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Biographical Portraits.—Vizier Ally.

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his fancy, to invite her to the Palace to elegant, but rather lascivious dances and lie-in; and several women of this de- motions, and sung some soft airs of the scription were delivered there, and among country,chiefly Persic and Hindoo-Persic. the number was the mother of Vizier Ally. Several children, so delivered, were brought up and educated in the Palace.

"About seven o'clock, the bridegroom, Vizier Ally, the young Nabob, made his appearance, so absurdly loaded with jewels, that he could scarcely stagger under the precious weight. The bridegroom was about thirteen years of age, the bride ten; they were both of a dark complexion, and not handsome.

The sprightlinesss of Vizier Ally, while yet an infant, so entirely engrossed the affections of the old Nabob, that he determined to adopt him. In conformity with this resolution, the youth received "From the shumeeana we proceeded an education suitable to a Prince who on elephants to an extensive and beautiwas destined to succeed to the musnud. ful garden about a mile distant. The He is said, however, to have developed procession was grand beyond concepat this period a propensity to delight in the sufferings of the brute creation. The affection of the old Nabob towards his adopted son still increasing, he lavished upon him every mark of regard.

At thirteen his marriage took place. To give an idea of the splendour which attached to his youth, and from which he subsequently fell, the following account of his nuptials is extracted from Forbes's Oriental Memoirs :

"The wedding of Vizier Ally was celebrated at Lucknow, in 1795, and was one of the most magnificent in modern times.

tion; it consisted of about 1200 elephants richly caparisoned, drawn up in a regular line, like a regiment of soldiers. About a hundred elephants in the centre, had houdahs or castles, covered with silver; in the midst of these appeared the Nabob, mounted on an uncommonly large elephant. within a houdah covered with gold, richly set with precious stones, The elephant was caparisoned with cloth of gold. On his right hand was Mr. George Johnstone, the British resident at the Court of Lucknow ; on his left the young bridegroom: the English gentlemen and ladies and the native no"The Nabob had his tents pitched on bility were intermixed on the right and the plains, near the city of Lucknow; left. On both sides of the road, from the among the number were two remarkably tent to the garden, were raised artificial large, made of strong cotton cloth, lined scenery of bamboo-work, very high, rewith the finest English broadcloth, cut in presenting bastions, arches, minarets, and stripes of different colours, with cords of towers, covered with lights in glass lamps, silk and cotton. These two tents cost which made a grand display. On each five lacks of rupees, or above 50,000l. side of the procession, in front of the line sterling; they were each 120 feet long, of elephants, were dancing girls superbly 60 broad, and the poles about 60 feet dressed (on platforms supported and high the walls of the tents were ten feet carried by bearers), who danced as we high; part of which were cut into latticework, for the women of the Nabob's seraglio, and those of the principal Nobili ty to see through. His Highness was covered with jewels, to the amount, at least, of two millions sterling. From "The ground from the tent to the garthence we removed to the shumeeana, den, forming the road on which we movwhich was illuminated by 200 elegant ed, was inlaid with fire-works; at every girandoles, from Europe, as many glass step of the elephants, the earth burst beshades with wax candles, and several fore us, and threw up artificial stars in the hundred flambeaux; the glare and re- heavens, to emulate those created by the flection was dazzling and offensive to the hand of Providence; besides innumerasight. When seated under this exten- ble rockets, and many hundred wooden sive canopy, above a hundred dancing- shells that burst in the air, and shot forth girls, richly dressed, went through their a thousand fiery serpents; these, wind

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went along. These platforms consisted of a hundred on each side of the procession, all covered with gold and silver cloths, with two girls and two musicians at each platform.

