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agement, the business of story-telling says my friend,“ rest where you are for makes in itself a profession, which, as it a few minutes, let us hear further." is acquired by study and prosecuted with The orator had scarcely been gone art, is followed with confiderable profit. three minutes, when the room was filled
One day a friend (a French gentle- with the buzz of conversation, a word man) who escorted me through the town, of which I could not understand, but called to draw me out with him for a which my guide listened to very attenwalk; he said he wilhed to Mew me some tively. At length the buzz began to of the caravanseras, observing that he grow loud, and soon increased into clathought I should be entertained with a mour ; when a scene ensued of so very view of them. I agreed to go; and he ludicrous a kind as forced me to cram brought me to two, which, after he had my handkerchief into my mouth to fupshewn to me and explained their prin- press a laugh, or at least fo to stifle it as ciple, police, and etiquette, I could not to avoid obfervation. In short, they were help admiring and approving. To both disputing violently; and the beards were, these were attached eating-houses and as I once before mentioned to you, all coffee-houses, and every appendage that wagging. I became more convulsed with could render them convenient and com- mirth ; and my friend seeing that I was fortable. As we were about leaving the likely to give offence, took me under the lalt, 1 observed my friend stop and listen arm and hurried me out of the coffee. attentively. • Come hither,” said he, house; we retired into a porch in the after a minute's pause--" come into this caravansera, where I gave vent to my coffee house, here is something going suppressed laughter till my fides were forward that may amuse
fore and my eyes ran tears. We accordingly entered the coffee- “ In the name of God, my friend !” house, where we saw a number of peo- faid I, “ tell me what is the meaning of ple, fome feated in the Turkish fashion, all that extravagant scene to which we some on low stools, and some standing ; have just now been witness : who is that and in the middle a man walking to and madman that spoke so much ? and why fro, speaking in an audible voice, fome- did they all quarrel after he went away?" times fowly, sometimes with rapidity, “ Comé, come,” said he, “ let us revarying his tones occasionally with all tire to my house, and I will there ex. the indexions of a corresponding sense. plain the whole of it to you, from beI could not understand him, but he seem- ginning to ending." ed to me to speak with “ good emphasis 1 accordingly accompanied him home, and good discretion ;” his action was where we found a very gay circle afeasy to him, though expressive and em- fembled, to whom he described my 2phátical ; and his countenance exhibited stonishment ; recounting my immoderate strong marks of eloquent expression. I laughter, till they all laughed very nearcould not help staring with altonishment ly as immoderately as myself.
6 You at a scene fo new to me, and felt great must know," said he, addrelling himfelf approbation of the tones and manner of to me, “ that he whom you took to be this extraordinary orator, though I could a madıman, is one of the most celebrated Bot understand a single word he said. He composers and tellers of stories in Aliag was listened to by all with great atten. and only wants the aid of printing to tion, and the Turks (albeit not used to be perhaps as eminent in reputation for the laughing mood) frequently betrayed making Contes, as Marmontel or MaItrong symptoms of risibility : but in the dame D'Anois. As we passed along I height and torrent of his speech he broke heard his voice, and, knowing it, resol. suddenly off, scampered out of the door, ved to let you see him, and brought you and disappeared. *1 set it down that he in for that purpose. He was entertainvas a maniac or lunatic of an ingenious ing the company with a very curious, kind, and was for going away. “Stay,” interesting, and comical story'; the fub
ject of which was avarice; the hero a declare, that he was well affured in his miser of the name of Cassem. His misery conscience that Caffem would be brought and avarice are represented in it as bring- to the bastinado or the stake, or else ing him into a variety of scrapes, which hanged, in the fequel.” waste his wealth ; and his character is “ And is ie possible," said I, " that drawn with such strength of colouring, a group of twenty or thirty rational beand marked with fuch' grotesque liacs ings can be so far bereft of all common of humour-he related it moreover with sense, as to dispute upon the result of a so much wit, in such admirable language, contingency, which absolutely depends and embellished and enforced it with on the arbitrary fancy of an acknowledgsuch appropriate action, uttèrance and ed fabricator of falsehoods ?” emphasis--that it riveted, as you faw, « C'est vrai, monsieur !” and therethe attention of all his auditors, and ex. by they demonstrate the power of the : torted laughter even from Turkish gra- poet (for poet we may well call him) ; vity.”_" But how came he to break off and entre nous, I doubt whether it is not fo fuddenly !” said I.
