172 Turhey, Constanlinople,' Egypt, Nubia, and Palestine. [Aug. 



around with purple braiding ; jacket of crimsoned cloth, trimrned and braided 

 with narrow gold braid, made very loose, with short and wide_ sleeves ; an 

 immensely capacious pair of nether garments of the same crimson cloth, 

 braided and flowered with purple braid ; a sash of Sidon silk manufacture of 

 many colours, very handsome and wide ; and to complete the costume, a white 

 muslin turban. Old Ponto does not know me at all. The Greek servants 

 declare it is a superb dress, and that I make an excellent Mameluke." 



Who can deny the utility of travel, and the value of its history, when 

 the world is by such means made acquainted with particulars so vastly 

 important. Ponto's not knowing his master is a beautiful toiich of 

 nature, which completes the picture ; but it is vmluckily a plagiarism. 

 Sheridan has made use of it in the account of Acres' dressing, where 

 David says, " Hang me if Phillis would wag a hair of her tail at your 

 honour." Great genuises, Iiowever, do sometimes hit upon the same idea, 

 and so it must be in this instance. It goes to our very heartstrings to 

 part with such delightful companions ; but we have come to the utmost 

 verge of our limits, and must tear ourselves, however unwillingly, from 

 our travellers. 



fairies' song. 



AVhjlk the sad world is sleeping. 



We're keeping 

 Our revels unseen ; 

 And the glow-worm shines brightly. 



While lightly 

 AV^e glance o'er the green. 



■Where, from cavern or mountain. 



The fountain 

 Springs sparkling and bright, 

 Perfumed garlands we're wreathing. 



Or breathing 

 Soft strains to the night. 



The moon comes to meet us. 



And greet us 

 \V\i\\ the light that we love ; 

 The nightingale knows us. 



And woos us 

 From the depths of the grove. 



Oft the shepherd draws near us, 



To hear us 

 With awe and delight ; 

 Oft he watches, while dancing, 



We're glancing 

 Like st-\rs through the night. 



Gentle shepherd, we love thee ; 



Above thee 

 We watch many an hour ; 

 And from aught that might harm thee 



\1^e charm thee, 

 And hallow thy bower. 



AVlien the dawn of the morning 



Gives warning, 

 Wc speed far away, 

 '^V■llere the stars slicd a splendour 



JMorc tender ; 

 For we love not the da v. 



