Project Gutenberg's The Curse of Kehama, Volume 2 (of 2), by Robert Southey This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. Title: The Curse of Kehama, Volume 2 (of 2) Volume the Second Author: Robert Southey Release Date: August 30, 2017 [EBook #55459] Language: English Character set encoding: UTF-8 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CURSE OF KEHAMA, VOLUME 2 *** Produced by David Thomas The Curse of Kehama: by Robert Southey. Καταραι, ως και τα αλεκτρυονονεοττα, οικον αει, οψε κεν επανηξαν εγκαθισομεναι. Αποφθ. Ανεκ. του Γυλιελ. του Μητ. CURSES ARE LIKE YOUNG CHICKEN, THEY ALWAYS COME HOME TO ROOST. THE THIRD EDITION. _VOLUME THE SECOND._ LONDON: PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND BROWN, PATERNOSTER-ROW. 1812. TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES. This book was originally digitized by Google and is intended for personal, non-commercial use only. Original page numbers are given in curly brackets. Footnotes have been relocated to the end of the book. Passages originally rendered in small-caps have been changed to all-caps in the text version of this work. Alteration: [p. 147] change "gross" to "grass". CONTENTS TO VOLUME SECOND. 13. The Retreat 14. Jaga-Naut 15. The City of Baly 16. The Ancient Sepulchres 17. Baly 18. Kehama's Descent 19. Mount Calasay 20. The Embarkation 21. The World's End 22. The Gate of Padalon 23. Padalon 24. The Amreeta Notes Footnotes THE CURSE OF KEHAMA. XIII. THE RETREAT. {1} 1. Around her Father's neck the Maiden lock'd Her arms, when that portentous blow was given; Clinging to him she heard the dread uproar, And felt the shuddering shock which ran through Heaven. Earth underneath them rock'd, Her strong foundations heaving in commotion, Such as wild winds upraise in raving Ocean, As though the solid base were rent asunder. {2} And lo! where, storming the astonish'd sky, Kehama and his evil host ascend! Before them rolls the thunder, Ten thousand thousand lightnings round them fly, Upward the lengthening pageantries aspire, Leaving from Earth to Heaven a widening wake of fire. 2. When the wild uproar was at length allay'd, And Earth, recovering from the shock, was still, Thus to her father spake the imploring Maid. Oh! by the love which we so long have borne Each other, and we ne'er shall cease to bear, . . Oh! by the sufferings we have shar'd, And must not cease to share, . . One boon I supplicate in this dread hour, One consolation in this hour of woe! Thou hast it in thy power, refuse not thou The only comfort now That my poor heart can know. 3. O dearest, dearest Kailyal! with a smile Of tenderness and sorrow, he replied, {3} O best belov'd, and to be lov'd the best Best worthy, . . set thy duteous heart at rest. I know thy wish, and let what will betide, Ne'er will I leave thee wilfully again. My soul is strengthen'd to endure its pain; Be thou, in all my wanderings, still my guide; Be thou, in all my sufferings, at my side. 4. The Maiden, at those welcome words, imprest A passionate kiss upon her father's cheek: They look'd around them, then, as if to seek Where they should turn, North, South, or East or West, Wherever to their vagrant feet seem'd best. But, turning from the view her mournful eyes, Oh, whither should we wander, Kailyal cries, Or wherefore seek in vain a place of rest? Have we not here the Earth beneath our tread, Heaven overhead, A brook that winds through this sequester'd glade, And yonder woods, to yield us fruit and shade! The little all our wants require is nigh; Hope we have none, . . why travel on in fear? We cannot fly from Fate, and Fate will find us here. {4} 5. 'Twas a fair scene wherein they stood, A green and sunny glade amid the wood, And in the midst an aged Banian grew. It was a goodly sight to see That venerable tree, For o'er the lawn, irregularly spread, Fifty straight columns propt its lofty head; And many a long depending shoot, Seeking to strike its root, Straight like a plummet, grew towards the ground. Some on the lower boughs, which crost their way, Fixing their bearded fibres, round and round, With many a ring and wild contortion wound; Some to the passing wind at times, with sway Of gentle motion swung, Others of younger growth, unmov'd, were hung Like stone-drops from the cavern's fretted height. Beneath was smooth and fair to sight, Nor weeds nor briars deform'd the natural floor, And through the leafy cope which bower'd it o'er Came gleams of checquered light. So like a temple did it seem, that there A pious heart's first impulse would be prayer. {5} 6. A brook, with easy current, murmured near; Water so cool and clear The peasants drink not from the humble well, Which they with sacrifice of rural pride, Have wedded to the cocoa-grove beside; Nor tanks of costliest masonry dispense To those in towns who dwell, The work of Kings, in their beneficence. Fed by perpetual springs, a small lagoon, Pellucid, deep, and still, in silence join'd And swell'd the passing stream. Like burnish'd steel Glowing, it lay beneath the eye of noon; And when the breezes, in their play, Ruffled the darkening surface, then, with gleam Of sudden light, around the lotus stem It rippled, and the sacred flowers that crown The lakelet with their roseate beauty, ride, In gentlest waving rock'd, from side to side; And as the wind upheaves Their broad and buoyant weight, the glossy leaves Flap on the twinkling waters, up and down. 7. They built them here a bower; of jointed cane, {6} Strong for the needful use, and light and long Was the slight frame-work rear'd, with little pain; Lithe creepers, then, the wicker-sides supply, And the tall jungle-grass fit roofing gave Beneath that genial sky. And here did Kailyal, each returning day, Pour forth libations from the brook, to pay The Spirits of her Sires their grateful rite; In such libations pour'd in open glades, Beside clear streams and solitary shades, The Spirits of the virtuous dead delight. And duly here, to Marriataly's praise, The Maid, as with an Angel's voice of song, Pour'd her melodious lays Upon the gales of even, And gliding in religious dance along, Mov'd, graceful as the dark-eyed Nymphs of Heaven, Such harmony to all her steps was given, 8. Thus ever, in her Father's doting eye, Kailyal perform'd the customary rite; He, patient of his burning pain the while, Beheld her, and approv'd her pious toil; And sometimes, at the sight, {7} A melancholy smile Would gleam upon his awful countenance, He, too, by day and night, and every hour, Paid to a higher Power his sacrifice; An offering, not of ghee, or fruit, or rice, Flower-crown, or blood; but of a heart subdued, A resolute, unconquer'd fortitude, An agony represt, a will resign'd, To her, who, on her secret throne reclin'd, Amid the milky Sea, by Veeshnoo's side, Looks with an eye of mercy on mankind. By the Preserver, with his power endued, There Voomdavee beholds this lower clime, And marks the silent sufferings of the good, To recompense them in her own good time. 9. O force of faith! O strength of virtuous will! Behold him, in his endless martyrdom, Triumphant still! The Curse still burning in his heart and brain, And yet doth he remain Patient the while, and tranquil, and content! The pious soul hath fram'd unto itself {8} A second nature, to exist in pain As in its own allotted element. 10. Such strength the will reveal'd had given This holy pair, such influxes of grace, That to their solitary resting place They brought the peace of Heaven. Yea all around was hallowed! Danger, Fear, Nor thought of evil ever entered here. A charm was on the Leopard when he came Within the circle of that mystic glade; Submiss he crouch'd before the heavenly maid, And offered to her touch his speckled side; Or with arch'd back erect, and bending head, And eyes half-clos'd for pleasure, would he stand, Courting the pressure of her gentle hand. 11. Trampling his path through wood and brake, And canes which crackling fall before his way, And tassel-grass, whose silvery feathers play O'ertopping the young trees, On comes the Elephant, to slake {9} His thirst at noon in yon pellucid springs. Lo! from his trunk upturn'd, aloft he flings The grateful shower; and now Plucking the broad-leav'd bough Of yonder plane, with waving motion slow, Fanning the languid air, He moves it to and fro. But when that form of beauty meets his sight, The trunk its undulating motion stops, From his forgetful hold the plane-branch drops, Reverent he kneels, and lifts his rational eyes To her as if in prayer; And when she pours her angel voice in song, Entranced he listens to the thrilling notes, Till his strong temples, bath'd with sudden dews, Their fragrance of delight and love diffuse. 12. Lo! as the voice melodious floats around, The Antelope draws near, The Tygress leaves her toothless cubs to hear, The Snake comes gliding from the secret brake, Himself in fascination forced along By that enchanting song; {10} The antic Monkies, whose wild gambols late, When not a breeze wav'd the tall jungle-grass, Shook the whole wood, are hush'd, and silently Hang on the cluster'd trees. All things in wonder and delight are still; Only at times the Nightingale is heard, Not that in emulous skill that sweetest bird Her rival strain would try, A mighty songster, with the Maid to vie; She only bore her part in powerful sympathy. 13. Well might they thus adore that heavenly Maid! For never Nymph of Mountain, Or Grove, or Lake, or Fountain, With a diviner presence fill'd the shade. No idle ornaments deface Her natural grace, Musk-spot, nor sandal-streak, nor scarlet stain, Ear-drop nor chain, nor arm nor ankle-ring, Nor trinketry on front, or neck, or breast, Marring the perfect form: she seem'd a thing Of Heaven's prime uncorrupted work, a child Of early Nature undefil'd, {11} A daughter of the years of innocence. And therefore all things lov'd her. When she stood Beside the glassy pool, the fish, that flies Quick as an arrow from all other eyes, Hover'd to gaze on her. The mother bird, When Kailyal's steps she heard, Sought not to tempt her from her secret nest, But, hastening to the dear retreat, would fly To meet and welcome her benignant eye. 14. Hope we have none, said Kailyal to her Sire. Said she aright? and had the Mortal Maid No thoughts of heavenly aid, . . No secret hopes her inmost heart to move With longings of such deep and pure desire, As vestal Maids, whose piety is love, Feel in their extasies, when rapt above, Their souls unto their heavenly Spouse aspire? Why else so often doth that searching eye Roam through the scope of sky? Why, if she sees a distant speck on high, Starts there that quick suffusion to her cheek? 'Tis but the Eagle, in his heavenly height; {12} Reluctant to believe, she hears his cry, And marks his wheeling flight, Then languidly averts her mournful sight. Why ever else, at morn, that waking sigh, Because the lovely form no more is nigh Which hath been present to her soul all night; And that injurious fear Which ever, as it riseth, is represt, Yet riseth still within her troubled breast, That she no more shall see the Glendoveer! 15. Hath he forgotten me? The wrongful thought Would stir within her, and, though still repell'd With shame and self-reproaches, would recur. Days after days unvarying come and go, And neither friend nor foe Approaches them in their sequestered bower. Maid of strange destiny! but think not thou Thou art forgotten now, And hast no cause for farther hope or fear. High-fated Maid, thou dost not know What eyes watch over thee for weal and woe! Even at this hour, {13} Searching the dark decrees divine, Kehama, in the fulness of his power, Perceives his thread of fate entwin'd with thine. The Glendoveer, from his far sphere, With love that never sleeps, beholds thee here, And, in the hour permitted, will be near. Dark Lorrinite on thee hath fix'd her sight, And laid her wiles, to aid Foul Arvalan when he shall next appear; For well she ween'd his Spirit would renew Old vengeance now, with unremitting hate; The Enchantress well that evil nature knew, The accursed Spirit hath his prey in view, And thus, while all their separate hopes pursue, All work, unconsciously, the will of Fate. 16. Fate work'd its own the while. A band Of Yoguees, as they roam'd the land, Seeking a spouse for Jaga-Naut their God, Stray'd to this solitary glade, And reach'd the bower wherein the Maid abode. Wondering at form so fair, they deem'd the power Divine had led them to his chosen bride, And seiz'd and bore her from her father's side. XIV. JAGA-NAUT. 1. Joy in the city of great Jaga-Naut! Joy in the seven-headed Idol's shrine! A virgin-bride his ministers have brought, A mortal maid, in form and face divine, Peerless among all daughters of mankind; Search'd they the world again from East to West, In endless quest, Seeking the fairest and the best, No maid so lovely might they hope to find; . . For she hath breath'd celestial air, And heavenly food hath been her fare, And heavenly thoughts and feelings give her face That heavenly grace. {15} Joy in the city of great Jaga-Naut, Joy in the seven-headed Idol's shrine! The fairest Maid his Yoguees sought, A fairer than the fairest have they brought, A maid of charms surpassing human thought, A maid divine. 2. Now bring ye forth the Chariot of the God! Bring him abroad, That through the swarming City he may ride; And by his side Place ye the Maid of more than mortal grace, The Maid of perfect form and heavenly face! Set her aloft in triumph, like a bride Upon the bridal car, And spread the joyful tidings wide and far, . . Spread it with trump and voice That all may hear, and all who hear rejoice, . . The Mighty One hath found his mate! the God Will ride abroad! To-night will he go forth from his abode! Ye myriads who adore him, Prepare the way before him! {16} 3. Uprear'd on twenty wheels elate, Huge as a Ship, the bridal car appear'd; Loud creak its ponderous wheels, as through the gate A thousand Bramins drag the enormous load. There, thron'd aloft in state, The image of the seven-headed God Came forth from his abode; and at his side Sate Kailyal like a bride; A bridal statue rather might she seem, For she regarded all things like a dream, Having no thought, nor fear, nor will, nor aught Save hope and faith, that liv'd within her still. 4. O silent Night, how have they startled thee With the brazen trumpet's blare! And thou, O Moon! whose quiet light serene Filleth wide heaven, and bathing hill and wood, Spreads o'er the peaceful valley like a flood, How have they dimm'd thee with the torches' glare, Which round yon moving pageant flame and flare, As the wild rout, with deafening song and shout, Fling their long flashes out, That, like infernal lightnings, fire the air. {17} 5. A thousand pilgrims strain Arm, shoulder, breast and thigh, with might and main, To drag that sacred wain, And scarce can draw along the enormous load. Prone fall the frantic votaries in its road, And, calling on the God, Their self-devoted bodies there they lay To pave his chariot-way. On Jaga-Naut they call, The ponderous Car rolls on, and crushes all. Through blood and bones it ploughs its dreadful path. Groans rise unheard; the dying cry, And death and agony Are trodden under foot by yon mad throng, Who follow close, and thrust the deadly wheels along. 6. Pale grows the Maid at this accursed sight; The yells which round her rise Have rous'd her with affright, And fear hath given to her dilated eyes A wilder light. Where shall those eyes be turn'd? she knows not where! {18} Downward they dare not look, for there Is death and horror, and despair; Nor can her patient looks to Heaven repair, For the huge Idol over her, in air, Spreads his seven hideous heads, and wide Extends their snaky necks on every side; And all around, behind, before, The bridal Car, is the raging rout, With frantic shout, and deafening roar, Tossing the torches' flames about. And the double double peals of the drum are there, And the startling burst of the trumpet's blare; And the gong, that seems, with its thunders dread, To stun the living, and waken the dead. The ear-strings throb as if they were broke, And the eye-lids drop at the weight of its stroke. Fain would the Maid have kept them fast, But open they start at the crack of the blast. 7. Where art thou, Son of Heaven, Ereenia! where In this dread hour of horror and despair? Thinking on him, she strove her fear to quell, If he be near me, then will all be well; And, if he reck not for my misery, {19} Let come the worst, it matters not to me. Repel that wrongful thought, O Maid! thou feelest, but believ'st it not; It is thine own imperfect nature's fault That lets one doubt of him arise within. And this the Virgin knew; and, like a sin, Repell'd the thought, and still believ'd him true; And summoned up her spirit to endure All forms of fear, in that firm trust secure. 8. She needs that faith, she needs that consolation, For now the Car hath measured back its track Of death, and hath re-entered now its station. There, in the Temple-court, with song and dance, A harlot-band, to meet the Maid, advance. The drum hath ceas'd its peals; the trump and gong Are still; the frantic crowd forbear their yells; And sweet it was to hear the voice of song, And the sweet music of their girdle-bells, Armlets and anklets, that, with chearful sounds Symphonious tinkled as they wheel'd around. 9. They sung a bridal measure, {20} A song of pleasure, A hymn of joyaunce and of gratulation. Go, chosen One, they cried, Go, happy bride! For thee the God descends in expectation; For thy dear sake He leaves his heaven, O Maid of matchless charms. Go, happy One, the bed divine partake, And fill his longing arms! Thus to the inner fane, With circling dance and hymeneal strain, The astonish'd Maid they led, And there they laid her on the bridal bed. Then forth they went, and clos'd the Temple-gate, And left the wretched Kailyal to her fate. 10. Where art thou, Son of Heaven, Ereenia, where? From the loathed bed she starts, and in the air Looks up, as if she thought to find him there! Then, in despair, Anguish and agony, and hopeless prayer, Prostrate she laid herself upon the floor. There, trembling as she lay, {21} The Bramin of the fane advanced And came to seize his prey. 11. But as the Priest drew nigh, A power invisible opposed his way; Starting, he uttered wildly a death-cry, And fell. At that the Maid all eagerly Lifted in hope her head; She thought her own deliverer had been near; When lo! with other life re-animate, She saw the dead arise, And in the fiendish joy within his eyes, She knew the hateful Spirit who look'd through Their specular orbs, . . cloth'd in the flesh of man She knew the accursed soul of Arvalan. 12. But not in vain, with the sudden shriek of fear, She calls Ereenia now; the Glendoveer Is here! Upon the guilty sight he burst Like lightning from a cloud, and caught the accurst, Bore him to the roof aloft, and on the floor With vengeance dash'd him, quivering there in gore. {22} 13. Lo! from the pregnant air, . . heart-withering sight! There issued forth the dreadful Lorrinite, Seize him! the Enchantress cried; A host of Demons at her word appear, And like tornado winds, from every side At once, they rush upon the Glendoveer. Alone against a legion, little here Avails his single might, Nor that celestial faulchion, which in fight So oft had put the rebel race to flight. There are no Gods on earth to give him aid; Hemm'd round, he is overpower'd, beat down, and bound, And at the feet of Lorrinite is laid. 14. Meantime the scattered members of the slain, Obedient to her mighty voice, assum'd Their vital form again, And that foul Spirit, upon vengeance bent, Fled to the fleshly tenement. Lo! here, quoth Lorrinite, thou seest thy foe! Him in the Ancient Sepulchres, below The billows of the Ocean, will I lay; {23} Gods are there none to help him now, and there For Man there is no way. To that dread scene of durance and despair, Asuras, bear your enemy! I go To chain him in the Tombs. Meantime do thou, Freed from thy foe, and now secure from fear, Son of Kehama, take thy pleasure here. 15. Her words the accursed race obey'd; Forth with a sound like rushing winds they fled, And of all aid from Earth or Heaven bereft, Alone with Arvalan the Maid was left. But in that hour of agony, the Maid Deserted not herself; her very dread Had calm'd her; and her heart Knew the whole horror, and its only part. Yamen, receive me undefil'd! she said, And seiz'd a torch, and fir'd the bridal bed. Up ran the rapid flames; on every side They find their fuel wheresoe'er they spread, Thin hangings, fragrant gums, and odorous wood, That pil'd like sacrificial altars stood. Around they run, and upward they aspire, And, lo! the huge Pagoda lin'd with fire. {24} 16. The wicked Soul, who had assum'd again A form of sensible flesh, for his foul will, Still bent on base revenge, and baffled still, Felt that corporeal shape alike to pain Obnoxious as to pleasure; forth he flew, Howling and scorch'd by the devouring flame; Accursed Spirit! still condemn'd to rue, The act of sin and punishment the same. Freed from his loathsome touch, a natural dread Came on the self-devoted, and she drew Back from the flames, which now toward her spread, And, like a living monster, seem'd to dart Their hungry tongues toward their shrinking prey. Soon she subdued her heart; O Father! she exclaim'd, there was no way But this! and thou, Ereenia, who for me Sufferest, my soul shall bear thee company. 17. So having said, she knit Her body up to work her soul's desire, And rush at once amid the thickest fire. A sudden cry withheld her, . . Kailyal, stay! {25} Child! Daughter! I am here! the voice exclaims, And from the gate, unharm'd, through smoke and flames Like as a God, Ladurlad made his way; Wrapt his preserving arms around, and bore His Child, uninjur'd, o'er the burning floor. XV. THE CITY OF BALY. {26} KAILYAL. Ereenia! LADURLAD. Nay, let no reproachful thought Wrong his heroic heart! The Evil Powers Have the dominion o'er this wretched World, And no good Spirit now can venture here. KAILYAL. Alas, my Father! he hath ventur'd here, And sav'd me from one horror. But the Powers {27} Of Evil beat him down, and bore away To some dread scene of durance and despair, The Ancient Tombs, methought their Mistress said, Beneath the ocean-waves: no way for Man Is there; and Gods, she boasted, there are none On Earth to help him now. LADURLAD. Is that her boast? And hath she laid him in the Ancient Tombs, Relying that the Waves will guard him there? Short-sighted are the eyes of Wickedness, And all its craft but folly. O, my child! The Curses of the Wicked are upon me, And the immortal Deities, who see And suffer all things for their own wise end, Have made them blessings to us! KAILYAL. Then thou knowest Where they have borne him? LADURLAD. To the Sepulchres {28} Of the Ancient Kings, which Baly, in his power, Made in primeval times; and built above them A City, like the Cities of the Gods, Being like a God himself. For many an age Hath Ocean warr'd against his Palaces, Till overwhelm'd, they lie beneath the waves, Not overthrown, so well the Mighty One Had laid their deep foundations. Rightly said The Accursed, that no way for Man was there, But not like Man am I! 1. Up from the ground the Maid exultant sprung, And clapp'd her happy hands, in attitude Of thanks, to Heaven, and flung Her arms around her Father's neck, and stood Struggling awhile for utterance, with excess Of hope and pious thankfulness. Come . . come! she cried, O let us not delay, . . He is in torments there, . . away! . . away! 2. Long time they travell'd on; at dawn of day Still setting forward with the earliest light, {29} Nor ceasing from their way Till darkness clos'd the night. Short refuge from the noontide heat, Reluctantly compell'd, the Maiden took; And ill her indefatigable feet Could that brief tarriance brook. Hope kept her up, and her intense desire Supports that heart which ne'er at danger quails, Those feet which never tire, That frame which never fails. 3. Their talk was of the City of the days Of old, Earth's wonder once; and of the fame Of Baly its great founder, . . he whose name In ancient story, and in poet's praise, Liveth and flourisheth for endless glory, Because his might Put down the wrong, and aye upheld the right. Till for ambition, as old sages tell, The mighty Monarch fell: For he too, having made the World his own, Then, in his pride, had driven The Devetas from Heaven, {30} And seiz'd triumphantly the Swerga throne. The Incarnate came before the Mighty One, In dwarfish stature, and in mien obscure; The sacred cord he bore, And ask'd, for Brama's sake, a little boon, Three steps of Baly's ample reign, no more. Poor was the boon requir'd, and poor was he Who begg'd, . . a little wretch it seem'd to be; But Baly ne'er refus'd a suppliant's prayer. A glance of pity, in contemptuous mood, He on the Dwarf cast down, And bade him take the boon, And measure where he would. 