American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-11-19
From the New Haven Courier.
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CHAPTER /.
"Theres bower of roses by BeRdeemeT's strgam
And the nightingale sings round it all the day longs
In the time Of nay childhood twas like a sweet dream
To sit in line roses and hear the birds song "
LALLA RooKH.
GailY shone the last beams of the sinking sun
on the gorgeous domes and minarets of popu-
ious Eastern city, now gtterng i'll the bright
beams like FURNISHED gold. One magnificent
palace lowered proudly above the surrounding
structures, its spacious saloons now splendldly
ilumined by the effulgent rays Of the departing
king of day. Within one of those superb apart
ments, habited in the richest costumes of the
East, and surrounded by all the Injuries of the
yoluptuous country, was Eudora, pacing the
long apartment sorrowfnlly and in tears. Sud
denly the bells pealed forth their summons to
the evening prayer. But no aspiration arose
from that young heart, although as the chime
struck her ear she paused an instant, listening
to the musical tones, while her lip curled in
bitter scorn, and the lofty spirit that shone out
in her resplendent eye, darted something like
defiance. "God Is God, and Mahomet is his
prophet!' rung through the air, and she smiled
in naughty contempt.
A soft melodous note trembed on the hush
ed silence of the room She lifted her eyes to
the CAGE that hung on the shining wall, and
listening moment to the plaintive song, burst
into tears. "Thou and are both capuves,
sweet warbler" murmured she in tones scarce
ly less musical. ''and surely fitting compan-
ions. Though ell thy prison is splendor, thou
slightest as do, to wander in freedom from
flower to flower, famed by the pure breeze of
Heaven" Softly and sadly were these few
words whispered, and sinking upon rich pile OF
cushions, she buried her face in the long raven
hair.
The sun had sank into obscurity, and dim
twilight stolen softly in his Footsteps Slaves
entered, bearing lamps that filled the room
with odors, and retired. Eudora started as the
last echo of their tread died away, and gentle
looking young girl approached her.
"Ah! Fenella!" sighed the lady, E. bright
dream of home has shed halo of JOY over my
repose; that home which was my peaceful
abode, before the captive of this despicab!e Mus
sulman, was Gagged up with house full of
senseless dells, who have not spirit enough to
distinguish freedom from slavery, and who are
fair samples of their Prophets theory; for no
one could Imagine they ever felt within them
the promptings Of what bore the semblance Of
a soul. Your companionsmp is my only So
lace. But oh! this accused religion! How
can daughter of Abraham endure to hear the
name of base imposter anited with the awful
one of the God of her fathers, in the devotons
of those around herr"
HTrue, there is sore trial, and my heart is
wrung with pity for this whole besotted city
and nation, replied Fenella, bowing her head,
so as in some measure to escape the searching
glance which these words drew upon her, from
the beautiful bgot. 81 have little pity for
them, ''she rejoined quickly, with her eye kind
ling in passionate fire, 81 only desire they may
all be swept away by the just judgment of the
Almighty, for they have devoured Jacob, and
laid waste his dwelling place" Fenella essay
ed reply, but with blanched face, and a
form trembling like the aspen, the words died
away, and yielded to an rrepresSlele flood OF
tears.
"My beloved friend" said the Jewess, ten
derby, but not without surprises" unfold to
me thy SORROWS. What has so strangely dis
composed thee?'
81 must tell thee, + ldora, can no longer
conceal my heart from my dearest friend
Know then that have embraced doctrines,
which, though they strengthen my adherence
of Mahometanism, do yet teach me to love and
pity its poor dupes, and pray the God OF my
Fathers to onghten and save them. Indeed,
believe in Him who, dying duplicated Tor
his cruel muyderers"