DEATH SONG.—FROM the Arabic. [FROM THE MANUSCRIPT JOURNAL OF A LATE TRAVELLER IN EGYPT.]

The current was against us, and as we came near the city (Cairo) the wind lulled almost into a calm. While we were busy at the oar, we heard some unusual sounds on the river's side, and our watermen suddenly threw themselves on their faces, and began a prayer. A procession was seen in a few moments after, advancing from a grove of date trees at a short distance from the bank. It was a band of Bedouins, who, in one of their few ventures into the halfcivilized world of Lower Egypt for trade, had lost their Chief by sickness. The train were mounted, and the body was borne in the middle of the foremost troop in a kind of palanquin, rude, but ornamented with the strange mixture of savageness and magnificence, that we find not unfrequently among the nobler barbarians of the East and South. The body was covered with a lion's skin; a green, gold embroidered flag waved over it; and some remarkably rich ostrich feathers on lances made the pillars and capitals of this Arab hearse. The tribe seemed not to observe our boat, though they moved close to the shore: their faces were turned to the setting sun, which was then touching the horizon in full grandeur, with an immense canopy of gorgeous cloud closing round him in shade, on shade of deepening purple. The air was remarkably still, and their song, in which the whole train joined at intervals, sounded most sweet. Their voices were deep and regular; aud, as the long procession moved slowly away into the desert, with their diminishing forms, and fading chorus, they gave us the idea of a train passing into eternity. I send you a translation of their song or hymn, such as I could collect it from the unclassic lips of a Cairan boatman:

Our Father's brow was cold; his eye
Gazed on his warriors heavily;

iles distant, I directed my steps to a small ttage; at the door of which, in a woodbine bour, sat a man of about sixty, who was socing himself with a pipe. In the front of his ouse, was afixed a small board; which I ceived to contain an intimation, that trallers might there be accommodated. Adtessing myself therefore, to the old man, I quested his assistance; which he readily ante: but, on my mentioning an intention remaining at his house all night, he reetted that it was not in his power to receive E; and the more o, as there was no inn in village.

It was not till now, that I discovered my for concerning the board over the door; fich contained a notification, that there was ght that useful art, of which, if we credit Baddeley's Memoirs, a certain noble lord 50 grossly ignorant. In short, my friend red to be the school-master, and probably, etary, to the hamlet.

Alairs were in this situation, when the car of the village made his appearance. Hẹ one of the most venerable figures I had

seen: his time-silvered locks shaded his ple; white the lines of misfortune were, but too visible in his countenance. me had softened, but could not efface, them." On seeing my broken equipage, he adssed me; and, when he began to speak, Scountenance was illumined by a smile" I sue, Sir," said he, that the accident have just experienced will render it imle for you to pro ced. Should that be frase, you will be much distressed for lodg. the place affording no accommodations travellers; as iny parishioners are neither g. nor able, to support an aje-house; and, e have travellers, we have litte need of But, if you will accept the best accomdation my cottage affords, it is much at your

tice."

As we entered the hamlet, the sun was gildwith his departing beams, the village te: while a gentle breeze refreshed the ry hinds; who, seated beneath the veneracaks that overshadowed their cottages, e reposing themselves, after the labours of day, and listening attentively to the tale an old oldier; who, like myself had wanred thus far, and was now distressed for a dging. He had been in several actions, in of which he had lost a leg; and was now many other brave fellows

"Doom'd to beg

bitter bread, thro' realms his valour sav'd." My kind host invited me to join the crowd, ad listen to his tale. With this request I lily complied. No sooner did we make our pearance, than I attracted the attention of ary one. The appearance of a stranger, in a amlet two hundred miles from the capital, is

generally productive of surprise; every one examines the new comer with the most attentive observation. So wholly did my arrival engross the villagers, that the veteran was obliged to deter the continuation of his narrative, till their curiosity should be gratified.

