New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1851-03-11

new 70 the eve oldest 70 the mind, aud assocla'
tions upioue in history. The palms, the desert,
the fair fertility OF pniadlng fields, mosques nina
refs. camels, the broad beauty Of the trsnced
Yiver-these unsphere US. were there no Thebes,
NO Sphinx, no Memnon Pyramids or Karnas, no
simple traditions Of Scripture, and wild ARABIAN
romances--the sweetest stories Of our reading
In the early morning. 6ocks Of water oIras so
ranged along the river-herons, kinS 49,
famipeoes, ducks, ibis-a motley multitude 10 Tue
.hsdow ~ the high. CLAW banks, or on the low,
sandy strips. They spread lsng1lu "tAes' ; S.u
sail snowily away. The sun strikes .nen ih1o
splepdor They float and fade ana are loss IA .uS
brilliance of the sky. Under tne sharp hlgu
~ co,-norsnts. and mediate the passing How
ali HE larger birds reposing, shine the sharp
~. n hosts near or far Their images strike
desn into the water and tremble away
Then come the girls and women TO the water
aide, bearing jars upon their heads. On the sum-
nit Of the bank they walk erect and stately, pro-
fie drawn against the sky. Ben ling and plash.
ING. and playing in the water, with little jets Of
laugh that would brightly fash, if we could see
them, they Ill their jars, and in long file recede
and disappear among the palms. Over the brown
mud villages the pigeons COO and fy, and hang by
hundreds upon the clumsy towers puiit LOT them'
and long pause of sun and silence follows.
Presently turbaned Abraham with flowing gar
raept and snowy beard, leaning upon his staff,
passes with Sarah along the green path on the
rivers edge toward Memphis and King Pharaoh.
On the opposite desert fingers Hagar with lsh'
mael, pausing, pausing and looking back
The day deepens calmer ID the calm. II 10
noon, and magnificent Dendereh stands inland on
the desert edge OF Libye, temple OF rare pre-
servation, Of Isis headed columns. with the same
portrait Of Cleopatra upon the walls-a temple
OF silence, with dark chambers cool from the sun,
and the sculptures in cabinet squares upon .he wall.
Let it float by, no more than feeting picture
forever II is ST. Valentines Day, bat they are
harvesting upon the shores, resting awhile now,
till the sun is sloping. The shadeess Libyan and
Arabian highlands glare upon the burning sun.
The slow Sskias sing and sigh. The palms are
moveless as in the backgrounds Of old pictures.-
TO our eyes 1t is perpetual picture slowly chang
ing The shore lines melt into new forms, other
yet the same. We know not il we wake or
sleep, 80 dream'like exquisite is either sleeping
or waking
The afternoon declines as we drift slowly under
Aboofayds with a soft South wind It's cliffs are
like masses OF old masonry, and wheeling hawks
swoop downward TO its sharp, bold peaks. Ducks
are diving in the dark wator Of its shadow. The
white radiance OF the noon Is more rosily tinged
Rvery form 10 fairer In the westering light. We
left Asyoot yesterday, at evening we saw its
many minarets fade in the dark Of the hills, like
the strains of arabesqued Arabian songs dying in
the twilight, and at dusk solitary jackal prowled
steathily along the shore. Joseph's brethren
pass with camels and asses, to buy corn in Egypt.
Geese in arrowy flight pierce the profound repose
Of the sky. Golden gloom gathers in the palm
groves Among the scaled trunks, like columns
Of temple passes group OF girls attending
PhaFaoh's daughter Shall we reach the shore
before her, and find the young Moses, Nle.nursed
with the sweet sound Of calmly flowing waters,
and the sublime silence Of the sky
The sun sets far over Libya He colors the
death OF the desert, as he tnges the live sea in
his setting Dark upon the molten west, in
waving, rounding lines, the fading flights of birds
are yet traced, seeking the rosy south, or follow
ing the sun. The day dies divinely as it lived
Primeval silence surrounded us all the time
What life and sound we saw and heard, no more
Jared the silence, than the aurora lights the
night. What wild myth is wind! Wind
wind, what is wind
The dazzling moon succeeds, aud the night is
only day more delicate. A solitary phantom
barque glides singing past-its sail as dark be-
low as above, twin winged in air and water
Whittier, whittier, ye ghosty mariners Why
80 sad your singing 7 Why so laoguid'Weary the
slow plash of oarsl
The moon in rising glOwI over Antinoe, under
whose palms we float, and in the warm hush OF
the evening we see again, and now for the first
time perfectly, the rounded ripeness of those lips,
the diviney dropping lid, the matted curls cling
ing moist and close arouRd the head aud neck
the very soul of southern Antinous breathed over
the Nile. The moon, striking the water, payes
90 golden a path to the shore that imagination
slides along the dream, fades in Arabia, and
gaining the Tigrs-for the last time, inoensed
reader pays court to the only caliph, and Is en-
tertained in that west-wnded, rose odored street.
which the loves and lovers of the cahph know.
Or only the stars shine Strange that in
land where stars shine without the modesty OF
mist, women vail their faces Clearly Mohammad
received his inspired leaves in star screened
cave, and not in the full face of heaven. But let
him still suspended be, for dimly glahcing among
the palms. silverly haloed by the stars that loved
his nanger-behold the young child and his
mother with Joseph leading the ass, flying into
the land.
Tarrv under the stars till morning, il you will,
seeing the pictures that earliest fancy saw dream
ing the dreams that make life worth the living
The midnight will be only weirder than the noon,
NOT more rapt Come, Commander spread that
divan into bed. Galleries OF fairest fame are
not all Raphaels, yet justly deserve their name,
and so does our river life.
Good night, Pacha, the day was DREAMER than
your dreamiest dream.
EFYs "THE EDINBURGH REVIEW" for Jan. has
feeble and superficial article on English Social
Ism, showing very inadequate comprehension Of
the great question with which it ventures tc
grapple. The writer has evidently had bis eyes
opened to the portentous magnitude OF the sub
ject, but is still in the dark to the solution o.
the problem. One or two OF his sentences are
worthy Of note "The time has come for the
leading spirits to devote themselves, heart snC
soul, 70 the solution of those perilous enigmss o
HE which have so long formed our perplexity ant
our despair, and to the cure of those social anon
allies which darken the fair face of the modern
world, and make as feel sadly and humbly how
imperfect and partial il the civilization we exul
In" "Now, when Socialism has appeared in I
soberer guise aud purified from much of its evi
insermixtures; when it has shown itself an actua
and energetic reality in France when it hal
spread among the intelligent portions OF the
working.classes in our own country more extern
siyely than is commonly believed; whom il raise,