ME RAT. 
We the globe can compass soon, 
Swifter than the wandering moon. 
MIDSUMMER NIGHt’s DREAM. 
The little city of Merat was, in days long past, 
prior to the Mohummedan invasion, greatly renowned 
for the bravery and warlike disposition of its inhabit- 
ants. In a. d. 1019, it offered an heroic though 
ineffectual resistance to the invader Mahmood of 
Ghizni, who was then upon his march against 
Kunaoge ; and it would appear that the gallant 
little garrison had something worth defending ; for, 
beside an immense treasure in gold, silver, and 
jewels, they are said to have possessed, in their 
zenanas, a host of the most lovely women of Georgia 
and Circassia. According to the history of the 
times, it is only wonderful that the place could show 
any sort of opposition to Mahmood ; for he is repre- 
sented as commanding an army as countless as the 
atoms of air, whose movements were swift as light- 
ning, and before whom the most magnanimous troops 
were dispersed like the frailest-winged insects before 
a hurricane. This conqueror was undoubtedly 
endowed with many of the most splendid and exalted 
