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two things--that The Portrait does refer to things a little out of your nature, and that flattery will never want an avenue to enter in at. And you may perhaps add, that what was impossible for an English reader at one juncture, is very possible at another ; and thus you may be led to question some other of your impossibilities.
1 1 Nat. Yon certainly do not consider any conceptions good and worthy of représentation, but those of a sound mind. For that, sanity, is necessary to a genius. Yet you must admit--for, as a strong case, I return to the Centaurs—that the conception of these monsters arose from terror, which is not the sane state of the mind. It is a state in which we see things not as they are. The enemy that first made their appearance descending from the hills on horseback, in the terror caused by the strangeness of the object, were taken, man and horse, for one creature. Here fear set aside reason ; and it 'is surely doubly absurd to perpetuate, when reason returns, what could only be conceived in the absence of reason.
IDE. Well, we will say that terror was the parent of the idea; but I cannot admit that terror is not å sane state of the mind; it is the very condition of human nature to be subject to terror--moreover, it is enough for my purpose in the argument to show that it is natural. To express the ideas that the mind naturally under any circumstances conceives, is legitimate to the province of poetry and painting. Nor are you prepared to say that the mind in a state not sane, may not conceive ideas grand and beautiful, and such as might find a ready reception in all minds, and create for themselves a sufficient belief. But mark how some action given to the creature, shall bring forward the power and grandeur of it,', so as at once to take out of you the conceit of your knowledge, that the creature never could be. You see it has life and motion, and you question no further.
.!" Ceu duo Nubigenæ cùm vertice montis ab alto !
Descendunt" Centauri; Homolem Othrynque nivalem'a !17 of 9,4 Linquentes cursu 'rapido : dat 'euntibus ingens 13'1 $thin 54% I Sylva locum, et magno cedunt yiegulta fragore. - Virgil 141] Here you see two cloud-born creatures, from thel brow of á lofty hill, descend. You know not what you wonder, are amazed -- are prepared for something extra-human, and the next word tells you they are Centaurs. Then you see them in their rapid course --- too rapid to allow you to scrutinize their forms – quitting Homole' and the snowy Olbrys, they enter the woods, the woods give way as they pass, and you hear nothing but the crash, of branch and leafage. Away they fly. The vision has passed ; but the remembrance of it never :: and will you coolly turn round, and ,swear you could have seen nothing for the creatures must have had each two istomachs, and think it an impossibility? We are all apt to yield a more ready belief to fancy, than you give even yourself the credit for doing. It is natural — we begin it with infancy, and if we lose the power, it is only in a morbid state of knowledge. Some are, fearful we shall believe too much in works of fancy-you too little for enjoyment. Bottom thought that Snug, the joiner, should show. half his face through his lion's mane, and advertise himself to the ladies as a man, as other men are, for « there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion living. After all, it is better to give a little credit to fancy, one's own or of others, than to stick and flounder in the mire of what we choose to term 'realities. It is a pleasant refuge, sometimes, from the damp - dispiriting streets and alleys ,'"and, vexatious business of every-day, life, to go; off with fancy to the woods and wilds, to the sea and to the rivers, that are not within geographical limit, to see the pastimes of Silenus and his satyrs, wood nymphs and water nymphs';, to hear, as., Wordsworth says in one of this sonnets , old Triton wind bis wreathed horns and see. Proteus coming from the sea and gathering his phocæ around him. . Keep your fancy healthy what hever you do, and do not take every waking dream for a symptom of disease. We are, as I think Wordsworth says, loo much of the world, and the world is too much with us. Come and race with that wild Bacchante, that on a Centaur's back' is goading him on with a thyrsus. Do you doubt: ils reality, because you see it is ali copy from a picture from Pompeii or Herculaneum? Then you will be happier in your dream if you can keep up the
chase, and even when you wake, believe it to be one of the truths of nature. For so to interpose a little ease, let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise...
Nat. Farewell then, you have more than half brought on somnambulism, for I feel myself sleepy.
JOHN BULL IN TARTARY. ()
BY THE AUTHOR OF « HAJJI BABA, * « ZOHRAB, » ETC.
are in fact in the domini Khans
In various parts of Tartary are to be found small Khans and Chieftains, who, though nominally under the dominion of the kings of Persia or Bokhara, are in fact independent chiefs. Their seclusion from the world renders them totally ignorant of what is doing in it beyond their own immediate dependence ; despotic in their sway, the principal object of their lives is plunder and man-stealing.