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ing through the atmosphere, illuminated and Sadut Ally, the brother of the late the sky, and, aided by the light of the Nabob, was placed on it. A pension bamboo scenery, turned a dark night into was assigned to Vizier Ally of two lacks a bright day. The procession moved on of rupees per annum, about 25,000l.; very slowly, to give time for the fire- but it was considered necessary that he works inlaid in the ground to go off. The should reside near the Presidency, that whole of this grand scene was further he might be more under the eye of Govlighted by above 3000 flambeaux, car- ernment. He, in consequence, proceedried by men hired for the occasion. In ed from Lucknow to Benares, where this manner we moved on in stately Mr. Cherry, the Company's Resident, pomp to the garden, which, though only was to make arrangements for his proa mile off, we took two hours to reach. ceeding to the Presidency. Shortly afWhen we arrived at the garden-gate, we ter his arrival at Benares, Mr. Cherry indescended from the elephants, and enter- vited him to breakfast. He came attended the garden, illuminated by innumera- ed by a large armed retinue. It had ble, transparent paper lamps or lanterns, been previously intimated to Mr. Cherry of various colours, suspended to the that his appearance was hostile, and that branches of the trees. In the centre of he ought to be on his guard; but he disthe garden, was a large edifice, to which regarded the caution. Vizier Ally comwe ascended, and were introduced into plained much of the Company's treata grand saloon, adorned with girandoles ment of him; and, in fine, at a signal and pendant lustres of English manufac- made by him, several of his attendants ture, lighted with wax candles. Here rushed in and cut Mr. Cherry and his aswe had an elegant and sumptuous colla- sistant, Mr. Graham, to pieces. They tion of European and Indian dishes, with then went away in the intention of prowines, fruits, and sweetmeats; at the ceeding to the house of Mr. Davis, anosame time, about a hundred dancing-girls ther European gentleman, holding a high their sprightly airs, and performed situation under Government, with a view their native dances. of massacreing him also; but fortunately "Thus passed the time until dawn, he got some intimation of his danger bewhen we all returned to our respective fore they arrived, and got his family to homes, delighted and wonder-struck with the top of the house, and posted himself this enchanting scene, which surpassed in at the summit of a narrow circular stone splendour every entertainment of the staircase. Here the ruffians pursued kind beheld in this country. The affa- him, but with a hog-spear he defended ble Nabob rightly observed, with a little himself for a considerable length of time, Asiatic vanity, that such a spectacle was killing several of his assailants, which, in never before seen in India, and never a manner, blocked up the passage, till at would be seen again. The whole ex- length he was rescued by a party of the pence of this marriage-feast, which was Company's troops stationed at Benares, repeated for three successive nights in the which came to his assistance. The folsame manner, cost upwards of 300,000l. lowers of Vizier Ally killed another Eusterling." ropean private gentleman, residing at When Vizier Ally was recognised by Benares, exclusive of the two pubiic offiAsuf as his successor to the throne, great cers above-mentioned. Vizier Ally opposition was manifested by the old made his escape into the territory of Nabob's family. He was, however, on the Rajah of Berar, a powerful and indethe death of the latter, upheld by the pendent Chief, who refused to give him English Government, and placed on the up unless under a promise of his life bethrone. An adopted child, by the Mo- ing spared. This the English Governhamedan Law, is entitled to all the priv- ment considered it expedient to accede ileges of legitimate birth. Vizier Ally, to; and he was accordingly given up after being placed on the throne, shewed and brought down to Calcutta, and cona turbulent, restless, and intriguing tem- fined in the garrison of Fort William in a per, and broke his faith with the English kind of iron cage, and here died after an Government: the consequence of which imprisonment of 17 years and odd was, his being deposed from the musnud, months, as above-mentioned,

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The delicate Ganymede, or that sleeping boy For since that beauteous and all-lovely Fair Whom Dian kiss'd o' nights:--

But in my dream,

I saw again the sky-born messenger---
It stood before me---clear---as now I see
These forms o' the earth. It was a shape of

power,

And unimaginable beauty, clad

In a vest of brightness (star-dropt)---arm'd with A spear (celestial temper) while around Blaz'd circling light---intense--and far beyond Those sheeted lightnings that, by night, cast

out

Hath from these arms by saddest fate been

torn,

Her dear rememb'rance is my only care,

And for her sake alone I weep and mourn! But vain are tears by fondest friendship shed, Nor sighs or tears can animate the dead.

From the Literary Gazette, Jan, 17, 1818. FRAGMENT.

Their splendours o'er the line,---or the fierce! I have seen the crested plumes wave

fires

With which the heathen worshippers invest Olympian Jove.---Inclin'd, the vision spoke Cheering, and as it spoke, the air became Painfully sweet---such odours as the rose Wastes on the summer air, or such as rise From beds of hyacinths, or from jasmine flowers;

Or when the blue-ey'd violet weeps upon Some sloping bank remote, while the young

sun

(Creeping within her sheltering bower of leaves)

Dries up her tears, were nought---fantastical--
It spoke---in tones cathedral organs, touch'd
By master-hands,ne'er gave---nor April winds,
Wandering thro' harps Æolian---nor the note
Of pastoral pipe, heard on the Garonne banks
At eventide--nor Spanish youth's guitar,
Night-touch'd---nor strains that take the
charmed ear,

Breath'd by the 'witching dames of Italy...
Sleep vanish'd---and I 'woke to ponder.--Oh!
What may Heaven's wonders be, if such the
sight
It yields us, even in slumber?

II.

high,

Have seen the haughty banner lift its head; And I have watch'd the glance from Beauty's

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Have shelter'd Innocence in ruthless hour, When the soft brow of Friendship 'gan to lour. And I have heard the foaming billows roar, And their rude waves have visited my bower, As tho' they sought to kiss the verdant shore Before the storm should burst with unrelenting

power.

And I have seen the death-bed of the brave, And heard the hero breathe his latest sigh; Have seen fair Beauty bending o'er the grave, Telling her sorrows to each passer-by:

And I have mark'd her softly beaming eye, Whose sadness spoke no language of despair, Turn'd with exulting hope towards the sky, As though they saw her bleeding lover there, Crown'd with a laurel wreath whose verdure cannot die.

Yes---scenes like these my youthful heart

has known,

When life was new, and Hope's fair star was bright;

But gaiety's light wing has never flown
Since lov'd Olivia vanish'd from my sight,
And left me bury'd in the shades of night.
No syren voice now greets my list'ning ear---
No gentle hand supports my languid frame---
No angel sweetness calms my madness here:
The world to me is nought--alike its praise or

blame.

