Resumes his charge. Then Maimuna

Recall'd to mind the double oracle;

Quick as the lightening flash

Its import glanced upon her, and the hope
Of pardon and salvation rose,

As now she understood

The lying prophecy of truth.

She pauses not, she ponders not;
The driven air before her fann'd the face
Of Thalaba, and he awoke and saw
The Sorceress of the silver locks.

One more permitted spell!

She takes the magic thread.

With the wide eye of wonder, Thalaba Watches her snowy fingers round and round, Unwind the loosening chain.

Again he hears the low sweet voice,

The low sweet voice so musical,

That sure it was not strange,

If, in those unintelligible tones,

Was more than human potency,

That with such deep and undefin'd delight,

Filled the surrendered soul.

The work is done, the song hath ceas'd;
He wakes as from a dream of Paradise,

And feels his fetters gone, and with the burst
Of wondering adoration, praises God.

Her charm hath loosed the chain it bound,

But massy walls, and iron gates,
Confine Hodeirah's son.

Heard ye not, Genii of the Air, her spell,
That o'er her face there flits

The sudden flush of fear?

Again her louder lips repeat the charm,
Her eye is anxious, her cheek pale,
Her pulse plays fast and feeble.

Nay, Maimuna! thy power hath ceas'd,
And the wind scatters now

The voice which rul'd it late.

"Be comforted, my soul!" she cried, her eye Brightening with sudden joy; " be comforted!

"We have burst through the bonds which bound us

down

"To utter death; our covenant with Hell "Is blotted out! The Lord hath given me strength!

"Great is the Lord, and merciful!

« Hear me, ye rebel Spirits! in the name
« Of Allah and the Prophet, hear the spell !"

Groans then were heard, the prison walls were rent, The whirlwind wrapt them round, and forth they flew, Borne in the chariot of the winds abroad.

NOTES TO BOOK IX.

"His fragrant food the horned Viper there," &c.-P. 124.

In this valley we found plenty of provender for our cattle rosemary bushes, and other shrubs of uncommon fragrance, which, being natives of the desart, are still perhaps without a name. Though these scented plants are the usual food of the camel, it is remarkable that his breath is insufferably nauseous. But, when he is pushed by hunger, he devours thistles and prickles indiscriminately, without the least damage to his mouth, which seems proof to the sharpest thorns.-Eyles Irwin.

"As

Hovers with hostile wings, &c.-P. 129. The hawk is used at Aleppo in taking the hare. soon as the hare is put up, one, or a brace of the nearest greyhounds are slipped, and the falconer, galloping after them, throws off his hawk. The hare cannot run long, where the hawk behaves properly; but sometimes getting