into his room as the door opened, but he was too quick for me and leapt out of bed on the other side; before I could run round he had seized a brace of pistols, one of which luckily missed fire. and as the other went off I raised his arm just in time to save one of my men who made a rush at his throat and held him like a tiger, pinned to the wall. Amongst his papers were found letters and memoranda which plainly shewed that he was the median of an active correspondence between Lords Holland, Durtain &c., and. Napoleon and his friends in France. I took him in a post-chaise to Harwich, at that time one of the chief Packet-Ports, but had a deal of trouble with him on the road, for although he had gi ten his parole to rentain quiet he made several attempts to escape, and I was at last obliged to handent him. At one town where we changed horses he tried to excite the pity of the people by thrusting his hands thro' the carriage window-glass and wiping the blood over his face, crying in a melancholy tone "murder! murder! diable! diable"! This of course created a stir and drew a mob round our Inn in the midst of the fray the mayor followed by two or three constables strutted into the room and began talking very big about preserving the peace and protecting the lives and liberties of his Majesty's subjects, ending by calling upon me to make over my charge to him under divers pains and penalties. I made no reply to his official insolence but contented myself with showing him the King's warrant and asking him if he possessed any greater authority. The little great man was humbled in a moment, and soon took his leave with a profusion of bows. I was right glad to find on my arrival at Harwich that a packet was in waiting to convey my prisoner to Helvoetsluys, and lost no time in surrendering him to the captain and taking a receipt. My trouble with him, however, did not end there, for the scoundrel sent a long memorial of pretended il usage received from me, to his friend Lord Holland who brought the case before the House, and obliged me to clear myself to my Lord Sidmouth who explained the matter the following night, and set the General's conduct in it's true light.

THE CREATION AND FALL OF ADAM,

ACCORDING TO THE TRADITIONS OF THE MAHOMEDANS

(Extracted from the SEERA, an epic poem written in Tamil' by the poet OMAR.)

When GOD resolved to create Adam in order to glorify his prophet Mahomed, he commanded the Angel Izraeel to fetch for that purpose some earth from Mediua, and having caused it to be washed in all the rivers of Paradise, formed out of it with his own hands the body of Adam, and infused his spirit into it,

As soon as Adam began to have breath in his nostrils, he opened his eyes, and found the creed, "Lahi la-ha-illallah MABOMED resool allah" (There is no GOD but GOD, and Mahomed is his prophet), written over the Gate of Para

dise. He gave glory to God, and afterwards addressed himself to him and said, “O LORD God, incomprehensible! I know not who is Malomed, whose name I find affixed to thine in the writing over the gate of Paradise, resplendent with sparkling gems." GOD replied, “O Adam, not begotten of woman he is the prophet, whom I will raise up in thy generation in after time, that he may, shining like a lamp, dispel the darkness of superstition and establish the true faith in the world. Were it not for him, I should not have created any thing, not even thyself."

The Noor, or ray of divine intelligence being descended upon Adam, God proclaimed him regent of the universe, and desired every creature to fall down and worship him. All the angels worshipped him, except Azazil, who was therefore damned, and had the name of Iblis or devil conferred on him. Adam hating evinced much uneasiness on account of his lonely life, GOD formed Häuva (Evɛ) out of his side and directed her to attend on him. As Eve entered the presence of Adam, he, being unable to restrain bis passion, attempted to grasp her hand; but she refused to allow bim even to touch her, saying, "Pay me first the Maggar i, e. dowry." As Adam could not satisfy her demand, he was much afflicted, and implored the help of God, who thereupon hade him recite the creed ten times in lieu of the dowry which he did accordingly.

Adam and Eve lived happily together in Paradise; but being seduced by Iblis to eat of the forbidden fruit, they were cast down from heaven, Adam fell in Serendib, and Eve near Gidda† and remained separated from each other for a very long time, until GoD moved by their entreaties, brought them together on mount Arafa at Mecca.

Adam lived 1,000 years, and had by Eve forty children in twenty births. The following is a list of the patriarchs from Adam to Abraham :

8. Mathusalahoo, Methusalah

9. Lámech. Lamech

10. Nooh. {

Noah. He was born 1060 years after the death of Adam, and lived 950 years.

11. Sham. Shem

12. Arfaxad. Arphaxad
13. Salooh. Selah

14. Yeber. Heber
15, Palahu. Peleg
16. Rahu. Reû~
17. Sarooh. Serug
18. Nahoor. Nahor
39. Turah. Terab

10. Ibrahim

Abraham. He was born 1048 years after the death of Noah, and lived 200 years.