more rational, as well as more fair, to “ That," returned my friend, " is a dispute what the denouement ought to be 2 part of the art of his profession, without before, than after the inventor of the which he could not live : just as he piece has disposed of it, as is the prac. Li gets to a most interesting part of the tice with us. When he has once finishstory, when he has wound the imagi, ed his fable, you will find them all connation of his auditors up to the highest tent, and the voice of criticism filent. climax of expectation, he purposely Now in France or England, our critics breaks off to make them eager for the lie perdue, in order to attack the poet, reft. He is sure to have them all next let him finish his performance how he day, with additional numbers who come may. But
will recollect, monsieur, on their report, and he makes his terms that in Turky criticism is the honest to finish the story.”_" Why then," in- fpontaneous issue of the heart, and with terrupted I, “why did they who re- us is a trade, where sometimes lucre, mained behind fall difputing ?” sometimes vanity, but oftener than both,
“ That I will explain to you” said envy and malice direct the decision, and lie. Just as he broke off.' Casfem, dispose to cavil and censure." But we the miser (who, as far as I heard, seems will go again to-morrow;" contivued as well done as Moliere's Avare) have he, “ probably he will be there to coning already fuffered a thousand whimsical clude or proceed further with his story;"' misfortunes and dilapidations of fortune, I agreed to this, and we parted. is brought before the cadi for digging in On the next day we went, and not his garden, on the presumption that he seeing the orator in his place, lounged was digging for treasure. . As soon as about the caravansera, and going to anthe historian was gone, they first applaud. Other coffee house found him declaiming ed him, and then began to discuss the with all his might. My friend told me story-which they one and all agreed in that the story he was now on was quite praising highly; and when they came different from the former : however we to talk of the probable issue of the fequel watched his motions so effectually that of it, there were almost as many opini- we got the conclusion of the story of ons as there were men in the company; Cassem, which completely disappointed cach mentioned his own, and they went the prognostics of the two conflicting to loggerheads, as you saw, about ita Turkish critics ; for Caffem was neiwhen the chance is a thousand to one, ther bastinadoed, staked, nor hanged, nor that not one of them was near the mark. married to the cadi's daughter, but lived One in particular surmised that Cassem to see that extreme avarice was folly ; would be married to the cadi'sdaugh and to be sensible that to make the proter ; which gave great offence to fome, per use of the goods of this life is to and roused another of the company to enjoy them.
THE DELUSIONS OF THE HEART. A TALE.
BY ANNA MARIA PORTER.
Celestial Happiness, whene'er fe ftoops.
Young MIRANDA was born of parents, the eye of Lord Hundson, (whose chawhose fortune and rank in England o-' racteristic was easy good nature,) it bliged them to mix too much with the seemed indulgence in his wife, who, in gay and diffipated. Her own mother reality, allowed it from no other motive, died, when she was but, an infant : than the apprehension of his child's her father, shortly after, was married commencing her rival : and thinking it to a lady of beauty and distinction. Lady more to her advantage to bury fuch atHandson, her mother-in-law, had just tractions in obfcurity-lhe rather en. attained that time of life, when youth, couraged, than repressed her ardent blending with age, produces a certain love of the filent pleasures of nature. majesty, that, perhaps, is as pleasing In short, this thoughtless woman had as the softness of tenderer years ;-lhe no more than a habitual regard for a was fout and thirty, of a tali stature, a daughter whose worth made her to be graceful ease in her shape that was ir. adored by every one clse. His Lordship refiftisle. As her education had been loved her abore all the world, his wife principally in the grand monde, her no excepted.--Would to heaven he had tions of female charms were alone con. loved her even above her ! But giving fined to the body; and as nature had fo. up to the strong power of his lady, he lavishly endowed her, she made no was often obliged to quit his old manfcruple of securing as many hearts as fion for the capital; and while he was she could allure ; although her attrac- running the glittering maze of licentious tions were upon the wane, and her revelry with his partner, the mild Mihand the property of a deserving hus. randa was pensively straying amid the band.
