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agement, the business of story-telling makes in itself a profeffion, which, as it is acquired by study and profecuted with art, is followed with confiderable profit. One day a friend (a French gentleman) who escorted me through the town, called to draw me out with him for a walk; he said he wished to fhew me fome of the caravanferas, obferving that he thought I fhould be entertained with a view of them. I agreed to go; and he brought me to two, which, after he had shewn to me and explained their principle, police, and etiquette, I could not help admiring and approving. To both thefe were attached eating-houses and coffee-houses, and every appendage that could render them convenient and comfortable. As we were about leaving the lafst, 1 observed my friend stop and liften attentively. "Come hither," said he, after a minute's paufe" come into this coffee-house, here is fomething going forward that may amuse you."
We accordingly entered the coffeehoufe, where we faw a number of people, fome feated in the Turkish fashion, fome on low ftools, and some standing; and in the middle a man walking to and fro, speaking in an audible voice, fometimes flowly, fometimes with rapidity, varying his tones occafionally with all the inflexions of a correfponding fenfe. I could not understand him, but he feemed to me to speak with "good emphafis and good difcretion;" his action was eafy to him, though expreffive and emphatical; and his countenance exhibited ftrong marks of eloquent expreffion. I could not help ftaring with aftonishment at a scene so new to me, and felt great approbation of the tones and manner of this extraordinary orator, though I could not understand a single word he faid. He was liftened to by all with great attention, and the Turks (albeit not ufed to the laughing mood) frequently betrayed ftrong fymptoms of rifibility: but in the height and torrent of his speech he broke fuddenly off, fcampered out of the door, and disappeared. I fet it down that he was a maniac or lunatic of an ingenious kind, and was for going away. "Stay,"
fays my friend," rest where you are for a few minutes, let us hear further."
The orator had fcarcely been gone three minutes, when the room was filled with the buzz of converfation, a word of which I could not understand, but which my guide liftened to very attentively. At length the buzz began to grow loud, and foon increafed into cla mour; when a scene enfued of so very Judicrous a kind as forced me to cram my handkerchief into my mouth to fupprefs a laugh, or at least so to stifle it as to avoid obfervation. In fhort, they were difputing violently; and the beards were, as I once before mentioned to you, all wagging. I became more convulfed with mirth; and my friend feeing that I was likely to give offence, took me under the arm and hurried me out of the coffeehoufe; we retired into a porch in the caravanfera, where I gave vent to my fuppreffed laughter till my fides were fore and my eyes ran tears.
"In the name of God, my friend !" faid I, "tell me what is the meaning of all that extravagant fcene to which we have just now been witness: who is that madman that spoke so much? and why did they all quarrel after he went away?"
"Come, come," faid he, " let us retire to my houfe, and I will there explain the whole of it to you, from beginning to ending."
1 accordingly accompanied him home, where we found a very gay circle affembled, to whom he defcribed my aftonishment; recounting my immoderate laughter, till they all laughed very nearly as immoderately as myself. "You must know," faid he, addreffing himself to me," that he whom you took to be a madman, is one of the most celebrated compofers and tellers of stories in Afia, and only wants the aid of printing to be perhaps as eminent in reputation for making Contes, as Marmontel or Madame D'Anois. As we paffed along I heard his voice, and, knowing it, refolved to let you fee him, and brought you in for that purpose. He was entertaining the company with a very curious, interefting, and comical ftory; the fubje a
·ject of which was avarice; the hero a
fo fuddenly faid I.
"That," returned my friend," is a part of the art of his profeffion, without which he could not live: juft as he gets to a moft interefting part of the ftory, when he has wound the imagination of his auditors up to the highest climax of expectation, he purpofely breaks off to make them eager for the reft. He is fure to have them all next day, with additional numbers who come on their report, and he makes his terms to finish the story."—" Why then," interrupted I, "why did they who remained behind fall difputing?"
declare, that he was well affured in his confcience that Caffem would be brought to the baftinado or the flake, or else hanged, in the fequel."
"And is it poffible," said I, " that a group of twenty or thirty rational beings can be fo far bereft of all common fenfe, as to dispute upon the result of a contingency, which abfolutely depends on the arbitrary fancy of an acknowledged fabricator of falfehoods ?”
