The Montreal museum, or Journal of literature and arts, 1 septembre 1833, Septembre

THE MONTREAL MUSEUM.No.10, SEPTEMBER, 1833.VoL.1.BATHING IN TURKEY.From Slade's Travels in Turkey, Greece SfC.Not far from the Avret Bazar is a colossal stone edifice—* an oblong square surmounted by two domes—the finest public bath in Stamboul, built by a certain Mustapha Pasha, and bearing his name.As bathing has a great share in the eastern customs, the baths being objects of solicitude to all classes, I may be excused digressing a little on the ceremonial.The structure is the same as that of the Roman baths.One of the domes is pierced by numerous illuminators, beneath it is the bath.The other dome is open at the summit like the Pantheon’s to let the rain descend in a marble basin of water on the floor.A broad bench surrounds the apartment, supplied with couches, each couch separated by a railing ; so that the most timid per* son need apprehend no intrusion on the place which he takes, and where he leaves his clothes.Decorum is a natural virtue with Mussulmans, strictly, almost fastidiously enjoined by the Koran, and religiously observed.The F rank who goes for the first time to one of these establishments feels very awkward, and « wishes to retreat, for the company gaze on him with surprise ; the appearance of a Frank being not only unusual, but I may say, of no occurrence.The courtesy, however, of the ham* mamgi (master), and of the others, re-assures him.He is conducted to a sofa and presented with a chibouque, which gives him time for reflection.He observes, with pleasure, the perfect 74 [ 580 ] cleanliness of every thing, particularly the linen ; the pavement too» variegated with slabs of verd antique, of roux antique, and of other coulourcd marbles ; tho basin in the centre, an urn of one piece ; the elegant carved chimney ; the position of the company, some proceeding to the bath, others coming from it ; some reposing in delightful languor, others performing their devotions ; for the Mussulman when purified outwardly, does not neglect the inward man.When ready to quit his outer garments, clean wrappers arc put round his body, and over his shoulders ; a towel is put round his head.This garment ii precisely tho same as the ihram, the costume in which the hadgis performed their ceremonies at Mecca, and doubtless the type has a very proper effect on a Mussulman.The Frank soes nothing symbolic in it, but he feels great satisfaction in being so completely covered that the most shrinking modesty could not take offence.He then steps into wooden clogs, asd supported by his tellak (bather), walks towards tho bath.A narrow passage intervenes between it and the dressing room, of moderate heat, whore those who dislike rushing into a reservoir of vapour, like a steam engine's receiver, sit awhile to allow the pores to adapt themselves gradually to the encreased action of the blood.In summer when tho thermometer is at 80 ® 01 90 °, the precaution is of little consequence, but when there are 30 °.or 40 ° difference between the dressing and bathing rooms the sensation on suddenly entering the latter, is suAhc* cation.The average heat of both, is, in summer 102 ©¦ , io winter 90 °.F -> Kh Our stranger then penetrates into what he may well deem Pandemonium.Ho sees imperfectly through the new medium a number of human figures stretched on the heated marble estrade,like corpses on the table of a fashionable dissector.Wild looking forms, half naked, with long loose hair, are enacting sundry manœuvres over them, rolling them about, twisting them like sticks of wax, krieading them like dough, singing wildly nil the time in a strange dialect, and making the vault ring with the claps of their hands against each other or on the flesh of the pros* L 581 3 (raie.Round the sides of the hall, beneath fountains, he sees other subjects, literally undergoing the process of drowning.By the time that he has made these by no means consolatory observations, the perspiration is streaming from every pore, and bis Asmodeus, who has never left him, seeing that he is in a fit state to act upon, signs to him to lie down.The stoutest has a nervousness creep upon him at this moment ; would desist from the experiment were he not withheld by shame, and a natural desire to try a new thing.He takes another survey of the scene before resolving, and then, satisfied that no ono has died under the operation, resigns his body ; dismal foreboding, it he possess the slightest glimmering of anatomy, of suffering rupture or dislocation.I pass over the minor and agreeable process of titillation and friction to that of shampooing.Our Frank now begins to be alarmed ; for his joints, unliko Turkish joints, arc difficult of cracking.Fingers and toes soon yield, but his • elbows and knees are obstinate and excite the tellak’a wrath, who sings in a louder strain, and applies in good earnest to iho ta£k.Ilis patient, knowing that what is pleasure to one is death to another, imagines that his joints are not made to crack, and therefore begs him to desist, assuring him that he is well satisfied ; but as he speaks in some western tongue, the swarthy demon over him merely replies by a grin, and continues his work.At length imperfect sounds are produced, on which he addresses words of congratulation, not understood, and tho other supposing all is over feels half mortified that the operation has not been so terrible.Before, however, he can raise himself, the tellak slaps him on the shoulders and turns him over on his breast with the dexterity of a cook with a pancake, seizes his arms, crosses them behind with a strain, as if about to draw them from their sockets, thrusts his knee into the small of the buck, and with this lever pulls up the head and shoulders, letting them full again, himself falling with his whole weight on the crossed arms.