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“ A fiend has got into my house,” Exclaimed the staring man, “and tortures us : One of thine officers ;-he comes, the abhorr'd, And takes possession of my house, my board, My bed :- I have two daughters and a wife, And the wild villain comes and makes me mad with life."
“Is he there now?” said Mahmoud :-“No;-he left
The Sultan comforted the man, and said,
“ Go home, and I will send thee wine and bread,” (For he was poor) “ and other comforts. Go; And, should the wretch return, let Sultan Mahmoud In three days' time, with haggard eyes and beard, And shaken voice, the suitor re-appeared, And said “ He's come.”—Mahmoud said not a word, But rose and took four slaves, each with a sword, And went with the vexed man. They reach the place, And hear a voice, and see a female face, That to the window fluttered in affright: “Go in,” said Mahmoud, “ and put out the light;
But tell the females first to leave the room ;
And when the drunkard follows them, we come.”
The man went in. There was a cry, and hark ! A table falls, the window is struck dark : Forth rush the breathless women; and behind With curses comes the fiend in desperate mind. In vain : the sabres soon cut short the strife, And chop the shrieking wretch, and drink his bloody
“ Now light the light,” the Sultan cried aloud. 'Twas done ; he took it in his hand, and bowed
Over the corpse, and looked upon
the face ; Then turned and knelt beside it in the place, And said a prayer, and from his lips there crept Some gentle words of pleasure, and he wept.
In reverend silence the spectators wait,
Then bring him at his call both wine and meat ; And when he had refreshed his noble heart,
He bade his host be blest, and rose up to depart.
The man amazed, all mildness now, and tears,
Feil at the Sultan's feet, with many prayers,
And begged him to vouchsafe to tell his slave,
About the light; then, when he saw the face,
The Sultan said, with much humanity, “ Since first I saw thee come, and heard thy cry,
I could not rid me of a dread, that one
By whom such daring villainies were done,
The first time since thou cam’st, and marr’dst my
WRITTEN ON A SUDDEN ARRIVAL OF FINE WEATHER IN MAY.
Reader! what soul that loves a verse, can see
The spring return, nor glow like you and me?
This, more than ever, leaps into the veins, When spring has been delay'd by winds and rains, And coming with a burst, comes like a show, Blue all above, and basking green below, And all the people culling the sweet prime : Then issues forth the bee, to clutch the thyme, And the bee poet rushes into rhyme.