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THE PARTING OF SIMMER.
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Thou 'rt bearing belie() thy moms,
Marl Summer Ewe thee well;
Th singing thy last melodies
In every wood and dell.
• ' Nve....o•A
But ere the golden sunset
Of thy latest Ilnitorlug day,
Oh, toll me. o'er this chequered Barth,
slow toast thou passed aWayl
Brightly, sweet Summer, brightly!
Thine hours have floated by,
To
.joyous birds of woodland boughs,
The rangers of the sky,
And brightly in the forests,
To the wild deer wandering free,
And brightly 'midst the garden flowerfl,
To the happy humming bee.
But how to human bosoms,
With all their hopes and fears,
And thoughts that make them eagle-wings,
"To pierce the unborn years-?
Sweet Summer! to the captive
Thou hest tlown in burning dreams
Of the woods, with all tiltir whispering leaves
And the blue rejoicing streams.
To Uhl wasted and the weary,
On the bed of sickness bound,
In swift delirious fantasies
That changed with every sound
The sailor on the
Is lodging wild and rain. .
For the gushing founts and breezy hills
And the homes of mirth. amin.
And unt,mo. glad Summer!
How hest thou flown to Inn?
My cludoloss fixdsteps naught has kept
From thy haunts of song and glcv.
Thou bast ftnwn in wayward visions,
In moms ries of the dead,
In shadows. frmn a troubled heart,
O'er thy sunny pathway shed.
In brief and sunny strivings
To ding a weight aside--
'3ll.lst these thy melodies have ceased
And all thy roses died. .
But, oh. thou ..;entle Summer!
If I groot thy dowers onro more,
Bring me a-:ain- the bottraileY
Wherewith my soul should saar.
(Urn me to hail thy sunshine
With song and spirit froo,
Or in a pnrer air than this,
May that next c!Aing be.
grlnst (rifle.
A TURKISH REVOLUTION.
IN the year 1665 of the Hegira, on the
'ond day of the feasts of Beiram, a large
" • nip of Mussulmans was assembled in a
•de before the mosque of St. Sophia.—
' :me were standing, and others, were sitting
(5.5-legged on mats or carpets 4pecad upon
• sand. By' degrees the group was increas
as the Moslems issued from the temple,
Al as passers-by, prompted by curiosity, re:
mined to see what was goingon. Every
wjss turned toward one point with a look
: expectation ; but a cloud of bluish smoke
•)ivly rising in the air proved that the grafi
•..ation of their curiosity was not the only
ensure which these Mussulmans enjoyed.
In the midst of this crowd of smokers, a
mug man of remarkably handsome features,
:,,ough somewhat bronzed by an Asiatic sun,
is seated before a small table, which was
• wered with swords' and brass balls. He
as dressed in a kind'of close jacket of green
Ile, admirably adapted to set off his light
id graceful figure; a girdle •of antelope
;in, on which some mysterious characters
ere inscribed in silver, confined a pair of
u(se trowsers, which were drawn in close at
me ankle. This light and attractive dress
:as completbl- by a Phrygian cap, from the
' m of which hung a small musical bell. By
his costume, at once graceful and fantastic,
was easy to recognize one of those jug.
flees whom the feasts of Beiram drew every
_.-ear to Stamboul, and ,to whom was errone
musty given the 'name of zingari.
The spectators soon became so numerous,
'fiat many found it difficult to get even a
:limpse of the juggler's' tricks. Thd brass
(ails, glittering in the sun, were flying round
is head with amazing rapidity, and forming
:very variety of figure at his pleasure. The
, ase and krace with which the zingaro pea l .
'wmed these wonders gave promise of still
seater. At length ) allowing the balls to
Imp ono after the other into a redounding.
'use at his feet, ho armed himself with a ya-
Lgban. Seizing the brilliant hilt,'he drew
'te blade from ifs costly scabbard, and dex
•rouidy-whirling it over his head, made as it
-ere a thousand flashes c;fdightning sparkle
sound hire. The Mussulmans slowly bowed
•eir heads in token of approbation, much
:ter 'the manner of 'those Chinese manda
carried about by the Italian boys, that
mice perpetual salutations to each other.
- The zingaro continued his exploits without
•: - spearing to notice the admiration he excit.
1, He next took a pidgeon's 'egg from a
moss basket, and plaCing it upright on
o table, be struelt . it with the edge of his
without)injUring its fragile covering.
.n incrodulons›stander 'took the egg to ex. •
nice it,'but the-slight prtssure of laic ring—
serveil to destroy, the frail object which
11 resisted the blow of the cimger. Then
king off his„Phrygian cap the juggler dist .
