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calmly, “ must be my excuse ;" and he displayed the fatal firman. The fallen favorite, thunderstruck, prostrated himself at the feet of the eunuch in agony. “ Return, I pray you," he said, “to our noble master. It is the wine — it is the wine, which has given this order.” But Mesroue was inexorable. “Suffer me, at least," implored the wretched Giafar, “ to retire and make my will.” “That may be done here," answered Mesroue ; " these good men will be sufficient witnesses.” Giafar, accordingly, having declared his intentions orally with regard to his will, which is all that is required by the Mohammedan law, was delivered into the hands of the executioner. When the head was brought to the Caliph, he considered it for some moments with marks of emotion ; then suddenly turning to his attendants, he exclaimed—“Slaves, think ye I can suffer the murderer of Giafar to live ?" This was enough ; in an instant the unhappy instrument of the despot's cruelty suffered the fate which his master so richly merited.

The same day on which the death of Giafar took place, beheld his relatives and adherents degraded from their high station, and either exiled or imprisoned. Among those who were doomed to drag out a brief and loathsome existence within the walls of a dungeon, were the aged Yahia and his four remaining children. No one was allowed to lanient their downfal or eulogize their virtues. Their name was henceforth to be a forbidden sound within the walls of the imperial city. But the efforts of tyranny to suppress the outbreakings of gratitude were vain ; and many a bard chose rather to have the vengeance of the Caliph, than to forget his obligations to the generous and noble hearted Barmecides. Haroun himself, when the first paroxysms of his phrensy had subsided, felt deeply the injustice which he had committed. “It was you,” he would say to the trembling sycophants around him when vexed by any ill-success, “it was you who deprived me of my only faithful servant. Beware of your own turn." He did not, however, long survive his favorite. Disease of body and weakness of mind, brought on by a series of excesses, dragged him to his grave within six years after these events took place; and his last moments were embittered by the recollection of the cruelty which had left him friendless in the hands of hollow-hearted parasites.

In the fate of Abasa, the victim of guiltless passion and a brother's injustice, we cannot but be warmly interested; but on this point we can only conjecture, from the doubtful hints of the chroniclers of those times, that she was driven from the palace with her child, and perished in extreme misery. For the pen of a dramatist there could be no more touching theme than the strange and sad destiny of two beings so apparently formed to tread the brightest paths of life. I have said that the princess possessed a poetical genius of no common order. The following fragment, preserved by an Arabian author of some celebrity, has a mournful sweetness in the original which a translation can but faintly render. It seems to have been written at a time when passion and duty were struggling in the minds of the lovers, and refers to some of the circumstances before mentioned.

“ My love I vainly thought to hide

Within my aching breast;
But fiercer glows the flame that rose,

And will not be represt.

" Yet hear thou not the idle strain, -

Turn, turn those eyes away, --
And death shall shade the wound they made

For ever from the day.

“But if, like mine, thy bosom's fire

Is all too sadly bright,
A brother's hand, a king's command,

Shall quench the glowing light.

“O let me fade in tears away,

As flits the morning dew, --
Nor leave the dart that wounds my heart,

To pierce my Giafar's too."

THE PHILOSOPHY OF SOOTHSAYING.

FROM THE GERMAX.

ATTRACTED by his honest fame,
One morn to noble Cato came
(Filled with dread and fear) a Roman,
And begg'd him to expound an omen.

“ Tell me, Cato!” thus ho cried,
“Tell me what may this betide ?
Last night, while I soundly slept,
Rats into my chamber crept ;
And seizing on my sandals, they
Gnaw'd th' entire soles away,
Leaving but the straps. Kind sir,
What from this may I infer ?”

“Fool!” cried Cato, “why dost thou
Scope to silly fears allow?
Say, doth aught in this appear
Not in the course of nature clear?

Is it strange that rats should eat
Leather, when debarr'd from meat ?
- But if the sandals had assail'd
The rats, and over them prevail'd;
If these by those had been o'erpower'd,
And all except their tails devour'd,

The fact, made manifest and clear,
Might justify your awful fear;
And be esteem'd a certain omen
Of some most direful evil coming.
- Sole-eating rats, or small or great,
Portend no evil to the State;
But, oh, from sandals grown carnivorous,
Pray cach and all, Ye Powers deliver us !"

AN INDIAN TREATY SCENE.

FROM THE JOURNAL OF AN OFFICER.

Great numbers of Indians from every section of the north-western country were assembled to hold a treaty with the United States.

On a large open space, just north of the Fort, was constructed a long and wide temporary shelter, covered with boughs of trees, under which the savages were to assemble to hear the “ talk" of the Commissioners of the United States. A long table was placed across the upper end of the bower, at which sat the three Commissioners, their secretary, and several agents and interpreters. Other benches, around the former, were occupied by officers of the army and other visiters. A silver pipe was now produced, holding near half a gill of Kinnickinic, with a long stem ornamented with blue ribbon, the emblem of peace, fixed into it, and each of the whites took two or three whiffs and passed it to the Indians, who all did the same. In companies of six or eight, the O-maw-haws, large muscular savages, who inhabit the country on the Missouri, a thousand miles above St. Louis, were ranged along the west of this bower. Next to them sat the stern and repulsive looking warriors of the Yanc-tons, who inhabit the regions north-west of the Falls of St. Anthony. Then came the Chippeways, who roam through the almost illimitable extent of country lying to the north and east of Prairie du Chien, also the Winnebagoes, the Sacs, the Foxes, the Potawattamies, Menominies, and many others. They were dressed in their best ; and their fiery eyes shooting through their fantastically colored lids, gave an appearance to them Fell calculated to starile one so unused to such sights as Juan.