It was in the courtyard of the babitation of one of these chiefs, situated in a small fortified village, that, in the early dawn of a spring morning, two individuals met : the one a Persian Mirza or man of the pen, Timour by name; the other, Omar, was a tall, heavy man, and appeared just come off a journey, armed at all points.
Timour, with surprise in his countenance, greeted the other, saying, Omar Aga, welcome! your place has been empty. What news ? »
« Well found, O mirza !--what news do you ask? Here are strange things come to pass. We have seen marvellous things! (") The following tale was suggested by reading Lient. Burnos' Travels in Bokbara.
we have taken many prisoners ; amongst them one such as has never before been seen in Tartary. We were on the very verge of the desert, posted behind that hill with which you are acquainted, commanding the road from Meshed, when we saw, in the very first call of the morning,' a cloud of dust, and heard the camel-bells. • Here is the caravan,' said we as we seized our lances, and we immediately prepared to attack. Our chief rode on a-head, and having reconnoitred, came back, exclaiming, “Bismillah! in the name of the Propbet, let us kill.'»
- Well, we attacked, and exclaiming , “Yallah!' fell upon them like the arrow from the bow. We were all lions. I was a male lion ; by your soul I was wonderful. Very soon everything fled from before us; the camels only remained, and one man-man shall I call him? one of the strangest-looking beings, with clothes filling tight lo bis body, a black thing like a cauldron on his head., with a white face and smooth chin ; and there he slood, sword in hand, ready to bid defiance to our whole company. He spoke a stranger jargon ; crying out, 'Dam ! dam ! off! off !' and so fierce did he look, that we did not like to approach him like other men; when, lille by little, we surrounded him, and falling upon him , bound bis hands, and seized upon everything he had. Mashallah! how we did beat him ! .
Ajaib! wonderful !" said Timour. «Who and what is he ? »
Omar answered, "What know I? Some say he is a Frank, --- one of the nation without faith , and worthy of death ; others, that he is a magician going to Hind, coming from the pilgrimage aţ Badkoo.. . Does he talk our language? » inquired the mirza.
Yes, a little ; like a calf beginning to low," said Omar. You have heard of the Siamorg, the great bird of the mountain; you have beard of Eblis, or the Devil; you have heard of the beast with a cow's head and a fish's tail ; well, he is a thousand times more extraordinary than all these."
Does he wear a beard like us?» said the mirza.
*A beard be does wear, indeed,” said Omar ; but, then, it is not on his chin,-it is on the top of his head..
« Allah! Allah !» exclaimed Timour, « that must be a lie !.
« As you live, and by your soul, I swear that I do not lie. . He has eyes, nose, and mouth, like ourselves, it is true; but what can I say about the other parts of his body ? He is so tightly-buttoned up, and fitted in, that he looks as if he bad no skin ; he took one skin off his hands, and might have taken off a second for what I know...
Is be a mussulman ? » said Timour.
What can I say? » rejoined the others; i he never thinks of washing, or saying his prayers.
«Strange!, exclaimed the scribe. Had he any gold about him ? Was it taken from him ? »
« Gold! what say you ? » cried Omar. «He had plenty; we stripped him in an instant as clean as my head ; he wore a girdle full of gold; he had many. things, which have all been secured for the Khan. But, see here, » pulling out from his breast a golden locket , containing hair, suspended to a piece of riband, - u see here ; I took this to myself, for I had the stripping of him. What can this be ? there is hair-old hair withinside. »
« It must be the hairs of one of his saints, » said Timour, with great gravity, inspecting the trinket for several minutes.
So these infidels have saints, bave they! I will defile the graves of such saints. But, where have you put him, Omar Aga ?»
«He is confined hard by in the castle, well guarded.
The mirza, brim-full of this news, hurried off to the Vizier, his master ; whilst Omar Aga, overpowered by the fatigue of long journey, was glad to retire to his obal. (°)
The unfortunate Frengi, or European, the subject of this conversation, was an English gentleman, who had determined to travel to India overland, and was one of that sturdy race, wbo, in defiance of the experience of others, are resolved not to depart one iota from their usual modes of life as to dress,
(") A Tartar or Turcoman camp is called 'the obah.