The Sun.
London, England, 1846-10-19 00:00:00

was a Circassian ! and Selim tenderly clasped the fair
hand of his bride.

" Did she know from what part of the country she
came ?—She was but eight years old when she had been
sold, and sent to Constantinople, but she still remem-
bered the place where she was born. and she named it.
—The village inhabited by her family ?—She named it
too. What was her father's name ?—Khosrew. What
her mother's ?—Ameneh.

" These questions had succeeded each other with in.
creasing rapidity, and every answer returned had ap.
peered to heighten the eager emotions of Selim.
" Had she any brothers ? he continued with stil

deeper earnestness.—One. What was his- name, and
how old was he ?—He was called Halil, and he was an
infant in arms when she had been sent from her
country.
" Selim appeared to breathe more freely. And had
she never bad another brother ? he resumed.—Yes, she
had had an elder brother, named Schamyl, but she had
no recollection of him, for he had been kidnapped shortly
atter she WAS born, and her parents had never heard of
him more.

" As Hafiza pronounced these last words the counte•
nance of. Sclim assumed a deadly paleness ; he gazed at
her for a moment with wild and haggard eyes, then
violently dashing from him the hand he held in both of
his, he arose and rushed from the room.

Unable to account for the suddt:;frenzy exhibited
by her husband, the trembling Hafiza followed, and
found him in an adjoining chamber, leat.ing, against the
wall for support, his face hitieen in his hands.
" What means this violent emotion ?' she irquired,
timi,lly approaching him. Is my Selim ill ?'
" With a gesture of impatience he bade her begone.
" Selim, yQu are angry with me,' she, pc rsisted, cast-
ing her arms round him ; 'how have I offended you, uh
my husband ?"_

He struggled to break away from her, but in vain,
for his strength appeared to have abandoned him.
Leave me, as you love Heaven !' he faltered in a tone
of anguish. , Hafiza, our dream of love is at an end—
./ am your lost BROTHER !'
" God is great !' ejaculated Hafiza, shrinking back
in consternation ; he has scattered ashes rpon our
head, but he has spared us the commission of a dreadful
crime I'
* * *

" The unnatural union was immediately dissolved,
an I both brother and sister eventually contracted more
fortunate marriages. Selim Bey in progress of time be-
came Selina Pacha, and his long tenure of office as
Governor of Upper Egypt, proves that to this day he
continues to enjoy the favour of his patron, Mohammed
Ali."

This is precisely such a story as Lord Byron
would have revelled in " singing in immortal verse."
Mrs. Romer, we regret to observe, has her prejudices
as well as most other people. Sometimes, too, she
evinces an ignorance of history which is deplorable.
She says, in vol. IL, p. 178, " Jaffa has been lament-
ably celebrated in modern times by Napoleon's
butchery of his Turkish prisoners and of his own sick
and wounded." It is absolutely intolerable to see
this old blundering calumny revived again and again
in just such a flippant sentence as this, after it has
been extinguished on the most conclusive evidence.
We cannot afford either the time or space to give a
detailed refutation ourselves, but we confidently refer
every one who is not already satisfied upon the sub-
ject to Hazlitt, to /11olitholon, to Rovigo, to O'Meara,
to the MSS. of St. Helena, to W. H. Ireland, and a
multitude of unanimous witnesses. Sir Robert Wil-
son and Mr. Goldsmid have long since been proved
to be romancers ; and among our own countrymen,
besides Ireland, O'Meara, and Hazlitt, the calumnies
have been discountenanced by Mr. Warden andby Dr.
Clark, of Cambridge. Mrs. Romer will then find that
the French soldiers were not poisoned, and that the
Arab soldiers were punished as they richly deserved.
Before leaving this very admirable work, we must
observe that it is embellished by several characteristic
lithographic plates. Mrs. Romer has written a beau-
tiful book upon a magnificent theme.