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this day. The fashion of the year is determined by that carriage which is most generally admired in this promenade. Α procession of greater magnificence is not to be seen in Europe; the carriages proceed in three or four rows, close beside or behind each other; the pleasure consists in seeing and being seen, and after some hours spent in this manner, every one hastens home satisfied and delighted.

Driving in sledges is another leading diversion amongst the great and fashion able. The sledges in use in this amusement are at once extremely simple and elegant, they are in the shape of shells. gondolas, swans, eagles, &c. They are universally drawn by a pair of horses, one being harnessed in the shafts, aud another on the other side of the shaft. The art is to keep the shaft-horse in a trot, and the other in a gallop; the interest consists, of course, in the dexterity and in the rapidity. These sledges often drive in a race against each other; the horses are very fleet, and the banks and river are usually lined with spectators.

have instituted one or more of these coffeehouses, but they are so litue in conformity with the manners of the people, that they meet with little encouragement.

The manners of the lower orders are unfortunately not in that state of refinement which has been described in many authors who have written on the state of Russia. Notwithstanding all the efforts of Catharine, who certainly promoted the growth of Russia upwards of a century, and pushed it forwards from barbarism into civilization, the Russians of the lower order still remain in the lowest possible condi tion of barbarism. An eminent instance of this is related by a recent traveller.The Russian peasantry who have sons, marry them at an early age to some blooming girl of the same village, then dispatch them to Petersburgh to make their fortune; during this absence they live with the wives of their sons, and beget children by them. The son, returning in a few years, finds a progeny by his own parent, whom he very patiently educates as his own. In his turn he follows the same example.

The Russians indeed of all classes, and The promiscuous bathing which we have more particularly perhaps the great and mentioned is another proof of the same fashionable, are peculiarly fond of water kind of barbarism. The Empress Cathaparties. On the shores of the Neva in-rine prohibited this at Petersburgh, but it numerable boats are always plying; they still remains at Moscow. are infinitely more elegant than those we are accustomed to see in London; every nobleman and gentleman, moreover, has his own barge, which is carved and gilded with the greatest possible magnificence. The rowers are all dressed in an elegant uniform; they are celebrated for their dexterity in the use and practise of their oars. The rowers, moreover, usually sing a song in chorus, and as the tunes are gay and simple, nothing can add more to the general tone of the animation which characterises the scene.

The Russians are the most hospitable people in the world; to be a stranger is to be entitled to every act of kindness; hence a stranger well recommended in Petersburgh has very little need of the expences of the table; he is immediately admitted from one to every successive party, and may pass his life in an unintermitting round of visits.

This hospitality, in fact, characterises the Russians, as much as the general polite. ness pervading every rank characterises the French. The Russians of all classes hail the visit of a friend as a holiday; cer

We have already had occasion to mention that the Russians are not fond of pub-tain days of the year are set aside for this lic assemblies; Petersburgh, therefore, has interchange of hospitality, and the welcome one distinction above every other capital of the old feudal times is renewed in the in Europe. There are no coffee-houses hall of a Russian Count. and taverns as in London, none at least for the use of the Russians. A Russian never thinks of dining at a tavern when he has a house and family at home. Of late years it is said that the French emigrants

Though many of the splendours of fa shionable life have obtained admittance in the Russian empire, nothing of what may be termed fashionable foppery, fashionable frivolity, has as yet contaminated the

original purity of Russian manners. They still retain all the hardihood of the north; they still retain their characteristic virtues and vices. A concert of the French or English stamp would be a phenomenon in a Russian assembly. The ladies are as far,

on their part, from those fashionable extravagancies which characterize the belles of England and France; unfortunately it cannot be said that they are equally far from a fashionable profligacy of manners.



As by the name of your Magazine you ought to have a good acquaintance with the fashionable world, and with the changes which it undergoes, I wish you briefly to answer me some short questions; but which you will better understand when I lay some circumstances before you.