"C'eft vrai, monfieur !" and thereby they demonftrate the power of the poet (for poet we may well call him); : and entre nous, I doubt whether it is not more rational, as well as more fair, to difpute what the denouement ought to be before, than after the inventor of the piece has difpofed of it, as is the prac tice with us. When he has once finished his fable, you will find them all content, and the voice of criticism filent. Now in France or England, our critics lie perdue, in order to attack the poet, let him finish his performance how he may. But you will recollect, monsieur, that in Turky criticifm is the honeft fpontaneous iffue of the heart, and with us is a trade, where fometimes lucre, fometimes vanity, but oftener than both, envy and malice direct the decifion, and difpofe to cavil and cenfure." But we will go again to-morrow;" continued he, "probably he will be there to conclude or proceed further with his ftory;" I agreed to this, and we parted.
"That I will explain to you" faid "Juft as he broke off. Caffem, the mifer (who, as far as I heard, feems as well done as Moliere's Avare) having already fuffered a thousand whimfical misfortunes and dilapidations of fortune, is brought before the cadi for digging in his garden, on the prefumption that he was digging for treafure. As foon as the hiftorian was gone, they firft applauded him, and then began to difcufs the ftory-which they one and all agreed in praifing highly; and when they came to talk of the probable iffue of the fequel of it, there were almost as many opinions as there were men in the company; cach mentioned his own, and they went to loggerheads, as you faw, about itwhen the chance is a thousand to one, that not one of them was near the mark. One in particular furmifed that Caffem would be married to the cadi'sdaugh ter; which gave great offence to fome, and roufed another of the company to enjoy them.
On the next day we went, and not feeing the orator in his place, lounged about the caravanfera, and going to another coffee houfe found him declaiming with all his might. My friend told me that the story he was now on was quite different from the former: however we watched his motions fo effectually that we got the conclufion of the ftory of Caffem, which completely disappointed the prognoftics of the two conflicting Turkish critics; for Caffem was neither baftinadoed, staked, nor hanged, nor married to the cadi's daughter, but lived to fee that extreme avarice was folly; and to be fenfible that to make the proper ufe of the goods of this life is to
THE DELUSIONS OF THE HEART.A TALE.
BY ANNA MARIA PORTER.
Celeftial Happinefs, whene'er the ftoops.
MIRANDA was born of parents, whofe fortune and rank in England obliged them to mix too much with the gay and diffipated. Her own mother died, when he was but, an infant :---her father, fhortly after, was married to a lady of beauty and diftinction. Lady Handfon, her mother-in-law, had just attained that time of life, when youth, blending with age, produces a certain majefty, that, perhaps, is as pleafing as the softness of tenderer years;-fhe was four and thirty, of a tali ftature, a graceful eafe in her shape that was ir refiftible. As her education had been principally in the grand monde, her no tions of female charms were alone confined to the body; and as nature had fo lavishly endowed her, fhe made no fcruple of fecuring as many hearts as fhe could allure; although her attractions were upon the wane, and her hand the property of a deferving huf. band.
Miranda, her daughter in-law, was whatever the most brilliant fancy could Conceive. The general expreffion of her figure, and face, was feminine fweetnefs, angelic purity, and manly fenfe. The beauty of her form was in harmony with the loveliness of her mind; where a brilliant imagination gathered fresh animation from an extenfiye knowledge, and a fenfibility that foftened all her manners. To this fhe added a fublimity of foul, an unbounded candour and generofity, purified by the most rational and ardent devotion.
Such a being was Miranda Hundfon, at the age of eighteen. Solitude was her greateft defire, and fashionable life her mother's; who, appearing to give up to her daughter's inclinations, permitted her to abfent herself from the giddy circles whenever the pleafed. To VOL. LVIII.