* Each time this is repeated the internal fabric appears about to give way.4 Shampooing, as far as legs and arms, it very well, but when extended to the back it may be dangerous in people whose bones arc not used to it.The Orientals on the con- L 583 ] The patient almost screams with apprehension* and threaten! loudly ; but his tormentor no ways moved, thinking that the delhi ghiaour is only amusing himself with the chorus of a son», continues the sea saw operation until the desired cracks issue from the shoulder-blades, or till he is tired.He then drops him, and wrings his own dripping locks.Our Frank forgets hi) rage, on finding after a minute investigation that he is whole, and allows himself to be led to a fountain ; he conceives hi) terror over, but soon finds that he hus only escaped being broken alive for drowning.During five minutes eyes, ears, nose, mouth ( he fain tries to look and speak ) are filled with soap ; a tide of hot watdr, during another five minutes, washes that away, and leaves him clean for the first time in his life.-Thus, par-boiled, faint and angry, he is filled on his legs ; dij wrappers are put round him, a turban on his head, and he is lei to his sofa with a determination never to enter another Turkiii bath.He is laid on, and covered with hot linen, and fresh air is allowed to blow on him.He falls into a most voluptuous doze, sips his cofice and chibouque with a pleasure hitherto undreamt, while the nadins dry him by gentle pressure through tin cloths—a species of magnetism—inducing slumber.A glass of sherbet thoroughly revives him, and he gets up so elasticized is mind and body that he resolves to come again next day.1 mirror, with back of mother-of-pearl, is held before him to tit his cravat ; he counts the money on it, and judges of his liberality by the tone in which hocli guieldin ( welcome ) is pm nounced.A Frank deems it requisite to overpay, as he maj consider hitnsclf as an intruder.In Stamboul a native pan fifty paras ( 4^d.) The poor are admitted for twelve paras,bu then they have no tellak, nor are they entitled to a sofa ; bn they may use hot water for hours.In the interior of Asia Minor, such a bath docs not cost a poor man above one or two pans Men and women use some of the baths on alternate days, whik others are reserved expressly for the different sexes.trary arc always supple.The joints of withered old men are aa free aa if newly oilrA -| Is a fact that rheumatism is unknown in Turkey, which must be attributed to thesebJ^ t 583 ] ACCOUNT OF AN AFRICAN HUNT.“ As all our attempts to obtain an hippopotamus had hitherto failed, and as we were not likely to meet with another opportunity, this being our last visit to Delagoa Bay, a party of officers volunteered for the chase, and were conveyed up the Dun-das river in the Albatross.The evening set in before they reached that part of the river where the hippopotami were the most abundant.Three parties were however formed, who at midnight commenced their pursuit.The scene was novel and imposing ; a body of men, armed at all points with muskets, harpoons, and lances, walking on the shallows of the river, with nothing but the moon to light them,all hallooing and driving before them their huge game, who, blowing, snorting, and bellowing, were floundering through the mud from the numerous holes which they had made at the bottom for their retreat, but from which the hunters’ lances soon expelled them ; until ultimately driven upon dry ground ; where a running contest commenced, the beast sometimes being pursued and at others pursuing.u This lasted for some time ; but still there were no signs of man’s boasted pre-eminence : not an animal had the party secured dead or alive.