No! let me perish.

least, I'll not disgrace ye. The house of David is no more: no more our sacred seed shall lurk and linger, like a blighted thing in this degenerate earth. If we cannot flourish, why then we'll die!"

"Oh! say not so, my brother!"

A voice broke on the air, so soft, so sweet, so wildly musical-it sounded like a holy bell upon a summer day, a holy bell that calls to prayer, and stills each fierce emotion.

And softly kneeling at his side behold a female form! Her face is hid, her lips are pressed against the hand she gently steals. And now she raises up her head, and waits with tender patience for a glance from one who seldom smiles.

"O! say not so, my brother!"

He turns, he gazes on a face beauteous as a starry night, a starry night in those far climes where not a cloud is marked in heaven, when all below on earth's so sweet, and all above in air so still, that every passion melts away, and life seems but a fragrant dream.

I too have wandered in those lands, and roamed mid Jordan's vocal bowers. Ah! could the nightingale that sang to Syria's rose now sing to me, I'd give the fame of coming years to listen to that lay! He turns, he gazes, and he bends; his heart is full, his voice is low.

"Ah, Miriam! thou queller of dark spirits! is it thou? Why art thou here ?"

"Why am I here? Are you not here? and need I urge a stronger plea? Oh! brother dear, I pray you come, and mingle in our festival! Our walls are hung with flowers you love (2); I culled them by the fountain's side; the holy lamps are trimmed and set, and you must raise their earliest flame. Without the gate my maidens wait to offer you a

robe of state. Then, brother dear, I pray you come and mingle in our festival."

"Why should we feast ?"

"Ah! is it not in thy dear name these lamps are lit, these garlands hung? To day to us a prince is given, to-day-"

"A prince without a kingdom."

"But not without that which makes kingdoms precious, and which full many a royal heart has sighed for-willing subjects, David."

"Slaves, Miriam, fellow-slaves."

"What we are, my brother, our God has willed; and let us bow and tremble."

"I will not bow, I cannot tremble."

"Hush, David, hush! It was this haughty spirit that called the vengeance of the Lord upon us." "It was this haughty spirit that conquered Ca

"Oh my brother, my dear, dear brother! they told me the dark spirit had fallen on thee, and I came, and hoped thy Miriam might have charmed it. What we have been, Alroy, is a bright dream; and what we may be at least as bright a hope; and for what we are, thou art my brother. In thy love

I find present felicity, and value more thy chance embraces and thy scanty smiles, than all the vanished splendour of our race, our gorgeous gardens, and our glittering halls."

"Who waits without there?" "Caleb."

"Caleb ?"

"My lord."

"Go tell my uncle I presently will join the banquet. Leave me a moment, dearest. I'll soon be with thee. Nay, dry those tears, my life, or let me stop them with a soft kiss."

“Oh, Alroy, they are not tears of sorrow!"

"God be with thee, angel; fare thee well, though but for a moment. Thou art the charm and consolation of my life. Farewell, farewell.

"I do observe the influence of women very potent over me. 'Tis not of such stuff that they make heroes. I know not love, save that pure affection that does subsist between me and this girl: an orphan and my sister. We are so alike, that when, last Passover, in mimickry, she twined my turban round her graceful head, our uncle called her David.

"The daughters of my tribe, they please me not, though they are passing fair. Were our sons as brave as they are beautiful, we still might dance on Sion. Yet have I often thought that I could pillow this moody brow upon some snowy bosom that were my own, and dwell in the wilderness, far from the sight and ken of man, and all the care and toil and wretchedness, that groan and sweat and sigh about me, I might haply lose this deep sensation of o'erwhelming wo, that broods upon my being. No matter: life is but a dream, and mine must be a dull one."

II.

Without the gates of Hamadan, a very short distance from the city, was an enclosed piece of elevated ground, in the centre of which rose an ancient sepulchre, the traditionary tomb of Esther and Mordecai(3). This solemn and solitary spot was an accustomed haunt of Alroy, and thither escaping from the banquet, about an hour before sunset, he this day repaired.

As he unlocked the massy gate of the burial-place, he heard behind him the trampling of a horse; and

before he had again secured the entrance, some one shouted to him.

He looked up, and recognized the youthful and voluptuous Alschiroch, the governor of the city, and brother of the sultan of the Seljuks. He was attended only by a single running footman, an Arab, a detested favourite, and notorious minister of his pleasures.

"Dog!" exclaimed the irritated Alschiroch, "art thou deaf, or obstinate? or both? Are we to call twice to our slaves? Unlock that gate !"

"Wherefore?" inquired Alroy.

"Wherefore! By the holy prophet he bandies questions with us. Unlock that gate, or thy head

shall answer for it !"

"Who art thou," inquired Alroy," whose voice is so loud? Art thou some holiday Turk, who hath transgressed the orders of thy prophet and drunken aught but water? Go to, or I will summon thee before thy Cadi ;" and so saying, he turned towards the tomb.

"By the eyes of my mother, the dog jeers us. But that we are already late, and this horse is like an untamed tiger, I would impale him on the spot. Speak to the dog, Mustapha ! manage him!"

Worthy Hebrew," said the silky Mustapha, advancing, "apparently you are not aware that this is our lord Alschiroch. His highness would fain walk his horse through the burial-ground of thy excellent people, as he is obliged to repair, on urgent matters, to a holy Santon, who sojourns on the other side of the hill, and time presses."

"If this be our lord Alschiroch, thou doubtless art his faithful slave, Mustapha."

"I am, indeed, his poor slave. What then, young master ?"

"Deem thyself lucky that the gate is closed. It

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was but yesterday thou didst insult the sister of a servant of my house. I would not willingly sully my hands with such miserable blood as thine-but away, wretch, away!"

"Holy prophet! who is this dog?" exclaimed the astonished governor.

""Tis the young Alroy," whispered Mustapha, who had not at first recognized him, "he they call their prince a most headstrong youth. My lord, we had better proceed."

"The young Alroy! I mark him. They must have a prince too! The young Alroy! Well, let us away, and, dog!" shouted Alschiroch, rising in his stirrups and shaking his hand with a threatening air, "dog! remember thy tribute!"

Alroy rushed to the gate, but the massy lock was slow to open; and ere he could succeed, the fiery steed had borne Alschiroch beyond pursuit.

An expression of baffled rage remained for a moment on his countenance; for a moment he remained with his eager eye fixed on the route of his vanished enemy, and then he walked slowly towards the tomb; but his excited temper was now little in unison with the still reverie in which he had repaired to the sepulchre to indulge. He was restless and disquieted, and at length he wandered into the woods, which rose on the summit of the burial place.

He found himself at length upon a brow, crested with young pine trees, in the midst of which rose a mighty cedar. He threw himself underneath its thick and shadowy branches, and looked upon a valley small and green; in the midst of which was a marble fountain, the richly carved cupola(4), sup ported by twisted columns, and banded by a broad inscription in Hebrew characters. The bases of the white pillars were covered with wild flowers, or