Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1838-10-25

sion had only left him sight. He gazed until
the senses ached with the oyerpowering in
tensity of beauty. Do | dream, he at length
murmured, recovering from the trance intU
which he had been thrown; or is this reali-
ty? Can it be that the gross earth hath
aught so bright, or is this earth clysiun, sent
to mock me, to show how poor my art is p
She hat but once raised her eyes, as she
threw the veil from her, and casting on him
look in which melancholy seemed mingled,
their snowy lids were again cast down. But
that one look wrought deeply; deeper il may
be. than it was. meant. Calnpaspe had new
er seen Appelles, but his fame Ind reached
her. She had heard of his enthusiasm-his
romance she dweIt With rapture on the al
most breathing productions OF his pencil, and
her young heart worshipped him unseen and
now how strangely they had met; they were
togcther-alone. One glance told her he
was all her imagination had pictured him
and that one glance, too, showed him gazing
on her loveliness in mute alteration.
Appelles recalled his wandering faculties.
He turred away, and leaning against col
umn of the apartment, bethought of hisitask
His eyes fell on his pallet, whose colors till
now, had rivalled nature. He would as soon
have matched. them with the hues of the
rainbow as with the radiance of that cheek
rIe had surpassed all that art had of beauti-
full; he had gazed on all that nature had
made bright Of 9Persia's sunny daughters
and had dreamed of all things beautiful, I'M
til his soul became drunk with beauty, and
had conceived images of still more transcen-
dant loneliness, and he had given his visions
life on the glowing canvass; but his dreams
had shaped no such being as this; and he
felt that his art, which he had boosted had
never failed him, was now valueless. How
should he meet Alexander how Danish the
passion that he felt thrilling through every
vein for-he dreaded to think-his masters
favorite He was startled from reflection
by a deep sigh. She had again looked up,
hope that had been inspired by his first look
was crushed, and her feelings burst from her
heart in that deep sigh. He knelt before her,
he gazed once more, and as a tear stole from
under the evelid, and a sob broke from her
bosom, he took her hand; the touch was
magic; his duty, his engagement--all were
forgotten; his feelings were controlless, and
wild words came forth passion in his heart
and on his tongue. The distinctions of rank
were aforementioned, and her cheek was
bent until it rested on his bosom.
The canvass, 1.-THE pencil and pallet, were
all thrown by 4; the attempt was made. I'M
patient for the picture, Alexander sent for
the artist. What of thy task, painter, and
what reward wilt thou demand? Let it be
like thy labor-nothing common. Appelles
trembled, but he knew not with whom he
spoke, and he disguised not. Monarch, cam
not do thy will, Campaspe's beauty is more
than man can paint; would not see her
again for thy treasure: her beauty has mad
dened me, and love her more than life.
know my fate, and am prepared. A bold
subject, thou, Alexander spoke, to dare thus |!
But forgive thee; the fault was mine. l
should not have exposed thee to the trial.
But will she love thee. Appelles! Ifshe will,
take her give thee thy life and Campaspe.
+ From, the United Service Journal.
Extraordinary Sect of Fanatics in 'India.-
Eyer since have been in India, ! have heard
of class of Mussulmans, the disciples of u
sect or saint, by name of Shaikh Ruffai, who,
in order to impress the unbelievers with the
truth of the Mussulman's faith, impaired to
his followers the power of plunging swords
and daggers into their bodies, cutting off their
tongue, frying it, and putting it together
again, cutting off the head and limbs, SCOOP
ing out the eye, and, in truth doing with their
bodies whatsoever it pleased them to do; all
Of which Colonel G., in company with
a clergyman, a Mr.. RI, had seen, when
the latter grew sick and ran out of the place,
declaring 1t was the power Of Satan, which to
this day he believes, and the Colonel that it
is done through the power OF the art of ma.
gic, at which | of course laughed, and de-
clared that, as soon as man of the regiment
(by name Shailkh Kureem, one of these Ruff
fai) should return from furlough, would wit
ness the exhibition.
"A 10 Tent Nc nvxl
fifty lamps furnished, and plates full of arse
mic, and quantities of plant of the cactus
tribe filled with milky juice, a drop of
which, if it rail- on your skin, blisters it, and
a vast quantity Of the common glass BAN
giles, or bracelets, worn by the women, and
daggers, and swords, and things like thick
steel skewers, and other horrid looking wea-
pons like butchers steel, only with large
handle covered with chains, and about 20
Raffais to beat all manner of drums and so
when all was ready, about five of the officers
left the mess table with myself and along
with us about hundred sepoys crowded into
the tent. When we were seated and silence
obtained, the work commenced by sort of
chant from their sacred books, the drum beat
ers joined in and keeping time; the chant
increased at length both in noise and veloci-
ty, until, having worked themselves into an
ecstacy, they seized hold of the instruments,
one through each check, another through the
tongue, a third through the throat, ard then
commenced stabbing with swords and dag
gers, and all sorts of nasty Instruments
Others cut off their tongue, and having roast
ed it in the fire put it in their mouth again,
when it Immediately united they eat then
arsenic and the blistering milk plant whilst
the others munched the glass bangles as
though they; were the greatest delicacies.--
This was all done within half yard of my
knees, for they game up close to me with ma
ny lamps, in order that might see there was
no deception and do assure you that II
made me feel sick. and produced any thing
but agreeable sensations on my mind, for 10
this moment know not what to think of it,
Iam not supersti,ious; and, numerous most