* * * * At low water the following morning one party formed a line across one of the shallows, where the depth was not above two feet, while the boats w ent up the river and actually drove the animals down the stream, another party having lined the banks to prevent their taking to the woods and reeds.These, whenever the monstrous but timid animals attempted to pass them, set up a shout, which in most instances proved sufficient to turn them back into the water ; when, having collected a vast number on one shallow bank of sand, the whole of the hunters commenced from all sides a regular cannonade upon the astonished brutes.Un wieldly as they appeared, still much activity was displayed in their efforts to escape the murderous and unceasing fire to which they were exposed.The one-pound gun occasionally furrowed the thick hide of some, while others were perpetually assailed by a shower of pewter musket-balls.One, a cub, was nearly caught un- [ 584 ] injured in attempting to follow its mother,who, galled to desperation, was endeavouring to escape through the land-party ; but, as soon as the affectionate brute perceived her offspring falling into the hands of her enemies, forgetting her fears, she rushed furiously at the offenders, when they in their turn were obliged to retreat ; but again they contrived to separate them, and had almost secured the prize, when the angry mother, regardless of their close and almost fatal fire, succeeded in redeeming it from their grasp and bcuriug it off, although herself in a stato of great exhaustion.With the flood this sport ended.“ On their return to the schooner along the banks of the river, passing near a spot where an hippopotamus had been seen sporting in the water, a loud rustling was heard amongst the rced9, as if the animal had retreated thither on the discharge of their pieces.Messrs.Arlclt and Barrette, with two of the seamen, immediately followed with the view' of driving him out.The former gentleman was a little in advance, and eager in the pursuit, when he was heard loudly to exclaim, ‘ Here he is !’ The shrill, angiy scream of some large animal instantly followed, and in a few seconds Mr.Barrette rushed from the reeds with his face covered with blood and calling loudly for assistance, as Lieutenant Arlctt was attacked and thrown down by an elephant.The party were immediately on the alert in search of the unfortunate officer, whom they expected to find a mangled corpse— As they approached, the elephant, alarmed at their numbers, retreated, leaving his victim on the ground in a state that may more easily be imagined than described.He was stretched motionless on his buck, covered with blood and dirt, and his eyes starting from their sockets, in ali the expressive horror of a violent death.“ Every attention was immediately paid to him, but it was long feared that the vital spark had fled.Some water was procured, when, after his face had been washed and a little introduced into his mouth, he showed symptoms of returning life ; but it was some time before he recovered his senses and be- [ 585 ] came sufficiently collected to give a connected account of the occurrence that had led to his pitiable staté.It appeared that, from the thickness of the reeds, he was close to the animal before he was at all aware of his situation, he uttered the exclamation heard by his companions ol’* Here he is !’ This had hardly escaped him, when he discovered that, instead of an hippopotamus, he was almost stumbling over an enormous elephant.— The animal, which appeared highly irritated at the intrusion, waved its trunk in the air, and the moment he spoke, reared upon its hind legs, turned short round, and, with a shrill, pns-sionate cry, rushed after him, bearing down the opposing reeds in his way, while Lieutenant Arlett vainly attempted to effect his escape.For a short lime he had hopes of eluding his pursuer, as the animal perceived one of the seamen mounted on the top of a tree, about twenty feet high and three in circumference, .menacing him by his voice and gesture, while preparing to Are.The elephant turned short round, and, shrieking with rage, made a kind ot spring against the tree, as if to meet the object of his attack, when his ponderous weight bore the whole to the ground, but fortunately without hurting the man, who slipped among the reeds.The ferocious animal still followed him, foaming with rage, to the rising bank of the river ; the man crying loudly, * An elephant ! an elephant !’ until closely pressed by his pursuer, they both came upon the top of the slope, where the party who had heard his cries were prepared, and instantly fired a volley as the elephant appeared.This made him return with increased fury to Mr.Arlett, who, in his eagerness to escape, stumbled and fell, the huge beast running over him and severely bruising his ankle.*' As soon as he had passed, Mr.Arlett arose, and, limping with pain, attempted once more to retreat, but the animal returned to the attack ; his trunk was flourished in the air, and the next moment the unfortunate officer was struck senseless to the ground.On recovering himself his situation appeared hopeless, his huge antagonist standing over him,chaffing and screaming with rage, pounding the earth with his feet, and ploughing [ 586 J it with his tusks.When the party first saw them,'Mr.Arlètt was lying between the elephant’s legs, and had it been the in* tention of the animal to destroy him, placing a foot upon his senseless body would in a moment have crushed him to atoms ; but it is probable that his object was only to punish and alarm, not to kill—such conjecture being perfectly in accordance with the character of this noble but revengeful beast.