy royal brother!

Saladin. Bring him instantly. [Exit Attendant.]
Now, with his specious, smooth, persuasive tongue,
Fraught with some wily subterfuge, he thinks
To dissipate my anger. He shall die !

. [Enter Attendant and Malek Adhel.] Leave us together. [E.cit Attendant.] [Aside.] I should know

that form.
Now summon all thy fortitude, my soul,
Nor, though thy blood cry for him, spare the guilty !
[Aloud.] Well, stranger, speak; but first unvail hyseif.
For Saladin must view the forin that fronts him.

Malek Adhel. Behold it, then!
Saladin. I see a traitor's visage.
Malek Adhel. A brother's!

Saladin. No!
Saladin owns no kindred with a villain.

Malek Adhel. O, patience, Heaven! Had any tongue but thine Uttered that word, it ne'er should speak another.

Saladin. And why not now? Can this heart be more pierced
By Malek Adhel's sword than by his deeds ?
O, thou hast made a desert of this bosom!
For open candor, planted sly disguise ;
For confidence, suspicion; and the glow
Of generous friendship, tenderness and love,
Forever banished! Whither can I turn,
When he by blood, by gratitude, by faith,
By every tie, bound to support, forsakes me ?
Who, who can stand, when Malek Adhel falls ?
Henceforth I turn me from the sweets of love:
The smiles of friendship, and this glorious world,
In which all find some heart to rest upon,
Shall be to Saladin a cheerless void, -
His brother has betrayed him !

Malek Adhel. Thou art softened ;
I ain thy brother, then; but late thou saidst,
My tongue can never utter the base title !

Saladin. Was it traitor ? True!
Thou hast betrayed me in my fondest hopes !
Villain ? 'Tis just; the title is appropriate !
Dissembler ? 'Tis not written in thy face;
No, nor imprinted on that specious brow;
But on this breaking heart the name is stamped,
Forever stamped, with that of Malek Adhel !
Thinkest thou I'm softened ? By Mohammed! these hands
Should crush these aching eye-balls, ere a tear
Fall from them at thy fate! O monster, monster!
The brate that tears the infant from its nurse
Is excellent to thee; for in his form
The impulse of his nature may be read;
But thou, so beautiful, so proud, so noble,
0, what a wretch art thou! O! can a term
In all the various tongues of man be found
To match thy infamy?

Malek Adhel. Go on! go on!
"Tis but a little time to hear thee, Saladin;

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