4. Lo, Son of giant birth, I take my grant! the Incarnate power replies. With his first step he measur'd o'er the Earth, The second spann'd the skies. Three paces thou hast granted, Twice have I set my footstep, Veeshnoo cries, Where shall the third be planted? 5. Then Baly knew the God, and at his feet, {31} In homage due, he laid his humbled head. Mighty art thou, O Lord of Earth and Heaven, Mighty art thou! he said, Be merciful, and let me be forgiven. He ask'd for mercy of the merciful, And mercy for his virtue's sake was shown. For though he was cast down to Padalon, Yet there, by Yamen's throne, Doth Baly sit in majesty and might, To judge the dead, and sentence them aright. And forasmuch as he was still the friend Of righteousness, it is permitted him, Yearly, from those drear regions to ascend, And walk the Earth, that he may hear his name Still hymn'd and honour'd, by the grateful voice Of humankind, and in his fame rejoice. 6. Such was the talk they held upon their way, Of him to whose old City they were bound; And now, upon their journey, many a day Had risen and clos'd, and many a week gone round, And many a realm and region had they past, When now the Ancient Towers appear'd at last. {32} 7. Their golden summits, in the noon-day light, Shone o'er the dark-green deep that roll'd between; For domes, and pinnacles, and spires were seen Peering above the sea, . . a mournful sight! Well might the sad beholder ween from thence What works of wonder the devouring wave Had swallowed there, when monuments so brave Bore record of their old magnificence. And on the sandy shore, beside the verge Of Ocean, here and there, a rock-hewn fane Resisted in its strength the surf and surge That on their deep foundations beat in vain. In solitude the Ancient Temples stood, Once resonant with instrument and song, And solemn dance of festive multitude; Now as the weary ages pass along, No voice they hear, save of the Ocean flood, Which roars for ever on the restless shores; Or, visiting their solitary caves, The lonely sound of Winds, that moan around Accordant to the melancholy waves. 8. With reverence did the travellers see {33} The works of ancient days, and silently Approach the shore. Now on the yellow sand, Where round their feet the rising surges part, They stand. Ladurlad's heart Exulted in his wonderous destiny. To Heaven he rais'd his hand In attitude of stern heroic pride; Oh what a power, he cried, Thou dreadful Rajah, doth thy Curse impart! I thank thee now! . . Then turning to the Maid, Thou see'st how far and wide Yon Towers extend, he said, My search must needs be long. Meantime the flood Will cast thee up thy food, . . And in the Chambers of the Rock by night, Take thou thy safe abode, No prowling beast to harm thee, or affright, Can enter there; but wrap thyself with care From the foul Bird obscene that thirsts for blood; For in such caverns doth the Bat delight To have its haunts. Do thou with stone and shout, Ere thou liest down at evening, scare them out, And in this robe of mine involve thy feet. Duly commend us both to Heaven in prayer, {34} Be of good heart, and let thy sleep be sweet. 9. So saying, he put back his arm, and gave The cloth which girt his loins, and prest her hand With fervent love, then down the sloping sand Advanced into the sea: the coming Wave, Which knew Kehama's Curse, before his way Started, and on he went as on dry land, And still around his path the waters parted. She stands upon the shore, where sea-weeds play, Lashing her polish'd ankles, and the spray Which off her Father, like a rainbow, fled, Falls on her like a shower; there Kailyal stands, And sees the billows rise above his head. She, at the startling sight, forgot the power The Curse had given him, and held forth her hands Imploringly, . . . her voice was on the wind, And the deaf Ocean o'er Ladurlad clos'd. Soon she recall'd his destiny to mind, And, shaking off that natural fear, compos'd Her soul with prayer, to wait the event resign'd. 10. Alone, upon the solitary strand, {35} The lovely one is left; behold her go, Pacing with patient footsteps, to and fro, Along the bending sand. Save her, ye Gods! from Evil Powers, and here From man she need not fear; For never Traveller comes near These awful ruins of the days of yore, Nor fisher's bark, nor venturous mariner, Approach the sacred shore. All day she walk'd the beach, at night she sought The Chamber of the Rock; with stone and shout Assail'd the Bats obscene, and scar'd them out; Then in her Father's robe involv'd her feet, And wrapt her mantle round to guard her head, And laid her down: the rock was Kailyal's bed, Her chamber-lamps were in the starry sky, The winds and waters were her lullaby. 11. Be of good heart, and let thy sleep be sweet, Ladurlad said, . . Alas! that cannot be To one whose days are days of misery. How often did she stretch her hands to greet Ereenia, rescued in the dreams of night! {36} How oft amid the vision of delight, Fear in her heart all is not as it seems; Then from unsettled slumber start, and hear The Winds that moan above, the Waves below! Thou hast been call'd, O Sleep! the friend of Woe, But 'tis the happy who have call'd thee so. 12. Another day, another night are gone, A second passes, and a third wanes on. So long she paced the shore, So often on the beach she took her stand, That the wild Sea-Birds knew her, and no more Fled, when she past beside them on the strand. Bright shine the golden summits in the light Of the noon-sun, and lovelier far by night Their moonlight glories o'er the sea they shed: Fair is the dark-green deep; by night and day Unvex'd with storms, the peaceful billows play, As when they clos'd upon Ladurlad's head: The firmament above is bright and clear; The sea-fowl, lords of water, air, and land, Joyous alike upon the wing appear, Or when they ride the waves, or walk the sand; {37} Beauty and light and joy are every-where; There is no sadness and no sorrow here, Save what that single human breast contains, But oh! what hopes, and fears, and pains are there! 13. Seven miserable days the expectant Maid, From earliest dawn till evening, watch'd the shore; Hope left her then; and in her heart she said, Never shall I behold my Father more! XVI. THE ANCIENT SEPULCHRES. {38} 1. When the broad Ocean on Ladurlad's head Had clos'd and arch'd him o'er, With steady tread he held his way Adown the sloping shore. The dark-green waves, with emerald hue, Imbue the beams of day, And on the wrinkled sand below, Rolling their mazy network to and fro, Light shadows shift and play. The hungry Shark, at scent of prey, Toward Ladurlad darted; Beholding then that human form erect, {39} How like a God the depths he trod, Appall'd the monster started, And in his fear departed. Onward Ladurlad went with heart elate, And now hath reach'd the Ancient City's gate. 2. Wondering, he stood awhile to gaze Upon the works of elder days. The brazen portals open stood, Even as the fearful multitude Had left them, when they fled Before the rising flood. High over-head, sublime, The mighty gateway's storied roof was spread, Dwarfing the puny piles of younger time. With the deeds of days of yore That ample roof was sculptur'd o'er, And many a godlike form there met his eye, And many an emblem dark of mystery. Through these wide portals oft had Baly rode Triumphant from his proud abode, When, in his greatness, he bestrode The Aullay, hugest of four-footed kind, {40} The Aullay-Horse, that in his force, With elephantine trunk, could bind And lift the elephant, and on the wind Whirl him away, with sway and swing, Even like a pebble from the practis'd sling. 3. Those streets which never, since the days of yore, By human footstep had been visited; Those streets; which never more A human foot shall tread, Ladurlad trod. In sun-light, and sea-green, The thousand palaces were seen Of that proud city, whose superb abodes Seem'd rear'd by Giants for the immortal Gods. How silent and how beautiful they stand, Like things of Nature! the eternal rocks Themselves not firmer. Neither hath the sand Drifted within their gates, and choak'd their doors, Nor slime defil'd their pavements and their floors. Did then the Ocean wage His war for love and envy, not in rage, O thou fair City, that he spares thee thus? Art thou Varounin's capital and court, {41} Where all the Sea-Gods for delight resort, A place too godlike to be held by us, The poor degenerate children of the Earth? So thought Ladurlad, as he look'd around, Weening to hear the sound Of Mermaid's shell, and song Of choral throng from some imperial hall, Wherein the Immortal Powers, at festival, Their high carousals keep. But all is silence dread, Silence profound and dead, The everlasting stillness of the Deep. 4. Through many a solitary street, And silent market-place, and lonely square, Arm'd with the mighty Curse, behold him fare. And now his feet attain that royal fane Where Baly held of old his awful reign. What once had been the Garden spread around, Fair Gardens, once which wore perpetual green, Where all sweet flowers through all the year were found, And all fair fruits were through all seasons seen; A place of Paradise, where each device {42} Of emulous Art with Nature strove to vie; And Nature, on her part, Call'd forth new powers wherewith to vanquish Art. The Swerga-God himself, with envious eye, Survey'd those peerless gardens in their prime; Nor ever did the Lord of Light, Who circles Earth and Heaven upon his way, Behold from eldest time a goodlier sight Than were the groves which Baly, in his might, Made for his chosen place of solace and delight. 5. It was a Garden still beyond all price, Even yet it was a place of Paradise; For where the mighty Ocean could not spare, There had he, with his own creation, Sought to repair his work of devastation. And here were coral bowers, And grots of madrepores, And banks of spunge, as soft and fair to eye As e'er was mossy bed Whereon the Wood Nymphs lie With languid limbs in summer's sultry hours. Here, too, were living flowers {43} Which, like a bud compacted, Their purple cups contracted, And now in open blossom spread, Stretch'd like green anthers many a seeking head. And arborets of jointed stone were there, And plants of fibres fine, as silkworm's thread; Yea, beautiful as Mermaid's golden hair Upon the waves dispread: Others that, like the broad banana growing, Rais'd their long wrinkled leaves of purple hue, Like streamers wide out-flowing. And whatsoe'er the depths of Ocean hide From human eyes, Ladurlad there espied, Trees of the deep, and shrubs and fruits and flowers, As fair as ours, Wherewith the Sea-Nymphs love their locks to braid, When to their father's hall, at festival Repairing, they, in emulous array, Their charms display, To grace the banquet, and the solemn day. 6. The golden fountains had not ceas'd to flow, And, where they mingled with the briny Sea, {44} There was a sight of wonder and delight, To see the fish, like birds in air, Above Ladurlad flying. Round those strange waters they repair, Their scarlet fins outspread and plying, They float with gentle hovering there; And now upon those little wings, As if to dare forbidden things, With wilful purpose bent, Swift as an arrow from a bow They dash across, and to and fro, In rapid glance, like lightning go Through that unwonted element. Almost in scenes so wonderous fair, Ladurlad had forgot The mighty cause which led him there; His busy eye was every where, His mind had lost all thought; His heart, surrendered to the joys Of sight, was happy as a boy's. But soon the awakening thought recurs Of him who, in the Sepulchres, Hopeless of human aid, in chains is laid; And her who, on the solitary shore, {45} By night and day her weary watch will keep, Till she shall see them issuing from the deep. 7. Now hath Ladurlad reach'd the Court Of the great Palace of the King; its floor Was of the marble rock; and there before The imperial door, A mighty Image on the steps was seen, Of stature huge, of countenance serene. A crown and sceptre at his feet were laid; One hand a scroll display'd, The other pointed there, that all might see; My name is Death, it said, In mercy have the Gods appointed me. Two brazen gates beneath him, night and day Stood open; and within them you behold Descending steps, which in the living stone Were hewn, a spacious way Down to the Chambers of the Kings of old. 8. Trembling with hope, the adventurous man descended The sea-green light of day {46} Not far along the vault extended; But where the slant reflection ended, Another light was seen Of red and fiery hue, That with the water blended, And gave the secrets of the Tombs to view. 9. Deep in the marble rock, the Hall Of Death was hollowed out, a chamber wide, Low-roof'd, and long; on either side, Each in his own alcove, and on his throne, The Kings of old were seated: in his hand Each held the sceptre of command, From whence, across that scene of endless night, A carbuncle diffused its everlasting light. 10. So well had the embalmers done their part With spice and precious unguents, to imbue The perfect corpse, that each had still the hue Of living man, and every limb was still Supple and firm and full, as when of yore Its motion answered to the moving will. {47} The robes of royalty which once they wore, Long since had mouldered off and left them bare: Naked upon their thrones behold them there, Statues of actual flesh, . . a fearful sight! Their large and rayless eyes Dimly reflecting to that gem-born light, Glaz'd, fix'd, and meaningless, . . . yet, open wide, Their ghastly balls belied The mockery of life in all beside. 11. But if, amid these Chambers drear, Death were a sight of shuddering and of fear, Life was a thing of stranger horror here. For at the farther end, in yon alcove, Where Baly should have lain, had he obey'd Man's common lot, behold Ereenia laid. Strong fetters link him to the rock; his eye Now rolls and widens, as with effort vain He strives to break the chain, Now seems to brood upon his misery. Before him couch'd there lay One of the mighty monsters of the deep, Whom Lorrinite encountering on the way, {48} There station'd, his perpetual guard to keep; In the sport of wanton power, she charm'd him there, As if to mock the Glendoveer's despair. Upward his form was human, save that here The skin was cover'd o'er with scale on scale Compact, a panoply of natural mail. His mouth, from ear to ear, Weapon'd with triple teeth, extended wide, And tusks on either side; A double snake below, he roll'd His supple lengths behind in many a sinuous fold. 12. With red and kindling eye, the Beast beholds A living man draw nigh, And, rising on his folds, In hungry joy awaits the expected feast, His mouth half-open, and his teeth unsheath'd. Then on he sprung, and in his scaly arms Seiz'd him, and fasten'd on his neck, to suck, With greedy lips, the warm life-blood: and sure But for the mighty power of magic charms, As easily as, in the blithesome hour Of spring, a child doth crop the meadow flower, {49} Piecemeal those claws Had rent their victim, and those armed jaws Snapt him in twain. Naked Ladurlad stood, Yet fearless and unharm'd in this dread strife, So well Kehama's Curse had charm'd his fated life. 13. He too, . . . for anger, rising at the sight Of him he sought, in such strange thrall confin'd. With desperate courage fir'd Ladurlad's mind, . . . He, too, unto the fight himself addrest, And grappling breast to breast, With foot firm-planted stands, And seiz'd the monster's throat with both his hands. Vainly, with throttling grasp, he prest The impenetrable scales; And lo! the guard rose up, and round his foe, With gliding motion, wreath'd his lengthening coils, Then tighten'd all their folds with stress and strain. Nought would the raging Tyger's strength avail If once involv'd within those mighty toils; The arm'd Rhinoceros, so clasp'd, in vain Had trusted to his hide of rugged mail, His bones all broken, and the breath of life {50} Crush'd from the lungs, in that unequal strife. Again, and yet again, he sought to break The impassive limbs; but when the monster found His utmost power was vain, A moment he relax'd in every round, Then knit his coils again with closer strain, And, bearing forward, forced him to the ground. 14. Ereenia groan'd in anguish at the sight Of this dread fight: once more the Glendoveer Essay'd to break his bonds, and fear For that brave spirit who had sought him here, Stung him to wilder strugglings. From the rock He rais'd himself half up, . . with might and main Pluck'd at the adamantine chain; And now, with long and unrelaxing strain, In obstinate effort of indignant strength, Labour'd and strove in vain; Till his immortal sinews fail'd at length; And yielding, with an inward groan, to fate, Despairingly, he let himself again Fall prostrate on his prison-bed of stone, Body and chain alike with lifeless weight. {51} 15. Struggling they lay in mortal fray All day, while day was in our upper sphere, For light of day, And natural darkness never entered here; All night, with unabated might, They waged the unremitting fight. A second day, a second night, With furious will they wrestled still. The third came on, the fourth is gone; Another comes, another goes, And yet no respite, no repose; But day and night, and night and day, Involv'd in mortal strife they lay; Six days and nights have past away, And still they wage, with mutual rage, The unremitting fray. With mutual rage their war they wage, But not with mutual will; For when the seventh morning came, The monster's worn and wearied frame In this strange contest fails; And weaker, weaker, every hour He yields beneath strong Nature's power, {52} For now the Curse prevails. 16. Sometimes the Beast sprung up to bear His foe aloft; and, trusting there To shake him from his hold, Relax'd the rings that wreath'd him round; But on his throat Ladurlad hung, And weigh'd him to the ground; And if they sink, or if they float, Alike with stubborn clasp he clung, Tenacious of his grasp; For well he knew with what a power, Exempt from Nature's laws, The Curse had arm'd him for this hour; And in the monster's gasping jaws, And in his hollow eye, Well could Ladurlad now descry The certain signs of victory. 17. And now the guard no more can keep His painful watch; his eyes, opprest, Are fainting for their natural sleep; {53} His living flesh and blood must rest, The Beast must sleep or die. Then he, full faint and languidly, Unwreathes his rings and strives to fly, And still retreating, slowly trails His stiff and heavy length of scales. But that unweariable foe, With will relentless, follows still; No breathing time, no pause of fight He gives, but presses on his flight; Along the vaulted chambers, and the ascent Up to the emerald-tinted light of day, He harasses his way, Till lifeless, underneath his grasp, The huge Sea-Monster lay. 18. That obstinate work is done! Ladurlad cried, One labour yet remains! And thoughtfully he eyed Ereenia's ponderous chains; And with vain effort, half-despairing, tried The rivets deep in-driven. Instinctively, As if in search of aid, he look'd around: {54} Oh, then, how gladly, in the near alcove, Fallen on the ground its lifeless Lord beside, The crescent scymitar he spied, Whose cloudy blade, with potent spells imbued, Had lain so many an age unhurt in solitude. 19. Joyfully springing there He seiz'd the weapon, and with eager stroke Hew'd at the chain; the force was dealt in vain, For not as if through yielding air Past the descending scymitar, Its deaden'd way the heavy water broke; Yet it bit deep. Again, with both his hands, He wields the blade, and dealt a surer blow. The baser metal yields To that fine edge, and lo! the Glendoveer Rises and snaps the half-sever'd links, and stands Freed from his broken bands. XVII. BALY. {55} 1. This is the appointed night, The night of joy and consecrated mirth, When, from his judgement-seat in Padalon, By Yamen's throne, Baly goes forth, that he may walk the Earth Unseen, and hear his name Still hymn'd and honour'd by the grateful voice Of humankind, and in his fame rejoice. Therefore from door to door, and street to street, With willing feet, Shaking their firebrands, the glad children run; {56} Baly! great Baly! they acclaim, Where'er they run they bear the mighty name; Where'er they meet, Baly! great Baly! still their choral tongues repeat. Therefore at every door the votive flame Through pendant lanthorns sheds its painted light, And rockets hissing upward through the sky, Fall like a shower of stars From Heaven's black canopy. Therefore, on yonder mountain's templed height, The brazen cauldron blazes through the night. Huge as a Ship that travels the main sea Is that capacious brass; its wick as tall As is the mast of some great admiral. Ten thousand votaries bring Camphor and ghee to feed the sacred flame; And while, through regions round, the nations see Its fiery pillar curling high in heaven, Baly! great Baly! they exclaim, For ever hallowed be his blessed name! Honour and praise to him for ever more be given! 2. Why art not thou among the festive throng, {57} Baly, O Mighty One! to hear thy fame? Still as of yore, with pageantry and song The glowing streets along, They celebrate thy name; Baly! great Baly! still The grateful habitants of Earth acclaim, Baly! great Baly! still The ringing walls and echoing towers proclaim. From yonder mountain the portentous flame Still blazes to the nations as before; All things appear to human eyes the same, As perfect as of yore; To human eyes, . . but how unlike to thine! Thine which were wont to see The Company divine, That with their presence came to honour thee! For all the blessed ones of mortal birth Who have been cloth'd with immortality, From the eight corners of the Earth, From the Seven Worlds assembling, all Wont to attend thy solemn festival. Then did thine eyes behold The wide air peopled with that glorious train, Now may'st thou seek the blessed ones in vain, {58} For Earth and Air are now beneath the Rajah's reign. 3. Therefore the Mighty One hath walk'd the Earth In sorrow and in solitude to-night. The sound of human mirth To him is no delight; He turns away from that ungrateful sight, Hallowed not now by visitants divine, And there he bends his melancholy way Where, in yon full-orb'd Moon's refulgent light, The Golden Towers of his old City shine Above the silver sea. The mighty Chief There bent his way in grief, As if sad thoughts indulged would work their own relief. 4. There he beholds upon the sand A lovely Maiden in the moonlight stand. The land-breeze lifts her locks of jet, The waves around her polish'd ancles play, Her bosom with the salt sea-spray is wet; Her arms are crost, unconsciously, to fold That bosom from the cold, {59} While statue-like she seems her watch to keep, Gazing intently on the restless deep. 5. Seven miserable days had Kailyal there, From earliest dawn till evening, watch'd the deep; Six nights within the chamber of the rock, Had laid her down, and found in prayer That comfort which she sought in vain from sleep. But when the seventh night came, Never should she behold her Father more, The wretched Maiden said in her despair; Yet would not quit the shore, Nor turn her eyes one moment from the sea: Never before Had Kailyal watch'd it so impatiently, Never so eagerly had hop'd before, As now when she believ'd, and said, all hope was o'er. 6. Beholding her, how beautiful she stood, In that wild solitude, Baly from his invisibility Had issued then, to know her cause of woe; {60} But that, in the air beside her, he espied Two Powers of Evil for her hurt allied, Foul Arvalan and dreadful Lorrinite. The Mighty One they could not see, And marking with what demon-like delight They kept their innocent prey in sight, He waits, expecting what the end may be. 7. She starts; for lo! where floating many a rood, A Monster, hugest of the Ocean brood, Weltering and lifeless, drifts toward the shore. Backward she starts in fear before the flood, And, when the waves retreat, They leave their hideous burthen at her feet. 8. She ventures to approach with timid tread, She starts, and half draws back in fear, Then stops, and stretches on her head, To see if that huge beast indeed be dead. Now growing bold, the Maid advances near, Even to the margin of the ocean-flood. Rightly she reads her Father's victory, {61} And lifts her joyous hands, exultingly, To Heaven in gratitude. Then spreading them toward the Sea, While pious tears bedim her streaming eyes, Come! come! my Father, come to me! Ereenia, come! she cries. Lo! from the opening deep they rise, And to Ladurlad's arms the happy Kailyal flies. 