(tied a large clear forehead, shaded by locks
jetty blackness.. Placin g uptin his bare
ad a pyrrue id of steel, which he had first,:
submitted to the circle for inSpectßin, he
made the eu 'Ted:weapon fly,aroun d 11iin with
such fearful velocity,' that lie aPPeared for a
moment to he ! 'enveloped within the ltMtinous
circles it deAeribed. Presently the sword ap
peared to deviate; and grazed the hair of the
intrepid young man. Some Europeans pres
ent turned pale, and closed their eyes against
the dreaded sight; but the juggler's hand
was sore, The yataghan, which had spared
the pigeon's egg, had severed in two . the pyr
amid of steel.
This act of dexterity was followed by many
others no less perilous. The boldness of the
.ingaro terrified the usually impassive Turk's;
and, what was yet more surprising, he even
made theta smile by the amusing stories lie
related. Persons of his profession in Asia .
were generally silent, and their only powers
of amusement - layin - 4 heir fingers ends c -- bnt
this man possessed the varied qualities of an
Indian juggler and an Arabian storyteller.—
He paused between 'almost every trick to
continue a tale, again to be interrupted by
fresh displays of his power; thus by turns
delighting the eyes and the` ears of his au
dience. During the more dangerous of his
performances, even the smokers held their
breath, and not'a
. spund was to be heard but
the quiving of the steel and the tinkling of
the bell. '
One of the most enthusiastic admirers of
the zingaro was a man apparently about for
ty years of age, whose carpet was placed in
the first circle, and whose dress denoted him
to be or superior rank. This was the bos
tangidiossa, superintendent of the gardens,
and keeper of the privy purse to the grand
signior. The juggler having at length com
pleted his tricks, the people remaibed to hear
the conclusion of the story which had been
so often interrupted. He then continued his
narration, which was one of the Wild fictions
of the east, in pronouncing the:Jost words of
which, a melancholy expression passed over
his countenance. lie was aroused by the
voice of the bostangi.
"Since you are such a magician," said the
bostungi-balsa, "will you tell me which' is
the sultan's favorite flower?"
"The poppy of Aleppo; it is red," replied
the juggler, without a moment's hesitation.
At what time does the sultan sleep?" re
sumed the bostangi, after a few moment's re
flection, expecting to puzzle him by this clues-
boo.
"Never!" said the juggler.
The Kassa started, and looked anxiously
around him, fearing lest othet• ears than his
own had heard this answer. Ile slowly arose
and beckoned the zingaro to"approach him;
then lowering his voice—" Can you tell me,"
said he, "the name of his favorite wife?''
"Yes,"- replied the diviner, in tAtirical
tone, "it is Assarach."
The bostangi put his finger on the juggler's
"Follow me," said he; and, as he moved
to
. depart, the crowd respectfully opened a
pas Sage before him.
The young, man took up his yatag,han, and
leaving the remainder of his baggage to be
carried by a slave, he followed the steps of
his' guide toward the great door of the pal-
The history of the successors of ,Moßam
med often present little beyond the melan
choly spectacle of a throne , at the mercy o
a lawless i;oldiery.. Mahmoud was not the
first of his race who sought to free the sera
glio from those thrmidable guardianS. Soli
man ITI. had formed 'this perilous design be
fore him, but he was put to death by , the
janissaries, led by Mustapha, his uncle, who
caine frOin the Mores for the ostensible pur
pose of defimding the emperor, but in reali
ty to seize "upon . his throne. The sultan
,Mustapha, who had commenced his reign in
gutelVa tragic manner, experienced all the
anxiety and uneasiness which must over at.
tend the acts of a usurper and a tYraati - --=- --
Sordid, suspicious, and peiTaioils,•he
through every promise he , had' mode to the
janissaries, whosa.creature t nevertheless hq,
was. Instead of doubling their piiy, he di - - -
minished it; instead of lessening the taxes,
he doubled them. He' lived buried, in the
depths of his palace, the care of which he
had confided to the Greek soldiery, notwith,
standing .the murmurs of the legitimate
guards. The mutes, dwarfs, acid buffoons at
the palace could alone obtOn'access to his
presence.
