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the amreeta or drink of immertality, 
which is to work the will offate. To 
Kehamah it proves a stream of poison, 
‘* infinite everlastisg agony.” To Kai- 
ly al, the mysterious “draught of mercy. 
* While from the golden throne the lord 
of death, 
With love benignant, on Ladurlad smil’d, 
And gently on his head his blessing laid. 
As sweetiy as a child, 
Whom neither thought disturbs nor care 
incumbers, 
.Tird with long play, at close of summer 
day, 
Lies down: and slumbers, ° 
Even thus as sweet a boon of sleep par- 
taking, 
By Yamen blest, Ladurlad sunk to’ rest. 
Blessed that sleep! more blessed was the 
waking ! 
For’on that night a heavenly morning 
broke, 
The light of heaven was round him when 
he woke, , 
And in the Swerga, in Yadillian’s 
-bower, 
All whom he lov’d he met, to part no 
more,” 
The poem itself occupies twenty 
four cantos or divisions, with ie fol- 
lowing titles. 1. The Funeral. 2. The 
Curse. 3. The Recovery. ‘ The 
Departure... 5. The Separation. 6. 
Casyapa.. 7. The Swerga. 8. The 
Sacrifice. 9. The Home Scene. 10. 
Mount Meru. -11. The Enchantress. 
12. TheSacrifice compleated. 13. The 
Retreat. 14. Jaga-Naut. 15. The 
City of Baly. 16. “The Ancient Sepul- 
- chres, 17, Baly.. 18. te? s. De- 
scent. 19. Moant Calasay. ~ the 
Embarkation. 91. The W ahs s ‘End. 
29: The Gate of Padelon. 23. Pade- 
Ion. 24. The Amreeta. 
The following short extract, from 
that called “ Mount Meru,” will speak 
iis own merits. 
‘© They sin who tell us love can die. 
With life all other passions fly, 
All others-are but vanity. 
In heaven ambiticn cannot dwell, 
Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; 
Earthly these passions of the earth, 
They perish where they have their bir th; 
But love is indestructible. 
Its holy flame for ever burneth, 
From heaven it came, to heaven returneth ; 
Too oft on earth a troubled guest, . 
At times deceiy’d, at times opprest, 
It here.is tried and purified, 
_ Then hath imheaven its perfect rest: 
It soweth here with toil and care, 
But the harvest-time of love is there. 
-Oh* when a mother meets on high’ 
The babe she Jost in infancy, 
Hath she not then, for pains and fears, 
= day of woe, the watchful night, 
For all her sorrow, all her tears, 
/ 
Retrospect of D omestic Lilerature— Poetry. 
The description ef the enicbdatreys, 
from the eleventh canto, is another 
passage deserving the highest commen. _ 
dation = u 
‘* She was a woman whose unlovely 
youth, 
Even like a cankered rose, which none will 
cull 
Had. withered on jh stalk ; her heart ~ 
was fall ' 
Of passions which had found no natural 
scope, 
Feelings which there had grown but ripened 
not ; ' 
Desires unsatisfied, abortive hope, 
Repinitgs which provoke vindictive thought, 
These restless elements for ever wrought, 
Tormenting in her with perpetual stir, 
And thus her spirit to all evil mov?d ; 
She hated men because they lov’d not her, 
And hated women because they were lov'd, 
And thus in wrath and hatred and despair, 
She tempted hei! to tempt her; and re- 
sign’d 
Her body to the demons of the air, . 
‘Wicked and wanton fiends who, where 
they will, 
Wander abroad still seeking to do ill, 
And take whatever vacant form they 
find, 
Carcase of man or beast, that hfe hath left ; 
Foal instrument for them of fouler mind, 
To thesethe witch her wretched body gave, 
So they would wreak her vengeance on 
mavki nd, 
She thus at once their'mis‘ress’ ae their 
slave ; 
And they to do such service vai loth, 
Obeyed: her bidding, slaves and masters 
both, 
** So from this een intercourse she 
caught 
~ 
Contagious power cf mischief, and was: 
taught 
Such secrets as are damnable to guess: 
Is there a child whose little lovely ways 
Might win all hearts, on whom his parents 
. gaze 
Till they shed tears of joy and tenderness ? 
- Oh! hide him from that witeh’s withering 
sight}: 
Oh! hide him from the eye of Lorrinite ! 
Her look hath crip play in it, and her 
curse 
All plegues which on mortality can light; ; 
Death is his doom if she behold, or worse, 
Diseases loathsome and meurable,: 
And inward sufferings that no eee can 
tell. 
Woe was to him, on whom that eye of 
hate 
Was bent; for certain as the stroke of 
fate, 
lt did its mortal work 5 nor human ints 
_ Could say e the unhappy wretch, her chosen 
prey ; 
For gazing, she consumed his vital 
parts, 
Eating his very core of life fl) 
The wine which from spe noo palm 
“Ap oyer-payment oe delicht!? y : on high 
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