9. She turn'd from him, to meet, with beating heart, The Glendoveer's embrace. Now turn to me, for mine thou art! Foul Arvalan exdaim'd; his loathsome face Came forth, and from the air, In fleshly form, he burst. Always in horror and despair, Had Kailyal seen that form and face accurst, But yet so sharp a pang had ne'er Shot with a thrill like death through all her frame, As now when on her hour of joy the Spectre came. 10. Vain is resistance now, {62} The fiendish laugh of Lorrinite is heard; And, at her dreadful word, The Asuras once again appear, And seize Ladurlad and the Glendoveer. 11. Hold your accursed hands! A Voice exclaim'd, whose dread commands Were fear'd through all the vaults of Padalon; And there among them, in the midnight air, The presence of the mighty Baly shone. He, making manifest his mightiness, Put forth on every side an hundred arms, And seiz'd the Sorceress; maugre all her charms, Her and her fiendish ministers he caught With force as uncontroulable as fate; And that unhappy Soul, to whom The Almighty Rajah's power availeth not Living to avert, nor dead to mitigate His righteous doom. 12. Help, help, Kehama! Father, help! he cried; But Baly tarried not to abide {63} That mightier Power; with irresistible feet He stampt and cleft the Earth; it opened wide, And gave him way to his own judgement-seat. Down, like a plummet, to the World below He sunk, and bore his prey To righteous punishment, and endless woe. XVIII. KEHAMA'S DESCENT. {64} 1. The Earth, by Baly's feet divided, Clos'd o'er his way as to the judgement-seat He plunged and bore his prey. Scarce had the shock subsided, When, darting from the Swerga's heavenly heights, Kehama, like a thunderbolt, alights. In wrath he came, a bickering flame Flash'd from his eyes which made the moonlight dim, And passion forcing way from every limb, Like furnace-smoke, with terrors wrapt him round. Furious he smote the ground; {65} Earth trembled underneath the dreadful stroke, Again in sunder riven; He hurl'd in rage his whirling weapon down. But lo! the fiery sheckra to his feet Return'd, as if by equal force re-driven, And from the abyss the voice of Baly came: Not yet, O Rajah, hast thou won The realms of Padalon! Earth and the Swerga are thine own, But, till Kehama shall subdue the throne Of Hell, in torments Yamen holds his son. 2. Fool that he is! . . in torments let him lie! Kehama, wrathful at his son, replied. But what am I That thou should'st brave me? . . kindling in his pride The dreadful Rajah cried. Ho! Yamen! hear me. God of Padalon, Prepare thy throne, And let the Amreeta cup Be ready for my lips, when I anon Triumphantly shall take my seat thereon, And plant upon thy neck my royal feet. {66} 3. In voice like thunder thus the Rajah cried, Impending o'er the abyss, with menacing hand Put forth, as in the action of command, And eyes that darted their red anger down. Then drawing back he let the earth subside, And, as his wrath relax'd, survey'd, Thoughtful and silently, the mortal Maid. Her eye the while was on the farthest sky, Where up the etherial height Ereenia rose and past away from sight. Never had she so joyfully Beheld the coming of the Glendoveer, Dear as he was and he deserv'd to be, As now she saw him rise and disappear. Come now what will, within her heart said she, For thou art safe, and what have I to fear? 4. Meantime the Almighty Rajah, late In power and majesty and wrath array'd, Had laid his terrors by And gaz'd upon the Maid. Pride could not quit his eye, {67} Nor that remorseless nature from his front Depart; yet whoso had beheld him then Had felt some admiration mix'd with dread, And might have said That sure he seem'd to be the King of Men; Less than the greatest that he could not be, Who carried in his port such might and majesty. 5. In fear no longer for the Glendoveer, Now toward the Rajah Kailyal turn'd her eyes As if to ask what doom awaited her. But then surprise, Even as with fascination, held them there, So strange a thing it seem'd to see the change Of purport in that all-commanding brow, That thoughtfully was bent upon her now. Wondering she gaz'd, the while her Father's eye Was fix'd upon Kehama haughtily; It spake defiance to him, high disdain, Stern patience, unsubduable by pain, And pride triumphant over agony. 6. Ladurlad, said the Rajah, thou and I {68} Alike have done the work of Destiny, Unknowing each to what the impulse tended; But now that over Earth and Heaven my reign Is stablish'd, and the ways of Fate are plain Before me, here our enmity is ended. I take away thy Curse. . . As thus he said, The fire which in Ladurlad's heart and brain Was burning, fled, and left him free from pain. So rapidly his torments were departed, That at the sudden ease he started, As with a shock, and to his head His hands up-fled, As if he felt through every failing limb The power and sense of life forsaking him. 7. Then turning to the Maid, the Rajah cried, O Virgin, above all of mortal birth Favour'd alike in beauty and in worth, And in the glories of thy destiny, Now let thy happy heart exult with pride, For Fate hath chosen thee To be Kehama's bride, To be the Queen of Heaven and Earth, And of whatever Worlds beside {69} Infinity may hide . . . For I can see The writing which, at thy nativity, All-knowing Nature wrought upon thy brain, In branching veins, which to the gifted eye Map out the mazes of futurity. There is it written, Maid, that thou and I, Alone of human kind a deathless pair, Are doom'd to share The Amreeta-drink divine Of immortality. Come, Maiden mine! High-fated One, ascend the subject sky, And by Kehama's side Sit on the Swerga throne, his equal bride. 8. Oh never, . . never . . Father! Kailyal cried; It is not as he saith, . . it cannot be! I! . . I, his bride! Nature is never false; he wrongeth her! My heart belies such lines of destiny. There is no other true interpreter! 9. At that reply Kehama's darkening brow {70} Bewray'd the anger which he yet supprest. Counsel thy daughter; tell her thou art now Free from thy Curse, he said, and bid her bow In thankfulness to Fate's benign behest. Bid her her stubborn will restrain, For Destiny at last must be obey'd, And tell her, while obedience is delay'd, Thy Curse will burn again. 10. She needeth not my counsel, he replied, And idly, Rajah, dost thou reason thus Of Destiny! for though all other things Were subject to the starry influencings, And bow'd submissive to thy tyranny, The virtuous heart, and resolute will are free. Thus in their wisdom did the Gods decree When they created man. Let come what will, This is our rock of strength; in every ill, Sorrow, oppression, pain and agony, The spirit of the good is unsubdued, And, suffer as they may, they triumph still. 11. Obstinate fools! exclaim'd the Mighty One, {71} Fate and my pleasure must be done, And ye resist in vain! Take your fit guerdon till we meet again! So saying, his vindictive hand he flung Towards them, fill'd with curses; then on high Aloft he sprung, and vanish'd through the Sky. XIX. MOUNT CALASAY. {72} 1. The Rajah, scattering curses as he rose, Soar'd to the Swerga, and resum'd his throne. Not for his own redoubled agony, Which now through heart and brain, With renovated pain, Rush'd to its seat, Ladurlad breathes that groan, That groan is for his child; he groan'd to see The lovely one defil'd with leprosy, Which, as the enemy vindictive fled, O'er all her frame with quick contagion spread. She, wondering at events so passing strange, {73} And fill'd with hope and fear, And joy to see the Tyrant disappear, And glad expectance of her Glendoveer, Perceiv'd not in herself the hideous change. His burning pain, she thought, had forced the groan Her father breath'd; his agonies alone Were present to her mind; she claspt his knees, Wept for his Curse, and did not feel her own. 2. Nor when she saw her plague, did her good heart, True to itself, even for a moment fail. Ha, Rajah! with disdainful smile she cries, Mighty and wise and wicked as thou art, Still thy blind vengeance acts a friendly part. Shall I not thank thee for this scurf and scale Of dire deformity, whose loathsomeness, Surer than panoply of strongest mail, Arms me against all foes? Oh, better so, Better such foul disgrace, Than that this innocent face Should tempt thy wooing! That I need not dread; Nor ever impious foe Will offer outrage now, nor farther woe {74} Will beauty draw on my unhappy head; Safe through the unholy world may Kailyal go. 3. Her face in virtuous pride Was lifted to the skies, As him and his poor vengeance she defied; But earthward, when she ceas'd, she turn'd her eyes, As if she sought to hide The tear which in her own despite would rise. Did then the thought of her own Glendoveer Call forth that natural tear? Was it a woman's fear, A thought of earthly love, which troubled her? Like yon thin cloud amid the moonlight sky That flits before the wind And leaves no trace behind, The womanly pang past over Kailyal's mind. This is a loathsome sight to human eye, Half-shrinking at herself, the Maiden thought, Will it be so to him? Oh surely not! The immortal Powers, who see Through the poor wrappings of mortality, Behold the soul, the beautiful soul, within, {75} Exempt from age and wasting malady, And undeform'd, while pure and free from sin. This is a loathsome sight to human eye, But not to eyes divine, Ereenia, Son of Heaven, oh not to thine! 4. The wrongful thought of fear, the womanly pain Had past away, her heart was calm again. She rais'd her head, expecting now to see The Glendoveer appear; Where hath he fled, quoth she, That he should tarry now? Oh had she known Whither the adventurous Son of Heaven was flown, Strong as her spirit was, it had not borne The awful thought, nor dar'd to hope for his return. 5. For he in search of Seeva's throne was gone, To tell his tale of wrong; In search of Seeva's own abode The daring one began his heavenly road. O wild emprize! above the farthest skies He hop'd to rise! {76} Him who is thron'd beyond the reach of thought, The Alone, the Inaccessible, he sought. O wild emprize! for when in days of yore, For proud pre-eminence of power, Brama and Veeshnoo, wild with rage, contended, And Seeva, in his might, Their dread contention ended; Before their sight In form a fiery column did he tower, Whose head above the highest height extended, Whose base below the deepest depth descended. Downward, its depth to sound, Veeshnoo a thousand years explor'd The fathomless profound, And yet no base he found: Upward, to reach its head, Ten myriad years the aspiring Brama soar'd, And still, as up he fled, Above him still the Immeasurable spread. The rivals own'd their lord, And trembled and ador'd. How shall the Glendoveer attain What Brama and what Veeshnoo sought in vain? {77} 6. Ne'er did such thought of lofty daring enter Celestial Spirit's mind. O wild adventure That throne to find, for he must leave behind This World, that in the centre, Within its salt-sea girdle, lies confin'd; Yea the Seven Earths that, each with its own ocean, Ring clasping ring, compose the mighty round. What power of motion, In less than endless years shall bear him there, Along the limitless extent, To the utmost bound of the remotest spheres? What strength of wing Suffice to pierce the Golden Firmament That closes all within? Yet he hath past the measureless extent, And pierced the Golden Firmament; For Faith hath given him power, and Space and Time Vanish before that energy sublime. Nor doth Eternal Night, And outer Darkness, check his resolute flight; By strong desire through all he makes his way, Till Seeva's Seat appears, . . behold Mount Calasay! {78} 7. Behold the Silver Mountain! round about Seven ladders stand, so high, the aching eye, Seeking their tops in vain amid the sky, Might deem they led from earth to highest heaven. Ages would pass away, And Worlds with age decay, Ere one whose patient feet from ring to ring Must win their upward way, Could reach the summit of Mount Calasay. But that strong power that nerv'd his wing, That all-surmounting will, Intensity of faith and holiest love, Sustain'd Ereenia still, And he hath gain'd the plain, the sanctuary above. 8. Lo, there the Silver Bell, That, self-sustain'd, hangs buoyant in the air! Lo! the broad Table there, too bright For mortal sight, From whose four sides the bordering gems unite Their harmonizing rays, In one mid fount of many-colour'd light. {79} The stream of splendour, flashing as it flows, Plays round, and feeds the stem of yon celestial Rose. Where is the Sage whose wisdom can declare The hidden things of that mysterious flower, That flower which serves all mysteries to bear? The sacred triangle is there, Holding the Emblem which no tongue may tell. Is this the Heaven of Heavens, where Seeva's self doth dwell? 9. Here first the Glendoveer Felt his wing flag, and paus'd upon his flight. Was it that fear came over him, when here He saw the imagin'd throne appear? Not so, for his immortal sight Endur'd the Table's light; Distinctly he beheld all things around, And doubt and wonder rose within his mind That this was all he found. Howbeit he lifted up his voice and spake. There is oppression in the World below; Earth groans beneath the yoke; yea, in her woe, She asks if the Avenger's eye is blind? Awake, O Lord, awake! {80} Too long thy vengeance sleepeth. Holy One! Put thou thy terrors on for mercy's sake, And strike the blow, in justice to mankind! 10. So as he pray'd, intenser faith he felt, His spirit seem'd to melt With ardent yearnings of increasing love; Upward he turn'd his eyes As if there should be something yet above; Let me not, Seeva! seek in vain! he cries, Thou art not here, . . for how should these contain thee? Thou art not here, . . for how should I sustain thee? But thou, where'er thou art, Canst hear the voice of prayer, Canst hear the humble heart. Thy dwelling who can tell, Or who, O Lord, hath seen thy secret throne? But thou art not alone, Not unapproachable! O all-containing Mind, Thou who art every where, Whom all who seek shall find, Hear me, O Seeva! hear the suppliant's prayer! {81} 11. So saying, up he sprung, And struck the Bell, which self-suspended, hung Before the mystic Rose. From side to side the silver tongue Melodious swung, and far and wide Soul-thrilling tones of heavenly music rung. Abash'd, confounded, It left the Glendoveer; . . yea all astounded In overpowering fear and deep dismay; For when that Bell had sounded, The Rose, with all the mysteries it surrounded, The Bell, the Table, and Mount Calasay, The holy Hill itself, with all thereon, Even as a morning dream before the day Dissolves away, they faded and were gone. 12. Where shall he rest his wing, where turn for flight, For all around is Light, Primal, essential, all-pervading Light! Heart cannot think, nor tongue declare, Nor eyes of Angel bear That Glory unimaginably bright; {82} The Sun himself had seem'd A speck of darkness there, Amid that Light of Light! 13. Down fell the Glendoveer, Down through all regions, to our mundane sphere He fell; but in his ear A voice, which from within him came, was heard, The indubitable word Of Him to whom all secret things are known: Go, ye who suffer, go to Yamen's throne. He hath the remedy for every woe; He setteth right whate'er is wrong below. XX. THE EMBARKATION. {83} 1. Down from the Heaven of Heavens Ereenia fell Precipitate, yet imperceptible His fall, nor had he cause nor thought of fear; And when he came within this mundane sphere, And felt that Earth was near, The Glendoveer his azure wings expanded, And, sloping down the sky Toward the spot from whence he sprung on high, There on the shore he landed. 2. Kailyal advanced to meet him, {84} Not moving now as she was wont to greet him; Joy in her eye and in her eager pace; With a calm smile of melancholy pride She met him now, and, turning half aside, Her warning hand repell'd the dear embrace. Strange things, Ereenia, have befallen us here, The Virgin said; the Almighty Man hath read The lines which, traced by Nature on my brain, There to the gifted eye Make all my fortunes plain, Mapping the mazes of futurity. He sued for peace, for it is written there That I with him the Amreeta cup must share; Wherefore he bade me come, and by his side Sit on the Swerga-throne, his equal bride. I need not tell thee what reply was given; My heart, the sure interpreter of Heaven, His impious words belied. Thou seest his poor revenge! So having said, One look she glanced upon her leprous stain Indignantly, and shook Her head in calm disdain. 3. O Maid of soul divine! {85} O more than ever dear, And more than ever mine, Replied the Glendoveer; He hath not read, be sure, the mystic ways Of Fate; almighty as he is, that maze Hath mock'd his fallible sight. Said he the Amreeta-cup? So far aright The Evil One may see; for Fate displays Her hidden things in part, and part conceals, Baffling the wicked eye Alike with what she hides, and what reveals, When with unholy purpose it would pry Into the secrets of futurity. So may it be permitted him to see Dimly the inscrutable decree; For to the world below, Where Yamen guards the Amreeta, we must go; Thus Seeva hath exprest his will, even he The Holiest hath ordain'd it; there, he saith, All wrongs shall be redrest By Yamen, by the righteous Power of Death. 4. Forthwith the Father and the fated Maid, {86} And that heroic Spirit, who for them Such flight had late essay'd, The will of Heaven obey'd. They went their way along the road That leads to Yamen's dread abode. 5. Many a day hath past away Since they began their arduous way, Their way of toil and pain; And now their weary feet attain The Earth's remotest bound Where outer Ocean girds it round. But not like other Oceans this, Rather it seem'd a drear abyss, Upon whose brink they stood. Oh, scene of fear! the travellers hear The raging of the flood; They hear how fearfully it roars, But clouds of darker shade than night For ever hovering round those shores, Hide all things from their sight. The Sun upon that darkness pours His unavailing light; {87} Nor ever Moon nor Stars display, Through the thick shade, one guiding ray To shew the perils of the way. 6. There, in a creek, a vessel lay. Just on the confines of the day, It rode at anchor in its bay, These venturous pilgrims to convey Across that outer Sea. Strange vessel sure it seem'd to be, And all unfit for such wild sea! For through its yawning side the wave Was oozing in; the mast was frail, And old and torn its only sail. How shall that crazy vessel brave The billows, that in wild commotion For ever roar and rave? How hope to cross the dreadful Ocean, O'er which eternal shadows dwell, Whose secrets none return to tell! 7. Well might the travellers fear to enter! {88} But summon'd once on that adventure, For them was no retreat. Nor boots it with reluctant feet To linger on the strand; Aboard! aboard! An awful voice, that left no choice, Sent forth its stern command, Aboard! aboard! The travellers hear that voice in fear, And breathe to Heaven an inward prayer, And take their seats in silence there. 8. Self-hoisted then, behold the sail Expands itself before the gale; Hands, which they cannot see, let slip The cable of that fated ship; The land breeze sends her on her way, And lo! they leave the living light of day! XXI. THE WORLD'S END. {89} 1. Swift as an arrow in its flight The Ship shot through the incumbent night; And they have left behind The raging billows and the roaring wind, The storm, the darkness, and all mortal fears; And lo! another light To guide their way appears, The light of other spheres. 2. That instant, from Ladurlad's heart and brain {90} The Curse was gone; he feels again Fresh as in Youth's fair morning, and the Maid Hath lost her leprous stain. The dreadful Man hath no dominion here, Starting she cried; O happy, happy hour! We are beyond his power! Then raising to the Glendoveer, With heavenly beauty bright, her angel face, Turn'd not reluctant now, and met his dear embrace. 3. Swift glides the Ship, with gentle motion, Across that calm and quiet ocean; That glassy sea, which seem'd to be The mirror of tranquillity. Their pleasant passage soon was o'er, The Ship hath reach'd its destin'd shore; A level belt of ice which bound, As with an adamantine mound, The waters of the sleeping Ocean round. Strange forms were on the strand Of earth-born spirits slain before their time; Who, wandering over sea and sky and land, Had so fulfill'd their term; and now were met {91} Upon this icy belt, a motley band, Waiting their summons, at the appointed hour When each before the judgement-seat must stand, And hear his doom from Baly's righteous power. 4. Foul with habitual crimes, a hideous crew Were there, the race of rapine and of blood. Now, having overpast the mortal flood, Their own deformity they knew, And knew the meed that to their deeds was due. Therefore in fear and agony they stood, Expecting when the evil Messenger Among them should appear. But with their fear A hope was mingled now; O'er the dark shade of guilt a deeper hue It threw, and gave a fiercer character To the wild eye and lip and sinful brow. They hop'd that soon Kehama would subdue The inexorable God, and seize his throne, Reduce the infernal World to his command, And, with his irresistible right hand, Redeem them from the vaults of Padalon. {92} 5. Apart from these a milder company, The victims of offences not their own, Look'd when the appointed Messenger should come; Gathered together some, and some alone Brooding in silence on their future doom. Widows whom, to their husbands' funeral fire, Force or strong error led, to share the pyre, As to their everlasting marriage-bed: And babes, by sin unstain'd, Whom erring parents vow'd To Ganges, and the holy stream profan'd With that strange sacrifice, rite unordain'd By Law, by sacred Nature unallow'd: Others more hapless in their destiny, Scarce having first inhaled this vital breath, Whose cradles from some tree Unnatural hands suspended, Then left, till gentle Death, Coming like Sleep, their feeble moanings ended; Or for his prey the ravenous Kite descended; Or, marching like an army from their caves, The Pismires blacken'd o'er, then bleach'd and bare {93} Left their unharden'd bones to fall asunder there. 6. Innocent Souls! thus set so early free From sin and sorrow and mortality, Their spotless spirits all-creating Love Receiv'd into its universal breast. Yon blue serene above Was their domain; clouds pillowed them to rest; The Elements on them like nurses tended, And with their growth etherial substance blended. Less pure than these is that strange Indian bird Who never dips in earthly streams her bill, But, when the sound of coming showers is heard, Looks up, and from the clouds receives her fill. Less pure the footless fowl of Heaven, that never Rest upon earth, but on the wing for ever Hovering o'er flowers, their fragrant food inhale, Drink the descending dew upon its way, And sleep aloft while floating on the gale. And thus these innocents in yonder sky Grow and are strengthen'd, while the allotted years Perform their course, then hitherward they fly, Being free from mortal taint, so free from fears, {94} A joyous band, expecting soon to soar To Indra's happy spheres, And mingle with the blessed company Of heavenly spirits there for evermore. 7. A Gulph profound surrounded This icy belt; the opposite side With highest rocks was bounded; But where their heads they hide, Or where their base is founded, None could espy. Above all reach of sight They rose, the second Earth was on their height, Their feet were fix'd in everlasting night. 8. So deep the Gulph, no eye Could plum its dark profundity, Yet all its depth must try; for this the road To Padalon, and Yamen's dread abode. And from below continually Ministrant Demons rose and caught The Souls whose hour was come; Then, with their burthen fraught, {95} Plunged down, and bore them to receive their doom. 9. Then might be seen who went in hope, and who Trembled to meet the meed Of many a foul misdeed, as wild they threw Their arms retorted from the Demons' grasp, And look'd around, all eagerly, to seek For help, where help was none; and strove for aid To clasp the nearest shade; Yea, with imploring looks and horrent shriek, Even from one Demon to another bending, With hands extending, Their mercy they essay'd. Still from the verge they strain, And from the dreadful gulph avert their eyes, In vain; down plunge the Demons, and their cries Feebly, as down they sink, from that profound arise. 10. What heart of living man could, undisturb'd, Bear sight so sad as this! What wonder there If Kailyal's lip were blanch'd with inmost dread! The chill which from that icy belt {96} Struck through her, was less keen than what she felt With her heart's-blood through every limb dispread. Close to the Glendoveer she clung, And clasping round his neck her trembling hands, She clos'd her eyes, and there in silence hung. 11. Then to Ladurlad said the Glendoveer, These Demons, whom thou seest, the ministers Of Yamen, wonder to behold us here; But for the dead they come, and not for us: Therefore, albeit they gaze upon thee thus, Have thou no fear. A little while thou must be left alone, Till I have borne thy Daughter down, And placed her safely by the throne Of him who keeps the Gate of Padalon. 