romantic and sublime beauties of Hund, Miranda, her daughter in-law, was fon C:itle. whatever the most brilliant fancy could As her ideas were rich and exalted, conceive: The general expression of she delighted in that fort of reading her figure and Face, was feminine sweet- which was congenial with the purity of ness, angelic purity, and manly sense. her own mind. The most celebrated The beauty of her form was in harmony poems and romances were ever in her with the loveliness of her mind ; where hand; amongst the latter, Sir Philip Sid. a brilliant imagination gathered fresh ney's Arcadia held a distinguished place. animation from an extensiye knowledge, Secluded as she was from the world, the and a sensibility that softened all her formed an imaginary one of her own, itill
To this she added a subli- more refined than that in her favourite mily of foul, an unbounded candour authors. She considered, that, as every and generosity, purified by the most ra- thing is in a state of improvement, it tional and ardent devotion.
must also advance in excellence ; little Sach a being was Mhanda Hundson, dreaming, that this earth, contrary to at the age of eighteen. Solitude was all other things, degenerates every day her greatest desire, and fashionable life from that unsullied ionocence of heart her mother's ; who, appearing to give and manners, which prevailed in the up to her daughter's inclinations, pero early years of our first fathers. In the Initted her to absent herself from the creation of her brain, vice was a mon... giddy circles whenever the pleased. To fter feldom beheld, against which the Vol. LVIII.
whole community of the good were Discovering her disposition, he with armed to destroy. Such was the ftate rapture expressed congenial sentiments : of her ideas, when her parents arrived - he joined with her in the opinion, from the capital to spend the summer that the tenderest friendíhip could subat the castle.
fist betwixt perfons of different sexes, Lady Hundson brought a numerous without one particle of love mingling retinue of fluttering coxcombs, and info. with it:-he owned to Miranda, that lent fellows, who were in fashion, to a- his heart fprang towards her with a dorn het triumph in the country; among powerful sympathy. The beautiful inwhich, were thinly strewn, a few men nocent, whose breast was the treafury of sense and discernment, who had been of every warm and generous virtue ; invited from politeness by her, and from candidly told him, it had been long her a sincere esteem by her lord. In this wish to poffess a sincere friend; and as number was a younger son of an ancient, in him she found every requisite qualifithough not now affluent family :-he cation, she should make no fcruple of was no less distinguished for the elegance reposing any of her disquietudes in his of his manners and figure, than for the bosom. After that moment, they were knowledge with which his mind was feldom separate. The charms of Hundstored.Essex Plantagenet was three son castle were a never failing source of and twenty, joining to a graceful figure admiration to both. an Agamemnon's dignity:-his features The antique remains of a ruined abwere perfectly beautiful, animated by bey, that formed a principal object in the fire of youth, and the benignity of their views, was the place allotted for enthusiastic philanthropy :-his eyes their meeting every cool evening; where, were dark and radiant, full of ardent from the twilight, until the moon silverexpression, tempered with sweet com- ed the heavens, Plantagenet, with the placency; his manners were replete arm of Miranda locked in his, would with urbanity and gentleness; his con- wander amid the fragments of the moulversation was refined, poetical, and ele- dering monuments, which had once de- ? gant. The charms of his person and corated the spot where lay the corpses of of his behaviour had sunk deep into the beauty or of courage. heart of Lady Hundfon; unconsciously Lady Hundson was, for some time, he held the first place there. Being in a stranger to these nocturnal pleasures ; love with him, another confideration and had for ever remained so, but for stimulated her to the design of making the artless candour of her daughter, a conquest of him ; she supposed, that who, conceiving that no breast was in the adding such a lover to her train, who sensible to the charms which enraptured joined the informed to the polished man, hers, entreated her mother to become would, besides gratifying her own wish- one of the party with her and Effex. es; render her the envy of the women Her ladyship was inflamed with rage, and the pursuit of the men. Plantage- and stung at the idea of her not being net was so far from being captivated by powerful enough to gain a youth, whom her charms, that he absented himself the imagined Miranda had fubdued, from her company whenever he could, from that moment delivered up her heart with good breeding; and then, with a to all the horrors of jealousy and rebook in his hand, would stroll through venge. Miranda, far from discovering the walks of a gloomy forest, which en- the sentiments of her mother, regretted, veloped the calle.