* Ceyion. In Arabia,

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AVASTO.N

Canto II.

I.

Twas as lovely a morn as ever broke,
The spell of the darksome night,
And joyously all creation awoke,
To hail the return of light,

The fire edged clouds lay peaceful and still,
With the sun rays glancing between,
Reflected back from the sparkling rill.
That flow'd at the base of Blacklow Hill,
And freshen'd its pasture green,

And the gladsome lark on untiring wing,
Seem'd from the Earth to the Heavens to spring.
And downwards again and his matin song,

Rung sweet on the stilly air,

And the strain was resum'd by a countless throng, Fast And Echo seem'd gaily the sounds to prolong, And all was beauty there.

2.

'Tis strange where nature is loveliest seen,

The heart of man should swell,

Where the starry Hosts in their glittering sheen,
Beam forth from the skies that are most serene,
His spirit should most rebel,

And that which might almost a Heav'n have been,
His passions have made a Hell.

3.

Yet look to the East, the lovely land,"
Which yields to the ever grasping hand,
The gifts of the rich unceasing soil,
Free from all labor, free from all tiol,
And mark ye the deeds from earliest time,
Of rapine, and slaughter and blood, and crime.
Mark ye the dark and fearful throng,

Of heartless murder and savage wrong,
That have cast a deep and deathless stain,
From Stamboul's wall to the Deccan 's plain.

4.

On Blacklow Hill at break of day,
Were gather'd a warlike band
Whose dented Mail and wild array,

And the crimson stain'd and sheathless brand, And one who stood with shackled hand Be spoke the recent fray.

5.

Against an elm, and in the shade
Its broad and leafy branches made,
Sir Ernest Trevor trebly leant:
His sunken eyes were downward bent,
So motionless you might have deem'd
"Twas some Sepulchral monument;

Or form perchance of one who dream'd
By mystic spell in slumber deep,
A living death-a wakeless sleep.

6.

He gazed not on the throng who made
That morning council's wild parade;
He saw his direst deadliest foe
With fetter'd limb, nor telt the fire
Of hatred's gratified desire,

Or fierce resentments fever'd glow;
For he mused on better and nobler things,
In the depths of his soul's most secret springs
And though that foe had remorslessly fell'd
The hopes and the joys he had dearest held,
And made him the foremost in civil strife
And darken'd his pictur'd path of life,
With deep undying unvanishing gloom,
Yet he spoke not a word to aid his doom.
But his spirit was wand'ring far away
To many a lovely but fleeted day;
And he seem'd on the wing of mem'ry borne
To his joyous boyhood's opening moin.
The scenes he had known repass'd him by,
From the hours of early infancy,

To his manhoods best and proudest bloom.
And forms now sleeping in the tomb,
Forms that long and for ever had fled
The silent but unforgotten dead,
Seem'd by a wizard spell to rise
And pass before his mortal eyes,
And in spectral silence to hover nigh
His soul in its passionless reverie.

7.

Piers, silent stood, with folded arm,
Though pale his cheek, his brow was calm;

Though captive bound he still defied
The conquering chieftains by his side.
And sternly as the stubborn rock
When storms convulse the mighty deep,
And rushing billows past it sweep,
Yet quails not at the tempest shock,
He stood unheeding the debate,
For well be knew his settled doom,
The ready axe-the silent tomb.
And little reck'd what savage hate,
That bitter doom could aggravate.
With proud resolve and brow serene,
Unquivering lip and haughty mien,
He brav'd his fate.

8,

He heard unmor'd each Baron give
His sanction to the stern decree:
And sooth would scarce have deign'd to live
Dependent on their clemency.
He heard unmov'd the sentance given

That was to snap apart the chain

Of busy life and he had striven
With them upon the battle plain,

And through their foremost phalanx driven
But fought in vain,

9.

Yet when Earl Warwick spoke-his eyes,

Rekindled with the sudden fire

Of feirce and deeply seated ire, And flash'd upon him scorntully: "Piers Gavaston the hand of Heaven. "Has bounded thus thy life of crime, "Renounce thy false heart's honied leaven "And fitly spend the fleeting time, "That yet on Earth remains for thee. "And brief it is, for ere the chime "Now pealing from yon belfry tower, Shall note another vanish'd hour, "Thy soul must face eternity.

10.

“I will not taunt thee with the thought
"Of all the ill that thou hast wrought,
"For well I know reflection brings
Home to the heart its sharpest stings
"And though that heart itself may steel,