At the time the zingaro was amusing the
grave subjects of his highness, Mustapha was
seated cross-legged on his divan in an inner
apartment of the palace, seeking to drive
away his'ennui in watching the column's of
fragrant smoke as they slowly rose from the
long tube of his narghile. A slave stood be
side him, holding a feathered fan of varied
colors. The buffoons of .the palltiic had min
ty tried to extort one smile from thejr MI/Fe
Ler. The impa.sibility or the grand signior
gave them to understand that'their time 'was
entiisle , 14e016. ,
kill choSeli, and that mirth would be danger
ous; they had, therefore, ono after the other,
quitted the apartment, waiting to re-enter at
thegood.pleasure of the prince. One among
them, hoWever,—the favorite dwarf, and the
most deformeil'of all the inmates of the pal
age—vishep6nake another attempt He
entered noiselessly, and, seating himself near
the musing sultan, he took up one of the
tubes of the narghile, and putting it to his
lips, he imitated the looks and posture of his,
master. When the latter perceived that the
intention of the buffoon was to parody his
sacred 'person, he gave the unfortunate ea - UT: -
tier a most violent push with his foot, and
resumed his reverie. The head of the dwarf
hit against the marble fountain, and blood
flowed from the wound. The hapless jester,
whose only fault lay in endeavoring to amuse
his master, left-the-apartment -with-tears-glis
tening in his eyes, and soon not a sound was
to he heard throughout the immense palace
but the voice of the muezzin summoning to
the duties of•the mosque.
Shortly afterward the hangings opposite
the divan were gently. raised, and a man
stood in a respectful attitude beforeMusta
pha.
"What woubist thou?'' said the sultan
The bostangi-balsa, for it was he, replied
briefly,according to the custom of the se
raglio: "A juggler stands withont; he might
perchance amuse your highness."
The sultan made a sign in the negative.
"This man," continued the bostangi,
"knows strange things; he can read the fu-
turn."
"Let him come in!"
— The tibßangi:basa bowed profuuntlly and
retired.
Black slaves, armed with drawn and glis
tening chneters; surrounded the imperial so
1k when the zingaro was introduced. Mier
a,slight salutation, the young man leaned
gracefully upon his yataghan, awaiting the
orders cif the emperor.
"Thy name!" demanded Mustapha.
"Mebane."
"Thy country?"
"Jugglers have no' country."
"Thine age?"
"I was five' years obi when.you,first girded
on the sword of Ottoman."
"Whence comest thou?"
"From the Morea, signior," replied the
zingaro, pronouncing the-words with empha
sis.
The, sultan remained silent for a moment,
but .soon added, gayly: "Since you eon read
the future, I will put your knowledge to the
proof. When people know the future, they
ought to know the past!"
"You say right, signior; he who sees the
evening star rise in the hori . zon has but to
turn his head to view the last rays of the set-
ting sun." e
"Well! tell me how I made Ityl;\ ablutions
yesterday. -
"The. first
, with Canary wine, the seems
with wino of Cyprus, awl the third with tha
of Chios."
The "ehief of the believers" smiled and
stiolted his beard; he was indeed in the habit
of demoting in this respect, as in manyoth.
ers, from the prescriptions of the'lCOTatt:'
"Knowest thou," replied the stilton, whom
the ziugaru's answer had put into a pleasant
humor—" knowest thou that I could have thee
beheaded!"
"Doubtless," said the juggler, undaunted
ly, "as you did the Spanish merchant, who
watered his wine before he suld it to you."
MI Melilla applauded the-knowledge of the
zinger°. He hesitated, nevertheless, before
he ventured to put the dreaded question tliat
tyrants, who arc ever superstitious, never fail
to demand of, itltplogers—"How long have
I to live?"
The grand signior assumed a persuasive
tone; and even condescended to flattei the or
gan„ of destiny, in hopes of obtaining a )It
vorable answer.
"Thou art a wonderful, youth," said he;
"thou kuowest things of' which, beside thy
self, the Mutes only possess thd secret; Lhave
questioned many fakeerstmarabouts, and cel
ebrated dervisesi who hav'n three times visit
ed the Cpml) of the prophet, but none of' them
were able- to l‘nswer Inc as Viol) hast..
should wish to keep thee in my palace; I will
make thee richer-than all the merchants of
Galata, if thou wilt tell mi.) the year When
must die."
Melville then approached the emperoryand
taking, his hand, he appeared to study the
lines of it with deep attention. Having fin
ished his evmination, he went to, the win
dow, and fired his eyes for some thud upon
the heavenis. ." The fires of. Beiram are light
ing,up the copola of the grand mosqite," said
hc, slowly; "night is at hay."
Mostfipha an.)ziously awaited the 'answer of
the astroroger. The latter continued in a
Mysterious manner: "The ddclining day
still eclipses the light of the constellations.
I will ansver you y ' signori, when thb eveniug
star appears."
