The spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1840-1844, 1840-08-14
THE SPIRIT BRIDE.
ny HENRY HARRINGTON.


"Selim," said the Calph IIa6z al Veshnb to
his Vizier as habited like dervishes, for conceal
ment, they passed one evening along the streets OF
Bagdad-"who IL the occupant OF this exquisite
mansion 2!
"It is the home of IIame,, who secluded from
the world in his paradise there gdes smoothly
down the stream of time
Is it so,' cried the Caliph-"I must converse
with him, and fathom his motives for retirement.
His Indifference to elevation ID mysterious and un-
usual. | must see him."
The Vzier hated IIamet' and therefore led the
Calph with pleasure to his abode. Hamet with
out knowing their rank, received them courteous
w. and rendered his Inequalities. The wealth and
nagnilicence the Caph saw around him filled
hun with envy, and when he had left the house he
gave the yindictiye Selm full cence TO ruin the
nnonending IIamct. This was soon accomplished
by arbitrary edcts, and lIamct, striped of all but
q ptance of his wealth, was compelled TO take
refuge from his powerful enemies in poor house
in the suburbs of the city. But there he preserved
his c0ntcntnent, and endcavored TO find calmness
in philosophy.
One night when three months had passed away
as he slept on his lowly pillow visions that seemed
to him but pleasant dreams fitted across his mind
A countenancc too fair for carh-such as an lIou-
over hm-smiled swecly upon him., and in sill
very accents bidding him to hope, yanishhd n.
way When he awokc, he could not dismiss the
blissful illusions from his thoughts. All day h
dYclt upon il and at night resigned himself to sceJ
forever, If but that face might gladden. his reposc
1t came again.-again it babe him hopc and theI
it whispered, ''Ilie TO the fairy glen, on Tigris
bauks--I will be there" When morning CANT
and he arose the tone, tho words, yet fingered il
his memory. How weary were the hours of sun
light! Darkness was day to Hamet, for darkness
brought those charming features, that beamet
more brightly than the sun. II came at last, an,
again he slept. Once more oh Mahomet, one,
more those dark and lustrious, yet gentle eyes
those ruby lp5-that glowing cheek-that heav
enly smile were before him Once more, TO,
that voice like tnkling bells in its sweetness, wills
pered, ellie to the fairy glen on Tigris banks
will be there"
Were i, but the vanity Of heated Imagination
il would not harm him TO seek the fairy gen AM
he went. That glen was fair to his sight-a brigh
stream murmured through it with sparkling wa
tcrs-nowers in richest blazonry Of hue iringed il,
verdant banks; and the soft breathing of thu
breeze waited perfumes to the senses. tie paus
&c by the side Of the slreamlet and gaZed arount
him. Oh, was that vision fase' No. no! Their,
was 1t, IN shadowy outline, towering before him
and gracefully beckoninug, him to follow! Ham
OF claspcd his hands in delight and obeyed I
led him up the glen keeping ever by the bank o
the rivulet and turning at intervals TO encour
age him until he had climbed steep ACTIVITY O
rocks, down which the waters poured from leda,
lishins its tiny current into snowy foam ant
stood beside lake by scene Of beauty too ey.
quisite for sense. A thousand peaks, whose pro.
jectng erags cleaned with imbeded gems o
richest lnsture, lifted themselves upwards. The
waters Of the lake were clear as chrystal asd a.