“ Mr.Arlctt was with much care instantly conveyed on board the schooner, when, on examination, it was found that his body was severely bruised, yet no bones were broken, excepting the fibula of the left leg, which was supposed to be slightly fractured.It appeared that the elephant, on his last return to Mr.Arlctt, had filled his trunk with mud, which, having turned him on his back, and forced open his mouth, he blew down his throat, injecting a large quantity into the stomach.It was this that produced the inflated appearance of Mr.Arlett’s countenance, for he was almost in a state of suffocation, and for three days after this adventure, he occasionally vomited quantities of blue sand.“ When he encountered the elephant,he had a rifle in his hand, but he was too close to fire, knowing as he did, that in case of failure his destruction would be certain, for, when wounded, the desperation of this animal is fatal to all.Upon conveyiug him to the boat, this rifle was forgotten, and a parly of four were despatched to recover it.They had just succeeded, and were a-bout to return, when the elephant rushed in amongst them.— The first and second man fired without cflect, but the ball of the third fortunately turned him.”—Owen’s Travels." ARE WE ALMOST THERE Δ “ Are we almost there—are we almost there ?” Said a dying girl, as she drew near home.“ Are those our poplar trees which 'rear Their forms so high ’gainst the heavens’ blue dome ?” I [ 587 J Then she talked of her flowers, and thought of the well, Where the cool water splash’d o’er the large white stone ; 9 And she thought it would soothe like a fairy spell, Could she drink from that fount when the fever was on.While yet so young, and her bloom grew less, They had borne her away to a kindlier clime— For she would not tell that ’twas on'-y distress Which had gathered life’s rose in its sweet spring time.- And she looked : when they bade her to look, At many a ruin and many a shrine— At the sculptured niche, and the pictured nook.And marked from high places the sun’s decline.But in secret she sighed for a quiet spot, Where she oft had played in childhood’s hour ; Though shrub or flowret marked it not, ’Twas dearer to her than the gayest bower.And oft did she ask, “ Are we almost there ?” But her voice grew faint, Hnd flush’d cheek pale ; And they strove to soothe her, with useless care, As her sighs would escape on the evening gale.Then swifiiy, more swiftly, they hurtied her on ; But anxious hearts felt a chill despair ; For when the light of that eye was gone, And the quick pulse stopp’d, she was almost there ! Imoguti.RAMATIC SC EN KB FROM REAL LIFE-.¦T LADY MOAGAtf.(2 Voh.) We are quite sure that we cannot gratify our readers more n by some extracts from this work.1 be following is a littie iversational piece, between Mr.Sackville and Air.Galbraith, sub-agent of the former possessor of the estate.Subse* tttly, there is an inrush of neigbours, including Dr.Polypus, 7§ [ 588 ] the rector, with some high church friends,—the Rev.Enoch Grimshaw, and a bevy of saints,—the Rev.Mr.O’Callaghan, alias Father Phil,—and sundry other varieties, to be met with only in Irish society.That we might, so far as space admit* ted, allow the parties to develope their several characters, we have struck out all the little dramatic points and by-play, which give life and interest to the dialogue in the work itself.—Jith.“ Mr.Sackville.—It is a great transition, Mr.Galbraith, from the centre of social civilization and refinement, arts,letters, and European interests, to these wild and dreary regions, to lire among a people the most rude and lawless.“ Mr.Galbraith (eagerly.)—Ah ! there you are par-feet* ly right, Mr.Sackville, sir, in regard of the region, as you, observed, sir, surely ; the trees blowing all one way ; and the limestone bottom, from Sheemorc to Dromahane.and hear) rains and floods sweeping down from the mountains, since the time of Noah, and before ; only just your own demense; Ik I may seey is my own iday of surface-draining.And in regard of the lawless people, sir, you are par-feckt-ly right there, sir, for the finest pisantry in the world, as the agitnytore call them, are just a pack of bloody, murthering, papist villians, and care no more for taking the life of a Christian, than if he was a Je?, or a brute bas'e.“ Mr.Sack.—My object in coming here is to benefit the people committed by Providence to my care ; for I cannot conceit! that either the laws of God authorize, or the passions of society will much longer permit, the Irish proprietors to maintain tba princely holdings, In an utter neglect of the million* by who* industry their property is rendered productive.As a matter tf the plainest self-interest, I shall set earnestly to the task ofifr proving not only the moral, but the animal condition of lit peasantry.** Mr.Galb— OSMYN A TALE.“ The very air Is drunk with pleasure, happiness Seems overflowing from the breasts of all.The half-starved beggar in the street forgets The pangs of hunger, waves his ragged cap Aloft, and shouts joy ! joy ! The song and dance Go gaily round, and, mocking heaven’s bright stars, Comets and streams of fire ascend from earth.”