One of the Commissioners then rose and commenced an barangue. “ My children,” said he, “ your great Father, the President, has sent us here to buy from you part of your lands.” This the interpreter for each tribe repeated in succession, and as soon as each concluded, tbey whom he addressed, exclaimed, something in the manner of the audiences in the British House of Commons, “ Hear, Hear," by a deep interjectional, gutteral sound, that, as well as it can be expressed on paper, was “ Howe, Howe.” The Commissioner continued, “ we are glad that the Great Spirit has allowed us a bright sky and a clear day to meet together.” This was explained, and met with the “Howe" that is uttered after every sentence. “ The river runs bright, the birds sing in the air, and the face of nature looks smiling ; – these are good signs, they show that our hearts are not foggy, and that our trade will be made in friendship. Your Great Father loves his red children, and wishes to be good to them. They must try to deserve good at his hands; he has a large quantity of land, and his grounds are governed by old and wise chiefs — his villages are full of braves, who never fear the tomahawk or the scalping knife ; some of them even laugh when they stand before the big guns of their enemies. These braves and warriors your Great Father wishes to use for your protection, and to keep peace among his red children; so that, instead of war-parties roaming through the country, you may be at rest, smoke your pipes in security, raise your corn in safety, and make up your packs of furs without molestation. If you know what is good for yourselves, you will open your ears to the words of your Great Father, and do as he says. Be careful then, and do not listen to bad birds which are flying about and whispering black lies to you. Your Great Father knows there are many of these, and he wants us to put you on your guard. These birds will eat up your corn, and destroy your families; they will make you look one way, while they fly the other with your wives, your children, your goods. Mind what I say, I've got only one way of talking—I dont say 'yes' with one side of my mouth and no' with the other. My words come out of the middle, and I dont talk crooked.” He then went on and finished the speech, by stating the object of purchasing land for which they were assembled.

The eyes of the savages were fastened on the speaker as he proceeded, but when, through their interpreters, they were made acquainted with the offers made for their lands, a gloom overspread their countonances, and their eyes were lowered to the ground. As the speaker discontinued “Car-ree-maun-nee,” or “ the turtle that walks,” started

to his feet, and bis eagle eye glanced with a lightning glare into the eyes of each of that vast assenıblage ; and then, as if it had learned in that transient look the minds of all, it rested with a startling fierceness on the former speaker. His wild, jet, entangled hair streamed down his back, which was only partly covered by the blanket that hung with a Roman grace over his left shoulder, and which, being gathered round his loins, was held by his left hand, which grasped the folds with ex. cited nervousness. His face was blackened with charcoal, for he was in mourning, - his breast was striped with white clay - on his blanket were the vermilion prints of ten hands, which numbered the scalps he himself had taken; his foot seemed to spurn the ground on which he stood. The expression of his countenance was of a mixed nature ; it was hard to tell which predominated, the deep melancholy of a bleeding þeart or the savage ferocity of an excited soul. His manner, as he spoke, was full of energy; as he proceeded, he beat his hand upon his breast, which swelled and ebbed like the tumultuous ocean; and, as the words came raging from his mouth with the impetuosity of the resistless surge, even those who did not understand the deep guttural of his Winnebago tongue, felt roused by a feeling indescribable in its nature. He was the orator of his tribe, and those who have listened to him will never forget his manner.

“ The Red man,” said he," is the friend of the white man, the red man listens to the words of his Great Father. The Great Spirit tells the red man that it is right, and when our father sends his long knives amongst us, we treat them well. You have much land — heap of land

- but you want more; I say no. It is a story amongst us, that before our fathers, a long time ago, gave your fathers a little land to put their feet on, they had to live in big canoes, tossed about in the big waters which reach to where the sun goes to sleep. The Great Spirit gave you no land, so you begged a little ;" he said this with a sarcastic smile of indignation — “from us - a very little land from us; as soon as you got it, you pushed us off, and off, and off, and soon you would force us into the big waters, and so we would be worse off than you were at first, for the Great Spirit might not give us any of those big canoes you used to live in. No, I say; and I hope those around me will say the same ; we want our land, and sell it not. You have enough; what do you want of the graves of our fathers ? They'}} do you no good. We wish to keep them. This bosom has been torn lately - a little tree that was planted here has been torn up by the roots, and I have planted it on a mountain top. Do you wish me to sell that spot - to sell the bones of my child !-- a brave boy- sixteen winters had but just passed him, and already was he the owner of two scalps taken by his own hand ; and one of these,” he cried, showing the skunk-skin whose bushy tail wayed from his ancles and trailed

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