12. Then taking Kailyal in his arms, he said, Be of good heart, Beloved! it is I Who bear thee. Saying this, his wings he spread, Sprung upward in the sky, and pois'd his flight, Then plunged into the Gulph, and sought the World of Night. XXII. THE GATE OF PADALON. {97} 1. The strong foundations of this inmost Earth Rest upon Padalon. That icy Mound Which girt the mortal Ocean round, Reach'd the profound, . . Ice in the regions of the upper air, Crystal midway, and adamant below, Whose strength sufficed to bear The weight of all this upper World of ours, And with its rampart clos'd the Realm of Woe. Eight gates hath Padalon; eight heavenly Powers Have them in charge, each alway at his post, {98} Lest, from their penal caves, the accursed host, Maugre the might of Baly and the God, Should break, and carry ruin all abroad. 2. Those gates stand ever open, night and day, And Souls of mortal men For ever throng the way. Some from the dolorous den, Children of sin and wrath, return no more: They, fit companions of the Spirits accurst, Are doom'd, like them in baths of fire immerst, Or weltering upon beds of molten ore, Or, stretch'd upon the brazen floor, Are fasten'd down with adamantine chains; While on their substance inconsumable, Leeches of fire for ever hang and pull, And worms of fire for ever gnaw their food, That, still renew'd, Freshens for ever their perpetual pains. 3. Others there were whom Baly's voice condemned, By long and painful penance, to atone {99} Their fleshly deeds. Them, from the Judgement-Throne, Dread Azyoruca, where she sat involv'd In darkness as a tent, receiv'd, and dealt To each the measure of his punishment; Till, in the central springs of fire, the Will Impure is purged away; and the freed soul, Thus fitted to receive its second birth, Embodied once again, revisits Earth. 4. But they whom Baly's righteous voice absolv'd, And Yamen, viewing with benignant eye, Dismiss'd to seek their heritage on high, How joyfully they leave this gloomy bourne, The dread sojourn Of Guilt and twin-born Punishment and Woe, And wild Remorse, here link'd with worse Despair! They to the eastern Gate rejoicing go: The Ship of Heaven awaits their coming there, And on they sail, greeting the blessed light, Through realms of upper air, Bound for the Swerga once; but now no more Their voyage rests upon that happy shore; Since Indra, by the dreadful Rajah's might {100} Compell'd, hath taken flight, On to the second World their way they wend, And there, in trembling hope, await the doubtful end. 5. For still in them doth hope predominate, Faith's precious privilege, when higher Powers Give way to fear in these portentous hours. Behold the Wardens eight, Each silent at his gate Expectant stands; they turn their anxious eyes Within, and, listening to the dizzy din Of mutinous uproar, each in all his hands Holds all his weapons, ready for the fight. For, hark! what clamorous cries Upon Kehama for deliverance call! Come, Rajah! they exclaim, too long we groan In torments. Come, Deliverer! yonder throne Awaits thee . . . Now, Kehama! Rajah, now! Earthly Almighty, wherefore tarriest thou? . . Such were the sounds that rung, in wild uproar, O'er all the echoing vaults of Padalon; And as the Asuras from the brazen floor, Struggling against their fetters, strove to rise, {101} Their clashing chains were heard, and shrieks and cries, With curses mix'd, against the Fiends who urge, Fierce on their rebel limbs, the avenging scourge. 6. These were the sounds which, at the southern gate, Assail'd Ereenia's ear; alighting here He laid before Neroodi's feet the Maid, Who, pale and cold with fear, Hung on his neck, well-nigh a lifeless weight. 7. Who and what art thou? cried the Guardian Power, Sight thus unwonted wondering to behold, . . O Son of Light! Who comest here at this portentous hour, When Yamen's throne Trembles, and all our might can scarce keep down The rebel race from seizing Padalon: . . . Who and what art thou? and what wild despair, Or wilder hope, from realms of upper air, Tempts thee to bear This mortal Maid to our forlorn abodes? Fitter for her, I ween, the Swerga bowers, {102} And sweet society of heavenly Powers, Than this, . . a doleful scene, Even in securest hours. And whither would ye go? Alas! can human or celestial ear, Unmadden'd, hear The shrieks and yellings of infernal woe? Can living flesh and blood Endure the passage of the fiery flood? 8. Lord of the Gate, replied the Glendoveer, We come obedient to the will of Fate; And haply doom'd to bring Hope and salvation to the Infernal King, For Seeva sends us here. Even He to whom futurity is known, The Holiest, bade us go to Yamen's throne. Thou seest my precious charge; Under thy care, secure from harm, I leave her, While I ascend to bear her father down. Beneath the shelter of thine arm receive her! 9. Then quoth he to the Maid, {103} Be of good cheer, my Kailyal! dearest dear, In faith subdue thy dread, Anon I shall be here. So having said, Aloft, with vigorous bound, the Glendoveer Sprung in celestial might, And soaring up, in spiral circles, wound His indefatigable flight. 10. But, as he thus departed, The Maid, who at Neroodi's feet was lying, Like one entranced or dying, Recovering strength from sudden terror, started; And gazing after him with straining sight, And straining arms, she stood, As if in attitude To win him back from flight. Yea, she had shap'd his name For utterance, to recall and bid him stay, Nor leave her thus alone; but virtuous shame Represt the unbidden sounds upon their way; And calling faith to aid, Even in this fearful hour, the pious Maid Collected courage, till she seem'd to be {104} Calm and in hope, such power had piety. Before the Giant Keeper of the Gate She crost her patient arms, and at his feet, Prepar'd to meet The awful will of Fate with equal mind, She took her seat resign'd. 11. Even the stern trouble of Neroodi's brow Relax'd as he beheld the valiant Maid. Hope, long unfelt till now, Rose in his heart reviving, and a smile Dawn'd in his brightening countenance, the while He gaz'd on her with wonder and delight. The blessing of the Powers of Padalon, Virgin, be on thee! cried the admiring God; And blessed be the hour that gave thee birth, Daughter of Earth, For thou to this forlorn abode hast brought Hope, who too long hath been a stranger here. And surely for no lamentable lot, Nature, who erreth not, To thee that heart of fortitude hath given, Those eyes of purity, that face of love: . . {105} If thou beest not the inheritrix of Heaven, There is no truth above. 12. Thus as Neroodi spake, his brow severe Shone with an inward joy; for sure he thought When Seeva sent so fair a creature here, In this momentous hour, Ere long the World's deliverance would be wrought, And Padalon escape the Rajah's power. With pious mind the Maid, in humble guise Inclin'd, received his blessing silently, And rais'd her grateful eyes A moment, then again Abas'd them at his presence. Hark! on high The sound of coming wings! . . her anxious ears Have caught the distant sound. Ereenia brings His burthen down! Upstarting from her seat, How joyfully she rears Her eager head! and scarce upon the ground Ladurlad's giddy feet their footing found, When, with her trembling arms, she claspt him round. No word of greeting, Nor other sign of joy at that strange meeting. {106} Expectant of their fate, Silent, and hand in hand, Before the Infernal Gate, The Father and his heavenly Daughter stand. 13. Then to Neroodi said the Glendoveer, No Heaven-born Spirit e'er hath visited This region drear and dread; but I, the first Who tread your World accurst. Lord of the Gate, to whom these realms are known, Direct our fated way to Yamen's throne. 14. Bring forth my Chariot, Carmala! quoth then The Keeper of the way. It was the Car wherein On Yamen's festal day, When all the Powers of Hell attend their King, Yearly to Yamenpur did he repair To pay his homage there. Pois'd on a single wheel, it mov'd along, Instinct with motion; by what wonderous skill Compact, no human tongue could tell, {107} Nor human wit devise; but on that wheel Moving or still, As if an inward life sustain'd its weight, Supported, stood the Car of miracle. 15. Then Carmala brought forth two mantles, white As the swan's breast, and bright as mountain snow, When from the wintry sky The sun, late-rising, shines upon the height, And rolling vapours fill the vale below. Not without pain the unaccustom'd sight That brightness could sustain; For neither mortal stain, Nor parts corruptible, remain, Nor aught that time could touch, or force destroy, In that pure web whereof the robes were wrought; So long had it in ten-fold fires been tried, And blanch'd, and to that brightness purified. Apparel'd thus, alone, Children of Earth, Neroodi cried, In safety may ye pass to Yamen's throne. Thus only can your living flesh and blood Endure the passage of the fiery flood. {108} 16. Of other frame, O Son of Heaven, art thou! Yet hast thou now to go Through regions which thy heavenly mould will try. Glories unutterably bright, I know, And beams intense of empyrean light, Thine eye divine can bear: but fires of woe, The sight of torments, and the cry Of absolute despair, Might not these things dismay thee on thy flight, And thy strong pennons flag and fail thee there? Trust not thy wings, celestial though thou art; Nor thy good heart, which horror might assail And pity quail, Pity in these abodes of no avail; But take thy seat this mortal pair beside, And Carmala the infernal Car will guide. Go, and may happy end your way betide! So as he spake, the self-mov'd Car roll'd on, And lo! they pass the Gate of Padalon. XXIII. PADALON. {109} 1. Whoe'er hath lov'd with venturous step to tread The chambers dread Of some deep cave, and seen his taper's beam Lost in the arch of darkness overhead, And mark'd its gleam, Playing afar upon the sunless stream, Where, from their secret bed, And course unknown and inaccessible, The silent waters well; Whoe'er hath trod such caves of endless night, He knows, when measuring back the gloomy way, {110} With what delight refresh'd, his eye Perceives the shadow of the light of day, Through the far portal slanting, where it falls Dimly reflected on the watry walls; How heavenly seems the sky, And how, with quicken'd feet, he hastens up, Eager again to greet The living World, and blessed sunshine there, And drink, as from a cup Of joy, with thirsty lips, the open air. 2. Far other light than that of day there shone Upon the travellers, entering Padalon. They, too, in darkness entered on their way, But, far before the Car, A glow, as of a fiery furnace light, Fill'd all before them. 'Twas a light which made Darkness itself appear A thing of comfort, and the sight, dismay'd, Shrunk inward from the molten atmosphere. Their way was through the adamantine rock Which girt the World of Woe; on either side Its massive walls arose, and overhead {111} Arch'd the long passage; onward as they ride, With stronger glare the light around them spread, And lo! the regions dread, The World of Woe before them, opening wide. 3. There rolls the fiery flood, Girding the realms of Padalon around. A sea of flame it seem'd to be, Sea without bound; For neither mortal, nor immortal sight, Could pierce across through that intensest light. A single rib of steel, Keen as the edge of keenest scymitar, Spann'd this wide gulph of fire. The infernal Car Roll'd to the Gulph, and on its single wheel Self-balanced; rose upon that edge of steel. Red-quivering float the vapours overhead; The fiery gulph beneath them spread, Tosses its billowing blaze with rush and roar; Steady and swift the self-mov'd Chariot went, Winning the long ascent, Then, downward rolling, gains the farther shore. {112} 4. But, oh! what sounds and sights of woe, What sights and sounds of fear, Assail the mortal travellers here! Their way was on a causey straight and wide, Where penal vaults on either side were seen, Ranged like the cells wherein Those wonderous winged alchemists infold Their stores of liquid gold. Thick walls of adamant divide The dungeons; and from yonder circling flood, Off-streams of fire through secret channels glide, And wind among them, and in each provide An everlasting food Of righteous torments for the accursed brood. 5. These were the rebel race, who, in their might Confiding impiously, would fain have driven The Deities supreme from highest Heaven; But by the Suras, in celestial fight, Oppos'd and put to flight, Here, in their penal dens, the accursed crew, {113} Not for its crime, but for its failure, rue Their wild ambition. Yet again they long The contest to renew, And wield their arms again in happier hour; And with united power, Following Kehama's triumph, to press on From World to World, and Heaven to Heaven, and Sphere To Sphere, till Hemakoot shall be their own, And Meru Mount, and Indra's Swerga-Bowers, And Brama's region, where the heavenly Hours Weave the vast circle of his age-long day. Even over Veeshnoo's empyreal seat They trust the Rajah shall extend their sway, And that the seven-headed Snake, whereon The strong Preserver sets his conquering feet, Will rise and shake him headlong from his throne, When, in their irresistible array, Amid the Milky Sea they force their way. Even higher yet their frantic thoughts aspire; Yea, on their beds of torment as they lie, The highest, holiest Seeva, they defy, And tell him they shall have anon their day, When they will storm his realm, and seize Mount Calasay. {114} 6. Such impious hopes torment Their raging hearts, impious and impotent; And now, with unendurable desire And lust of vengeance, that, like inward fire, Doth aggravate their punishment, they rave Upon Kehama; him the accursed rout Acclaim; with furious cries and maddening shout They call on him to save; Kehama! they exclaim; Thundering, the dreadful echo rolls about, And Hell's whole vault repeats Kehama's name. 7. Over these dens of punishment, the host Of Padalon maintain eternal guard, Keeping upon the walls their vigilant ward. At every angle stood A watch-tower, the decurion Demon's post, Where, rais'd on high, he view'd with sleepless eye His trust, that all was well. And over these, Such was the perfect discipline of Hell, Captains of fifties and of hundreds held Authority, each in his loftier tower; {115} And chiefs of legions over them had power; And thus all Hell with towers was girt around. Aloft the brazen turrets shone In the red light of Padalon, And on the walls between, Dark moving, the infernal Guards were seen, Gigantic Demons pacing to and fro; Who ever and anon, Spreading their crimson pennons, plunged below, Faster to rivet down the Asuras' chains; And with the snaky scourge and fiercer pains, Repress their rage rebellious. Loud around, In mingled sound, the echoing lash, the clash Of chains, the ponderous hammer's iron stroke, With execrations, groans, and shrieks and cries Combin'd, in one wild dissonance, arise; And through the din there broke, Like thunder heard through all the warring winds, The dreadful name. Kehama, still they rave, Hasten and save! Now, now, Deliverer! now, Kehama, now! Earthly Almighty, wherefore tarriest thou! 8. Oh, if that name abhorr'd, {116} Thus utter'd, could well nigh Dismay the Powers of Hell, and daunt their Lord, How fearfully to Kailyal's ear it came! She, as the Car roll'd on its rapid way, Bent down her head, and clos'd her eyes for dread; And deafening, with strong effort from within, Her ears against the din, Cover'd and prest them close with both her hands. Sure if the mortal Maiden had not fed On heavenly food, and long been strengthened With heavenly converse for such end vouchsaf'd, Her human heart had fail'd, and she had died Beneath the horrors of this awful hour. But heaven supplied a power Beyond her earthly nature, to the measure Of need infusing strength; And Fate, whose secret and unerring pleasure Appointed all, decreed An ample meed and recompence at length. High-fated Maid, the righteous hour is nigh! The all-embracing Eye Of Retribution still beholdeth thee; Bear onward to the end, O Maid, courageously! {117} 9. On roll'd the Car, and lo! afar Upon its height the Towers of Yamenpur Rise on the astonish'd sight. Behold the infernal City, Yamen's seat Of empire, in the midst of Padalon, Where the eight causeys meet. There on a rock of adamant it stood, Resplendent far and wide, Itself of solid diamond edified, And all around it roll'd the fiery flood. Eight bridges arch'd the stream; huge piles of brass Magnificent, such structures as beseem The Seat and Capital of such great God, Worthy of Yamen's own august abode. A brazen tower and gateway at each end Of each was rais'd, where Giant Wardens stood, Station'd in arms the passage to defend, That never foe might cross the fiery flood. 10. Oh what a gorgeous sight it was to see The Diamond City blazing on its height With more than mid-sun splendour, by the light {118} Of its own fiery river! Its towers and domes and pinnacles and spires, Turrets and battlements, that flash and quiver Through the red restless atmosphere for ever. And hovering over head, The smoke and vapours of all Padalon, Fit firmament for such a world, were spread, With surge and swell, and everlasting motion, Heaving and opening like tumultuous ocean. 11. Nor were there wanting there Such glories as beseem'd such region well; For though with our blue heaven and genial air The firmament of Hell might not compare, As little might our earthly tempests vie With the dread storms of that infernal sky, Whose clouds of all metallic elements Sublim'd were full. For, when its thunder broke, Not all the united World's artillery, In one discharge, could equal that loud stroke; And though the Diamond Towers and Battlements Stood firm upon their adamantine rock, Yet, while it vollied round the vault of Hell, {119} Earth's solid arch was shaken with the shock, And Cities in one mighty ruin fell. Through the red sky terrific meteors scour; Huge stones come hailing down; or sulphur-shower, Floating amid the lurid air like snow, Kindles in its descent, And with blue fire-drops rains on all below. At times the whole supernal element Igniting, burst in one vast sheet of flame, And roar'd as with the sound Of rushing winds, above, below, around; Anon the flame was spent, and overhead A heavy cloud of moving darkness spread. 12. Straight to the brazen bridge and gate The self-mov'd Chariot bears its mortal load. At sight of Carmala, On either side the Giant guards divide, And give the chariot way. Up yonder winding road it rolls along, Swift as the bittern soars on spiral wing, And lo! the Palace of the Infernal King! {120} 13. Two forms inseparable in unity Hath Yamen; even as with hope or fear The Soul regardeth him doth he appear; For hope and fear, At that dread hour, from ominous conscience spring, And err not in their bodings. Therefore some, They who polluted with offences come, Behold him as the King Of Terrors, black of aspect, red of eye; Reflecting back upon the sinful mind, Heighten'd with vengeance, and with wrath divine, Its own inborn deformity. But to the righteous Spirit how benign His awful countenance, Where, tempering justice with parental love, Goodness and heavenly grace And sweetest mercy shine! Yet is he still Himself the same, one form, one face, one will; And these his twofold aspects are but one; And change is none In him, for change in Yamen could not be, The Immutable is he. {121} 14. He sate upon a marble sepulchre Massive and huge, where, at the Monarch's feet, The righteous Baly had his judgement-seat. A Golden Throne before them vacant stood; Three human forms sustain'd its ponderous weight, With lifted hands outspread, and shoulders bow'd Bending beneath their load. A fourth was wanting. They were of the hue Of coals of fire; yet were they flesh and blood, And living breath they drew; And their red eye-balls roll'd with ghastly stare, As thus, for their misdeeds, they stood tormented there. 15. On steps of gold those fiery Statues stood, Who bore the Golden Throne. A cloud behind Immoveable was spread; not all the light Of all the flames and fires of Padalon Could pierce its depth of night. There Azyoruca veil'd her awful form In those eternal shadows: there she sate, And as the trembling Souls, who crowd around The Judgement-Seat, received the doom of fate, {122} Her giant arms, extending from the cloud, Drew them within the darkness. Moving out, To grasp and bear away the innumerous rout, For ever and for ever thus were seen The thousand mighty arms of that dread Queen. 16. Here, issuing from the car, the Glendoveer Did homage to the God, then rais'd his head. Suppliants we come, he said, I need not tell thee by what wrongs opprest, For nought can pass on earth to thee unknown; Sufferers from tyranny we seek for rest, And Seeva bade us go to Yamen's throne; Here, he hath said, all wrongs shall be redrest. Yamen replied, Even now the hour draws near, When Fate its hidden ways will manifest. Not for light purpose would the Wisest send His suppliants here, when we, in doubt and fear, The awful issue of the hour attend. Wait ye in patience and in faith the end! XXIV. THE AMREETA. {123} 1. So spake the King of Padalon, when, lo! The voice of lamentation ceas'd in Hell, And sudden silence all around them fell, Silence more wild and terrible Than all the infernal dissonance before. Through that portentous stillness, far away, Unwonted sounds were heard, advancing on, And deepening on their way; For now the inexorable hour Was come, and in the fullness of his power, {124} Now that the dreadful rites had all been done, Kehama from the Swerga hastened down, To seize upon the throne of Padalon. 2. He came in all his might and majesty, With all his terrors clad, and all his pride; And, by the attribute of Deity, Which he had won from Heaven, self-multiplied, The dreadful One appear'd on every side. In the same indivisible point of time, At the eight Gates he stood at once, and beat The Warden-Gods of Hell beneath his feet; Then, in his brazen Cars of triumph, straight, At the same moment, drove through every gate. By Aullays, hugest of created kind, Fiercest, and fleeter than the viewless wind, His Cars were drawn, ten yokes of ten abreast, . . What less sufficed for such almighty weight? Eight bridges from the fiery flood arose Growing before his way; and on he goes, And drives the thundering Chariot-wheels along, At once o'er all the roads of Padalon. {125} 3. Silent and motionless remain The Asuras on their bed of pain, Waiting, with breathless hope, the great event. All Hell was hush'd in dread, Such awe that omnipresent coming spread; Nor had its voice been heard, though all its rout Innumerable had lifted up one shout; Nor if the infernal firmament Had, in one unimaginable burst, Spent its collected thunders, had the sound Been audible, such louder terrors went Before his forms substantial. Round about The presence scattered lightnings far and wide, That quench'd on every side, With their intensest blaze, the feebler fire Of Padalon, even as the stars go out, When, with prodigious light, Some blazing meteor fills the astonish'd night. 4. The Diamond City shakes; The adamantine Rock Is loosen'd with the shock; {126} From its foundation mov'd, it heaves and quakes; The brazen portals crumbling fall to dust; Prone fall the Giant Guards Beneath the Aullays crush'd. On, on, through Yamenpur, their thundering feet Speed from all points to Yamen's judgement-seat. And lo! where multiplied, Behind, before him, and on every side, Wielding all weapons in his countless hands, Around the Lord of Hell Kehama stands! Then, too, the Lord of Hell put forth his might: Thick darkness, blacker than the blackest night, Rose from their wrath, and veil'd The unutterable fight. The power of Fate and Sacrifice prevail'd, And soon the strife was done. Then did the Man-God re-assume His unity, absorbing into one The consubstantiate shapes; and as the gloom Opened, fallen Yamen on the ground was seen, His neck beneath the conquering Rajah's feet, Who on the marble tomb Had his triumphal seat. {127} 5. Silent the Man-Almighty sate; a smile Gleam'd on his dreadful lips, the while Dallying with power, he paus'd from following up His conquest, as a man in social hour Sips of the grateful cup, Again and yet again, with curious taste, Searching its subtle flavour ere he drink. Even so Kehama now forbore his haste; Having within his reach whate'er he sought, On his own haughty power he seem'd to muse, Pampering his arrogant heart with silent thought. Before him stood the Golden Throne in sight, Right opposite; he could not chuse but see, Nor seeing chuse but wonder. Who are ye Who bear the Golden Throne, tormented there? He cried; for whom doth Destiny prepare The imperial seat? and why are ye but Three? FIRST STATUE. I of the Children of Mankind was first, Me miserable! who, adding store to store, Heapt up superfluous wealth; and now accurst, For ever I the frantic crime deplore. {128} SECOND STATUE. I o'er my Brethren of Mankind the first Usurping power, set up a throne sublime, A King and Conqueror: therefore thus accurst, For ever I in vain repent the crime. THIRD STATUE. I on the Children of Mankind the first, In God's most holy name, impos'd a tale Of impious falsehood; therefore thus accurst, For ever I in vain the crime bewail. 