Young. the eye of Lord Hundfon, (whofe characteristic was eafy good nature,) it feemed indulgence in his wife, who, in reality, allowed it from no other motive, than the apprehenfion of his child's commencing her rival: and thinking it more to her advantage to bury fuch attractions in obfcurity-fhe rather encouraged, than repreffed her ardent love of the filent pleasures of nature. In fhort, this thoughtless woman had no more than a habitual regard for a daughter whofe worth made her to be adored by every one elfe. His Lordship loved her above all the world, his wife excepted.--Would to heaven he had loved her even above her!-But giving up to the strong power of his lady, he was often obliged to quit his old manfion for the capital; and while he was running the glittering maze of licentious revelry with his partner, the mild Miranda was penfively ftraying amid the romantic and fublime beauties of Hundfon Castle.
As her ideas were rich and exalted, the delighted in that fort of reading which was congenial with the purity of her own mind. The moft celebrated poems and romances were ever in her hand, amongst the latter, Sir Philip Sidney's Arcadia held a distinguished place. Secluded as she was from the world, she formed an imaginary one of her own, itill more refined than that in her favourite authors. She confidered, that, as every thing is in a state of improvement, it muft alfo advance in excellence; little dreaming, that this earth, contrary to all other things, degenerates every day from that unfullied innocence of heart and manners, which prevailed in the early years of our first fathers. In the creation of her brain, vice was a monfter feldom beheld, against which the с whole
whole community of the good were armed to destroy. Such was the ftate of her ideas, when her parents arrived from the capital to spend the fummer at the castle.
Discovering her difpofition, he with rapture expreffed congenial fentiments:
he joined with her in the opinion, that the tenderest friendship could fubfift betwixt perfons of different fexes, without one particle of love mingling with it :-he owned to Miranda, that his heart fprang towards her with a powerful fympathy. The beautiful innocent, whofe breast was the treasury of every warm and generous virtue; candidly told him, it had been long her wish to poffefs a fincere friend; and as in him fhe found every requifite qualification, fhe fhould make no fcruple of repofing any of her disquietudes in his bofom. After that moment, they were feldom feparate. The charms of Hundfon caftle were a never-failing fource of admiration to both.
Lady Hundfon brought a numerous retinue of fluttering coxcombs, and infolent fellows, who were in fashion, to adorn her triumph in the country; among which, were thinly ftrewn, a few men of fenfe and difcernment, who had been invited from politeness by her, and from a fincere esteem by her lord. In this number was a younger fon of an ancient, though not now affluent family:-he was no less distinguished for the elegance of his manners and figure, than for the knowledge with which his mind was ftored. Effex Plantagenet was three and twenty, joining to a graceful figure an Agamemnon's dignity:-his features were perfectly beautiful, animated by the fire of youth, and the benignity of enthufiaftic philanthropy :-his eyes were dark and radiant, full of ardent expreffion, tempered with fweet complacency; his manners were replete with urbanity and gentlenefs; his converfation was refined, poetical, and elegant. The charms of his perfon and of his behaviour had funk deep into the heart of Lady Hundfon; unconsciously he held the first place there. Being in love with him, another confideration ftimulated her to the defign of making a conquest of him; fhe fuppofed, that the adding fuch a lover to her train, who joined the informed to the polished man, would, befides gratifying her own withes, render her the envy of the women and the pursuit of the men. Plantagenet was fo far from being captivated by her charms, that he abfented himself from her company whenever he could, with good breeding; and then, with a book in his hand, would ftroll through the walks of a gloomy forest, which enveloped the caftle.
In thefe walks he often met with Miranda, whom he joined, and purfuing with her his walk, would enter into difcourfe, which, by degrees, unfolded the beauty of his fair companion's mind.
The antique remains of a ruined abbey, that formed a principal object in their views, was the place allotted for their meeting every cool evening; where, from the twilight, until the moon filvered the heavens, Plantagenet, with the arm of Miranda locked in his, would wander amid the fragments of the mouldering monuments, which had once decorated the spot where lay the corpfes of beauty or of courage.