—G.Sforza.The wide square of St.Mark’s was crowded with masquera* ders, and a mimic day blazed from the torches and the lamps which clustered round the pillars and porticoes, revealing the barbaric splendour of the palaces, the elaborate ornaments of the architecture and the tapestry hangings, the rich draperies of silver tissue and embroidered silks, which were thrown over the balconies ; whilst long garlands of flowers and fanciful knots of ribbons floated like pennants from the windows.The golden- winged lions crowning the columns of St.Mark, gleamed us brightly in the midnight radiance as when they reflected the rays of the meridian sun.The gods of the ancient mythology seemed to have descended from Mount Olympus to share the revels 0f the denizens of the lower world.The sea had given up j(S [ 600 ] tritons, who, with conch and shell, made the air musical.Tho Gnome and the Guebre.thc giant and the fairy, had quitted their secret haunts to give lustre to the Carnival.Mortal and immortal, deity and demon, sages and warriors of every country and of every age ; Cleopatras more beautiful than she who lost Marc Antony the world, and Lesbian maids peerless as Sappho, and like Sappho crowned,wore assembled in one glittering mass, Pageant succeeded to pageant ; the muses struck their golden lyres, and chauntéd a hymn to Apollo, as they moved gracefully before the chariot wherein their tuneful master sat enthroned.— Diana and her buskined nymphs, freshly emerged from greenwood shades and thickets deep, pursued their rapid course with feet which lightly skimmed the earth.A wild troop of Bacchanals, each waving a vine-garlanded thyrsis on high, shouted the praises of the jolly god as his leopard-drawn car shot madly across the plain ; and Orestes haunted by furies, Faust and Mephistophelcs, and Don Giovanni surrounded by the fiends, joined a brilliant company of armed knights and ladies fair, Amadis of Gaul, Charlemagne, and the court of King Pepin.— i The red Arab and the dusky Moor, the swarthy Ethiop and feathered Indian, mingled freely with dainty cavaliers and gorgeous nymphs.Tripping to the merry sound of the castanet, and the tinkling melody of the gay guitar, men and maidens from the banks of the Guadalquivir performed their national bolero, whilst the loud war-hoop of the painted savage, brandishing his fearful tomahawk in close conjunction, disturbed them not.— Belphegor and Lucifer,with their tails twisted over their arms,and their hideous horns erect, trod the sprightly measure with white* robed virgins, the vestal guardians of the sacred fire.Crowned Emperors and fettered slaves, rude pirates and gentle ladies, in this universal jubilee, joined hands and hearts.The gibbering ghost,the bright-eyed star,the tumbling scaramouch and stalking skeleton, entered alike into the joyous pleasures of the hour.— The gazer’s eye was dazzled by the vivid and fantastic spectacle which the Venetian carnival presented ; the shout of the maddening populace was mingled with the sound of ten thousand I «01 J instruments.During a moment’s pause a strain of melody came borne upon the breeze to the listening ear ; in the next, it was lost to the deafening clang of the hoarse trumpet, and the double drum, the clash of the cymbal, and the roar of the multitude : all was splendour and excitation ; the sky seemed one flash of crimson, as the flaming meteors from earth followed each other in quick succession, dimming the eternal stars ; whilst the many-coloured lamps below flung their bright effulgence upon snowy plumes and roseate wreaths and sparkling gems.In the centre of this gorgeous festival there were two persons who stood silent and alone.Unmasked, and leaning against a marble pillar, placed in the only solitary corner of the broad square, a young man, attired in a Turkish habit, disregarding the ‘ brilliant scene around him, gazed upon an opposite balcony, where a fair form, shrouded in a white veil, leaned listlessly over the carved rails.The peculiar form of the turban, the style of the dress, and the easiness of the wearer, told the observant stranger that this costume at least was not assumed.From under the muslin folds which encircled his head, beamed a brow of flame , yet the dark flash of his eagle eye was tempered by the melancholy expression of a countenance, whose lineaments the most celebrated Grecian sculptor might have copied in his finest work ; the perfect symmetry of his form could not be hidden by the wide trowsers which enveloped it ; and the splendour of his descent might be inferred by the rich jewels which glittered in bright profusion on his vest, his turban, and his diamond-hilled scimitar.The lady on whom his ardent gaze was bent, wrapped closely in her shadowy veil, seemed wholly unconscious of his regards, and solely intent upon shutting out the gaudy pantomime from her weary view.At length, to breathe a fresher air, or to inhale the perfume of the buds which canopied the balcony where she stood, she drew aside the mantling gauze, A light breeze, which now played softly amidst the trembling lights and 4 waving flowers, wafted it gently from her head : the deep blue eyes, the skin of ivory hue, and the golden tresses wantoning over a neck of snow, revealed by the falling drapery, seemed [ «02 ] - not to be of Italian origin.She cast a languid 'glance across the