6. Even as thou here beholdest us, Here we have stood, tormented thus, Such countless ages, that they seem to be Long as eternity, And still we are but Three. A Fourth will come to share Our pain, at yonder vacant corner bear His portion of the burthen, and compleat The golden Throne for Yamen's judgement-seat. Thus hath it been appointed: he must be {129} Equal in guilt to us, the guilty Three. Kehama, come! too long we wait for thee! 7. Thereat, with one accord, The Three took up the word, like choral song, Come, Rajah! Man-God! Earth's Almighty Lord! Kehama, come! we wait for thee too long. 8. A short and sudden laugh of wondering pride Burst from him in his triumph: to reply Scornful he deign'd not; but with alter'd eye, Wherein some doubtful meaning seem'd to lie, He turn'd to Kailyal. Maiden, thus he cried, I need not bid thee see How vain it is to strive with Fate's decree, When hither thou hast fled to fly from me, And lo! even here thou find'st me at thy side. Mine thou must be, being doom'd with me to share The Amreeta-cup of immortality; Yea, by Myself I swear It hath been thus appointed. Joyfully Join then thy hand and heart and will with mine, {130} Nor at such glorious destiny repine, Nor in thy folly more provoke my wrath divine. 9. She answer'd; I have said. It must not be! Almighty as thou art, Thou hast put all things underneath thy feet, But still the resolute heart And virtuous will are free. Never, oh! never, . . never . . can there be Communion, Rajah, between thee and me. 10. Once more, quoth he, I urge, and once alone. Thou seest yon Golden Throne, Where I anon shall set thee by my side; Take thou thy seat thereon, Kehama's willing bride, And I will place the Kingdoms of the World Beneath thy Father's feet, Appointing him the King of mortal men: Else underneath that Throne, The Fourth supporter, he shall stand and groan; Prayers will be vain to move my mercy then. {131} 11. Again the Virgin answer'd, I have said! Ladurlad caught her in his proud embrace, While on his neck she hid In agony her face. 12. Bring forth the Amreeta-cup! Kehama cried To Yamen, rising sternly in his pride. It is within the Marble Sepulchre, The vanquish'd Lord of Padalon replied, Bid it be opened. . . . Give thy treasure up! Exclaim'd the Man-Almighty to the Tomb. And at his voice and look The massy fabric shook, and opened wide. A huge Anatomy was seen reclin'd Within its marble womb. Give me the Cup! Again Kehama cried; no other charm Was needed than that voice of stern command. From his repose the ghastly form arose, Put forth his bony and gigantic arm, And gave the Amreeta to the Rajah's hand. Take! drink! with accents dread the Spectre said, For thee and Kailyal hath it been assign'd, {132} Ye only of the Children of Mankind. 13. Then was the Man-Almighty's heart elate; This is the consummation! he exclaim'd, Thus have I triumphed over Death and Fate. Now, Seeva! look to thine abode! Henceforth, on equal footing we engage, Alike immortal now, and we will wage Our warfare, God to God! Joy fill'd his impious soul, And to his lips he rais'd the fatal bowl. 14. Thus long the Glendoveer had stood, Watching the wonders of the eventful hour, Amaz'd but undismay'd; for in his heart Faith, overcoming fear, maintain'd its power. Nor had that faith abated, when the God Of Padalon was beaten down in fight; For then he look'd to see the heavenly might Of Seeva break upon them. But when now He saw the Amreeta in Kehama's hand, An impulse which denied all self-command {133} In that extremity Stung him, and he resolved to seize the cup, And dare the Rajah's force in Seeva's sight. Forward he sprung to tempt the unequal fray, When lo! the Anatomy, With warning arm, withstood his desperate way, And from the Golden Throne the fiery Three Again, in one accord, renew'd their song, Kehama, come! we wait for thee too long. 15. O fool of drunken hope and frantic vice! Madman! to seek for power beyond thy scope Of knowledge, and to deem Less than omniscience could suffice To wield omnipotence! O fool, to dream That immortality could be The meed of evil! . . yea thou hast it now, Victim of thine own wicked heart's device, Thou hast thine object now, and now must pay the price. 16. He did not know the awful mystery Of that divinest cup, that as the lips {134} Which touch it, even such its quality, Good or malignant: Madman! and he thinks The blessed prize is won, and joyfully he drinks. 17. Then Seeva opened on the Accursed One His Eye of Anger: upon him alone The wrath-beam fell. He shudders . . . but too late; The deed is done, The dreadful liquor works the will of Fate. Immortal he would be, Immortal he remains; but through his veins Torture at once and immortality, A stream of poison doth the Amreeta run, Infinite everlasting agony. And while within the burning anguish flows, His outward body glows Like molten ore beneath the avenging eye, Doom'd thus to live and burn eternally. The fiery Three, Beholding him, set up a fiendish cry, A song of jubilee: Come, Brother, come! they sung; too long We in our torments have expected thee; {135} Come, Brother, come! henceforth we bear no more The unequal weight; Come, Brother, we are Four! 18. Vain his almightiness, for mightier pain Subdued all power; pain ruled supreme alone. And yielding to the bony hand The unemptied cup, he mov'd toward the throne, And at the vacant corner took his stand. Behold the Golden Throne at length compleat, And Yamen silently ascends the Judgement-Seat. 19. For two alone, of all mankind, to me The Amreeta-Cup was given, Then said the Anatomy; The Man hath drank, the Woman's turn is next. Come, Kailyal, come, receive thy doom, And do the Will of Heaven! . . Wonder, and Fear, and Awe at once perplext The mortal Maiden's heart, but over all Hope rose triumphant. With a trembling hand, Obedient to his call, She took the fated Cup; and, lifting up {136} Her eyes, where holy tears began to swell, Is it not your command, Ye heavenly Powers? as on her knees she fell, The pious Virgin cried; Ye know my innocent will, my heart sincere, Ye govern all things still, And wherefore should I fear! 20. She said, and drank. The Eye of Mercy beam'd Upon the Maid: a cloud of fragrance steam'd Like incense-smoke, as all her mortal frame Dissolved beneath the potent agency Of that mysterious draught; such quality, From her pure touch, the fated Cup partook. Like one entranced she knelt, Feeling her body melt Till all but what was heavenly past away: Yet still she felt Her spirit strong within her, the same heart, With the same loves, and all her heavenly part, Unchanged, and ripen'd to such perfect state, In this miraculous birth, as here on Earth, Dimly our holiest hopes anticipate. {137} 21. Mine! mine! with rapturous joy Ereenia cried, Immortal now, and yet not more divine; Mine, mine. . . for ever mine! The immortal Maid replied, For ever, ever, thine! 22. Then Yamen said, O thou to whom, by Fate, Alone of all mankind, this lot is given, Daughter of Earth, but now the Child of Heaven Go with thy heavenly Mate, Partaker now of his immortal bliss; Go to the Swerga Bowers, And there recall the hours Of endless happiness. 23. But that sweet Angel, for she still retain'd Her human loves and human piety, As if reluctant at the God's commands, Linger'd, with anxious eye Upon her father fix'd, and spread her hands Toward him wistfully. {138} Go! Yamen cried, nor cast that look behind Upon Ladurlad at this parting hour, For thou shalt find him in thy Mother's Bower. 24. The Car, as Carmala his word obey'd, Mov'd on, and bore away the Maid, While from the Golden Throne the Lord of Death With love benignant, on Ladurlad smil'd, And gently on his head his blessing laid. As sweetly as a child, Whom neither thought disturbs nor care encumbers, Tir'd with long play, at close of summer day, Lies down and slumbers, Even thus as sweet a boon of sleep partaking, By Yamen blest, Ladurlad sunk to rest. Blessed that sleep! more blessed was the waking! For on that night a heavenly morning broke, The light of heaven was round him when he woke, And in the Swerga, in Yedillian's Bower, All whom he lov'd he met, to part no more. THE END. NOTES. {141} _The Banian Tree._--XIII. p. 4. The _Burghut_, or Banian, often measures from twenty-four to thirty feet in girth. It is distinguished from every other tree hitherto known, by the very peculiar circumstance of throwing out roots from all its branches. These, being pendant, and perfectly lax, in time reach the ground, which they penetrate, and ultimately become substantial props to the very massy horizontal boughs, which, but for such a support, must either be stopt in their growth, or give way, from their own weight. Many of these _quondam_ roots, changing their outward appearance from a brown rough rind to a regular bark, not unlike that of the beech, increase to a great diameter. They may be often seen from four to five feet in circumference, and {142} in a true perpendicular line. An observer, ignorant of their nature, might think them artificial, and that they had been placed for the purpose of sustaining the boughs from which they originated. They proceed from all the branches indiscriminately, whether near or far removed from the ground. They appear like new swabs, such as are in use on board ships: however, few reach sufficiently low to take a hold of the soil, except those of the lower branches. I have seen some do so from a great height, but they were thin, and did not promise well. Many of the ramifications pendant from the higher boughs are seen to turn round the lower branches, but without any obvious effect on either; possibly, however, they may derive sustenance, even from that partial mode of communication. The height of a full-grown Banian may be from sixty to eighty feet; and many of them, I am fully confident, cover at least two acres. Their leaves are similar to, but rather larger than those of the laurel. The wood of the trunk is used only for fuel; it is light and brittle; but the pillars formed by the roots are valuable, being extremely elastic and light, working with ease, and possessing great toughness: it resembles a good kind of ash.--_Oriental Field Sports_, vol. ii. p. 113. {143} ----_The Well_ _Which they, with sacrifice of rural pride,_ _Have wedded to the Cocoa-Grove beside._--XIII. p. 5. It is a general practice, that, when a plantation is made, a well should be dug at one of its sides. The well and the tope are married; a ceremony at which all the village attends, and in which often much money is expended. The well is considered as the husband, as its waters, which are copiously furnished to the young trees during the first hot season, are supposed to cherish and impregnate them. Though vanity and superstition are evidently the basis of these institutions, yet we cannot help admiring their effects, so beautifully ornamenting a torrid country, and affording such general convenience.--_Oriental Sports_, p. 10. _Tanks._--XIII. p. 5. Some of these tanks are of very great extent, often covering eight or ten acres; and, besides having steps of masonry, perhaps fifty or sixty feet in breadth, are faced with brick-work, plastered in the most substantial manner. The corners are generally ornamented with round or polygon pavilions of a neat appearance.--_Oriental Sports_, vol. ii. p. 116. {144} There are two kinds of tanks, which we confound under one common name, though nothing can be more different. The first is the _Eray_, which is formed by throwing a mound or bank across a valley or hollow ground, so that the rain water collects in the upper part of the valley, and is let out on the lower part by sluices, for the purposes of cultivation. The other kind is the _Culam_, which is formed by digging out the earth, and is destined for supplying the inhabitants with water for domestic purposes. The _Culams_ are very frequently lined on all the four sides with cut stone, and are the most elegant works of the natives.--BUCHANAN. Where there are no springs or rivers to furnish them with water, as it is in the northern parts, where there are but two or three springs, they supply this defect by saving of rain water; which they do by casting up great banks in convenient places, to stop and contain the rains that fall, and so save it till they have occasion to let it out into the fields: They are made rounding, like a C, or half-moon. Every town has one of these ponds, which, if they can get but filled with water, they count their corn is as good as in the barn. It was no small work to the ancient inhabitants to make all these banks, of which there is a great number, being some two, some three fathoms in height, and in length some above a mile, some {145} less, not all of a size. They are now grown over with great trees, and so seem natural hills. When they would use the water, they cut a gap in one end of the bank, and so draw the water by little and little, as they have occasion, for the watering their corn. These ponds, in dry weather, dry up quite. If they should dig these ponds deep, it would not be so convenient for them. It would indeed contain the water well, but would not so well, nor in such plenty, empty out itself into their grounds. In these ponds are alligators, which, when the water is dried up, depart into the woods, and down to the rivers, and, in the time of rains, come up again into the ponds. They are but small, nor do use to catch people, nevertheless they stand in some fear of them. The corn they sow in these parts is of that sort that is soonest ripe, fearing lest their waters should fail. As the water dries out of these ponds, they make use of them for fields, treading the mud with buffaloes, and then sowing rice thereon, and frequently casting up water with scoops on it.--KNOX, p. 9. _The Lotus._--XIII. p. 5. The lotus abounds in the numerous lakes and ponds of the province of Garah; and we had the pleasure of comparing {146} several varieties; single and full, white, and tinged with deep or with faint tints of red. To a near view, the simple elegance of the white lotus gains no accession of beauty from the multiplication of its petals, nor from the tinge of gaudy hue; but the richest tint is most pleasing, when a lake, covered with full-blown lotas, is contemplated.--_Journey from Mirzapur to Nagpur_.--Asiatic Annual Register, 1806. _They built them up a Bower, &c._--XIII. p. 5. The materials of which these houses are made are always easy to be procured, and the structure is so simple, that a spacious, and by no means uncomfortable dwelling, suited to the climate, may be erected in one day. Our habitation, consisting of three small rooms, and a hall open to the north, in little more than four hours was in readiness for our reception; fifty or sixty labourers completed it in that time, and on emergency could perform the work in much less. Bamboos, grass for thatching, and the ground rattan, are all the materials requisite: not a nail is used in the whole edifice: A row of strong bamboos, from eight to ten feet high, are fixed firm in the ground, which describe the outline, and are the supporters of the building: smaller bamboos are then tied horizontally, by strips of the ground rattan, to these upright posts: {147} The walls, composed of bamboo mats, are fastened to the sides with similar ligatures: bamboo rafters are quickly raised, and a roof formed, over which thatch is spread in regular layers, and bound to the roof by filaments of rattan. A floor of bamboo grating is next laid in the inside, elevated two or three feet above the ground: this grating is supported on bamboos, and covered with mats and carpets. Thus ends the process, which is not more simple than effectual. When the workmen take pains, a house of this sort is proof against very inclement weather. We experienced, during our stay at Meeday, a severe storm of wind and rain, but no water penetrated, nor thatch escaped: and if the tempest should blow down the house, the inhabitants would run no risk of having, their brains knocked out, or their bones broken; the fall of the whole fabric would not crush a lady's lap-dog.--SYMES's _Embassy to Ava_. _Jungle-grass._--XIII. p. 6. In this district the long grass called jungle is more prevalent than I ever yet noticed. It rises to the height of seven or eight feet, and is topped with a beautiful white down, resembling a swan's feather. It is the mantle with which nature here covers all the uncultivated ground, and at once veils the indolence of the people and the nakedness {148} of their land. It has a fine shewy appearance, as it undulates in the wind, like the waves of the sea. Nothing but the want of greater variety to its colour prevents it from being one of the finest and most beautiful objects in that rich store of productions with which nature spontaneously supplies the improvident natives.--TENNANT. _In such libations, pour'd in open glades,_ _Beside clear streams and solitary shades,_ _The Spirits of the virtuous dead delight._--XIII. p. 6. The Hindoos are enjoined by the _Veds_ to offer a cake, which is called _Peenda_, to the ghosts of their ancestors, as far back as the third generation. This ceremony is performed on the day of the new moon in every month. The offering of water is in like manner commanded to be performed daily; and this ceremony is called _Tarpan_, to satisfy, to appease. The souls of such men as have left children to continue their generation, are supposed to be transported, immediately upon quitting their bodies, into a certain region called the _Peetree Log_, where they may continue in proportion to their former virtues, provided these ceremonies be not neglected; otherwise they are precipitated into _Nark_, and doomed to be born again in the bodies of unclean beasts; and until, by repeated {149} regenerations, all their sins are done away, and they attain such a degree of perfection as will entitle them to what is called _Mooktee_, eternal salvation, by which is understood a release from future transmigration, and an absorption in the nature of the godhead, who is called Brahm.--WILKINS. _Note to the Bhagvat Geeta_. The divine names are always pleased with an oblation in empty glades, naturally clean, on the banks of rivers, and in solitary spots.--_Inst. of Menu_. _Voomdavee._--XIII. p. 7. This wife of Veeshnoo is the Goddess of the Earth and of Patience. No direct adoration is paid her; but she is held to be a silent and attentive spectator of all that passes in the world.--KINDERSLEY. _Tassel Grass._--XIII. p. 8. The _Surput_, or tassel-grass, which is much the same as the guinea-grass, grows to the height of twelve or fourteen feet. Its stem becomes so thick as to resemble in some measure a reed. It is very strong, and grows very luxuriantly: it is even used as a fence against cattle; for which purpose it is often planted on banks, excavated from ditches, to enclose fields of corn, &c. It grows wild in all the uncultivated parts of India, but especially in the {150} lower provinces, in which it occupies immense tracts; sometimes mixing with, and rising above coppices; affording an asylum for elephants, rhinoceroses, tygers, &c. It frequently is laid by high winds, of which breeding sows fail not to take advantage, by forming their nests, and concealing their young under the prostrate grass.--_Oriental Sports_, vol. i. p. 32. _Lo, from his trunk, upturn'd, aloft he flings_ _The grateful shower, and now,_ _Plucking the broad-leav'd bough_ _Of yonder plane,--he moves it to and fro._--XIII. p. 9. Nature has provided the elephant with means to cool its heated surface, by enabling it to draw from its throat, by the aid of its trunk, a copious supply of saliva, which the animal spurts with force very frequently all over its skin. It also sucks up dust, and blows it over its back and sides, to keep off the flies, and may often be seen fanning itself with a large bough, which it uses with great ease and dexterity.--_Oriental Sports_, vol. i. p. 100. _Till his strong temples, bathed with sudden dews,_ _Their fragrance of delight and love diffuse._--XIII p. 9. The Hindoo poets frequently allude to the fragrant juice which oozes, at certain seasons, from small ducts {151} in the temples of the male elephant, and is useful in relieving him from the redundant moisture, with which he is then oppressed; and they even describe the bees as allured by the scent, and mistaking it for that of the sweetest flowers. When Crishna visited Sanc'ha-dwip, and had destroyed the demon who infested that delightful country, he passed along the bank of a river, and was charmed with a delicious odour, which its waters diffused in their course: He was eager to view the source of so fragrant a stream, but was informed by the natives that it flowed from the temples of an elephant, immensely large, milk-white, and beautifully formed; that he governed a numerous race of elephants; and that the odoriferous fluid which exuded from his temples in the season of love had formed the river; that the Devas, or inferior gods, and the Apsarases, or nymphs, bathed and sported in its waters, impassioned and intoxicated with the liquid perfume.--WILFORD. _Asiatic Researches_. _The antic monkeys, whose wild gambols late_ _Shook the whole wood._--XIII. p. 10. They are so numerous on the island of Bulama, says Captain Beaver in his excellent book, that I have seen, on a calm evening, when there was not an air sufficiently strong to agitate a leaf, the whole surrounding wood {152} in as much motion, from their playful gambols among its branches, as if it had blown a strong wind. _Not that in emulous skill that sweetest bird_ _Her rival strain would try._--XIII. p. 10. I have been assured, by a credible eye-witness, that two wild antelopes used often to come from their woods to the place where a more savage beast, Sirajuddaulah, entertained himself with concerts, and that they listened to the strains with an appearance of pleasure, till the monster, in whose soul there was no music, shot one of them, to display his archery. A learned native of this country told me that he had frequently seen the most venomous and malignant snakes leave their holes, upon hearing tunes on a flute, which, as he supposed, gave them peculiar delight. An intelligent Persian, who repeated his story again and again, and permitted me to write it down from his lips, declared, he had more than once been present when a celebrated lutanist, _Mirza Mohammed_, surnamed _Bulbul_, was playing to a large company, in a grove near _Shiraz_, where he distinctly saw the nightingales trying to vie with the musician; sometimes warbling on the trees, sometimes fluttering from branch to branch, as if they wished to approach the instrument whence the melody proceeded, and at length dropping on {153} the ground, in a kind of ecstacy, from which they were soon raised, he assured me, by a change of the mode. I hardly know, says Sir William Jones, how to disbelieve the testimony of men who had no system of their own to support, and could have no interest in deceiving me.