garden of Eden, nor the far-famed gardens 
of once mighty Babylon ; but there we may 
repose on beds of roses in Cashmere; and 
with the Persian maidens weave garlands of 
the violet, jasmine, or lotus flowers; we 
may trim the odorous night blooming nyc- 
tanthes, with the drooping mimosa, which 
seems to do us homage as we approach it; 
we may cull the rich blossom from the can- 
na, the white arum, ,the yellow zanthium, 
” and the classic hibiscus; we may rest secure 
under the hata tree, or recline beneath the 
dark and gloomy cypresses. Or seeing, 
should we prefer the plain of various co¬ 
lours, clad with groves and gardens, and 
watered by flowing rivulets ? It is a place 
belonging to the abodes of heroes. The 
ground is silky in its appearance, and the 
air is scented with musky odours; so that 
you would he led to ask, Is it rose water 
which glides between the hanks ? The stalk 
of the lily bends under the weight of the 
flower; and the whole grove is charmed with 
the fragrance of the rose-bud. The pheasant 
walks gracefully among the flowers ; and the 
