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of any hostile power, either going nitely below the inhabitants of to or returning from that coun- Hindustan in military knowledge; try: we should become forinidable I have however no doubt that a neighbours to the Dutch and to body of them well disciplined and the Spaniards, and in the event of regularly paid,, would prove as a war with either of them, attack faithful to us, and contribute as with advantage their most valuable much to the security of any possettlements. In short, all the ar- sessions which we might acquire guments in favour of a settlement to the eastward, as the sepoys do at Balambangan may with much to our territories in India. In more propriety be urged for one case of any distant expeditions, in Cochin China

they would be found superior; Should any thing that has being entirely free from all relibeen said, appear sufficiently well. gious prejudices, and having no grounded to induce the Company objection to the sea. to form a settlement in Cochin While Cochin China l'emains in China, it may be effected on prin- its present distracted state, a faciples strictly just and at a small vourable opening is presented to expense. Several of the royal the first European nation that family, besides the Mandarines may attempt to obtain a footing who were in Bengal, with many in the country. Three years ago, officers of the late government, the French sent a frigate to Turon urged me to use my endeavours Bay, and from the pains taken with the government of Bengal to to be informed of the produce and induce it to afford them assistance, political state of the country, promising a powerful support there is strong reason to conclude whenever we should heartily en- some such design was in agitation. gage in their cause : to restore Since that period, the accurate their lawful sovereign to the accounts Mr. Chevalier must have throne, would be now a measure received of Padre Loreiro during so popular, that the sincerity of his residence with him at Chantheir offers cannot be doubted. dernagore, added to the loss of all To relieve an unhappy people their settlements in India, will groaning under the weight of the most probably induce them to remost cruel oppression would be sume it. If they do not, some an act worthy the humanity of other power may arlopt the scheme. the British nation. Fifty Euro. Should the Company therefore enpean infantry, half that number tertain a design of making an esof artillery, and two hundred sea- tablishment in Cochin China, no poys, would be sufficient for this time should be lost in carrying it and every other purpose. The into execution. 1778. natives of Cochin China are infi


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From Moore's Lalla Rookh," an Oriental Romance.

N NE morn a Peri at the gate

Of Eden stood disconsolate;
And as she listen'd to the Springs

Of Life within, like music flowing,
And caught the light upon her wings

Through the half-open portal glowing.
She wept to think her recreant race
Should e'er have lost that glorious place :

How happy,” exclaim'd this child of air,
“ Are the holy Spirits who wander there,

" Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall !
"Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea,
“ And the stars themselves have flowers for me,

One blossom of Heaven out-blooms them all !

" Though sunny the Lake of cool CASHMERE,
" With its plane-tree Isle reflected clear,

" And sweetly the founts of that Valley fall;
“ Though bright are the waters of SING-SU-HAY,
" And the golden floods, that thitherward stray,
Yet-oh 'tis only the Blest can say

How the waters of Heaven outshine them all!

" Go, wing thy flight from star to star,
“ From world to luminous world, as far

" As the universe spreads it flaming wall ;
" Take all the pleasures of all the spheres,
“ And multiply each through endless years,

One minute of Heaven is worth them all !"

The glorious Angel, who was keeping
The gates of Light, beheld her weeping;
And, as he nearer drew and listen'd
To her sad song, a tear-drop glisten'd
Within his eyelids, like the spray

From Eden's fountain, when it lies
On the blue flow'r, which-Bramins say-

Blooms no where but in Paradise !
Nymph of a fair, but erring line !".
Gently he said " One hope is thine.
“ 'Tis written in the Book of Fate,

" The Peri yet may be forgiven
" Who brings to this Eternal Gate

« The Gift that is most dear to Heaven !
" Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin ;
" Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in !"

Rapidly as comets run
To th' embraces of the Sun :-
Fleeter than the starry brands,
Flung at night from angel hands
At those dark and daring sprites,
Who would climb th' empyreal heights,
Down the blue vault the Peri flies,

And, lighted earthward by a glance
That just then broke from morning's eyes,

Hung hovering o'er our world's expanse.