--_Asiatic Researches_. _No idle ornaments deface_ _Her natural grace._--XIII. p. 10. The Hindoo Wife, in Sir William Jones's poem, describes her own toilet-tasks:-- Nor were my night thoughts, I confess, Free from solicitude for dress; How best to bind my flowing hair With art, yet with an artless air,-- My hair, like musk in scent and hue, Oh! blacker far, and sweeter too! In what nice braid, or glossy curl, To fix a diamond or a pearl, And where to smooth the love-spread toils With nard or jasmin's fragrant oils; How to adjust the golden _Teic_,[30] And most adorn my forehead sleek; {154} What _Condals_[31] should emblaze my ears, Like _Seita's_[32] waves, or _Seita's_[33] tears; How elegantly to dispose Bright circlets for my well-form'd nose; With strings of rubies how to deck, Or emerald rows, my stately neck; While some that ebon tower embraced, Some pendent sought my slender waist; How next my purfled veil to chuse From silken stores of varied hues, Which would attract the roving view, Pink, violet, purple, orange, blue; The loveliest mantle to select, Or unembellished or bedeck'd; And how my twisted scarf to place With most inimitable grace, (Too thin its warp, too fine its woof, For eyes of males not beauty-proof;) What skirts the mantle best would suit, Ornate, with stars, or tissued fruit, {155} The flower-embroidered or the plain, With silver or with golden vein; The _Chury_[34] bright, which gayly shows Fair objects aptly to compose; How each smooth arm, and each soft wrist, By richest _Cosees_[35] might be kiss'd, While some my taper ankles round, With sunny radiance tinged the ground. See how he kisses the lip of my rival, and imprints on her forehead an ornament of pure musk, black as the young antelope on the lunar orb! Now, like the husband of _Reti_, he fixes white blossoms on her dark locks, where they gleam like flashes of lightning among the curled clouds. On her breasts, like two firmaments, he places a string of gems like a radiant constellation; he binds on her arms, graceful as the stalks of the water-lily, and adorned with hands glowing like the petals of its flower, a bracelet of sapphires, which resemble a cluster of bees. Ah! see how he ties round her waist a rich girdle illumined with golden bells, which seem to laugh as they tinkle, at the inferior brightness of the leafy garlands which lovers hang on their bowers, to propitiate the god of {156} desire. He places her soft foot, as he reclines by her side, on his ardent bosom, and stains it with the ruddy hue of Yavaca.--_Songs of Jayadeva_. _Sandal-streak._--XIII. p. 10. The Hindoos, especially after bathing, paint their faces with ochres and sandal-wood ground very fine into a pulp. The custom is principally confined to the male sex, though the women occasionally wear a round spot, either of sandal, which is of a light dun colour, or of _singuiff_, that is, a preparation of vermilion, between the eye-brows, and a stripe of the same running up the front of the head, in the furrow made according to the general practice of dividing all the frontal hair equally to the right and left, where it is rendered smooth, and glazed by a thick mucilage, made by steeping lintseed for a while in water. When dry, the hair is all firmly matted together, and will retain its form for many days together.--_Oriental Sports_, vol. i. p. 271. _Nor arm, nor ankle-ring._--XIII. p. 10. Glass rings are universally worn by the women of the Decan, as an ornament on the wrists; and their applying closely to the arm is considered as a mark of delicacy {157} and beauty, for they must of course be past over the hand. In doing this a girl seldom escapes without drawing blood, and rubbing part of the skin from her hand; and as every well-dressed girl has a number of rings on each arm, and as these are frequently breaking, the poor creatures suffer much from their love of admiration.--BUCHANAN. _The dear retreat._--XIII. p. 11. There is a beautiful passage in Statius, which may be quoted here: It is in that poet's best manner: Qualis vicino volucris jam sedula partu, Jamque timens quâ fronde domum suspendat inanem, Providet hinc ventos, hinc anxia cogitat angues, Hinc homines; tandem dubiæ placet umbra, novisque Vix stetit in ramis, et protinus arbor amatur. _Achil_. ii. 212. _Jaga-Naut._--XIV. p. 14. This temple is to the Hindoos what Mecca is to the Mahommedans. It is resorted to by pilgrims from every quarter of India. It is the chief seat of Brahminical power, and a strong-hold of their superstition. At the {158} annual festival of the Butt Jattra, seven hundred thousand persons (as has been computed by the Pundits in College) assemble at this place. The number of deaths in a single year, caused by voluntary devotement, by imprisonment for non-payment of the demands of the Brahmins, or by the scarcity of provisions for such a multitude, is incredible. The precincts of the place are covered with bones.--CLAUDIUS BUCHANAN. Many thousands of people are employed in carrying water from Hurdwar to Juggernat, for the uses of that temple. It is there supposed to be peculiarly holy, as it issues from what is called the Cow's Mouth. This superstitious notion is the cause of as much lost labour as would long since have converted the largest province of Asia into a garden. The numbers thus employed are immense; they travel with two flasks of the water slung over the shoulder by means of an elastic piece of bamboo. The same quantity which employs, perhaps, fifteen thousand persons, might easily be carried down the Ganges in a few boats annually. Princes and families of distinction have this water carried to them in all parts of Hindostan; it is drank at feasts, as well as upon religious occasions.--TENNANT. A small river near Kinouge is held by some as even more efficacious in washing away moral defilement than {159} the Ganges itself. Dr Tennant says, that a person in Ceylon drinks daily of this water, though at the distance of, perhaps, three thousand miles, and at the expense of five thousand rupees per month! No distinction of casts is made at this temple, but all, like a nation descended from one common stock, eat, drink, and make merry together.--STAVORINUS. _The seven-headed Idol._--XIV. p. 15. The idol of _Jaggenat_ is in shape like a serpent, with seven heads; and on the cheeks of each head it hath the form of a wing upon each cheek, which wings open and shut and flap as it is carried in a stately chariot, and the idol in the midst of it; and one of the _moguls_ sitting behind it in the chariot, upon a convenient place, with a canopy, to keep the sun from injuring of it. When I, with horror, beheld these strange things, I called to mind the eighteenth chapter of the _Revelations_, and the first verse, and likewise the sixteenth and seventeenth verses of the said chapter, in which places there is a beast, and such idolatrous worship, mentioned; and those sayings in that text are herein truly accomplished in the sixteenth verse; for the _Bramins_ are all marked in the forehead, and likewise all that come to worship the {160} idol are marked also in their foreheads.--BRUTON. _Churchill's Collection_, _The Chariot of the God._--XIV. p. 15. The size of the chariot is not exaggerated. Speaking of other such, Niecamp says, _Currus tam horrendæ magnitudinis sunt, ut vel mille homines uni trahendo vix sufficiant._--i. 10. § 18. They have built a great chariot, that goeth on sixteen wheels of a side, and every wheel is five feet in height, and the chariot itself is about thirty feet high. In this chariot, on their great festival days, at night, they place their wicked god _Jaggarnat_; and all the _Bramins_, being in number nine thousand, then attend this great idol, besides of _ashmen_ and _fackeires_ some thousands, or more than a good many. The chariot is most richly adorned with most rich and costly ornaments; and the aforesaid wheels are placed very complete in a round circle, so artificially, that every wheel doth its proper office without any impediment; for the chariot is aloft, and in the centre betwixt the wheels: they have also more than two thousand lights with them: And this chariot, with the idol, is also drawn with the greatest and best men of the town; and they are so eager and greedy to draw it, that whosoever, {161} by shouldering, crowding, shoving, heaving, thrusting, or any violent way, can but come to lay a hand upon the ropes, they think themselves blessed and happy: and, when it is going along the city, there are many that will offer themselves as a sacrifice to this idol, and desperately lie down on the ground, that the chariot-wheels may run over them, whereby they are killed outright; some get broken arms, some broken legs; so that many of them are so destroyed, and by this means they think to merit heaven.--BRUTON. _Churchill's Collection_. They sometimes lie down in the track of this machine a few hours before its arrival, and, taking a soporiferous draught, hope to meet death asleep.--CLAUDIUS BUCHANAN. _A harlot-band._--XIV. p. 19. There are in India common women, called Wives of the Idol. When a woman has made a vow to obtain children, if she brings into the world a beautiful daughter, she carries her to _Bod_, so their idol is called, with whom she leaves her. This girl, when she is arrived at a proper age, takes an apartment in the public place, hangs a curtain before the door, and waits for those who are passing, as well Indians as those of other sects among whom this debauchery is permitted. She prostitutes {162} herself for a certain price, and all that she can thus acquire she carries to the priest of the idol, that he may apply it to the service of the temple. Let us, says the Mohammedan relater, bless the almighty and glorious God, that he has chosen us, to exempt us from all the crimes into which men are led by their unbelief.--_Anciennes Relations_. Incited, unquestionably, says Mr. Maurice, by the hieroglyphic emblem of vice so conspicuously elevated, and so strikingly painted in the temples of Mahadeo, the priests of that deity industriously selected the most beautiful females that could be found, and, in their tenderest years, with great pomp and solemnity, consecrated them (as it is impiously called) to the service of the presiding divinity of the pagoda. They were trained up in every art to delude and to delight; and, to the fascination of external beauty, their artful betrayers added the attractions arising from mental accomplishments. Thus was an invariable rule of the Hindoos, _that women have no concern with literature_, dispensed with upon this infamous occasion. The moment these hapless victims reached maturity, they fell victims to the lust of the Brahmins. They were early taught to practise the most alluring blandishments, to roll the expressive eye of wanton pleasure, and to invite to criminal indulgence, by {163} stealing upon the beholder the tender look of voluptuous languishing. They were instructed to mould their elegant and airy forms into the most enticing attitudes and the most lascivious gestures, while the rapid and graceful motion of their feet, adorned with golden bells, and glittering with jewels, kept unison with the exquisite melody of their voices. Every pagoda has a band of these young syrens, whose business, on great festivals, is to dance in public before the idol, to sing hymns in his honour, and in private to enrich the treasury of that pagoda with the wages of prostitution. These women are not, however, regarded in a dishonourable light; they are considered as _wedded to the idol_, and they partake of the veneration paid to him. They are forbidden even to desert the pagoda where they are educated, and are never permitted to marry; but the offspring, if any, of their criminal embraces are considered as sacred to the idol: the boys are taught to play on the sacred instruments used at the festivals, and the daughters are devoted to the abandoned occupations of their mothers.--_Indian Antiquities_. These impostors take a young maid, of the fairest they can meet with, to be the bride, (as they speak and bear the besotted people in hand) of _Jagannat_, and they leave her all night in the temple (whither they {164} have carried her) with the idol, making her believe that _Jagannat_ himself will come and embrace her, and appointing her to ask him, whether it will be a fruitful year, what kind of processions, feasts, prayers, and alms he demands to be made for it. In the mean time one of these lustful priests enters at night by a little back-door into the temple, deflowereth this young maid, and maketh her believe any thing he pleaseth; and the next day, being transported from this temple into another with the same magnificence, she was carried before upon the chariot of triumph, on the side of _Jagannat_ her bridegroom: these _Brahmans_ make her say aloud, before all the people, whatsoever she had been taught of these cheats, as if she had learnt it from the very mouth of _Jagannat._--BERNIER. _Baly._--XV. p. 26. The fifth incarnation was in a Bramin dwarf, under the name of Vamen; it was wrought to restrain the pride of the giant Baly. The latter, after having conquered the gods, expelled them from Sorgon; he was generous, true to his word, compassionate, and charitable. Vichenou, under the form of a very little Bramin, presented himself before him while he was sacrificing, and asked him for three paces of land to build a hut. Baly ridiculed the {165} apparent imbecility of the dwarf, in telling him, that he ought not to limit his demand to a bequest so trifling; that his generosity could bestow a much larger donation of land. Vamen answered, That, being of so small a stature, what he asked was more than sufficient. The prince immediately granted his request, and, to ratify his donation, poured water into his right hand; which was no sooner done than the dwarf grew so prodigiously, that his body filled the universe! He measured the earth with one pace, and the heavens with another, and then summoned Baly to give him his word for the third. The prince then recognised Vichenou, adored him, and presented his head to him; but the god, satisfied with his submission, sent him to govern the Padalon, and permitted him to return every year to the earth, the day of the full moon, in the month of November.--SONNERAT's _Voyages_, vol. i. p. 24. _The sacred cord._--XV. p. 30. The Brahmans who officiate at the temples generally go with their heads uncovered, and the upper part of the body naked. The _Zennar_, or sacred string, is hung round the body from the left shoulder; a piece of white cotton cloth is wrapped round the loins, which descends under the knee, but lower on the left side than on the {166} other; and in cold weather they sometimes cover their bodies with a shawl, and their heads with a red cap.--The _Zennar_ is made of a particular kind of perennial cotton, called _Verma_: it is composed of a certain number of threads of a fixed length: the _Zennar_ worn by the Khatries has fewer threads than that worn by the Brahmans, and that worn by the Bhyse fewer than that worn by the Khatries; but those of the Sodra cast are excluded from this distinction, none of them being permitted to wear it.--CRAUFURD. _The City of Baly._--XV. p. 31. Ruins of Malâbalipûr, the City of the great Baly. A rock, or rather hill of stone, is that which first engrosses the attention on approaching the place; for as it rises abruptly out of a level plain of great extent, consists chiefly of one single stone, and is situated very near to the sea-beach, it is such a kind of object as an inquisitive traveller would naturally turn aside to examine. Its shape is also singular and romantic, and, from a distant view, has an appearance like some antique and lofty edifice. On coming near to the foot of the rock from the north, works of imagery and sculpture crowd so thick upon the eye, as might seem to favour the idea of {167} a petrified town, like those that have been fabled in different parts of the world, by too credulous travellers. Proceeding on by the foot of the hill, on the side facing the sea, there is a pagoda rising out of the ground, of one solid stone, about sixteen or eighteen feet high, which seems to have been cut upon the spot, out of a detached rock, that has been found of a proper size for that purpose. The top is arched, and the style of architecture according to which it is formed different from any now used in those parts. A little further on, there appears, upon a huge surface of stone, that juts out a little from the side of the hill, a numerous group of human figures, in bass-relief, considerably larger than life, representing the most remarkable persons whose actions are celebrated in the Nahâbharit, each of them in an attitude, or with weapons, or other insignia, expressive of his character, or of some one of his most famous exploits. All these figures are doubtless much less distinct than they were at first; for upon comparing these and the rest of the sculptures that are exposed to the sea-air, with others at the same place, whose situation has afforded them protection from that element, the difference is striking; the former being every where much defaced, while the others are fresh as recently finished. An excavation in another part of the east side of the great rock appears {168} to have been made on the same plan, and for the same purpose, that Chowltries are usually built in that country, that is to say, for the accommodation of travellers. The rock is hollowed out to the size of a spacious room, and two or three rows of pillars are left, as a seeming support to the mountainous mass of stone which forms the roof. The ascent of the hill on the north is, from its natural shape, gradual and easy at first, and is in other parts rendered more so, by very excellent steps, cut out in several places where the communication would be difficult or impracticable without them. A winding stair of this sort leads to a kind of temple cut out of the solid rock, with some figures of idols in high relief upon the walls, very well finished. From this temple there are flights of steps, that seem to have led to some edifice formerly standing upon the hill; nor does it seem absurd to suppose that this may have been a palace, to which this temple may have appertained; for, besides the small detached range of stairs that are here and there cut in the rock, and seem as if they had once led to different parts of one great building, there appear in many places small water channels cut also in the rock, as if for drains to an house; and the whole top of the hill is strewed with small round pieces of brick, which may be supposed, {169} from their appearance, to have been worn down to their present form during the lapse of many ages. On a plain surface of the rock, which may once have served as the floor of some apartment, there is a platform of stone, about 8 or 9 feet long, by 3 or 4 wide, in a situation rather elevated, with two or three steps leading up to it, perfectly resembling a couch or bed, and a lion very well executed at the upper end of it, by way of pillow; the whole of one piece, being part of the hill itself. This the Bramins, inhabitants of the place, call the bed of Dhermarâjah, or Judishter, the eldest of the five brothers, whose exploits are the leading subject in the Mahabhârit. And at a considerable distance from this, at such a distance, indeed, as the apartments of the women might be supposed to be from that of the men, is a bath, excavated also from the rock, with steps in the inside, which the Bramins call the Bath of Dropedy, the wife of Judishter and his brothers. How much credit is due to this tradition, and whether this stone couch may not have been anciently used as a kind of throne, rather than a bed, is matter for future enquiry. A circumstance, however, which may seem to favour this idea is, that a throne, in the Shanscrit and other Hindoo languages, is called _Singhâsen_, which is compounded of _Sing_, a lion, and _ásen_, a seat. {170} But though these works may be deemed stupendous, they are surpassed by others that are to be seen at the distance of about a mile, or mile and half, to the south of the hill. They consist of two pagodas, of about 30 feet long, by 20 feet wide, and about as many in height, cut out of the solid rock, and each consisting originally of one single stone. Their form is different from the style of architecture according to which idol temples are now built in that country. These sculptures approach nearer to the Gothic taste, being surmounted by arched roofs, or domes, not semicircular, but composed of two segments of circles meeting in a point at top. Near these also stand an elephant full as big as life, and a lion much larger than the natural size, both hewn also out of one stone. The great rock is about 50 or 100 yards from the sea; but close to the sea are the remains of a pagoda built of brick, and dedicated to Sîb, the greatest part of which has evidently been swallowed up by that element; for the door of the innermost apartment, in which the idol is placed, and before which there are always two or three spacious courts surrounded with walls, is now washed by the waves, and the pillar used to discover the meridian at the time of founding the pagoda is seen standing at some distance in the sea. In the neighbourhood of {171} this building there are some detached rocks, washed also by the waves, on which there appear sculptures, though now much worn and defaced: And the natives of the place declared to the writer of this account, that the more aged people among them remembered to have seen the tops of several pagodas far out in the sea, which, being covered with copper, (probably gilt,) were particularly visible at sun-rise, as their shining surface used then to reflect the sun's rays, but that now that effect was no longer produced, as the copper had since become incrusted with mould and verdigrease.--CHAMBERS. _Asiatic Researches_. _Thou hast been called, O Sleep! the friend of Woe,_ _But 'tis the happy who have call'd thee so._--XV. p. 36. Daniel has a beautiful passage concerning Richard II.--sufficiently resembling this part of the poem to be inserted here: To _Flint_, from thence, unto a restless bed, That miserable night he comes convey'd; Poorly provided, poorly followed, Uncourted, unrespected, unobey'd; Where, if uncertain Sleep but hovered Over the drooping cares that heavy weigh'd, {172} Millions of figures Fantasy presents Unto that sorrow wakened grief augments. His new misfortune makes deluded Sleep Say 'twas not so:--false dreams the truth deny: Wherewith he starts; feels waking cares do creep Upon his soul, and gives his dream the lie, Then sleeps again:--and then again as deep Deceits of darkness mock his misery. _Civil War_, Book II. st. 52, 53. _The Aullay._--XVI. p. 40. This monster of Hindoo imagination is a horse with the trunk of an elephant, but bearing about the same proportion to the elephant in size, that the elephant itself does to a common sheep. In one of the prints to Mr. Kindersley's "Specimens of Hindoo Literature," an aullay is represented taking up an elephant with his trunk. _----Did then the Ocean wage_ _His war for love and envy, not in rage,_ _O thou fair City, that he spares thee thus?_--XVI. p. 40. Malecheren, (which is probably another name for Baly), in an excursion which he made one day alone, and in {173} disguise, came to a garden in the environs of his city Mahâbalipoor, where was a fountain so inviting, that two celestial nymphs had come down to bathe there. The Rajah became enamoured of one of them, who condescended to allow of his attachment to her; and she and her sister nymph used thenceforward to have frequent interviews with him in that garden. On one of those occasions they brought with them a male inhabitant of the heavenly regions, to whom they introduced the Rajah; and between him and Malecheren a strict friendship ensued; in consequence of which he agreed, at the Rajah's earnest request, to carry him in disguise to see the court of the divine Inder,--a favour never before granted to any mortal. The Rajah returned from thence with new ideas of splendour and magnificence, which he immediately adopted in regulating his court and his retinue, and in beautifying his seat of government. By this means Mahâbalipoor became soon celebrated beyond all the cities of the earth; and on account of its magnificence having been brought to the gods assembled at the court of Inder, their jealousy was so much excited at it, that they sent orders to the God of the Sea to let loose his billows, and overflow a place which impiously pretended to vie in splendour with their celestial mansions. This {174} command he obeyed, and the city was at once overflowed by that furious element, nor has it ever since been able to rear its head.--CHAMBERS. _Asiat. Res._ _Round those strange waters they repair._--XVI. p. 44. In the Bahia dos Artifices, which is between the river Jagoarive and S. Miguel, there are many springs of fresh water, which may be seen at low tide, and these springs are frequented by fish and by the sea-cow, which they say comes to drink there.--_Noticias do Brazil_. MSS. i. 8. The inhabitants of the Feroe Islands seek for cod in places where there is a fresh-water spring at the bottom.--LANDT. _The Sheckra._--XVII. p. 65. This weapon, which is often to be seen in one of the wheel-spoke hands of a Hindoo god, resembles a quoit: the external edge is sharp: it is held in the middle, and, being whirled along, cuts wherever it strikes. _The writing which, at thy nativity,_ _All-knowing Nature wrought upon thy brain._ --XVIII. p. 69. Brahma is considered as the immediate creator of all things, and particularly as the disposer of each person's {175} fate, which he inscribes within the skull of every created being, and which the gods themselves cannot avert.