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204 On the same. Paper VIII.
209 On the same.
213 On the same.
217 On the same. Paper XI.
221 The Seasons, a Vision
225 Basilius and Alexandrinus
230 The Commonwealth of Amazons. Paper I. 235 On the same. Paper II.
238 On Riding-dresses
241 On the Law of Habit ..
244 Country Newspaper
250 A Day's Ramble in London
252 The Balance, a Vision
255 Allegory on Riches and Poverty..
262 Critique of a Song ...
265 . On asking Advice
268 On Gardening
271 Rhynsault and Sapphira !.
276 Examination of a Student .
281 Women at a Siege, a Vision
283 The Grotto of Grief, a Vision
287 Fair for disposing of Women.
293 Sultan Mahmoud, a Tale
296 Death of Sir Roger de Coverley
298 On the Abuse of the Heathen Mythology.
301 The Ejack Tower, a Vision
THE VISION OF MIRZA.
When I was at Grand Cairo, I picked up several oriental manuscripts, which I have still by ine. Among others, I met with one intitled, The Visions of Mirza; which I have read over with great pleasure. I intend to give it to the public when I have no other entertainment for them; and shall begin with the first via sion, which I have translated word for word, as follows:
« On the fifth day of the moon, which according to the custom of my forefathers I always keep holy, after having washed myself, and offered up my morning devotions, I ascended the high hills of Bagdat, in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer. As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life; and, passing from one thought to another, Surely, said I, man is but a shadow, and life a dream. Whilst I was thus musing, I cast my eyes towards the summit of a rock that was not far from me, where I discovered one in the habit of a shepherd, with a little musical instrument in his hand. As I
looked upon him he applied it to his lips and began to play upon it. The sound of it was exceeding sweet, and wrought into a variety of tunes that were inexpressibly melodious, and altogether different from any thing I had ever heard. They put me in mind of those heavenly airs that are played to the departed souls of good men upon their first arrival in paradise, to wear out the impressions of the last agonies, and qualify them for the pleasures of that happy place. My heart melted away in secret raptures.
I had been often told that the rock before me was the haunt of a genius; and that several had been entertained with music who had passed by it, but never heard that the musician had before made himself visi. ble. When he had raised my thoughts, by those transporting airs which he played, to taste the pleasures of his conversation, as I looked upon him like one astonished, he beckoned to me, and by the waving of his hand directed me to approach the place where he sat. I drew near with that reverence which is due to a superior nature; and as my beart was entirely subdued by the captivating strains I had heard, I fell down at his feet and wept. The genius smiled upon me with a look of compassion and affability that familiarized him to my imagination, and at once dispelled all the fears and apprehensions with which I approached him. He lifted me from the ground, and, taking me by the hand, Mirza, said he, I have heard thee in thy soliloquies; follow me.
• He then led me to the highest pinnacle of the rock, and, placing me on the top of it, Cast thy eyes eastward, said be, and tell me what thou seest. I sce, said I, a buge valley, and a prodigious tide of water rolling through it. The valley that thou scest, said he, is the
Vale of Misery, and the tide of water that thou seest is part of the great Tide of Eternity. What is the reason, said I, that the tide I see rises out of a thick mist at one end, and again loses itself in a thick mist at the other? What thou seest, said he, is that portion of eternity which is called Time, measured out by the sun, and reaching from the beginning of the world to its consummation. Examine now, said he, this sea that is bounded with darkness at both ends, and tell me what thou discoverest in it. I see a bridge, said I, standing in the midst of the tide. The bridge thou seest, said he, is Human Life: consider it attentively. Upon a more leisurely survey of it, I found that it consisted of threescore and ten entire arches, with several broken arches, which added to those that were entire made up the number about a hundred. As I was counting the arches, the genius told me that this bridge consisted at first of a thousand arches; but that a great flood swept away the rest, and left the bridge in the ruinous condition I now beheld it. But tell me further, said he, what thou discoverest on it. "I see multitudes of people passing over it, said I, and a black cloud hanging on each end of it. As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge into the great tide that flowed underneath it; and, upon further examination, perceived there were innumerable trap-doors that lay concealed in the bridge, which the passengers no sooner trod upon, but they fell throngh them into the tide, and immediately disappeared. These hidden pit-falls were
thick at the entrance of the bridge, so that throngs of people no sooner broke through the cloud, but many of them fell into them. They grew thinner