But whither shall the Spirit go
To find this gift for heav'n ?-" I know
“The wealth," she cries, “ of every urn,
In which unnumber'd rubies burn,
" Beneath the pillars of CHILMINAR ;-
“I know where the Isles of Perfume are
“Many a fathom down in the sea,
To the south of sun-bright ARABY ;-
“I know too where the Genii hid
The jewell'd cup of their King JAMISHED,
“ With Life's elixir sparkling high-
" But gifts like these are not for the sky.
“Where was there ever a gem that shone
“ Like the steps of Alla's wonderful Throne ?
" And the Drops of Life-oh! what would they be
“In the boundless Deep of Eternity ?"
While thus she mus'd, her pinions fann'd
The air of that sweet Indian land,

Whose air is balm ; whose ocean spreads


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O'er coral rocks and amber beds;
Whose mountains, pregnant by the beam
Of the warm sun, with diamonds teem;
Whose rivulets are like rich brides,
Lovely, with gold beneath their tides;
Whose sandal groves and bowers of spice
Might be a Peri's Paradise !
But crimson now her rivers ran

With human blood-the smell of death
Came reeking from those spicy bowers,
And man, the sacrifice of man,

Mingled his taint with every breath
Upwafted from the innocent flowers !
Land of the Sun ! what foot invades
Thy Pagods and thy pillar'd shades-
Thy cavern shrines, and Idol stones,
Thy Monarchs and their thousand Thrones?
'Tis He of GAZNA-fierce in wrath

He comes, and India's diadems
Lie scatter'd in his ruinous path. -

His blood-hounds he adorns with gems,
Torn from the violated necks

Of many a young and lov'd Sultana ;
Maidens, within their pure Zenana,

Priests in the very fane he slaughters,
And choaks up with the glittering wrecks

Of golden shrines the sacred waters !

Downward the Peri turns her gaze,
And, through the war-field's bloody haze
Beholds a youthful warrior stand,

Alone, beside his native river,
The red blade broken in his hand

And the last arrow in his quiver.
“ Live," said the Conqueror, “live to share
The trophies and the crowns I bear!"
Silent that youthful warrior stood
Silent he pointed to the flood
All crimson with his country's blood,
Then sent his last remaining dart,
For answer, to th' Invader's heart.

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Swiftly descending on a ray

Of morning light, she caught the last Last glorious drop his heart had shed, Before its free-born spirit fled !

“ Be this,” she cried, as she wing'd her flight,
“My welcome gift at the Gates of Light.
“ Though foul are the drops that oft distil

“ On the field of warfare, blood like this,

“For Liberty shed, so holy is, “ It would not stain the purest rill,

« That'sparkles among the Bowers of Bliss !
Oh! if there be, on this earthly sphere,
“ A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear,

' 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws
“ From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause l',

“ Sweet," said the Angel, as she gave

The gift into his radiant hand, “Sweet is our welcome of the Brave

" Who die thus for their native Land. « But see-alas!-the crystal bar « Of Eden moves not-holier far Than ev'n this drop the boon must be, “ That opes the Gates of Heav'n for thee !"

Her first fond hope of Eden blighted,

Now among Afric's Lunar Mountains,
Far to the South, the Peri lighted;

And sleek'd her plumage at the fountains
Of that Egyptian tide, whose birth
Is hidden from the sons of earth,
Deep in those solitary woods,
Where oft the Genii of the Floods
Dance round the cradle of their Nile,
And hail the new-born Giant's smile!
Thence, over Egypt's palmy groves,

Her grots, and sepulchres of Kings
The exil'd Spirit sighing roves ;
And now hangs listening to the doves
In warm Rosetta's vale- now loves

To watch the moonlight on the wings
Of the white pelicans that break
The azure calm of Meris' Lake.
'Twas a fair scene-a Land more bright

Never did mortal eye behold!
Who could have thought, that saw this night
Those valleys and their fruits of gold



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