--KINDERSLEY, p. 21. NIECAMP. vol. i. p. 10. § 7. It is by the sutures of the skull that these lines of destiny are formed. See also a note to Thalaba, (vol. i. p. 260, second edition,) upon a like superstition of the Mahommedans. _Quand on leur reproche quclque vice, ou qu'on les reprend d'une mauvaise action, ils répondent froidement, que cela est écrit sur leur tête, et qu'ils n'ont pu faire autrement. Si vous paroissez étonné de ce langage nouveau, et que vous demandiez à voir oú cela est ecrit, ils vous montrent les diverses jointures du crâne de leur tête, prétendant que les sutures même sont les caracteres de cette écriture mysterieuse. Si vous les pressez de dechiffrer ces caracteres, et de vous faire connoitre ce qu'ils signifient, ils avouent qu'ils ne le sçavent pas. Mais puisque vous ne sçavez pas lire cette ecriture, disois-je quelquefois à ces gens entêtés, qui est-ce donc qui vous la lit? qui estce qui vous en explique le sens, et qui vous fait connoitre ce qu'elle contient? D'ailleurs ces pretendus caracteres etant les memes sur la tête de tous les hommes, d' oú vient qu'ils agissent si différemment, et qu'ils sont si contraires les uns aux autres dans leurs vues, dans leurs desseins, et dans leurs projets?_ {176} _Les Brames m'ecoutoient de sang froid, et sans s'inguieter ni des contradictions oú ils tomboient, ni des consequences ridicules qu'ils etoient obligés d'avouer, Enfin, lorsgu'ils se sentoient vivement presses, toute leur ressource éloit de se retirer sans rien dire._--P. MAUDUIT. Lettres Edifiantes, t. x. p. 248. _The Seven Earths._--XIX. p. 77. The seas which surround these earths are, 1. of salt water, inclosing our inmost earth; 2. of fresh water; 3. of _tyre_, curdled milk; 4. of _ghee_, clarified butter; 5. of _cauloo_, a liquor drawn from the _pullum_ tree; 6. of liquid sugar; 7. of milk. The whole system is inclosed in one broad circumference of pure gold, beyond which reigns impenetrable darkness.--KINDERSLEY. I know not whether the following fable was invented to account for the saltness of our sea: "Agastya is recorded to have been very low in stature; and one day, previously to the rectifying the too oblique posture of the earth, walking with Veeshnu on the shore of the ocean, the insolent Deep asked the God, who that dwarf was strutting by his side? Veeshnu replied, it was the patriarch Agastya going to restore the earth to its true balance. The sea, in utter contempt of his pigmy, form, dashed him with his spray as he passed along; on, which the sage, greatly incensed at the designed affront, {177} scooped up some of the water in the hollow of his hand, and drank it off: he again and again repeated the draught, nor desisted till he had drained the bed of the ocean of the entire volume of its waters. Alarmed at this effect of his holy indignation, and dreading an universal drought, the Devatas made intercession with Agastya to relent from his anger, and again restore an element so necessary to the existence of nature, both animate and inanimate. Agastya, pacified, granted their request, and discharged the imbibed fluid in a way becoming the histories of a gross physical people to relate, but by no means proper for this page; away, however, that evinced his sovereign power, while it marked his ineffable contempt for the vain fury of an element, contending with a being armed with the delegated power of the Creator of all things. After this miracle, the earth being, by the same power, restored to its just balance, Agastya and Veeshnu separated: when the latter, to prevent any similar accident occurring, commanded the _great serpent_ (that is, of the sphere) to wind its enormous folds round the seven continents, of which, according to Sanscreet geography, the earth consists, and appointed, as perpetual guardians, to watch over and protect it, the eight powerful genii, so renowned in the Hindoo system of mythology, as presiding over the eight points of the world."--MAURICE. {178} The Pauranics (said Ramachandra to Sir William Jones) will tell you that our earth is a plane figure studded with eight mountains, and surrounded by seven seas of milk, nectar, and other fluids; that the part which we inhabit is one of seven islands, to which eleven smaller isles are subordinate; that a god, riding on a huge elephant, guards each of the eight regions; and that a mountain of gold rises and gleams in the centre.--_Asiatic Researches_. "Eight original mountains and seven seas, BRAHMA, INDRA, the SUN, and RUDRA, _these are permanent;_ not thou, not I, not this or that people. Wherefore then should anxiety be raised in our minds?"--_Asiatic Res_. _Mount Calasay._--XIX. p. 77. The residence of _Ixoru_ is upon the silver mount _Calaja_, to the south of the famous mountain _Mahameru_, being a most delicious place, planted with all sorts of trees, that bear fruit all the year round. The roses and other flowers send forth a most odoriferous scent; and the pond at the foot of the mount is inclosed with pleasant walks of trees, that afford an agreeable shade, whilst the peacocks and divers other birds entertain the ear with their harmonious noise, as the beautiful women do the eyes. The circumjacent woods are inhabited by a certain people {179} called _Munis_, or _Rixis_, who, avoiding the conversation of others, spend their time in offering daily sacrifices to their god. It is observable, that though these pagans are generally black themselves, they do represent these _Rixis_ to be of a fair complexion, with long white beards, and long garments hanging cross-ways, from about the neck down over the breast. They are in such high esteem among them, they believe that whom they bless are blessed, and whom they curse are cursed. Within the mountain lives another generation, called _Jexaquinnera_ and _Quendra_, who are free from all trouble, spend their days in continual contemplations, praises, and prayers to God. Round about the mountain stand seven ladders, by which you ascend to a spacious plain, in the middle whereof is a bell of silver, and a square table, surrounded with nine precious stones, of divers colours. Upon this table lies a silver rose, called _Tamora Pua_, which contains two women as bright and fair as a pearl: one is called _Brigasiri_, i. e. _the Lady of the Mouth;_ the other _Tarasiri_, i.e. _the Lady of the Tongue_,--because they praise God with the mouth and tongue. In the centre of this rose is the _triangle_ of _Quivelinga_, which they say is the permanent residence of God.--BALDÆUS. {180} _O All-containing Mind,_ _Thou who art every where!_--XIX. p. 80. "Even I was even at first, not any other thing; that which exists, unperceived, supreme: afterwards I am that which is; and he who must remain, am I. "Except the First Cause, whatever may appear, and may not appear, in the mind, know that to be the mind's _Máyá_, or _delusion_, as light, as darkness. "As the great elements are in various beings, entering, yet not entering, (that is, pervading, not destroying,) thus am I in them, yet not in them. "Even thus far may inquiry be made by him who seeks to know the principle of mind in union and separation, which must be _everywhere, always_."--_Asiatic Researches_. Sir W. JONES, _from the Bhagavat_. I am the creation and the dissolution of the whole universe. There is not any thing greater than I, and all things hang on me, even as precious gems upon a string. I am moisture in the water, light in the sun and moon, invocation in the _Veds_, sound in the firmament, human nature in mankind, sweet-smelling savour in the earth, glory in the source of light: In all things I am life; and I am zeal in the zealous: and know, O Arjoon! that I am the eternal seed of all nature. I am the understanding {181} of the wise, the glory of the proud, the strength of the strong, free from lust and anger; and in animals I am desire regulated by moral fitness.--KREESHNA, _in the Bhagavat-Geeta_. _Heart cannot think, nor tongue declare,_ _Nor eyes of angel bear_ _That Glory, unimaginably bright._--XIX. p. 81. Being now in the splendorous lustre of the divine bliss and glory, I there saw in spirit the choir of the holy angels, the choir of the prophets and apostles, who, with heavenly tongues and music, sing and play around the throne of God; yet not in just such corporeal forms or shapes as are those we _now_ bear and walk about in; no, but in shapes all spiritual: the holy angels in the shape of a multitude of flames of fire, the souls of believers in the shape of a multitude of glittering or luminous sparkles; God's throne in the shape, or under the appearance of a great splendour.--HANS ENGELBRECHT. Something analogous to this unendurable presence of Seeva is found amid the nonsense of Joanna Southcott. Apollyon is there made to say of the Lord, "thou knowest it is written, he is a consuming fire, and who can dwell in everlasting burnings? who could abide in devouring flames? Our backs are not brass, nor our sinews {182} iron, to dwell with God in heaven."--_Dispute between the Woman and the Powers of Darkness_. _The Sun himself had seem'd_ _A speck of darkness there._--XIX. p. 82. "There the sun shines not, nor the moon and stars: these lightnings flash not in that place: how should even fire blaze there? God irradiates all this bright substance, and by its effulgence the universe is enlightened."--_From the Yajurveda. Asiat. Res._ Hæc ait, et sese radiorum nocte suorum Claudit inaccessum.----CARRARA. _Whose cradles from some tree_ _Unnatural hands suspended._--XXI. p. 92. I heard a voice crying out under my window; I looked out, and saw a poor young girl lamenting the unhappy case of her sister. On asking what was the matter, the reply was, _Boot Laggeeosa_, a demon has seized her. These unhappy people say _Boot Laggeeosa_, if a child newly born will not suck; and they expose it to death in a basket, hung on the branch of a tree. One day, as Mr. Thomas and I were riding out, we saw a basket hung in a tree, in which an infant had been exposed, the skull of which remained, {183} the rest having been devoured by ants.--_Periodical Accounts of the Baptist Missionaries_. _That strange Indian Bird._--XXI. p. 93. The Chatookee. They say it never drinks at the streams below, but, opening its bill when it rains, it catches the drops as they fall from the clouds.--_Periodical Accounts of the Baptist Missionaries_, vol. ii. p. 309. _The footless fowl of Heaven._--XXI. p. 93. There is a bird that falls down out of the air dead, and is found sometimes in the Molucco Islands, that has no feet at all. The bigness of her body and bill, as likewise the form of them, is much the same as a swallow's; but the spreading out of her wings and tail has no less compass than an eagle's. She lives and breeds in the air, comes not near the earth but for her burial, for the largeness and lightness of her wings and tail sustain her without lassitude. And the laying of her eggs, and breeding of her young, is upon the back of the male, which is made hollow, as also the breast of the female, for the more easy incubation. Also two strings, like two shoemaker's ends, come from the hinder parts of the male, wherewith it is conceived that he is fastened closer to the female, while she hatches her eggs on the hollow of {184} his back. The dew of heaven is appointed her for food, her region being too far removed from the approach of flies and such like insects. This is the entire story and philosophy of this miraculous bird in _Cardan_, who professes himself to have seen it no less than thrice, and to have described it accordingly. The contrivances whereof, if the matter were certainly true, are as evident arguments of a Divine Providence, as that copper-ring, with the Greek[36] inscription upon it, was an undeniable monument of the artifice and finger of man. But that the reproach of over-much credulity may not lie upon _Cardan_ alone, Scaliger, who lay at catch with him to take him tripping wherever he could, cavils not with any thing in the whole narration but the bigness of wings and the littleness of the body; which he undertakes to correct from one of his own which was sent him by _Orvesanus_ from Java. Nay, he confirms what his antagonist has wrote, partly by history and partly by reason; affirming, that himself, in his own garden, found two {185} little birds with membranaceous wings utterly devoid of legs, their form was near to that of a bat's. Nor is he deterred from the belief of the perpetual flying of the _Manucodiata_, by the gaping of the feathers of her wings, which seem thereby less fit to sustain her body, but further makes the narration probable by what he has observed in kites hovering in the air, as he saith, for a whole hour together without flapping of her wings, or changing place. And he has found also how she may sleep in the air, from the example of fishes, which he has seen sleeping in the water without sinking themselves to the bottom, and without changing place, but lying stock still, _pinnulis tantum nescia quid motiuncule meditantes_, only wagging a little their fins, as heedlessly and unconcernedly as horses while they are asleep wag their ears to displace the flies that sit upon them. Wherever Scaliger admitting that the Menucodiata is perpetually on the wing in the air, he must of necessity admit also that manner of incubation that Cardan describes, else how could their generations continue? Franciscus Hernandeo affirms the same with Cardan expressly in every thing: As also Eusebius Nierembergius, who is so taken with the story of this bird, that he could not abstain from celebrating her miraculous properties in a short but elegant copy of verses; and does {186} after, though confidently opposed, assert the main matter again in prose. Such are the sufferages of Cardan, Scaliger, Hernandeo, Nierembergius. But Aldrovandus rejects that fable of her feeding on the dew of heaven, and of her incubiture on the back of the male, with much scorn and indignation. And as for the former, his reasons are no ways contemptible, he alledging that dew is a body not perfectly enough mixed, or heterogenial enough for food, nor the hard bill of the bird made for such easie uses as sipping this soft moisture. To which I know not what Cardan and the rest would answer, unless this, that they mean by dew the more unctuous moisture of the air, which as it may not be alike every where, so these birds may be fitted with a natural sagacity to find it out where it is. That there is dew in this sense day and night, (as well as in the morning,) and in all seasons of the year; and therefore a constant supply of moisture and spirits to their perpetual flying, which they more copiously imbibe by reason of their exercise: That the thicker parts of this moisture stick and convert into flesh, and that the lightness of their feathers is so great, that their pains in sustaining themselves are not over-much. That what is homogeneal and simple to our sight is fit enough to be the rudiments of generation, {187} all animals being generated of a kind of clear crystalline liquor; and that, therefore, it may be also of nutrition; that orpine and sea-house-leek are nourished and grow, being hung in the air, and that dock-weed has its root no deeper than near the upper parts of the water; and, lastly, that the bills of these birds are for their better flying, by cutting the way, and for better ornament; for the rectifying also and composing of their feathers, while they swim in the air with as much ease as swans do in river. To his great impatiency against their manner of incubation, they would happily return this answer: That the way is not ridiculous; but it may be rather necessary from what Aldrovandus himself not only acknowledges but contends for, namely, that they have no feet at all. For hence it is manifest, that they cannot light upon the ground, nor any where rest on their bellies, and be able to get on wing again, because they cannot creep out of holes of rocks, as swifts and such like short-footed birds can, they having no feet at all to creep with. Besides, as Aristotle well argues concerning the long legs of certain water-fowl, that they were made so long, because they were to wade in the water and catch fish, adding that excellent aphorism, τὰ γαρ ὄργανα πρὸς τὸ ἔργον ἡ φύσις ποιεῖ ἀλλ᾽ ὐ τὸ ἔργον πρὸς τὰ ὄργανα, so may we rationally conclude, will they say, that as the long legs of these water-fowl {188} imply a design of their haunting the water, so want of legs in these Manucodiatas argue they are never to come down to the earth, because they can neither stand there nor get off again. And if they never come on the earth, or any other resting-place, where can their eggs be laid or hatched but on the back of the male? Besides that Cardan pleases himself with that Antiphonie in nature, that as the Ostrich being a bird, yet never flies in the air, and never rests upon the earth. And as for Aldrovandus, his presumption from the five several Manucodiatas that he had seen, and in which he could observe no such figuration of parts as implied a fitness for such a manner of incubation, Cardan will answer, Myself has seen three, and Scaliger one, who both agree against you. However, you see that both Cardan, Aldrovandus, and the rest do jointly agree in allowing the Manucodiata no feet, as also in furnishing her with two strings, hanging at the hinder parts of her body, which Aldrovandus will have to be in the female as well as in the male, though Cardan's experience reacheth not so far. But Pighafetta and Clusius will easily end this grand controversy betwixt Cardan and Aldrovandus, if it be true which they report, and if they speak of the same kind of Birds of Paradise. For they both affirm that they {189} have feet a palm long, and that with all confidence imaginable; but Nierembergius on the contrary affirms, that one that was an eye witness, and that had taken up one of these birds newly dead, told him that it had no feet at all. Johnston also gives his suffrage with Nierembergius in this, though with Aldrovandus he rejects the manner of their incubation. But unless they can raise themselves from the ground by the stiffness of some of the feathers of their wings, or rather by virtue of those nervous strings which they may have a power to stiffen when they are alive, by transfusing spirits into them, and making them serve as well instead of legs to raise them from the ground as to hang upon the boughs of trees, by a slight thing being able to raise or hold up their light-feathered bodies in the air, as a small twig will us in the water, I should rather incline to the testimony of Pighafetta and Clusius than to the judgment of the rest, and believe those mariners that told him that the legs are pulled off by them that take them, and extenterate them and dry them in the sun for either their private use or sale. Which conclusion would the best solve the credit of Aristotle, who long since has so peremptorily pronounced ὄτι πτηνὸν μόνον ὐδὲν ἐσιν ὥσπερ νευσικὸν μόνον ἐσιν ὶχθὸς. That there is not any bird that only flies as the fish only swims. {190} But thus our Bird of Paradise is quite flown and vanished into a figment or fable. But if any one will condole the loss of so convincing an argument for a Providence that fits one thing to another, I must take the freedom to tell him, that, unless he be a greater admirer of novelty than a searcher into the indissoluble consequences of things, I shall supply his meditation with what of this nature is as strongly conclusive, and remind, that it will be his own reproach if he cannot spy as clear an inference from an ordinary truth as from either an uncertainty or a fiction. And in this regard, the bringing this doubtful narration into play may not justly seem to no purpose, it carrying so serious and castigatory a piece of pleasantry with it. The manucodiata's living on the dew is no part of the convictiveness of a Providence in this story: But the being excellently well provided of wings and feathers, _tanta levitatis supellectile exornata_, as Nierembergius speaks, being so well furnished with all advantages for lightness, that it seems harder for her to sink down, as he conceits, than to be borne up in the air; that a bird thus fitted for that region should have no legs to stand on the earth, this would be a considerable indication of a discriminating Providence, that on purpose avoids all uselessness and superfluities. {191} The other remarkable, and it is a notorious one, is the cavity on the back of the male and in the breast of the female, for incubation; and the third and last, the use of those strings, as Cardan supposes, for the better keeping them together in incubiture. If these considerations of this strange story strike so strongly upon thee as to convince thee of a Providence, think it humour and not judgment, if what I put in lieu of them, and is but ordinary, have not the same force with thee. For is not the fish's wanting feet, (as we observed before,) she being sufficiently supplied with fins in so thick an element as the water, as great an argument for a Providence as so light a bird's wanting feet in that thinner element of the air, the extream lightness of her furniture being appropriated to the thinness of that element? And is not the same Providence seen, and that as conspicuously, in allotting but very short legs to those birds that are called Apodeo both in Plinie and Aristotle, upon whom she has bestowed such large and strong wings, and a power of flying so long and swift, as in giving no legs at all to the manucodiata, who has still a greater power of wing and lightness of body? And as for the cavities on the back of the male and in the breast of the female, is that design of nature any more {192} certain and plain than in the genital parts of the male and female in all kinds of animals? What greater argument of counsel and purpose of fitting one thing for another can there be than that? And if we should make a more inward search into the contrivances of these parts in an ordinary hen, and consider how or by what force an egg of so great a growth and bigness is transmitted from the ovarium through the infundibulum into the processus of the uterus, the membranes being go thin and the passage so very small, to see to the principle of that motion cannot be thought less than divine. And if you would compare the protuberant paps of teats in the females of beasts with that cavity in the breast of the she-manucodiata, whether of them, think you, is the plainer pledge of a knowing and a designing Providence? And, lastly, for the strings that are conceived to hold together the male and female in their incubiture, what a toy is it, if compared with those invisible links and ties that engage ordinary birds to sit upon their eggs, they having no visible allurement to such a tedious service?--HENRY MORE's _Antidote against Atheism_, book 2. ch. 11. {193} _And Brama's region, where the heavenly hours_ _Weave the vast circle of his age-long day._--XXIII. p. 113. They who are acquainted with day and night know that the day of Brahma is as a thousand revolutions of the _Yoogs_, and that his night extendeth for a thousand more. On the coming of that day all things proceed from invisibility to visibility; so, on the approach of night, they are all dissolved away in that which is called invisible. The universe, even, having existed, is again dissolved; and now again, on the approach of day, by divine necessity, it is reproduced. That which, upon the dissolution of all things else, is not destroyed, is superior and of another nature from that visibility: it is invisible and eternal. He who is thus called invisible and incorruptible is even he who is called the Supreme Abode; which men having once obtained, they never more return to earth: that is my mansion.--KREESHNA, _in the Bhagavat-Geeta_. The guess, that Brama and his wife Saraswadi may be Abraham and Sarah, has more letters in its favour than are usually to be found in such guesses.--NIECAMP, p. i, c. 10. § 2. The true cause why there is no idol of Brama (except {194} the head, which is his share in the Trimourter,) is probably to be found in the conquest of his sect. A different reason, however, is implied in the Veeda: "Of Him, it says, whose glory is so great there is no image:--He is the incomprehensible Being which illumines all, delights all, whence all proceeded;--that by which they live when born, and that to which all must return."