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no inn, or house of refreshment is to be found, how noble is the 
charity, that rears the hospitable roof, that plants the shady grove, 
and conducts the refreshing moisture into reservoirs. Beautifully 
does Sir William Jones describe such an act of beneficence in an 
Arabian female: 
“ See yon fair groves that o’er Amana rise, 
“ And with their spicy breath embalm the skies; 
“ Where every breeze sheds incense o’er the vales, 
“ And every shrub the scent of musk exhales; 
“ See, thro’ yon opening glade, a glittering scene, 
ee Lawns ever gay, and meadows ever green ! 
“ To cheer with sweet repast the fainting guest, 
<c To lull the weary on the couch of rest; 
cc To warm the traveller, numb’d with winter’s cold, 
“ The young to cherish, to support the old; 
“ The sad to comfort, and the weak protect. 
The poor to shelter, and the lost direct ; 
“ These are Selima’s cares, her glorious task, 
“ Can heaven a nobler give, or mortals ask ? 
” When chill’d with fear, the trembling pilgrim roves 
“ Thro’ pathless deserts, and thro’ tangled groves, 
“ Where mantling darkness spreads her dragon wing, 
“ And birds of death their fatal dirges sing; 
” While vapours pale, a dreadful glimmering cast 
<r And thrilling horror howls in every blast; 
“ She cheers his gloom with streams of bursting light— 
“ By day a sun, a beaming moon by night!” 
There are many gardens between the outer and inner walls of 
Sural, surrounding the villas of the nabob and principal inhabi- 
tants; the finest of them is called Mahmud-a-Bhaug, where the 
nabob had extensive pleasure grounds; with small reservoirs of 