The sultan made a .movement of impa
tience; anger was depicted- in his counten
ance, and the look which he darted on the
mutes showed the zingaro that he had incur
red his highne.qs displeasure. Curiosity,
However, doubtless prevailed over every other
feeling of the prig`oe't4 : '!nind; for, turning to
Mehalle, he said: "I am little accustomed to
wait; I will do so, however, if thou canst
amuse me . until the propitious hour aiTives."
"Would your highness like to see some
flats of juggling?" said Mehalle, drawing his
sabre from the scabbard.
"No! no!" exclaimed the sultan, making
the circle of slaves close in about him.—
"Leave thine arms:l.
"Would you prefer ti story, signior?"
— " - Stories - that - lull - an Ara)) to sleep under
his tent? No, I Must have something new.
Of all known games, there is but,one I care
for; I used to play it formerly ; but now, there
is,not a single person within my empire who
understands a chess•board."
.
The zingaro smiled, and taking an ebony
box from a velvet hag, he presented it to the
sultan, whose wish he understood.
The words of ,Mustapha will require some
explanation for the reader. The sultan was
passionately fond of the game of chess. At
the commencement of his reign he easily
found adversaries, and played for considera .
ble sums. lie possessed the secret of keep.
ing fortune always at his side: when he lost,
- the happy conqueror was strangled. These
of his adherents whom he admitted to the
honor of his imperial company, were coin.
jielled {O . stibutit ., either to their ruin, or, if
they preferred it, to,theb death. In a short
time, not a person could be found within the
.whole extent of the empire who knew any
thing of the, game of chess. Mehalle was
not ignorant of these circumstances; never
theless, it was a chess-board that he offered
to the sultan. The stern countenance of the
prince relaxed at the sight, and the board
was immediately placed on the bowed back
of a slave. Before commencing the game,
however, the sultan, after a moment's reflec
tion, said;' "We are about to play ;so far,
good ; but, shouldst thoW lose, what shall I
gain'?"
"Since your highness does me-the_lonor
of playing against me, I will stake all I pos
sess, this chanter and my liberty. But what
if 1 win?" added the zingaro, folding his
arms.
" Shouldst thou win, I. will give thee a
slave."
" For a free man?—the stake is not equal. -
" I iviil,tad to it my finest courser." ",
"I need it ;tot; my feet are swifter than
those of an Arab steed."
"What wilt thou then?,"
"I have a fancy, sublime signior. Until
this day I have been nothing but a poor wan
derer, and have worn only the dress and the
cap of a juggler. Were I to complain of
this, I should be ungrateful, for this simple
garb has cyer seen me free and happy. 1,
however, renounce it; I become your slave;
my mirth shall be for you al - 6; I will sing
for you 'lndian songs, and, above all, I will',
divine for none but you. In °return, I will
ask but one ttitg ; it is to allow me, if I win,,
to wciar your royal mantle for ten minutes,
to sit upon the divan surrounded by slaves,
and to,plitee upon my head that dreaded tur
ban, whose fame has reached to the , very
ends of the earth.'' . .
The proposition of %Amite was received
with a burst of laughter from the sultan.—
Had Mustapha not laughed, the zingaro was
a dead man.
"Thou wouldst sit upon the seat of the ca
liphs l •Dost thou not fear the weight .of this
turhait upon ,thy silly head? A fine figure
hoit wouldst make alder the pelisse of' Ot
t tomanl should like to see thee giving au
dience to the vizors and the pashas I'
"It is 4 in your highness's power to afford
.yourself this plea re."
-
"Well," exclajui•ed Mustapha;• " I will agree
to the stake. A juggler upon the thronel—
Such a sight was never seen in the East."
The game commenced; it Was short. The
sultan lost, but be was in a pleasant vein,
awl he prepared - to fulfil his engagemeuL
Mustapha loosened his girdle, took off his
1 . •
pe isse, and laid down his turban, while a
slave assisted to. invest Mehalle in the royal
garments. These preparations completed,
the sultan, dressed only in loose silken trow
tiers and a richly embroidered vestopproaeh-
Cd a - clock, and placing his finger on the di
al plate—" When the hand. shall mark the
hour,of eight," said he, "I shall have paid
my debt, and then, signior; you will become
my astrologer." • • -
The juggler ascended the divan, and hav
ing placed his faithful chneter at his side,*
ordered the doorS to be thrown open 11,n• the
numerous courtiers whezhad been long await.
ing the good pleasure,,of his highness.. The
apartment, which the dim light of the even•,
ing rendered rather obscure, was immediate
ly filled with a large assembly, among which
were mingled the mufti, and the ulemas, tin;
aga of the janissaries, the pashas from th6ir'
different provinces, and the great officers of
the porte, the bostangi4Nissa being Of the
number.
