# Mustapha's Adoration

OF THE
SUBLIME SULTAN

## Pittander Omnipotent

## PART II.

WHY is thy brow overcast, and why art thou disquieted, GREAT MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE! Can forrow approach thy Mightiest, can the sufferings of flaves divurb thy peace, or can the voice of general indignation affict thee? Ah, no! thou art more good than goodarest, more vaft than vafneſts, and more wife than wifdom.

Though the Leaders of thy Janniffaries ſhould defert thee, though the thoufands and ten-thoufands and millions whom thou payſe ſhould fly from thee, withdraw but the light of thy countenance, and they ſhall perſh everlaſtingly; for who eſe can uphold them, MAGNIFICENT PITTANDER!

Haſt thou not ſworn there ſhall be no peace on earth? Thy right foot is on the ocean, and thy left foot is on the land, and the lightning of thine eyes is the flaming ſword of a deftroying angel.

Another Million of Human Beings shall be cut off! in the pride and glory of youth they ſhall die, yea, every one: O then be comforted!

The fun that rifeth in the caſt hideth himſelf in the western wave at even- ing, and darkneſs overfhadoweth him; but thy meridian ſplendour is with- out end.

Let LOUGHBOROAM, the great Law-Captain, contrive the viclories of thy power; let him plan new ſieges, ſo ſhall thy conquelt be ſecure.

He ſhall confer difay amongſt thine enemies, he ſhall march into the center of their land, and lay their chief city in the duſt, and none ſhall de-liver them; but the whole faccon that oppoſeth thee ſhall be deftroyed, they ſhall all be exterminated.

The fathers of families ſhall be flain, the mother and the virgin ſhall be defoured and put to death;—even ſucking babes ſhall not eſcap on that great and terrible day; but thy ſtrength and thy vengeance ſhall be made known unto all nations, and all men ſhall honour thee, THOU MOST SUBLIME ONE!

Then the chief city of thy foes ſhall be no more: its palaces ſhall be come the dens of wild beaſts, and there the lonely pelican ſhall breed, and the biterne and the owl ſhall abide there, and the fox and the wolf ſhall roam there; all ſhall be ſolitude, ſilence, and defolation.

Then ſhall there be much feasting throughout thy kingdom; thy people ſhall triumph, the great ſhall rejoice, and the lowly ſhall be full of joy;—there ſhall be a JOY OF WILD Aſſes.

And in thofe days CHÄRLEFOX, who had impiously dared to contect thy will, ſhall humble himſelf before thee; SHERIDANEZOR ſhall do homage unto thee—and all the OPPOSITES ſhall hail thee.

But the Lord their Sultan is a jealous potentate: the Magnificent PITTANDER ſhall wax wrath againſt them, and they ſhall be thrown into utter darkneſs, where ſhall be weeping and gnawing of teeth.

The river of thy rage ſhall ſweep them away;—that dreadful river, the river of thy rage.

And thofe who have ſpoken Treſaon againſt thee, and who were ſet free from before the Judgment ſeat, ſhall be delivered over to the REVITES and the WHITEITES, and the SCOTITES, and the MITFORDITES, to be tormented for ever.

The ADAIRIANS and the great WINDHAMITE ſhall revile them: Now the latter ſhall prophesy with much ſury, and he ſhall call them innocent cul-priſts, and acquiſted ſelons, and thy people ſhall laugh thereat, and be exceed-ing merrily.

Then HARDINGIAS ſhall come forth and fav, O people, wherefore do ye laugh, and why are ye exceeding merrily? Behold, and lo, it was not the great WINDHAMITE who ſpake theſe words, but it was I myſelf, even I.

Moreover it was I who did utter theſe words, *Periſh Commerce*, and though, peradventure, ye ſhould have heard the great WINDHAMITE ſpeak them, be not diſmayed: your ears decived you—Evil communications corrupt good manners.

Now it ſhall come to pafſ, that as HARDINGIAS repreſenteth only two flaves, he thereſo. e ſhall not dread their rebuke, he ſhall not be confounded.

Then the multitude, who are like unto a herd of Swine, ſhall grunt and murmur, and ſhall not believe.

Oh how glorious art thou, OMNIPOTENT PITTANDER! how wonderful are thy ways! When thou pafſeth through the groves of MECCA I will kifſ the impreſſion of thy feet upon the duſt, I will gaze upon thee with ad-miration till I faint, I will die in adoring thee.

The HOLY MAHOMET ſuftaithen thee, for thou offerest up to him daily frankincense, and flattery, and myrrh; gold and precious jewels to the ONLY HOUR! of his heart. The mighty Prophet leaveth the chafe of beaſts in the black foreſt, that he may commute with thee. Thou art favoured beyond the fons of men.

For lo! he hath appointed thee his vice-gerent upon earth. And thou ſhalt come forward with chariots, and with horſes, and much people, and thou ſhalt stand upon a pinnacle of glory, and thou ſwear with a loud voice, as when a Lion roareth, that Liberty ſhall be no more!

But, O my Sovereign, my Proteſtor, and my Joy! why art thou an enemy to the delights of Love?

Throw aside thy maiden coyneſs, and raife up feed to do thee honour: ſo ſhall thy feed be more numerous than the fands of the ſea, or the ſtars of the firmanen.

And I will bring unto thee a young virgin of Circaſſia, whole polifhed ſkin ſhall be more white than the tooth of the elephant.

Her two beaſts ſhall be bunches of ripe grapes that wait for the preſſing.

And her breath ſhall be a morning zephyr in the citron grove, when the birds begin to pair, and the ſpring appeareth:

And her copious treſies ſhall be like the beams of the young moon, when the peepeth over the great waters.

And the kifſes of her lips ſhall be like pure honey taken from the cedars of Mount Lebanon.

O turn not away from her with diffain, rejeſt not the transport of her embraces, indulge the longings of her heart!

For the poffeſſion of her charms ſhall give a tenderneſs to thy nature, and HUMANIZE thy foul.

Then the miracle of thy proweſs ſhall waſteth to the uttermoſt parts of the ſea, and all the tribes of the earth ſhall be glad.

And DUNDASOPHAT ſhall glorify thee for thy good deeds, OMNIPOTENT PITTANDER! and there ſhall be much feasting and wine-bibbing in the HOLY WOOD, becauſe of the day of thy greatneſs.

Wilt thou not liven to the prayer of thy ſlave; confider that the number of thy days is nearly thirty and ſix years, and it is time thou ſhouldſt learn to love.

Even the mighty MAHOMET is himſelf a great Progenitor: has he not much ifſue?

The murder of millions, the overthrow of Liberty, and the deftraſction of a Nation, will not fo conſole thee as the ſoft preſure of beauty in the bowers of blifs.

Let me then fly upon the wings of the winds, and bring her to thine arms.

And ſilence ſhall guard thy chamber, and the gales of night ſhall be hufh-ed to ſleep, during the ſeafon of thy myſteries.

When the morning breaketh, I will ſing unto you both a new ſong, I will heartily rejoice in the ſtrength of thy mightineſs.

So ſhall I have a new title to the world's eſteem, ſo ſhall I find a place for comfort for my age.

Glory be to thee, SUBLIME SULTAN! till time ſhall be no more.

Muſtapha.