GENERAL MALCOLM. 
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Thro’ the sleek passage of her open throat, 
A clear unwrinkled song, with tender accents, 
In controverting warbles softly shared, 
Chanted her ditty to the list’ning moon ! 
But these were not the only delicacies with which my present 
servitors sought to regale my taste, and to make the Frangeh 
(for so they call all Europeans) feel himself at home. In short, 
I soon learnt by so many peculiar attentions, that I was not the 
only European guest who had lodged under their master’s roof; 
and, that the Frangeh name they so highly honoured, was that of 
General Malcolm. It was delightful to me, to begin a journey 
so tracked ; for everywhere that I went in the empire, where his 
mission had led him, still I found his remembrance in the hearts 
of the inhabitants. In many of the villages, the people date 
their marriages, or the births of their children, from the epoch 
of his visit amongst them ; for, wherever he appeared, his good¬ 
ness left some trace of himself; and the peasants often said to 
me, that “ if the rocks and trees had suddenly the power of 
speech, their first word would be Malcolm /” All this, from the 
lips of the highest to the lowest, wherever I followed his steps, 
could not but be more grateful to his countryman, than even 
the blandest breezes under the most sultry skies. At home, we 
exult in, and share the reputation of a brother: abroad, every 
one of our countrymen is our brother ; and though we may 
never have seen him, his fame warms our heart as if it were our 
own. And rightly so, for it seldom happens that we do not 
benefit by its influence. 
May 17th. Having a long, and very fatiguing day’s journey 
before us, I managed to get my people on horseback by four 
o’clock, just as the sun appeared above the level of the desert. 
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