me, and tells others, that if I were to hear Catalani I should never attempt to sing again. She passed the room the other day whilst I was singing her former favourite song, "'Twas within a mile of Edinborough town," and I heard her say to my brother who was with her, "Will that Phill never have done squalling." If in the midst of my work I insensibly slip into a tune, she I am naturally, Sir, a girl of very ani- stops her ears without ceremony, and asks mated spirits, of a disposition always gay, me crossly if I mean to murder her. She and therefore undoubtedly sometimes in has got, moreover, several outlandish want of a check. I have, moreover, a very words which she occasionally throws in good natural voice, and have hitherto been my face to jeer me; the other night I hapmuch admired in the narrow circle of our || pened to cough so as to drown my tune, village. When my mother and sisters when she clapped her hands, and cried were at work they would desire me to sing, Bravo! Encora! Now, Sir, though these and in obeying them I would partly forget may seem trifles to you, it is not so to me my own labour, and perhaps render theirs or my family; it has much disquieted the the easier. When any party of friends, harmless satisfaction which I used to feel moreover, made us a friendly visit, one por- at contributing so much to the pleasure of tion of their entertainment was to hear me my father and mother; it has likewise sing. In this harmless amusement of my-much disturbed our general good temper self and friends, and in the innocent satisfaction which resulted from the praises which I received, I was as happy as the day was long. This happiness, Sir, has now passed away. About two months since an aunt whom I have at Bath invited my sister Kitty to come and pass a month with her. Kitty went, and has returned; and here, Sir, is the cause of all my uneasiness. There could not possibly be a more good natured girl than sister Hetty when she went to Bath; she had a good colour, good health, good humour, much affection for me, and a ready obedience for her parents; she was all open, candid, and na-sands, if the greater excellence of one in tural, had nothing affected about her, and delighted as much as the others to hear me sing. How miserably changed is she since she left us; she talks about nothing but Catalani, and if I begin a song, tell:

and family union, for my mother has two or three times turned my sister out of the 100m, and my father always takes my part and d-ns Catalani with some bitterness.

Now, Sir, as your Magazine is taken in our family, I wish you briefly to inform my sister, that it is neither within the course of sense or manners to suffer her idle affectation to encroach on the peace of the family; and that it is not reasonable that every one should cease to sing, because they cannot sing as well as Catalani. There would soon be an end of all the variety in the world, and of the amusement of thou

any art or accomplishment was necessarily to destroy all relish for a less degree of talent or ability in another. In London you have actors and actresses of all merit, and you very liberally hear them all, and,

give to each his due; Catalani cannot be every where, and is all amusement to cease in London because Catalani is in Bath? A few words to this effect, in better language, and more like a sermon, would do much good to sister Kitty, for she has great good nature at heart when she is not possessed by Catalani and the spirit of affectation. Ah, Sir! if fathers and mo- | thers could well understand what is the effect of a cursory visit to places of pleasure like London and Bath on young minds, they would not so easily give their consent to every foolish invitation which is given to their daughters. Sister Kitty sleeps with me,—I will say nothing more at present, than that she is not the same girl that she was; she talks sometimes very strangely, and frequently instead of reminding me of my prayers, as she used to do, falls asleep, and forgets them herself. The other night when we had been cut dancing, we both fell asleep without saying them; I awoke

about two in the morning, and remembering the omission waked my sister after much difficulty; she was in a dreadful passion, and absolutely beat me. Now, Sir, this is all Bath.

I will not make my letter too long, and therefore will only take another line to thank you for the music in your Magazines; perhaps if your tunes were more soft, more in the tone of love and melancholy, they would more generally please. I was in town about three years ago, when I remember hearing in the theatres a very sweet song and tune:

"My mother bids me bind my hair,
"With wreathes of rosy hue,
"Tie up my arms with ribbous rare,

"And lace my boddice blue."

I have neither been able to procure the tune or words of this song; perhaps if you were to give it in your Magazine, you might oblige more than,-Yours,




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HULKEM withdrew, and Ibrahim was called in. "Ibrahim," said the caliph sternly, "the first act of injustice which you commit will cost you your life. Let this be publicly proclaimed in Bagdad and without delay send Helim's wife to me." Ibrahim was struck mute, trembling like an aspen leaf; and in a few minutes Hulkem had the satisfaction of quitting Bagdad, with Helim's happy wife.

After two days journey he arrived with her at his house, where Helim and Hulkem's daughter were sitting under the shade of the palm trees, enjoying the cool breezes of the evening.

owe me no obligation; for I am the happiest
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be got ready, and dismissed them with heart-

During this recital Hassan sat mute with his eyes fixed upon the ground; he beheld with down the checks of the happy couple; he was secret envy the tears of gratitude which flowed seized with rage at the encomiums of Hulkem's generosity, which flowed from the lips of Helim and his lovely wife. Wretch that I am, thought Hassan, I shall never become renowned whilst Hulkem lives! "Is Hulkem old?" abruptly questioned he his guests. "God preserve the life of the good old man; he is already eighty years old. God bless him for bis generosity and humanity."

unkindly; for they spoke of nothing but HulHassan dismissed his friends coldly, almost