Lady Hundfon was, for fome time, a ftranger to these nocturnal pleasures; and had for ever remained fo, but for the artlefs candour of her daughter, who, conceiving that no breast was infenfible to the charms which enraptured hers, entreated her mother to become one of the party with her and Effex. Her ladyfhip was inflamed with rage, and ftung at the idea of her not being powerful enough to gain a youth, whom the imagined Miranda had fubdued, from that moment delivered up her heart to all the horrors of jealoufy and revenge. Miranda, far from discovering the fentiments of her mother, regretted, with unfeigned forrow, that fhe fhould lofe the moft refined blifs, for the fake of her vifitants (the reafon which Lady Hundfon had given for not affenting to her wifh), but hoped, when they quitted the caftle, her mother, then at liberty,
berty, might participate in her happinefs.
Plantagenet and Mifs Hundfon ftill continued their walks. One evening Effex being longer in his stay than ufual, Miranda, who was waiting for him in the broken cloister of the abbey, took out her pencil, and wrote the following fonnet, as the ideas fled acrofs her fancy.
ADDRESS TO TWILIGHT.
How pleafing, twilight, are thy foft'ning fhades,
Which blend the diftant profpect with the Whose glimmʼring gloom the mould'ring
The tomb that calls the fentimental tear. See rising Cynthia, 'mid her tending maids, Above yon hoar-cliff, flow her beauties rear! Before her filver light thy foftness fades,
Sweet light that streams upon each marble bier!
Beneath whose weight perchance there lies a
Of one, who falling in the bloom of youth, (How great the pang which e'er could rend a heart!)
lieve it indeed," returned the beautiful creature with earneftness." And do you think, (afked Effex in a hefitating voice) that a heart could break over the tomb of a friend? I feel that mine would burst on yours-and if friendship is not capable of fuch ftrong emotions, what is it then?"-He started as he pronounced this, and, fpringing up, quitted her hand, and shot through the cloifter. What is it then? still rung in the ears of the agitated Miranda. A thoufand times the asked herself the question; and as often checked the rifing ideas which drowned her disturbed fenfes." It is friendship furely!" (at laft the replied,) "I feel that friendfhip is capable of fuch exquifite emotion; for my heart at this inftant is fufceptible of every agony which appears to wring that of my beloved Plantagenet." -Satisfied with this, fhe pursued her walk, in hopes of meeting him; but in vain; at last she discovered his figure, beneath the shelter of a projecting cliff, that fwelled from the fide of the mountain. "Effex," cried fhe, in the higheft note of her melodious voice. He ftarted at the found, and rifing, fled among the thick trees of the foreft."Cruel friend!" exclaimed fhe, in the bittereft difappointment ;-" If love is to banish friendly kindness from the human heart, why did I ever liften to his divine raptures, which breathed more than mortal animation? Platonic regard is now no where but in the breast of the rejected Miranda." Venting her feelings in a thousand exclamations, mingled with tears, and the heaviest fighs, fhe at laft reached the caftle; and retiring to her chamber, fpent the night in fleeplefs anxiety, or in feverish flumber.
The fun rofe in all its radiance; but to the tear-wet eyes of Miranda, all his glories were hateful; her foul thirsted for the dewy evening, and the light of the moon, when the converse of Platagenet, fhe hoped, would return to its former calm regard. Thefe ideas fhe was not fuffered long to indulge. When fhe was bufy in robing herfelf for the day, one of her fervants brought her a C 2
For whom (fad monument of fpotless truth) His mistress, reckless of her blooming charms, Sunk on his grave, entwin'd in death's cold
She had fcarcely finished, when the tread of Plantagenet founded in her ears: the raised up her beautiful blue eyes, which were fwimming in tears of fenfibility. Effex, alarmed, approached her "Are you weeping my dear Miranda? repofe in the faithful breast of your Plantagenet, every painful fenfation! What will give you relief, will be a pleafure, though a melancholy one to me." "Do not alarm yourself, my dear friend! (replied Miranda) I have no forrow to draw thefe tears; my fancy alone has done it: thefe reflections are the fountain from whence they flow," added the, prefenting the paper to him. When he had perused it, he fat down beside her, and taking her hand, he held it fast in his for fome moments."Are thefe your reflections, Miranda?" faid he, raifing up his large dark eyes, beaming with animation, and heaving a figh, that appeared half repreffed. "Do you in reality believe, that the heart of a female would break over the
grave of her lover?”—“ Yes. I do be