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Hafiz and Sadi with peculiar sweetness, having a 

 rich contralto voice rarely to be met with amongst 

 the eastern votaries of Terpsichore. 



" Come, then, a song ; a winding, gentle song, 

 To lead me unto sleep. Let it be low, 

 As Zephyr telling secrets to his rose, 

 For I would hear the murmuring of my thoughts." 



" Now softly-slow let Lydian measures move 

 And breathe the pleasing pangs of gentle love ; 

 In swimming dance on airs soft billows float, 

 Soft heave your bosoms with the swelling note ; 

 With pliant arm, in graceful motion vie — 

 Now sunk with ease — with ease now lifted high ; 

 The lively gesture each fond care reveal, 

 That music can express, or passion feel." 



Rousseau, the eloquent French author, in his 

 " Confessions," says : " Never did a level country, 

 however beautiful it might be, seem beautiful in 

 my eyes. I must have cataracts, rocks, pines, dark 

 forests, and rugged pathways, with steep precipices 

 that make one shudder to behold." I cannot say 

 that I entirely agree with him ; for, notwithstanding 

 that I have wandered through all the wildest scenes 

 of the Himalaya, my heart clings to the remem- 

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