Sorrow has spread her sable pall for me,
And Death has pierc'd me with his 'vengeful
dart ;

But I would hail the stroke that sets me free,
And gives Olivia back my wounded heart,
And bids us meet, aye, never more to part.
But thoughts like these, for me,are idle dreams;
Yet welcome sleep, that gives my spirit peace,
And sheds athwart my soul Hope's radiant
beams,

That for an instant shine, to bid my sorrows
cease!

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The mottled lark, when opening morn
Stream'd on the mountain's brow,
Swift darting upward from the corn,
Should bid sweet music flow.

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Methinks I hear the moving song
'Tis rapture makes him soar---
Oh warbler, breathe those wild notes long,
The symphony run o'er!

At evening, when the cloak of night
Veil'd the surrounding seene ;
Save where the moon-beam's paly light
With silver tipt the green,

Upon a spiral poplar high,

The nightingale should raise His vesper tribute to the sky,

And his Creator praise.

But ever let the goddess Health,
My rosy guest, impart

What dearer is than cankering wealth,

A calm and quiet heart.

Then Spring, enwrapp'd in bloom should rear,
For me the violet blue,

And on the fragrant banks appear
The trembling snow-drop too.

Summer, in floating ringlets drest,
Should skip along the plain,
And from her particolour'd vest
Dislodge the yellow grain.

Teeming with clusters of the vine,

His head with tendrils bound,
Rich Autumn should in purple shine,
And mid his fruit be found.

Nor shall the hoary Winter fail,

His aged gifts to bring;

E'en though his looks are lean and pale,-
He's parent of the Spring.

So let my life run gently on ;
Unseen may I decay,

And not a monumental stone
Describe where low I lay.

But the long grass unnotic'd wave,
The winds their music bring

In mournful mood, and round my grave,
The dirge-like requiem sing.

And yet, oh let the silent tear,

Affection's tribute, fall!

May friendly hands support my bier,
Nor strangers weave my pall!

And from some tender virgin breast,
Let the soft sigh declare

At least one passion stood confest,
And let her speak it there.

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[The following article, in the Edinburgh Annual No other theme to him was dear, Register just published, will he considered as a further Than lofty deeds of thine; disavowal on the part of Mr. Walter Scott of his being Hush'd be the strain thou can'st not hear, the Author of Waverly, &c.]

DIRGE OF A HIGHLAND CHIEF.

Executed after the Rebellion.

A literary friend of ours received these verses,
with a letter of the following tenor :---
"A very ingenious young friend of mine
has just sent me the enclosed on reading Wa-
verly. To you, the world gives that charm-
ing work; and if in any future edition you
should like to insert the Dirge of the Highland
Chief, you would do honour to

"Your sincere Admirer."

Last of a mighty line!

From the Gentleman's Magazine.
THE HORSES OF LYSIPPUS.

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[Commonly called “ the Venetian Horses.”]

S

UNK is the sun of Greece--but midst the
gloom

Some rays of glory linger round her tomb---
Not yet consign'd to unregarded dust,
Still glows the magic of the breathing bust ;
And still display'd in animated stone,
Lives the stern patriot's smile---the hero's
frown---

The individual to whom this obliging letter was addressed, having no claim to the honour which is there done him, does not possess the means of publishing the verses in the popular novel alluded to. But, that the public may sustain no loss, and that the inge- Nor less, Lysippus, into fancied speed, Dious author of Waverly may be aware of Kindling with ardour, springs each matchless the honour intended him, our correspondent has ventured to send the verses to our Regis

ter.

SON of the mighty and the free !

Lov'd leader of the faithful brave!
Was it for high-rank'd chief like thee,
To fill a nameless grave!

Ob, had'st thou slumber'd with the slain,
Had glory's death-bed been thy lot,
E'en though on red Culloden's plain,

We then had mourn'd thee not!
But darkly closed thy morn of fame,
That morn whose sunbeam rose so fair,
Revenge alone may breathe thy name,

The watchword of despair!
Yet oh! if gallant spirit's power
Has e'er ennobled death like thine,
Then glory mark'd thy parting hour,

Last of a mighty line!

O'er thy own bowers the sunshine falls,
But cannot cheer their lonely gloom,
Those beams, that gild thy native walls,

Are sleeping on thy tomb.
Spring on thy mountains laughs the while,
The green woods wave in vernal air,
But the lov'd scenes may vainly smile,
Not e'en thy dust is there!

On thy blue hills no bugle sound
Is mingling with the torrent's roar,
Unmark'd the red deer sport around,

Thou lead'st the chase no more.
Thy gates are closed, thy halls are still,
Those halls where swell'd the choral strain,
They hear the wild winds murmuring shrill,
And all is hush'd again.

Thy bard his pealing harp has broke,
His fire, his joy of song is past ;
Gue lay to mourn thy fate he woke,
His saddest and his last :

steed.

Yes,mighty Sculptor! though around thy grave
The chafing storms of countless ages rave,
Still, with the fire of well-feign'd Nature rife
The Sun's proud coursers start to mimic life;
Still each curv'd neck impatient spurns the rein,
While spirit struggles through each lifeless

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