Every one there took an opportunity of testifying the good-will they bore my venerable host, by offering him a seat on the grass. The good man and myself were soon seated; and the brave veteran resumed his narrative, in the following words-" After," continued he, “I had been intoxicated, I was' carried before a justice, who was intimate with the captain; at whose request, he attested me, before I had recovered my senses to see the danger I was encountering. In the morning when I came to myself, I found I was in custody of three or four soldiers; who, after telling me what had happened, in spite of all I could say, carried me to the next town, without permitting me to take leave of one of my neighbours. When they reached the town, it was market day: and I saw several of the people from our village, who were ail sorry to hear what had happened, and endeavoured to procure my release, but in vain. After taking, an affecting leave of my neighbours, I was mar bed to Port-mou h; and there, together with a hundred more, embarked for the coast of Africa. During the voyage, not of our number died, or became so en eebied by sickness as to make them untit for service. This was owing, partly to the climate, partly to the want of water, and partly to connement in the ship. When we reached the coast of Africa, we were landed, and expersea red every possible cruelty from our officers at length, however, a man of war arrived, who had lost several marines in a late act on; and I. with some others, was sent on board to serve on that station.

Soon

after we put to sea, we fell in with a French man of war. In the action, lost my leg, and was near being thrown overboard: but the humanity of the chaplain preserved my life: and, on my return to England, procured my discharge. I applied for the Chelsea bounty: but it was refused me, because I lost my limb when acting as a marine: and as I was not a regular marine, I was not entitled to any protection from the Admiralty. Therefore, I am reduced to live on the good-will of those who pity ny misfortunes. To be sure, mine is a hard lot: but the King does not know it; or, God bless his Majesty! he is too good to let those starve who have fought his battles."

The village clock now striking eight, the worthy Vicar rose; and, slipping something into the old man's hand, desired me to follow him. At our departure, the villagers promised to take care of the old man. We returned the farewell civilities of the rustics, and directed our steps to the vicarage.

It was small, with a thatched roof. The front was entirely covered with woodbine and honeysuckle, which strongly scented the circamambieut air. A grove of ancient oaks, that sur

rounded the house, east a solemn shade over, and preserved the verdure of the adjacent lawn, through the midst of which ran a small brook, that gently murmured as it flowed. This, together with the bleating of the sheep; the lowing of the herds; the village niurmurs; and the distant barkings of the trusty curs, who were now entering on their offices as guardians of the hamlet; formed a concert, at least equal to that in Tottenham-Court Road.

On entering the wicked, we were met by a little girl of six years old. Her dress was simple, but elegant; and her appearance such as spoke her destined for a higher sphere. As soon as she had in ormed her grandfather that supper was ready, she dropped a curtsey, and retired. I delayed not a moment to congratulate the good old man on possessing so great a treasure. He replied but with a sigh; and we entered the house, where every thing was distinguished by an air of elegant simplicity that surprised me. On our entrance, he introduced me to his wife, a woman turned of forty, who still possessed great remains of beauty, and had much the appearance of a woman of fashion. She received me with easy politeness, and regretted that she had it not in her power to entertain me better. I requested her not to distress me with unnecessary apologies, and we sat down to supper. The little angel, who welcomed us at the door, now seating herself opposite to me, offered me an opportunity of contemplating one of the finest faces I had ever beheld. My worthy host, observing how much I was struck with her appearance, directed my attention to a picture which hung over the mantie. It was a striking likeness of iny little neighbour, only on a larger scale

That, Sir," said he, "is Harriet's mother. Do you not think that there is a vast resemblance? To this assented: when the old man put up a prayer to Heaven, that she might resemble her mother in every thing but her unhappy fate. He then started another conversation; without gratifying the curiosity which he had excited concerning the fate of Harriet's mother, for whom I already felt my. selt much interested.

Supper being removed, after chatting some time, my worthy host conducted me to my bed-chamber; which was on the ground-floor, and lined with jessamine that was conducted in at the windows. After wishing me goodnight, he reticed, leaving me to rest. The beauty of the scenery, however, and my usual propensity to walk by moon-light, induced me leave my fragrant cell,

When I sallied, the moon was darting her temperated rays though the shade that surrounded the cottage, tipping the tops of the venerable oaks with silver. After taking a turn or two op the lawn, I wandered to the spot-" where the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." It was small; and, for the most part, surrounded with yew-trees of an ancient date, beneath whose solemn shade many generations had mouldered into dust.