square, and encountered the piercing gaze of the turbaned strunger.She started, clung with one hand to the rail for support, and passed the other over her brow—bent hastily forward, looked again, and again, and drawing her veil round her, disappeared.In another moment she made one of the crowd in the square of St.Mark’s.Passing eagerly through the idle throng, she turned towards an illuminated portico which led to a ballroom, where the nobles of Venice had assembled for the midnight revel, and entered the festal palace.The Turk was no longer stationary : he followed the steps of the veiled lady, and they who parted on the banks of the Danube met in the saloons of Venice.With bosoms agitated by the remembrance of the past, isolated and apart from the gay groups, swiming with luxurious movement through the winding mazes of the dance to the voluptuous melody of lutes, or dallying with sportive conversation, or engaged in the soft intercourse of the soul, the Moslem warrior and the Christiam maid sat in a quiet nook, recalling with tender melancholy i scenes of tumult and of horror, which had made a deep and lasting impression upon both.Apparently born to act a prominent part on the grand theatre of life, a mind fitted to engage in deeds of high emprizc, and thoughts of lofty daring, were stamped in legible characters on the manly countenance of the soldier ; but the fair creature who bent like a drooping lilv beside him, so fragile, so tender, so delicate, that she scarcely appeared like a daughter of earth, seem* cd to have been nursed in the lap of affluence and case, and carefully secured from all contact with the rough tempests, the shocks and conflicts which arc this world’s inheritance.But it was not so : even this sweet flower hnd been exposed to the rude breath of the stormy wind, to keen encounters with dire and desperate enemies ; and, whilst her outward form retained its surpassing loveliness, her heart was deeply scathed, Osmyn Mchemmcd AU was the son of the Sultan Achmet, by Chandara, a Georgian princess.From his mother he in* herited the beauty which characterized her race and country, [ 603 ] U è H f, I » fl SJ and a spirit resolutely bent upon overcoming every difficulty opposed to its high aspirings.He was not the heir to the Ottoman throne ; an elder brother, Ibrahim, claiming that dignity by birth ; but Chandara was the favourite of the harem ; and though the policy of the Turkish court confined all the males of the royal houso to as rigid a seclusion within the palace walls as is nlloted by the custom of the country to every female above the lowest rank, the united influence of the mother and son prevailed, and the youthful suppliant was permitted to go forth in search of glory.The terrors of the sword of Osmyn Mehcm-med were spread throughout a vast portion of the globe.A conqueror wherever he appeared, he had defeated the troops of Hungary and of Austria upon their own soil, and brought fire anti famine into the centre of Ispahan.The rebellious Moors, on the shores of the Mediterranean, had felt the power of his arm, and the wild Arabs of Upper Egypt trembled at his name: With the splendour and the speed of a comet he rushed to battle, and victory crowned him with her greenest laurels.Nor did his prowess alone win for him a name exalted amid nations ; skilled in all the learning of the East, the cultivation of his mind shed a brighter lustre over the conquests he achieved.Intrepid and generous, brave end compassionate, mercy followed his triumphal car, nor sued to him in vain.Adored by his soldiers and respected by his enemies, Osmyn Mehemmed had run a race of glory worthy of a veteran in arms, ere the fresh bloom of youth had deepened into the fiercer flush of manhood's prime.Ere Belgrade had submitted to his sword, a deadly battle was fought beneath its walls.The imperial eagle fled before the bright crescent, and the banks of the Danube were covered with # the corpses of the slain.*The tumultuous joy of conquest had subsided in Osmyn’s breast ; he gazed upon the scene before him with tender melancholy, strongly, yet vainly wishing that another path to glory could be chalked out, unstained with human blood,and that he might become a benefactor to neighbour-mg kingdoms rather than a scourge.The victorious soldiers were busily employed in the burial of their dead.Suddenly a 77 [ 604 j finale form was seen eagçrly advapoing oyer the ensftnguiped field- She passed, with shuddering bprror, the Moslems who W stretched upoja the earth, but bent down with anxious and piercing gaye bqside ev !! none of him.’ ' ‘ But the Apostles, madam !’ * ‘ They were,’ said Agnes, ‘ mm ; and though filled with the divine doctrine of their great Master, they could not transmit it without giving it a tinge of the earthly vessel through which it passed.As for him who reigned from * India unto Ethiopia’ he provci to me how little change, time, clime, and Government have effected in men ! You will say, or in woman either, when I tell, under like circumstances, it is highly probable [ should act like the rebellious Vashti.Every reel, my dear Mr.Cover-1,, have their own interpretation of Scripture, why not every individual?I could show you some you could find it easier to frown at than refute.The world may yet sec a translation of the Scriptures by a woman, who may detect more mistranslations than even Air.Bellamy.It will be interesting, if not instructive, to collect the old and new translation.” [ GS7 J One almost regrets that, in the discussion of her female system of moral philosophy, Mrs.Grimstone should have encumbered herself with an involuted, romantic plot ; which, to say the least, is neither natural nor useful ; and which merely deve- 0 lopes characters, in which we can see little good, whether viewing them as.foils, warnings, or examples.—Tail’s Magazine.TO J.-C,-D.- As pensively with alow timed steps I stride, 'Within the narrow limits of my cell, My thoughts unbridled, Il y in wordly pride, To future scenes and Thcc.But hark.the bell !.rIhe clangour of that cold unfeeling tongue, Again proclaims another lapse of Time-.Ilow oil unheard, unheeded hath it rung !.And yet, its solemn warning how sublime ! Impressively it speaks.it plainly calls Attention to the present, future, past,.Not weakly linking thought to earthly thralls, But loudly cries : 4 This hour may be thy last,-* 4 Beware—prepare—when next my voice doth sound, • Thousands that now might hear shall then be dead ; 4 Thou too may'st be among them, as the mound * Thou gee’wt before thee.think of this and dread.* Thus doth that iron tongue to Truth allied, Unceasingly, each hour toll forth our fate;.Mad must we be its warnings to deride ; Fools—worse than fools—to think that time will wait.— -My idle thoughts with worldly hopes were rife, And fix’d in twilight vision, Love, on Mice ; Dreaming of happiness in future life, Almost forgetful of Eternity:— But now, aroused, that boll recalls my mind From wand’rlng, weakly on such joys intent It speaks—* Man’s future prospects arc as wind By Death dissolved, or Fates* decretal rent.*—— My soul responding to Ibis truth confess’d, Repcnteth, that it should 60 blindly soar, Hoping on Earth with thee, Love, to be bless’d In time to come,—when both maybe no more— ’'fis folly dearest—nay, I fear ’tis worse.Imagination’* flighty hopes of bliss Depending on this world, may prove our curse;— In Duty, causing us to be remiss.- Anticipation of terrestrial joys, Too oft, o*er better thoughts usurps controul ;— But let ut Julia think of Earth’s alloys • ! [ 688 ] Remember Death, and after death, the Soul— Or» these, and these alone, our deepest thought Aspiring to true bappinossf/hould dwell : Of things to come, bat Death, we know not aught; Nor when the voice of Time may toll our knell And yet, although no morrow we may see, Years—many year?., may prove our life’s extent ; And that we can’t foretell what things may be, Is ordered by a God beneficent.But if, deal Julia, if by Him ordain'd, Our future fates on Earth should e’er entwine, My anxious, mortal hope, will then be gain’d, And happy bo the day when thou’lt be mine.- (Jueoec, Sept, im Tiieta.VOYAGES OF DISCOVERY.The following account of Captain Back and parly have been forwarded to the Editors in Montreal by the Agent of the Hudson’s Bay Company :— “ On Monday the 12th August,two canoes manned by Voyageurs of the II.’?ny Company arrived at Lachine from the Interior.By these, letters have been received from Captain Back.dated 19th June, from Jaik River, a small denot and tradins A W post of the Company at the N.W.extremity of Lake Ouinipique, in which Captain Back reports himself and party iu excellent health.lie also expresses himself much satisfied with the arrangements made and zeal manifested by the gentlemen in the lnlciior to facilitate the object of the expedition.The following is verbatim.—“ As the season is fast advancing I purpose proceeding “ immediately in a light canoe to iind out the Thleu, ci.cho, “ and also to select a wintering station, which may be effected “ before or by the time my heavy barges reach the Athabasca, “ and by this moans they will be enabled to come on direct to “ to the end of their journey.” We observe with regret that the intelligence from tho Lander parly, hound for the interior of Africa in search of Timbuctoo, I 039 J is not equally cheering ; but we still trust that all will be well ; that Englaud may have the pleasure of rewarding the succesful exertions of her sons, and of proving once more to her neighbours, that if the nation of “ shop-keepers’' does encourage their stray quacks and buflbons, it is not to the exclusion of true merit at home.We say nothing of the public spirit of England among nations, displayed in the immense sums expended for the acquisition of science, which when obtained, is common to all.The following article from an English paper, contains the last news of the African expedition :— lander’s expedition.The following extract of a letter from Bristol, was posted at Lloyd’s, dated August 17—-The John Cabot, Crawford, arrived here this morning, left Acurb on the 2d of June.She received from Ilis Majesty’s ship Favorite the following intelligence, a few days before leaving the coast.That Lander had returned from the interior to Fernando Po, in one of the