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take the part of the defendant, and 
settle with him what the plaintiff 
ought te have settled. For this rea- 
son the Chinese never enter on a law- 
suit unless they are sure of gaining 
it; that is, they must either have so 
many witnesses that the cause cannot 
be perverted, or must have secured. the 
support of the court itself, by presents. 
VERSES by MIRSA MOHAMMED, Secre- 
tary to the Persian Legation, on the 
DEATH of the PRINCESS CLEMEN- 
TINE of METTERNICH. 
Oh! thou cedar of beauty, elate with 
mental dignity, and of gentle mien; 
why, like a star of richly blended fire, 
hast thou departed ? 
Behold ! thou hast departed to regions 
bright with celestial beams. Thou 
didst depart, and hast left us behind in 
rief. 
7 Accomplished Clementina, we hail 
thy merits with melodious homage— 
we blazon thy memory with affection’s 
fire, for still thy spirit charmed us. 
In Paradise thou wilt dwell; on 
Eden's lotos thou wilt feed: thou hast 
departed from this place of dust ; a sin- 
cere offering this, to a name so entitled 
to praise. 
Roses are changed to thorns. since 
thou. Clementina, no more spreadest 
thy, heanties to view; since thou hast 
taught us to weep for thee, sunk in the 
sleep of death. - 
On the SPRING, by WASSAF. 
With half-closed eyes the Narvis- 
sus, brief progeny of earth, stands 
slumbering with a stooping neck and a 
submissive nod. 
Like the slumbering youth Ane 
mones of the field, rioting in a thou- 
sand beauties, are maidens with swell- 
ing bosoms, clothed in the robes which 
the saffron dyed. 
With fixed gaze descry yon scene 
of Lilies; they stand assembled in the 
vallies; nurses they are, and pregnant 
too. 
Then turn to yonder Larkspurs, and 
view their majestic forms, sitting on 
hassebeahs as awful guards of the bor- 
er. 
When light shines from ihe top of 
the head, the crowns sparkle in our 
eyes. 
Willows have a certain degree of im- 
portance ; in the distance, they stretch 
out their rods, as fingers ; fingers which 
want joints to Lend them among the 
flowers of the field. 
Luminous phenomena are produced 
from several, and thy fancy wil) paint 
The Oriental Gleaner...No. F. 
[April ¥, 
lanterns which brighten in the night, 
but they want the power of burners. 
Intoxicated’ by the ether wine of the 
clouds, they stagger as the drunken’ 
mab, happy from intoxication. 
Camoiniles, too, are deserving of no- 
tice; they form a gratifying scene, and _ 
shew their teeth, in lovely smiles; 
while on the edge of the Rose sparkles 
the drop of dew. 
Verses of ALGUKAAN, Emperor of the 
Moguls, on the death of HERGANA. 
Still the fields with thy breath are 
perfumed; of thy delicate colour jessa- 
mine is tinged, and bears many flowing 
traces. 
I feel a realizing anxiety to sce thee 
again, which keeps me alive ; yet, alas ! 
who knows whether and when this 
will be? 
On the same, by W ASSAF. 
The bright moon ceasedto shed her 
light, concealed in the cloud; and the 
drooping cypress lies in the dust of the 
ponderous grave. 
No longer the curled hyacinth’s richly 
tufted hairs present heauties peculiarly 
conspicuous ; 
Confused in the stormy day of death, 
alas! she whose body a rose-leaf would 
have burdened, now sustains the great 
load of the grave-hill, alas! 
Complaint of WASSAF, on the Death of 
the Princess 1BISCKH ATABEG. 
For years in the garden will the my- 
robalan weep; solitary I stand, since 
the gardener has fled ; 
I view the scene, but with no sensa- 
tions of pleasure. 
Many mornings and evenings will 
the wailing bard utter his griefs on the 
mountains, and among the flowers; in 
plains no longer beantiful. 
With many roses and rich, flowers, 
wiil the East decorate the meadows, 
before he draw from the dust, or can 
procure in his forests, such a rese, such 
flowers as resemble her. 
Many waves the stream rolls down 
as tears, and on the branches sighs the 
nightingale, in plaintive strains. 
Thou who didst rival the new leaves, 
in beauty and sofiness, hast fled to the 
dust, as fly before us the winds. 
While but enjoying the bright pre- 
sages of felicity, thou hast sunk too 
early in the grave. 
Ah! where art thou now, when na- 
ture is forming her gayest ornaments, 
when the shrubs are covering with 
blossoms ; when the heavens are show- 
eving their gifts on us, and the breath 
of the wind scatters amber perfumes ; 
when 