"The great prophet has assistance for every unfortunate sufferer!" said Hulkem, trembling with joy, then removing the veil from the face of the happy woman, speechless with rapture, he gave her to Helim's bosom. The happy couple were so overpowered with joy,kem. Perhaps, thought he, when Hulkem is that they did not even take the least notice of the beneficent old man, who contemplated the beautiful scene with heavenly pleasure. At length, as they were going to throw them-bribes by presents. selves at Hulkem's feet, he embraced them, while tears of sympathy gushed from his eyes, and exclaimed: "I am indebted to you; you


by himself, a close observer may discover faults in the old man, which are overlooked by the unfortunate wretches whom he flatters and

Hassan had a friend, whom long intimacy, habit, similarity of sentiments, and Hassan's love and generosity, had united to him by the

strongest bonds. Hassan requested this friend to go to Hulkem, to watch his steps, and to inform him of the result of his observations. His friend complied with his request, and wheu Hassan, after the lapse of some months, informed him by a letter that he wished for his return, his friend, in answer, wrote him the following passage, extracted from the Koran : "Man, when you live under the roof of an honest man, theu do not break down the protecting asylum, for thou livest in the presence of the godhead. I live with Hulkem; I love him, and shall deem myself happy, if he will cast a look of friendship on me. Hassan, 1 must cease calling thee my friend; for thou dost not love Hulkem. Thy good actions are like chaff, which is scattered by the air, but Hulkem's deeds are like pure gold. Happy the mortal who gathers it."-Hassan's friend continued with Hulkem.

Whilst Hassan beld this letter in his hands, the redness of wrath suffused hs cheeks :— "Shut the gates!" cried he to his slaves: "a fool only would be hospitable and generous any longer" He now shunned all society, preferring the gloomy solitude of the palmgrove. "The old man," exclaimed he in furious accents," has robbed me of my fame, my friend, and my happiness. He, who makes others happy, has rendered me wretched. Unhappy me!" His hand instinctively grasped the hilt of his dagger.

His gates were shut; no traveller was permitted to rest in the shade of his palm-trees; and Hassan's appearance was like that of a person agitated by an horrid dream. "He has robbed me of the happiness of my life; his blood shall atone for the injury. I shall not rob him of any thing but a few paltry moments, and, perhaps, again renew the source of generosity in my callous heart! Hulkem

shall die!"

Hassau concealed a dagger in his bosom, and went in disguise to Hulkem's house. Whilst on the road, he met with none but happy people, who sang hymns in praise of Hulkem, their generous benefactor. His own name was not mentioned. Hassan's fary grew more violent every moment he seated himself on a bench near Hulkem's mansion: a slave offered him refreshments, but Hassan declined to accept them, enquiring of the slave where Huikem was? "He is not often here," replied the slave kindly, "but he will be here to-morrow."

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time, plucked a flower, and scattered its leaves about, till at last he mechanically approached, by a serpentine walk, a small cottage, eucircled by fragrant lime-trees. He there descried a girl sitting on the turf, not far from the cottage, with a book in her hand. He was screened from her view by lofty rose-bushes near the spot where she was sitting her face was concealed by a slight veil, whose transparency afforded him a glimpse of her lovely countenance. Hassan stood motionless as a statue, contemplating the charming maid. His wrath had subsided, and his fury was subdued. He stepped nearer; the rose-bushes rustled; the maiden raised her beautiful and sparkling eyes, and descried Hassan; she threw down the roll of parchment, and run to meet the enraptured Hassan.

"You are a stranger," said she to Hassan, with a voice as sweet as the notes of a lute, and blushing with the most enchanting modesty; "will you step into the cottage? You come

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"From Hulkem's mansion."

"You are welcome," resumed the maiden, smiling, "to whatever our humble cottage || can afford."

"Your cottage contains more than all the wealth in Hulkem's possessiou could procure." "You are very kind. But will you not step in ?"

Why may we not continue on this spot, the abode of every thing that can be called amiable?"

"Do as you chuse. My father is not at home; you must be my guest."

The girl went into the cottage, and soon returned with dates and melons, figs and sweet oranges, milk and water, and placed her simple viands before Hassan, who could not refrain from gazing at her lovely and inuocent countenance whilst she offered him the choicest fruits.

Hassan, seeing a late lay on the ground, requested the maiden to play to him. She took up the lute, and played to Hassan in a style which affected the inmost fibres of his heart. His rapture was unspeakable, and he could not help exclaiming in strains of warmest enthusiam,-" Incomparable, most accomplished of women!"