steamboats, having purchased ten tons of ivory for a trifle.The other steamboat was left ashore in the Niger.Lander was very ill, and many of the white people of the expedition had died.His Majesty’s ship Favorite may be expected daily.EXTRACT.A more elevated and extensive genius is required, to possess the whole circle of knowledge necessary for the perfect economy, and proper regulation of a family, which is in itself a little republic, than to play on an instrument, to speak on the.reign-ing modes, and to make a display of the little graces of conversation.We every where meet with women whose conversation is well stocked with common maxims, but whose conduct owing to a defect in their early education, present nothing but what is trifling and insignificant.A reasonable wife ought only to seek in frugality and industry to avoid the shame and injustice that attach to a prodigal [ 640 j and ruinous conduct.One true motive in retrenching super* fluous expences should be, to unable us to preform more liberally what good breeding,friendship, or charity may require.It is good order and regularity in the whole household, not sordid parsimony in trifles which bring in great profit.Fenelon.teioioi WORDS OF LOVE, The following is taken from Korner’s poems, translated from the German bv G.F.Richardson.» Words of love, ye whisper as soft As the zephyrs that breezes of Paradise waft : Words of love, whose blest control Hath mightiest influence on my soul, Though affliction and grief o’er my spirit prevail, Yet my faith in your virtue shall never fail.Is there on earth such a transport as this, When the look of the loved one avows hcr bli§s l Can life an equal joy impart To the bliss that lives in a lover’s heart ?0, he, be assured, hath never proved Life’s holiest joys who hath never loved.Yet the joys of love, so heavenly fair, Can, exist but when honor and virtues are there ; For the soul of woman is tender and pure, And her faith is approved, ’twill for ever endure.Then trust ye to love, nnd its virtue believe, For beauty and truth can never deceive.But the spring of life is fast fading away, Then prove your faith while yet you may ; It lives when all things fall and die, Like a ray of bliss from its native sky ; [641] And were all creation to ruin hurled, It would live in a brighter and better world.\ Then whisper ye words of lovo as soft As the zephyrs that breezes of Paradise waft : Words of love, whose blest control Hath divinest influence o’er my soul.* Though all things else should faithless prove, I still will trust the words of love.LONDON FASHIONS.Evening dress—o?mousseline Indoue, a fancy colour, between a rose and a brown.The corsage cut exceedingly low round the bust, and a little pointed before.Pelenne-cazenou of blond lace.A double fall encircles the back and shoulders, the front forms a stomacher.A narrow heading of blond lace stands up round the bust.A fall of lace descends en tablier on each side of the skirt.The hair is parted on the forehead, disposed in full curls at the sides, and twisted in a knot at the back of the head.A wreath of marguerites brought low upon the fotchead, passes round the knot of hair, and is intermixed with it.Gold car-rings, neck-chain of tu’isled gold ; the pendents and those attached to the point of the corsage, are of fancy, jewelry, the mantelet is of black blond lace.GENERAL OBSERVATIONS.Variety in materials at least appears to be the order of the day in promenade dress.Clear muslin pelisses, lined with coloured sarsenet, or gros de Naples, and fastened down the front by knots of gauze riband to correspond with the lining, are still as fashionable as they were the begining of the season ; but there is a considerable alteration in the form of the pelerines worn with them.Some are small and round, a double fall, with a square collar trimmed with English lace.Others are pointed in front, and with the material arranged full upon the shoulder, so as to have the effect of a mancheron.A third kind are quite square, like those worn last year, but not near so large.What- [ M2 ] ever may be the form of the pelerine, it is always ombroidered, or trimmed with lace.Clear muslin, printed in delicate patterns, and in colours partly full, and partly light, is fashionable for dresses, but not so much so as washing silks with white grounds, printed in very small bouquets of pink flowers.f 'ou.r de soie, mousseline Inclouc, painted Pekin,and mousseline de soie, are the fashionable materials in evening dress.Corsages are cut extremely low round the bust, and are covered, at least partially, by mantelets or eazenous of black or while blond lace.Short sleeves, of the double sabot kind, are the most in favour.Head dresses are principally of hair in evening dress ; they are always decorated with flowers.Wreaths and bouquets are equally fashionable.Roses, marguerites, pinks, sprigs of hawthorn in blossom, jessamine, and honeysuckle are all in request.Fashionable colours are the lighter shades of green and blue, straw colour, lilac, different shades of rose and dust colour, and some fancy colours.MONTREAL MUSEUM.Several papers in Canada and in the U.Slates having name