Seated apart upon velvet cushions, Musta
pha was laughing in his sleeve at the surprise
which awaited the assembly, and at the em
barrassment which would doubtless be ex
hibited by the zingaro.
At a sign from Mustapha, the flambeaus
were lighted, and the room was brilliantly il-
luminated. Venetian mirrors reflected the
jets d'eau which fell in dazzling showers into
basins of green marble. This enchanting
scene was unnoticed by the assembly; all
were bending respeaftilly bofore the sultan'a
divan, and Mustapha, whose 'eyes were fixed
on the zingaro,begaßito look uneasy.
Mehalle stood with lofty bearing and ma
jestic air. With one hand he grasped his
yataghan, while with the other lm motioned
the assembly to rise.
-Murmurs of admiration passed through
the apartin the young man received them
with a sm'APN,Pil„fixifig more firmly on his
head the green turhan, shaded by a plume of
scarlet feathers, he cried in a commanding
tone: "Let the standard of the prophet be
raised on the grand mosque! the peopluwill
salute it from afar at the fires of Beiram
At these words 'an officer stepped forth to
execute the order; but._Mustapha rose to pre
vent him.
"llaggi MohamMed," continued the zin
garo, with an imperious gesture, "obey!"
The aga bowed and retired. Melialle ad
ded: "Let the imauns repair to the temples
and offer uppetitions for the new sultan!—
Cadilisquier, have Iho tomb of Mustnpha
opened in Scutari, the city of the dead:"
The sultan tried to smile. "Keepers of
the treasury," continued the juggler, "dis:
tribute among the poor of Stamboul the ab
cumulated hoardings of the late emperor,".
"Enough, buffoon!" exclaimed Mustapha,
in an agitated voice, on seeing how readily
his servants obeyed 'these strange orders.—
The riot became alarMiag.
fq still command,': replied the zingaro,
with calm self- . FissessiOn; "the clock has not
yet struck the hour of eight. Art thou then
so impatient to know the fate that awititif':
thee?" The courtiers were at a loss to un
derstand-this mysterious scene.' They look
ed with terror• on this bold young man, in
vested with the insignia of power, and the
bostangi-bassa was astonished to see his san
guinary master tremble before a strolling jug
gler.
"Mustapha." continued the diviner, "thou
wouldst huow the time of thy death?' I am
about to tell thee, for the evening star has
riiion! I will tell thee even, la order to be
genenms, what death thou shalt die. Mufti,
advance."
The president of the oumela came for
ward. The zingaro proceeded " You, who
read etch day the-book of our prophet r ,
explaikit to the people, sovereign judgVOT
the empire, tell this man how avarice and
usury ought to be panished; what penalty
awaits him who shelters himself in retire-;
meta that he may break the - laws, who intox
icates himself during the hours of purifica
tion, and who, stained with every crime, has
neverused his power but to oppress the weak,
to spoil the rich, to ruin innocence, and to,
sacrifice virtue?"
Great excitement now prevailed, and Mus
taPha, pale, .and deprived of all self-posses
sion, sought:the hilt of his dagger..
The mufti replied in a low and grave tone:
" The least of these ytilnes is deserviiig of
death.,".
"'['lieu nearest, Mustapha, it is the proph
et who condemns thee!" As he said this, he
beckoned to the mutes; Mustapl“ried to
rush to the divan, but he was seized by the
slaves, who passed the cord around his neeki•
"Yes, thine hour is come," pursued the di
viner; k‘ the lives - of so many victims if - MSC
be paid for by thine own; I am at length
come to avenge them."
"And who art thou?"
"li•needs,not I should tell thee, for thou
knoWeidMel On this day fifteen years, a
man fell, pierced with. wounds by the hands
of thy soldiers, on trio very spot where with
in this hour thou shalt die, Thou didst seize
on his possessions, thou didst invest thyself
with his turban, but• it :wanted then those
feathers
,dyed in his blood. That min was_
niy fittherlheiyas the caliph.. Yes! lam
the son of - Pmlimiin. Thou bast massacred
my family: Thou bast reckened their-heads
also.. Thou hest confounded the son of thy
master with the child of the slave. lam the
evening star-1 am the sultan .Amtirathl"
As he thm'3s . polte, the young prince , made
a step forward. • His lofty hrow; Lis fvaturesp
his voice, the almost supernatut:al majesty of