Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1833-06-05
GAZETTE

The WoNDERoUs TALE OF ALRoY: by the
Author Of Vivian Grey vols. HarPers. -
This; wild and extravasantly written story, like
every thing from the pen OF young D'lsrael',
display. mind gifted with extraordinary though
irregular powers. There is the same insight in
to character aud happiness in touching OFT pc
culiar scenes. with more than all the strange
rhapsody that distinguishes bis other writings,
and makes them read occasionally like the pro-
due tons of mailman. The story Of Alroy, at
Ieas, that part of i. upon which the chiei interest
of the move turns, is nothing remarkably new
in its wav. The hero. like Mark Antony, mere.
~ giving M the world for a woman, and being
betrayed BY the syren for whom he sacrifices
fame and character. But we must not destroy
the readers interest by revealing the plot, which
the following extracts will show is made ve-
hice for passages of poetic beauty
How wildly is the engrossing passion, in which
the senses IF the fated Hebrew theftain are
STEPPED. portrayed in the following description
of twilight interview with his mistress;
Sunset sounded from the mInarets. They
arose aud wandered together IN the surrounding
paradise. The ky was tinted with pale VIC.
let flush, a single star floating by the side OF the
white moon, that beamed with dim lustre, soft
and shapeiy as pearl.
:. Beautful,' exclaimed the pensIve Schrene,
as she gazed upon the star "Oh! my Alroy.
why caupu, We ever live alone, aud ever in a
para'iise!"
IL am wesried Of empire" replied Alroy
with A smllp =. let us n !"
els there no island with all that can make
life charming. and yet mpervious to man! How
little do We require. All! il these gardens. IN
stead of being surrounded by hateful Basdad.
we're only encumpasscd by some beautiful ocean,
"My heart, we live in d paradise, and are sell
dom disturbed. thanks to Honan!"
F." But the very consciousness that there are any
other persons existing but ourselves is to me PAIN
ful. Epery one who eren thinks q you seems
TO rob me Of part Of your being"
Not less naturally is described the repining OF
an ardent mind for the want Of opportunities
And even now vivid fash darts through the
darkness Of my mind--methinks, meihInks-
All. worst of woes to dream Of glory in despair.
No. no. live and die a most ignoble thing;
beauty and love, and fame and mighty deed, the
smile of women and the gaze at men, aud the en-
noh!ipu consciousness of worth, and all the merry
course of the creative passlons.-these are not Tor
me.
Portrait Of war horse:-
Short time l ween that stately steed bad part
ed from his desert hume; his naughty crest, his
eve of fire, the glory OF his snort,nS nos'rls, be-
token we'll his conscious pride and pure nobility
Of race. His color was like the sable night shin
ING with a thousand stars, and he paved the
cround with his delicate hoot, like an eagle Hap
ping its wing
His course over the deSert:-
Speed, fleety speed, thou courser bold, and
track the deserts trackless way. Beneath thee
is the boundess EARTH above thee is the bonndless
heaven, an iron soil and braZen sky. Speed,
swiftly speed, thou courser bold, and track the
de ert's rackless way!
All! do.t thou deem these salty plains lead to
thy Yeman's happy groves. and dost thou scent,
on the hot breeze. the spicy breath OF Arahy!
sw Get de,usion. noble steed; Tor this briny viii
deruess leads not to the happy groves ct feman,
and the breath thou scen,est on the coming breeze
is not the spicy breath Of Arahy.
The attributes Of night
Night brings rest; night brings solace; rest to
the weary: soiace to the sad. And to the des-
pera,e night brings despair. The moon has sunk
TO earlv rest; but thousand stars are 10 The SKY
The mighty mountains rise severe 10 the clear
and silent air. In the forest all is still. Ihe IT,
red wind nn longer roams, but has lightly orep
ped on its leaty couch. and sleeps like man. 81
lent all but the iouniain's>drip.
An Island of the desert:
Soon sprans up grove Of graceful palm trees,
with tall thin stems, and bending feathery crowns
lansuid and brauttul. Around the verdant sod
CLEANED like an emerald; silver streams. flowing
from babbling parent spring. wound their white
forms within the bright green turf. From the
grove arose the soitening song Of doves, and
showers Of gay aud sparkling butterflies, borne
on their tinted wings Of shifting light. danced
without danger in tue liquid air. fair and
fresh Oasis!
A lovers rhapsody
Schirenel Schirene! here in this solitude
pour 10 thee the passion long stored up-the pas
sion Of my life, life full Of deep feeling and
creative thought o! beautiful, oh, more than