Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1833-10-31

"Alas, sire, you add irony to misfor.
tune! Restore me to my friends, and
my unceasing prisons shall attend you.
"lou do me great injustice, fail
Greek. When Mahomet says aught
to lnJure one so fair and pure as thou
may the tongue that gives utterance to
the foul detraction be mute forever.
You may confide in one whose actions
have ever been conformable to his
words"
81 may trust in thy kingly faith,'
replied the too confding Irene. "Some.
thing tells me thy noble nature would
dlsdain to trample on one whom adj.
verse fortune has reduced to wretched-
nessl" Deal with me, great Sultan,
as if misfortune and myself were &C.
quainted.
"By the living waters of heaven!"
exclaimed the imprisoned Mahomet,
who was completely charmed with the
trusting temper Of his fair captive,
"thy confidence shall not be betrayed.
Transcendent Irene, thou art dearer TO
my eyes than light; ambition and re.
nown are as nothing compared with
thy love-say that | am not hateful to
thine eyes, and | will praise and adore
thee. You shall be to me the crescent
moon--no clouds shall dim thy radi-
ance-you shall ever be the soft and
tender shrine at which / worship"
Mahomet's fine countenance was
lighted up with glow of enthusiasm
which much enhanced his striking ap-
pearance. He was irresistably iascin.
ated with the beautiful Irene. AL
though astounded at this unexpected
burst of feeling, Irene was not insensi.
BILE to the handsome form and COM
handing mind of the ardent Sultan.
The various reports that she had CIV
en- credence to, of Mahomet's austere
and inhuman temperament, she now
fully discredited. Love had usurped
the place of reason, and in her prelu-
diced view, the infatuated Irene saw
nothing to execrate, and every thing
to admire in the avowed and relentless
enemy of her race.
Irene was happy in the favor of the
Sultan, and Mahomet was pleased with
the undivided and boundless love Of his
willing captive. War, ambition and
conquests were thrown aside-shut up
in the depths Of the seraglio, he con-
sumed his time in effcminacy and luxu-
robustness; his closest and most disinter-
ested adherents were denied access, al
though affairs OF vital Importance to
his safety demanded his attention.
Joyous and free, their lives were one
uninterrupted chain Of enjoyment--the
bird Of night sang them to repose, and
they awoke but to quaff again the cup
of Joy replete with bliss. Aurora's
crimson blush, and Cynthia's silvery
rays beamed for them; the flowers
bloomed-the rill murmured--the birds
carrolled--but for them alone.
They rose at one instant, played
sat together, and wherever they went
like Juno's SWANS, still they went coup.
leo, ana lnSeparaDle.
Alas! alas! pleasure never comes
sincere to man, but let, by heaven
upon hard usury. Like rainbows hues
when brightest, it is still the fleetest-
just as the flower had bloomed, and al
its fragrance felt, a blighting storm
arose and crushed it in its zenith.
The soldiers of Mahomet at length
began to murmur at the inglorious in
activity into which their once MARTA
leader had plunged. This indolenc'
was attributed to the agency of tn
Greek slave, Irene, who was said t.
be sorceress, and had by magic spell
and incantations, involved their gene
raj in her accused tolls. What CAV,
FEASIBILITY to this opinion was tina
Mahomet had not been visible to hi
followers since his first interview wit
Irene. They were incensed beyon'
measure at the innocent cause of tn
Sultan's seclusion. From disconten
and INSTRUMENTATION they began to ex
hibit evident symptoms of a genera
revolt. To such phrenzy had tn
excitement arisen, that it became appa
rent that nothing but the life of tn
fated Irene would pacify the multitude
| Nothing could equal the infatuatio
of Mabomet-the sedition of his follow
ers acted as a chain to bind him sti
closer to his fascinating slave-but tn
chord had been strained TO its creates
tension; it at length broke, and rui
and desolation followed its division.
1t was one of those mellow evening
peculiar to tropical climates-the sof
ened sun, shorn Of his fiery beam
shed a golden shower over towe
wave and grove; not cloud was
the amethystine arch of heaven-n'
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