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the king's dale, because he had no son to keep his name in remem- 

 brance. 



" Mark die sad rose,, once summer's darling pride,. 

 " That threw its blooming odours far and wide, 

 " Now all its bright, its blushing honours past ; 

 " Too dazzling fair, alas ! and sweet to last ! 



" But yet, though scatter'd be each silken leaf, 

 " By cruel Time, that sad despoiling thief, 

 " Still from those leaves exhales a rich perfume; 

 " Still they are sweet, though they have ceas'd to bloom ! 

 " So lov'd remembrances of joys long fled 

 " O'er the sad heart their soothing influence shed : 

 " While in the breast is sav'd each wither'd leaf 

 " Of past delight, — to soothe its present grief!" By a younc Lady. 



I was delighted with the mausoleums at Betwah, but the MuP- 

 lahs assured me they were inferior to those at Agra and Delhi, 

 where imperial wealth and magnificence had united to decorate 

 the tombs of the Mogul princes and their favourite sultanas. The 

 finest marbles that could be procured were the most common ma- 

 terials in these superb buildings; for the ornamental parts consist- 

 ing of the most elegant borders in a sort of arabesque pattern, 

 with festoons of fruit and flowers in their natural colours, were 

 composed entirely of agates, cornelians, turquoise, lapis-lazuli, and 

 other valuable gems, rivalling the most admired specimens of the 

 inlaid marbles at Florence, where I compared the charming origi- 

 nals on the tombs of the Medici, with some beautiful drawings 

 of the Faje Mahal at Agra, belonging to an English lady in Tus- 

 cany, who had visited the magnificent shrine at Agra. How for- 

 cibly do these remind us of the truth and beauty of the metaphorical 