No sooner did I enter than my attention sa caught by a pillar of white marble placed e the summit of a small eminence; the bed which was surrounded with honeysuckles, woodbines, while a large willow overshadow ed the pillow.

As I was with attention perusing the ep taph, I was not a little alarmned by the proach of a figure cloathed in a long rob

The apparition continued advancing towar me, with a slow step, and it's eyes fixed on th ground; which prevented it from observ't me, till we were within reach of each other

Great was my wonder, at recognizing worthy host in this situation; nor was astor i hment less, at finding his guest courting the appearance of goblins and fair

After each hid expressed the surprise felt, I proceeded to enquire whose dust w there enshrined. To my que tion he return answer" There, Sir, sleeps Harriet's ther; an innocent, but unfortunate wom Pardon me, Sir," said he, “if for a met I indulge my sorrow, and bedew my Hare grave with tears; a tribute that loften p her much-loved memory, when the rest of t world are lost in sleep!"-Here he paused, a seemed much agitated. At length, he req ed my permission to defer the recital of riet's woes till the next day, as he found self unequal to the task of proceeding in 1 painful detail. To this proposal, I readily i ceded, and we returned home.

(To be Continued.)

FOUNDED ON A LATE FACT.

Miss Bridget Adair lived up one pair of stais,

In a street leading out of Soho; And, though lovely and fair, had seen thirty ye Without being blest with a beau.

But it happened on May Day, (the morning fine,)

And she heard in her passage a tread;It was just as the clock of St. Ann's had gone na

And Miss Bridget was just out of bed.

The tread it drew nearer the knocker it stim And a rapping did gently ensue ;"Who's there!" said Miss Bridget-a was heard,

or

Madam, I die for you!"

"What, for me does he die?" said the le stricken maid;

To the glass, as she bustled in haste; She adjusted her gown-put her cap on her he And adorned with a ribbon her waist.

Pit-a-pat went her heart, as she open'd the de And a stranger appear`d to her view; Stepping in with a smile, and a bow to the fo He said "Madam, I die for you."

Dick now stood aghast-twenty others the while
Roar'd for goods, like a battling host:-
The counters were heap'd in a terrible pile;
His countenance lost its soft, simpering smile,
And his patience quite gave up the ghost.

'Confusion!' he stammers with rage nearly burst,

And his face not in graces or loves; "Were ever poor mortais like shopkeepers curst; Why, in Lucifer's name, did you not ask at first, For Ladies' Short White French Silk Gloves?'

ON THE MARRIAGE OF A YOUNG LADY TO MR. GEE.

Sure, Madam, by your choice, your taste we see, What's good, or great, or grand, without a G? A Godly glow must sure on G depend;

Or oddly low our righteous though's must end:The want of G a. gratitude effaces,

And without G the Graces would run races!

FEMALE LOQUACITY.

(FROM RABELAIS.)

Two gossips prating in a church,--
The devil, who stood upon the lurch,
In short-hand, on a parchment roll,

Wrote down the words; and when the scroll
Could hold no more, it was so full,
His devilship began to pull,

And stretch it with his teeth, which, failing,
He knock'd his head against the railing.-
St. Martin laugh'd, though then at mass,
To see the devil such an ass,

To think a parchment roll, or even a skin,
Could hold two women's chat, when they begin.

REVENGE, OR, FATHERLY KINDNESS.

(FROM AN AMERICAN PAPER.)

A vixen wife, who felt the horsewhip's smart, Ran to her father, begged he'd take her part;"What's your fault?" said he; "come, state

the case:"

"I threw some coffee in my husband's face,

For which he beat me;" "Beat you, did he! d's life,

He, beat my daughter! zounds! I'll beat his

wife;

If for such faults, he gives my daughter pain,
Come but his wife—I'd whip her home again!"
A GIANT FISHING.

His angle fashion'd of a sturdy oak,
His line a cable, ne'er by tempest broke;
His hook he baited with a dragon's tail,
He sat upon a rock and bobb'd for whale.