with unfeigned forrow, that she should In these walks he often met with Mic lose the most refined bliss, for the sake randa, whom he joined, and pursuing of her visitants (the reason which Lady with her his walk, would enter into dil Hundson had given for not affenting to course, which, by degrees, unfolded the her with), but hoped, when they quitbeauty of his fair companion's mind.. ted the castle, her mother, then at li
berty, might participate in her happi- lieve it indeed,” returned the beautiful ness.
creature with earnestness." And do Plantagenet and Miss Hundson still you think, (asked Essex in a hesitating continued their walks. One evening voice) that a heart could break over the Effex being longer in luis stay than usual, tomb of a friend? I feel that mine Miranda, who was waiting for him in would burst on yours—and if friendship the broken cloister of the abbey, took is not capable of such strong emotions, out her pencil, and wrote the following what is it then?”-He started as he fonnet, as the ideas fled across her fancy pronounced this, and, springing up,
ADDRESS TO TWILIGHT. quitted her hand, and shot through the How pleasing, twilight, are thy soft’ning cloister. What is it then ? still rung in shades,
the ears of the agitated Miranda. A Which blend the distant prospect with the thousand times she asked herself the Whole glimm’ring gloom the mould'ring question ; and as often checked the riftomb pervades
ing ideas which' drowned her disturbed The tomb that calls the sentimental tear.
senses.“ It is friendship surely!” (at See rising Cynthia, 'mid her tending maids,
last she replied,) " I feel that friendAbove yon hoar-cliff, flow her beauties rear! ship is capable of such exquisite emotion; Before her filver light thy softness fades,
heart at this instant is fuscepSweet light that Itreams upon each marble bier !
tible of every agony which appears to Beneath whose weight perchance there lies a wring that of my beloved Plantagenet.” part
Satisfied with this, the pursued her of one, who falling in the bloom of youth, walk, in hopes of meeting hinı ; but in (How great the pang which e'er could renda vain; at last she discovered his figure,
heart!) For whom (sad monument of spotless truth)
beneath the thelter of a projecting cliff, His miftress, reckless of her blooming charms, that swelled from the side of the mounSunk on his grave, entwin'd in death's cold țain. “ Essex," cried she, in the high
est note of her melodious voice. He She had scarcely finished, when the started at the found, and rising, fed tread of Plantagenet sounded in her ears; among the thick trees of the forest.-fhe raised up her beautiful blue eyes, " Cruel friend !” exclaimed she, in the which were swimming in tears of fenfi- bittereft difappointment;_" If love is bility. Essex, alarmed, approached her : to banish friendly kindness from the hu—“Are you weeping my dear Miran- man heart, why did I ever listen to his da ? repose in the faithful breast of your divine raptures, which breathed more Plantagenet, every painful sensation! than mortal animation? Platonic regard What will give you relief, will be a plea- is now no where but in the breast of the sare, though a melancholy one to me.” rejected Miranda.” Venting her feel“ Do not alarm yourself, my dearings in a thousand exclamations, mingled friend! (replied Miranda) I have no with tears, and the heaviest fighs, she forrow to draw these tears ; my fancy at last reached the castle ; and retiring alone has done it: these reflections are to her chamber, spent the night in fleepthe fountain from whence they fow," less anxiety, or in feverish flumber. added the, presenting the paper to him. The fun rose in all its radiance; but When he bad perused it, he fat down to the tear-wet eyes of Miranda, all his beside her, and taking her hand, he glories were hateful; her soul thirsted held it fast in his for some moments. for the dewy evening, and the light of “ Are there your reflections, Miranda ?" the moon, when the converse of Platafaid he, raising up his large dark eyes, genet, it,e hoped, would return to its beaming with animation, and heaving a former calm regard. These ideas sie ligh, that appeared half repressed. was not suffered long to indulge. When “Do you in reality believe, that the she was busy in robing herself for the heart of a female would break over the day, one of her fervants brought her a ase of her lover \"_" Yes. I do be.