and rushing between them, the Shah's weapon pierced her to the heart, and she sank lifeless to the earth. All were struck mute and motionless with horror at this fatal event. When they had somewhat recovered from their stupor, every eye was fixed upon the Shah. Still, and cold, and silent as a statue, he occupied the same place as at the moment of this fearful catastrophe. His eyes glared fixedly and unmeaningly; and his lips and cheeks were of an ashly paleness. He returned no answer to the enquiries which were made of him, and the import of which it was evident that he did not comprehend. In fact, it was clear that reason had fled from the once highly endowed mind of Abbas Selim; and that the reign of one of the greatest and most highly-accomplished Princes who had ever filled the throne of Persia was terminated. In a state of listlessness and inanity he continued for above a twelvemonth. A few apartments of the Palace were all that remained to him of his once mighty empire, and the sceptre passed into the hands of his Brother. His most faithful and constant attendant was the unhappy Achmet Hassan, whom he had rendered childless; and on whose bosom he breathed his latest sigh. As the hour of death approached, his intellects seemed to return; but his malady had so entirely exhausted his strength, that he could not utter a syllable. Once, from the motion of his lips, it was supposed that he was endeavouring to pronounce the name of Selima; then a faint smile illumined his features, while he pointed to the casement, and the deep blue sky which was seen through it, and his enfranchised Spirit fled to the bowers of Paradise. "FORGET ME NOT." 1829. STANZAS. I WANDER'D by her side in Life's sweet Spring; Round whom my heart's best, fondest wishes clung: Her cheek was fann'd, not smitten, by Time's wing; Her heart Love had drawn sweets from, but ne'er stung; And, as in Youth's, and Beauty's, light she moved, I stood by her again, when her cheek bloom'd And her wan cheek proclaim'd that she was doom'd, And her worn frame her Soul seem'd bursting through; And friends and lovers were around her sighing, I stood by her once more; and, bending down, With Life's warm fires, to mine responsive, burn'd not; And clasp'd her hand, but, as in days by gone, Her heart's thoughts from it's eloquent pulse I learn'd not; Light from her eye, hue from her cheek, had filed, And her warm heart was frozen;-she was dead! "MONTHLY MAGAZINE." LINES Written after visiting a Scene in Switzerland. THOU glorious scene! my wondering eye Hath gazed on thee at last, And by the proud reality Found Fancy's dreams surpass'd. "Twas like the vision which of old * After this I looked, and behold a door was opened in Heaven, and the first voice which I heard, was as it were of a trumpet talking with me; which said, come up hither, and I will shew thee things which must be hereafter:" and immediately I was in the Spirit; and behold, a Throne was set in Heaven, and One sat on the Throne: and He that sat was to look upon like a jasper, and a sardine stone. And before the Throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal. REVELATIONS, Chap. iv. v. 1, 2, 3, and 6. For there the everlasting Alps To the deep azure soar'd; And the Sun on their snowy scalps A present Deity, that Sun Above them seem'd to blaze; Below, the bright lake far and wide Spread like a crystal sea, Whose deep, calm waters seem'd to glide, Eternity, to thee! Long, long, thou glorious scene! shalt thou Within my memory dwell; More vivid and heart-gladd'ning now, Than when I mark'd thee well. More vivid and heart-gladd'ning too, Of thee and thine, ere on my view, For Fancy's picture was a gleam, |