--MOOR's _Hindu Pantheon_, p. 4. _Yamen._--XXII. p. 99. _Yama_ was a child of the Sun, and thence named _Vaivaswata_; another of his titles was _Dhermaraja_, or King of Justice; and a third _Pitripeti_, or Lord of the Patriarchs: but he is chiefly distinguished as Judge of departed souls; for the Hindus believe, that, when a soul leaves its body, it immediately repairs to _Yamapur_, or the city of _Yama_, where it receives a just sentence from him, and thence either ascends to _Swerga_, or the first Heaven; or is driven down to _Narac_, the region of serpents; or assumes on earth the form of some animal, unless its offence had been such, that it ought to be condemned to a vegetable, or even to a mineral prison.--Sir W. JONES. There is a story concerning Yamen which will remind the reader, in its purport, of the fable of Love and Death. {195} "A famous penitent, _Morrugandumagarexi_ by name, had, during a long series of years, served the gods with uncommon and most exemplary piety. This very virtuous man having no children, was extremely desirous of having one, and therefore daily besought the god Xiven (or Seeva) to grant him one. At length the god heard his desire, but, before he indulged it him, he asked him, whether he would have several children, who should be long-lived and wicked, or one virtuous and prudent, who should die in his sixteenth year? The penitent chose the latter: his wife conceived, and was happily delivered of the promised son, whom they named Marcandem. The boy, like his father, zealously devoted himself to the worship of Xiven; but as soon as he had attained his sixteenth year, the officers of Yhamen, god of death, were sent on the earth, to remove him from thence. "Young Marcandem being informed on what errand they were come, told them, with a resolute air, that he was resolved not to die, and that they might go back, if they pleased. They returned to their master, and told him the whole affair. Yhamen immediately mounted his great buffle, and set out. Being come, he told the youth that he acted very rashly in refusing to leave the world, and it was unjust in him, for Xiven had promised him a life only of sixteen years, and the term was expired. But {196} this reason did not satisfy Marcandem, who persisted in his resolution not to die; and, fearing lest the god of death should attempt to take him away by force, he ran to his oratory, and taking the Lingam, clasped it to his breast. Mean time Yhamen came down from his buffle, threw a rope about the youth's neck, and held him fast therewith, as also the Lingam, which Marcandem grasped with all his strength, and was going to drag them both into hell, when Xiven issued out of the Lingam, drove back the king of the dead, and gave him so furious a blow, that he killed him on the spot. "The god of death being thus slain, mankind multiplied so that the earth was no longer able to contain them. The gods represented this to Xiven, and he, at their entreaty, restored Yhamen to life, and to all the power he had before enjoyed. Yhamen immediately dispatched a herald to all parts of the world, to summon all the old men. The herald got drunk before he set out, and, without staying till the fumes of the wine were dispelled, mounted an elephant, and rode up and down the world, pursuant to his commission; and, instead of publishing this order, he declared, that it was the will and pleasure of Yamen, that, from this day forward, all the leaves, fruits, and flowers, whether ripe or green, should fall to the ground. This proclamation was no sooner {197} issued than men began to yield to death: But before Yhamen was killed, only the old were deprived of life, and now people of all ages are summoned indiscriminately."--PICART. _Two forms inseparable in unity,_ _Hath Yamen._--XXIII. p. 120. The _Dharma-Raja_, or king of justice, has two countenances; one is mild and full of benevolence; those alone who abound with virtue see it. He holds a court of justice, where are many assistants, among whom are many just and pious kings: _Chitragupta_ acts as chief secretary. These holy men determine what is _dharma_ and _adharma_, just and unjust. His (_Dharma-Raja's_) servant is called _Carmala_: he brings the righteous on celestial cars, which go of themselves, whenever holy men are to be brought in, according to the directions of the _Dharma-Raja_, who is the sovereign of the _Pitris_. This is called his _divine countenance_, and the righteous alone do see it. His other _countenance_, or _form_, is called _Yama_; this the wicked alone can see: It has large teeth and a monstrous body, _Yama_ is the lord of _Patala_; there he orders some to be beaten, some to be cut to pieces, some to be devoured by monsters, &c. His servant is called _Cashmala_, who, with ropes round their necks, drags the wicked over rugged {198} paths, and throws them headlong into hell. He is unmerciful, and hard is his heart: every body trembles at the sight of him.--WILFORD. _Asiatic Researches_. _Black of aspect, red of eye._--XXIII. p. 120. Punishment is the Magistrate; Punishment is the Inspirer of Terror; Punishment is the Defender from Calamity; Punishment is the Guardian of those that sleep; Punishment, with a black aspect and a red eye, tempts the guilty.--HALHED's _Gentoo Code_, ch. xxi. sect. 8. _Azyoruca._--XXIII. p. 121. In Patala (or the infernal regions) resides the sovereign Queen of the Nagas, (large snakes, or dragons:) she is beautiful, and her name is Asyoruca. There, in a cave, she performed Taparya with such rigorous austerity, that fire sprang from her body, and formed numerous agnitiraths (places of sacred fire) in Patala. These fires, forcing their way through the earth, waters, and mountains, formed various openings or mouths, called from thence the flaming mouths, or juala muihi. By Samudr, (Oceanus,) a daughter was born unto her, called Rama-Devi. She is most beautiful; she is Lacshmi; and her name is Asyotcarsha, or Asyotcrishta. Like a jewel she remains concealed in the ocean.--WILFORD. _Asiat. Res_. {199} _He came in all his might and majesty._--XXIV. p, 124. What is this to the coming of Seeva, as given us by Mr. Maurice, from the Seeva Paurana? "In the place of the right wheel blazed the Sun, in the place of the left was the Moon; instead of the brazen nails and bolts, which firmly held the ponderous wheels, were distributed Bramans on the right hand, and Reyshees on the left; in lieu of the canopy on the top of the chariot was overspread the vault of Heaven; the counterpoise of the wheels was on the east and west, and the four Semordres were instead of the cushions and bolsters; the four Vedas were placed as the horses of the chariot, and Saraswaty was for the bell; the piece of wood by which the horses are driven was the three-lettered Mantra, while Brama himself was the charioteer, and the Nacshatras and stars were distributed about it by way of ornaments. Sumaru was in the place of a bow, the serpent Seschanaga was stationed as the string, Veeshnu instead of an arrow, and fire was constituted its point. Ganges and other rivers were appointed its precursors; and the setting out of the chariot, with its appendages and furniture, one would affirm to be the year of twelve months gracefully moving forwards. "When Seeva, with his numerous troops and prodigious {200} army, was mounted, Brama drove so furiously, that thought itself, which, in its rapid career, compasses Heaven and Earth, could not keep pace with it. By the motion of the chariot Heaven and Earth were put into a tremor; and, as the Earth was not able to bear up under this burthen, the Cow of the Earth, Kam-deva, took upon itself to support the weight. Seeva went with intention to destroy Treepoor; and the multitude of Devatas and Reyshees and Apsaras who waited on his stirrup, opening their mouths, in transports of joy and praise, exclaimed, Jaya! Jaya! so that Parvati, not being able to bear his absence, set out to accompany Seeva, and, in an instant, was up with him; while the light which brightened on his countenance, on the arrival of Parvati, surpassed all imagination and description. The Genii of the eight regions, armed with all kinds of weapons, but particularly with _agnyastra_, or fire-darts, like moving mountains, advanced in front of the army; and Eendra and other Devetas, some of them mounted on elephants, some on horses, others on chariots, or on camels or buffaloes, were stationed on each side, while all the other order of Devetas, to the amount of some lacs, formed the centre. The Munietuvaras, with long hair on their heads, like Saniassis, holding their staves in their hands, danced as they went along; the Syddhyas, who revolve about {201} the heavens, opening their mouths in praise of Seeva, rained flowers upon his head; and the vaulted heaven, which is like an inverted goblet, being appointed in the place of a drum, exalted his dignity by its majestic resounding." Throughout the Hindoo fables there is the constant mistake of bulk for sublimity. _By the attribute of Deity_ _----self-multiplied_ _The dreadful One appeared on every side._--XXIV. p. 124. This more than polypus power was once exerted by Krishna, on a curious occasion. It happened in _Dwarka_, a splendid city built by _Viswa-karma_, by command of _Krishna_, on the sea-shore, in the province of _Gazerat_, that his musical associate, _Nareda_, had no wife or substitute; and he hinted to his friend the decency of sparing him one from his long catalogue of ladies. _Krishna_ generously told him to win and wear any one he chose, not immediately in requisition for himself. _Nareda_ accordingly went wooing to one house, but found his master there; to a second--he was again forestalled; a third, the same; to a fourth, fifth, the same: in fine, after the round of sixteen thousand of these domiciliary visits, he was still forced to sigh and {202} keep single; for _Krishna_ was in every house, variously employed, and so domesticated, that each lady congratulated herself on her exclusive and uninterrupted possession of the ardent deity.--MOOR's _Hindu Pantheon_, p. 204. Eight of the chief gods have each their _sacti_, or energy, proceeding from them, differing from them in sex, but in every other respect exactly like them, with the same form, the same decorations, the same weapons, and the same vehicle.--_Asiat. Res_. 8vo, edit. vol. viii. p. 68. 82. The manner in which this divine power is displayed by Kehama, in his combat with Yamen, will remind some readers of the Irishman, who brought in four prisoners, and being asked how he had taken them, replied, he had surrounded them. _The Amreeta,_ _or_ _Drink of Immortality._--XXIV. p. 129. Mr Wilkins has given the genuine history of this liquor, which was produced by churning the sea with a mountain. "There is a fair and stately mountain, and its name is _Meroo_, a most exalted mass of glory, reflecting the sunny {203} rays from the splendid surface of its gilded horns. It is clothed in gold, and is the respected haunt of _Dews_ and _Gandharvas_. It is inconceivable, and not to be encompassed by sinful man; and it is guarded by dreadful serpents. Many celestial medicinal plants adorn its sides; and it stands, piercing the heaven with its aspiring summit, a mighty hill, inaccessible even by the human mind. It is adorned with trees and pleasant streams, and resoundeth with the delightful songs of various birds. "The _Soors_, and all the glorious hosts of heaven, having ascended to the summit of this lofty mountain, sparkling with precious gems, and for eternal ages raised, were sitting in solemn synod, meditating the discovery of the _Amreeta_, the Water of Immortality. The _Dew Narayan_ being also there, spoke unto _Brahma_, whilst the _Soors_ were thus consulting together, and said, 'Let the Ocean, as a pot of milk, be churned by the united labour of the _Soors_ and _Asoors_; and when the mighty waters have been stirred up, the _Amreeta_ shall be found. Let them collect together every medicinal herb, and every precious thing, and let them stir the Ocean, and they shall discover the _Amreeta_.' "There is also another mighty mountain, whose name is _Mandar_, and its rocky summits are like towering {204} clouds. It is clothed in a net of the entangled tendrils of the twining creeper, and resoundeth with the harmony of various birds. Innumerable savage beasts infest its borders; and it is the respected haunt of _Kennars_, _Dews_, and _Apsars_. It standeth eleven thousand _Yojan_ above the earth, and eleven thousand more below its surface. "As the united bands of _Dews_ were unable to remove this mountain, they went before _Veeshnoo_, who was sitting with _Brahma_, and addressed them in these words: 'Exert, O masters! your most superior wisdom to remove the mountain _Mandar_, and employ your utmost power for our good.' "_Veeshnoo_ and _Brahma_ having said, 'it shall be according to your wish,' he with the lotus eye directed the King of Serpents to appear; and Ananta arose, and was instructed in that work by Brahma, and commanded by _Narayan_ to perform it. Then _Ananta_, by his power, took up that king of mountains, together with all its forests and every inhabitant thereof; and the _Soors_ accompanied him into the presence of the Ocean, whom they addressed, saying, 'We will stir up thy waters to obtain the _Amreeta_,' And the Lord of the Waters replied, 'Let me also have a share, seeing I am to bear the violent agitation that will be caused by the whirling of the {205} mountain!' Then the _Soors_ and _Asoors_ spoke unto _Koorna-raj_, the King of the Tortoises, upon the strand of the Ocean, and said, 'My lord is able to be the supporter of this mountain.' The Tortoise replied, 'Be it so;' and it was placed upon his back. "So the mountain being set upon the back of the Tortoise, _Eendra_ began to whirl it about as it were a machine. The mountain _Mandar_ served as a churn, and the serpent _Vasoakee_ for the rope; and thus in former days did the _Dews_, and _Asoors_, and the _Danoos_, begin to stir up the waters of the ocean for the discovery of the _Amreeta_. "The mighty _Asoors_ were employed on the side of the serpent's head, whilst all the _Soors_ assembled about his tail. _Ananta_, that sovereign _Dew_, stood near _Narayan_. "They now pull forth the serpent's head repeatedly, and as often let it go; whilst there issued from his mouth, thus violently drawing to and fro by the _Soors_ and _Asoors_, a continual stream of fire and smoke and wind, which ascending in thick clouds, replete with lightning, it began to rain down upon the heavenly bands, who were already fatigued with their labour; whilst a shower of flowers was shaken from the top of the mountain, covering the heads of all, both _Soors_ and {206} _Asoors_. In the mean time the roaring of the ocean, whilst violently agitated with the whirling of the mountain _Mandar_ by the _Soors_ and _Asoors_, was like the bellowing of a mighty cloud. Thousands of the various productions of the waters were torn to pieces by the mountain, and confounded with the briny flood; and every specific being of the deep, and all the inhabitants of the great abyss which is below the earth, were annihilated; whilst, from the violent agitation of the mountain, the forest trees were dashed against each other, and precipitated from its utmost height, with all the birds thereon; from whose violent confrication a raging fire was produced, involving the whole mountain with smoke and flame, as with a dark-blue cloud, and the lightning's vivid flash. The lion and the retreating elephant are overtaken by the devouring flames, and every vital being, and every specific thing, are consumed in the general conflagration. "The raging flames, thus spreading destruction on all sides, were at length quenched by a shower of cloud-borne water, poured down by the immortal Eendra. And now a heterogeneous stream of the concocted juices of various trees and plants ran down into the briny flood. "It was from this milk-like stream of juices, produced {207} from those trees and plants and a mixture of melted gold, that the _Soors_ obtained their immortality. "The waters of the Ocean now being assimilated with those juices, were converted into milk, and from that milk a kind of butter was presently produced; when the heavenly bands went again into the presence of _Brahma_, the granter of boons, and addressed him, saying, 'Except _Narayan_, every other _Soor_ and _Asoor_ is fatigued with his labour, and still the _Amreeta_ doth not appear; wherefore the churning of the Ocean is at a stand.' Then _Brahma_ said unto _Narayan_, 'Endue them with recruited strength, for thou art their support.' And _Narayan_ answered and said, 'I will give fresh vigour to such as co-operate in the work. Let _Mandar_ be whirled about, and the bed of the ocean be kept steady.' "When they heard the words of _Narayan_, they all returned again to the work, and began to stir about with great force that butter of the ocean, when there presently arose from out the troubled deep, first the Moon, with a pleasing countenance, shining with ten thousand beams of gentle light; next followed _Sree_, the goddess of fortune, whose seat is the white lily of the waters; then _Soora-Devee_, the goddess of wine, and the white horse called _Oochisrava_. And after these there was produced from the unctuous mass the jewel _Kowstoobh_, that glorious {208} sparkling gem worn by Narayan on his breast; also _Pareejat_, the tree of plenty, and _Soorabhee_, the cow that granted every heart's desire. "The moon, _Soora-Devee_, the goddess of _Sree_, and the Horse, as swift as thought, instantly marched away towards the _Dews_, keeping in the path of the Sun. "Then the _Dew Dhanwantaree_, in human shape, came forth, holding in his hand a white vessel filled with the immortal juice _Amreeta_. When the _Asoors_ beheld these wondrous things appear, they raised their tumultuous voices for the _Amreeta_, and each of them clamorously exclaimed, 'This of right is mine.' "In the mean time _Travat_, a mighty elephant, arose, now kept by the god of thunder; and as they continued to churn the ocean more than enough, that deadly poison issued from its bed, burning like a raging fire, whose dreadful fumes in a moment spread throughout the world, confounding the three regions of the universe with the mortal stench, until _Seev_, at the word of _Brahma_, swallowed the fatal drug, to save mankind; which, remaining in the throat of that sovereign _Dew_ of magic form, from that time he hath been called _Neel-Kant_, because his throat was stained blue. "When the _Asoors_ beheld this miraculous deed, they {209} became desperate, and the _Amreeta_ and the goddess _Sree_ became the source of endless hatred. "Then _Narayan_ assumed the character and person of _Moheenee Maya_, the power of enchantment, in a female form of wonderful beauty, and stood before the _Asoors_, whose minds being fascinated by her presence, and deprived of reason, they seized the _Amreeta_, and gave it unto her. "The _Asoors_ now clothe themselves in costly armour, and, seizing their various weapons, rush on together to attack the _Soors_. In the mean time _Narayan_, in the female form, having obtained the _Amreeta_ from the hands of their leader, the hosts of _Soors_, during the tumult and confusion of the _Asoors_, drank of the living water. "And it so fell out, that whilst the _Soors_ were quenching their thirst for immortality, _Rahoo_, an _Asoor_, assumed the form of a _Soor_, and began to drink also: And the water had but reached his throat, when the Sun and Moon, in friendship to the _Soors_, discovered the deceit; and instantly _Narayan_ cut off his head as he was drinking, with his splendid weapon _Chakra_. And the gigantic head of the _Asoor_, emblem of a mountain's summit, being thus separated from his body by the _Chakra's_ edge, bounded into the heavens with a dreadful cry, whilst his ponderous trunk fell, cleaving the ground asunder, and {210} shaking the whole earth unto its foundation, with all its islands, rocks, and forests: And from that time the head of Rahoo resolved an eternal enmity, and continueth, even unto this day, at times to seize upon the Sun and Moon. "Now Narayan, having quitted the female figure he had assumed, began to disturb the _Asoors_ with sundry celestial weapons: and from that instant a dreadful battle was commenced, on the ocean's briny strand, between the _Asoors_ and the _Soors_. Innumerable sharp and missile weapons were hurled, and thousands of piercing darts and battle-axes fell on all sides. The _Asoors_ vomit blood from the wounds of the _Chakra_, and fall upon the ground pierced by the sword, the spear, and spiked club. Heads, glittering with polished gold, divided by the _Pattees'_ blade, drop incessantly; and mangled bodies, wallowing in their gore, lay like fragments of mighty rocks, sparkling with gems and precious ores. Millions of sighs and groans arise on every side; and the sun is overcast with blood, as they clash their arms, and wound each other with their dreadful instruments of destruction. "Now the battle is fought with the iron-spiked club, and, as they close, with clenched fist; and the din of war ascendeth to the heavens. They cry 'Pursue! {211} strike! fell to the ground!' so that a horrid and tumultuous noise is heard on all sides. "In the midst of this dreadful hurry and confusion of the fight, _Nar_ and _Narayan_ entered the field together. _Narayan_, beholding a celestial bow in the hand of _Nar_, it reminded him of his _Chakra_, the destroyer of the _Asoors_. The faithful weapon, by name _Soodarsan_, ready at the mind's call, flew down from heaven with direct and refulgent speed, beautiful, yet terrible to behold: And being arrived, glowing like the sacrificial flame, and spreading terror around, _Narayan_, with his right arm formed like the elephantine trunk, hurled forth the ponderous orb, the speedy messenger and glorious ruin of hostile towns; who, raging like the final all-destroying fire, shot bounding with desolating force, killing thousands of the _Asoors_ in his rapid flight, burning and involving, like the lambent flame, and cutting down all that would oppose him. Anon he climbeth the heavens, and now again darteth into the field like a _Peesach_, to feast in blood. "Now the dauntless _Asoors_ strive, with repeated strength, to crush the _Soors_ with rocks and mountains, which, hurled in vast numbers into the heavens, appeared like scattered clouds, and fell, with all the trees thereon, in millions of fear-exciting torrents, striking {212} violently against each other with a mighty noise; and in their fall the earth, with all its fields and forests, is driven from its foundation: they thunder furiously at each other as they roll along the field, and spend their strength in mutual conflict. "Now _Nar_, seeing the _Soors_ overwhelmed with fear, filled up the path to Heaven with showers of golden-headed arrows, and split the mountain summits with his unerring shafts; and the _Asoors_ finding themselves again sore pressed by the _Soors_, precipitately flee; some rush headlong into the briny waters of the ocean, and others hide themselves within the bowels of the earth. "The rage of the glorious _Chakra_, _Soodarsan_, which for a while burnt like the oil-fed fire, now grew cool, and he retired into the heavens from whence he came. And the _Soors_ having obtained the victory, the mountain _Mandar_ was carried back to its former station with great respect, whilst the waters also retired, filling the firmament and the heavens with their dreadful roarings. "The _Soors_ guarded the _Amreeta_ with great care, and rejoiced exceedingly because of their success. And _Eendra_, with all his immortal bands, gave the water of life into _Narayan_, to keep it for their use."--MAHABHARAT. Amrita, or Immortal, is, according to Sir William {213} Jones, the name which the mythologists of Tibet apply to a celestial tree, bearing ambrosial fruit, and adjoining to four vast rocks, from which as many sacred rivers derive their several streams. END OF VOLUME SECOND. FOOTNOTES. [30] Properly _Teica_, an ornament of gold placed above the nose. [31] Pendents. [32] _Seita Cund_, or the _Pool of Seita_, the wife of Rani, is the name given to the wonderful spring at Mangeir, with boiling water, of exquisite clearness and purity. [33] Her tears, when she was made captive by the giant _Rawan_. [34] A small mirror worn in a ring. [35] Bracelets. [36] The inscription runs thus: Εἰμι ἐκεῖνος ἰχθὸς ταύτη λίμνη παντοπρωτος ἐπιτεθεὶς διὰ τῦ κοσμητῦ φεδηρίκυ β τὰς χεῖρας εν τὴ έ. ἡμερα τῦ Ὁκτωζρίυ. α.σ.λ. This pike was taken about Hailprun, the imperial city of Suevia, in the year 1497.--GESNER. END OF FOOTNOTES. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Curse of Kehama, Volume 2 (of 2), by Robert Southey *** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CURSE OF KEHAMA, VOLUME 2 *** ***** This file should be named 55459-0.txt or 55459-0.zip ***** This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: http://www.gutenberg.org/5/5/4/5/55459/ Produced by David Thomas Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will be renamed. 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