The maid blushed at Hassan's applause, making a shake on the lute which must have broken the string, had not Hassan reininded her of the injury the instrument might receive. Hassau rose, and withdrawing into the palm-She now requested him to sing, and he acgrove, rambled to a crystal rill absorbed in thought here he sat down on the turf, then got up, seated himself again, got up a second

companied the silver strains of her lute with a skill which drew expressions of rapture from her lips. Her hand dropped on her lap'; she

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listened, blushed, and listened again, and when Hassan had finished, his lips touched her hand, which he fervently pressed against his beart.-"Stranger," exclaimed the beauteous maid abruptly, and in confusion, "you sing uncommonly well!" "Who conld do any thing indifferently in your presence?" replied Hassan; and both gazed at each other for some moments, without being sensible of any thing but a palpitation of their hearts.

Hassan sat a long while in profound silence by the side of the charming maid, bis eyes expressing the ardour of his love. The maiden could not bear his scrutinizing looks, casting her eyes to the ground, whilst a crimson hue diffused itself ove her face. They both were silent; Hassan's hand gradually stole nearer that of his fair companion: she perceived it by a side glance; her hand shrunk, as if she were going to withdraw it, but she withdrew it


"Ah sweetest girl!" sighed Hassan, laying bis haud upon her's, when the hands of both || began visibly to tremble. The girl answered not, nor did she wi hidraw her hand: her bosom panted.

Thus they remained sitting till the sun de scended behind the palm-grove, when the maid suddenly exclaimed,-" My father!" upon which a cheerful old man stepped out of the bushes, and bastening towards the girl, kissed her brow with paternal tenderness. He then offered his band to Hassan, and having made him sit down again, enquired after his name. Hassan told him his name was Nadir.

"And what business has brought you hither, friend Nadir ?”

"I wish to convince myself whether Hulkem really be the best and most generous of men, which all travellers pronounce him to be."

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"Yes, yes, people believe he his,” replied the old man smiling; and, for ought I know, they may have reason to think so; but as for any self"

"What do you think of him?" interrupted Hassan eagerly.

“¡ frequently have reason to be dissatisfied with him."

"But do you know him sufficiently?" "As well as my owuseif; I have been his constant companion from his youth, and the sharer of all bis secrets."

“You then do not think that he is so wise, generous, and good, as he is reported to be?" "May the great prophet preserve me from entertaining that opinion of Hulkem."

"Heaven be praised!" rejoined Hassan with animation, clasping the old man to his heart, ||

"I too, old friend, have great reason to be dissatisfied with Hulkem."

The old man smiled with marks of placid contentment, squeezing the young man's hand: "Come with me to my cottage, we must become better acquainted with each other; I see by your flashing eyes that you love truth. Come along with me, my cottage and all that I have is at your service."

They went into the cottage.

The old man was no other person but Hul kem himself; he beckoned to his daughter not to discover his name, whilst they seated themselves upon a simple sofa, Zulima taking a seat opposite to them to listen to their con.


"Nadir," resumed Hulkem, laying hold of the young man's haud, "I like you, you may rely upon it that every thing I have is at your service. You will oblige me by considering all I have as your own. I may, perhaps, be able to atone to you for the injury you seem to have suffered by Hulkem."

"All that you have?" enquired Hassan timidly, casting a tender melancholy look on Zulima.

"Yes, all!" rejoined Hulkem.

"You have a daughter," said Hassan; Zulima alternately blushed and turned as pale as a lily.

“I have a daughter;” replied the old man kindly.

"And did you not say that all you have is to be mine? May I call your daughter mine?" "My daughter?" said Hulkem, smiling; surely that cannot be your meaning: say, do you not wish to obtain possession of her heart? But this is not mine so much as you might wish."

Zulima flew from her seat, throwing herself into her father's arms, and exclaimed with unaffected tenderness :—“ Who could possess more of my heart than the best of fathers?”

"The heart of my child!" replied Hulkem, but that young man sues for the heart of a mistress."

Hassan flung himself down at Zulima's feet, seizing her hand and pressing it to his lips.

"And what says my Zulima?" asked the father, whilst a tcar started from his eye, at the same time he laid hold of Zulima's hand, pres. sing it to his heart.

"My heart pleads for him," said Zulima, deeply blushing; “but I do not know him." "I am Hassan!" exclaimed the young man eagerly, forgetful of his disguise.

"Hassan!" repeated the father and bis daughter, seized with astonishment," the generous, beneficent Hassau !”—“ Ah my boding

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