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well known to all who are in the least conversant in history.

"The same overwhelming torrent, which had inundated the greater part of Africa, burst its way into the very heart of Europe, covered many kingdoms of Asia with unbounded desolation, and directed its baleful course to the flourishing provinces of Hindostan. Here these fierce and hardy adventurers, whose only improve ment had been in the science of destruction, who added the fury of fanaticism to the ravages of war, found the great end of their conquests opposed by objects which neither the ardour of their persevering zeal, nor savage barbarity, could surmount. Multitudes were sacrificed by the cruel hand of religious persecution, and whole countries were deluged in blood, in the vain hope that by the destruction of a part the remainder might be persuaded, or terrified into the profession of Mahomedism but all these sanguinary efforts were ineffectual; and at length, being fully convinced that, though they might extirpate, they could never hope to convert any number of the Hindoos, they relinquished the impracticable idea with which they had entered upon their career of conquest, and contented themselves with the acquirement of the civil dominion and almost universal empire of Hindostan." Letters from a Hindoo Rajah, by Eliza Hamilton.

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12 And brav'd the stormy spirit of the Cape. See the description of the Cape of Good Hope, translated from Camoens, by Mickle.

13 While famish'd nations died along the shore.

The following account of British conduct, and its consequences, in Bengal, will afford a sufficient idea of the fact alluded to in this passage. After describing the monopoly of salt, betel nut, and tobacco, the historian proceeds thus: "Money in this current came but by drops;

it could not quench the thirst of those who waited in India to receive it. An expedient, such as it was, remained to quicken its pace. The natives could live with little salt, but could not want food. Some of the agents saw themselves well situated for collecting the rice into stores; they did so. They knew the Gentoos would rather die than violate the principles of their religion by eating flesh. The alternative would therefore be between giving what they had, or dying. The inhabitants sunk -They that cultivated the land, and saw the harvest at the disposal of others, planted in doubt-Scarcity ensued. Then the monopoly was easier managed-Sickness ensued. In some districts the languid living left the bodies of their numerous dead unburied. Short history of the English Transactions in the East Indies, p. 145.

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14 Nine times have Brama's wheels of lightning hurl'd

His awful presence o'er the prostrate world!

Among the sublime fictions of the Hindoo mythology it is one article of belief that the Deity Brama has descended nine times upon the world in various forms, and that he is yet to appear a tenth time in the figure of a warrior upon a white horse to cut off all incorrigible offenders. Avatar is the word used to express his de

scent.

" And Camdeo bright, and Ganesa sublime.

Camdeo is the God of Love in the mythology of the Hindoos. Ganesa and Seriswattee correspond to the Pagan deities, Janus and Minerva.

ANALYSIS

OF THE SECOND PART.

APOSTROPHE to the power of Love

Its intimate
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connection with generous and social Sensibility sion to that beautiful passage in the beginning of the Book of Genesis, which represents the happiness of Paradise itself incomplete till Love was superadded to its other blessings The dream of future felicity which a lively imagination is apt to cherish when Hope is animated by refined attachment This disposition to combine, in one imaginary scene of residence, all that is pleasing in our estimate of happiness, compared to the skill of the great artist, who personified perfect beauty, in the picture of Venus, by an assemblage of the most beautiful features he could find-A summer and winter evening described, as they may be supposed to arise in the mind of one who wishes, with enthusiasm, for the union of friendship and retirement.

Hope and Imagination inseparable agents - Even in those contemplative moments when our imagination wanders beyond the boundaries of this world, our minds are not unattended with an impression that we shall some day have a wider and more distinct prospect of the universe, instead of the partial glimpse we now enjoy.

The last and most sublime influence of Hope is the concluding topic of the Poem-The predominance of a belief in a future state over the terrors attendant on dissolution The baneful influence of that sceptical philosophy which bars us from such comforts Allusion to the fate of a suicide Episode of Conrad and Ellenore Conclusion.

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THE

PLEASURES OF HOPE.

PART II.

IN joyous youth what soul hath never known
Thought, feeling, taste, harmonious to its own!
Who hath not paus'd, while Beauty's pensive eye
Ask'd from his heart the homage of a sigh!
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The pow'r of grace, the magic of a name!

There be, perhaps, who barren hearts avow,
Cold as the rocks on Torneo's hoary brow;
There be, whose loveless wisdom never fail'd,
In self adoring pride securely mail'd-
But, triumph not, ye peace-enamour'd few!
Fire, Nature, Genius, never dwelt with you!
For you no fancy consecrates the scene
Where rapture utter'd Vows, and wept between ;
'Tis yours, unmov'd, to sever and to meet-
No pledge is sacred, and no home is sweet!

Who that would ask a heart, to dulness wed, The waveless calm, the slumber of the dead! No-the wild bliss of Nature needs alloy, And fear and sorrow fan the fire of joy! And say, without our hopes, without our fears, Without the home that plighted love endears, Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh! what were man!- a world without a sun! Till Hymen brought his love-delighted hour There dwelt no joy in Eden's rosy bow'r!

In vain the viewless Seraph, ling'ring there,
At starry midnight charm'd the silent air;
In vain the wild-bird carol'd on the steep
To hail the sun slow-wheeling from the deep;
In vain, to sooth the solitary shade,
Aerial notes in mingling measure play'd
The summer wind that shook the spangled tree,
The whisp'ring wave, the murmur of the bee-
Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day,

And still the stranger wist not where to stray-
The world was sad!-the garden was a wild!
And Man, the hermit, sigh'd-till Woman smil'd!
True, the sad power to gen'rous hearts may bring
Delirious anguish on his fiery wing:

Barr'd from delight by Fate's untimely hand,
By wealthless lot, or pitiless command;
Or doom'd to gaze on beauties that adorn
The smile of triumph, or the frown of scorn;
While Mem'ry watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew;
Peace may depart-and life and nature seem
A barren path-a wildness, and a dream!

But, can the noble mind for ever brood,
The willing victim of a weary mood,
On heartless cares that squander life away,
And cloud young Genius bright'ning into day!-
Shame to the coward thought that e'er betray'd
The noon of manhood to a myrtle shade!—1
If Hope's creative spirit cannot raise
One trophy sacred to thy future days,

Scorn the dull crowd that haunt the gloomy shrine Of hopeless love to murmur and repine!

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