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Here, then, adieu! while yet some well-graced parts
You look on better actors, younger men :
And I have felt, and you have fann'd the flame!
O favour'd Land! renown'd for arts and arms, For manly talent, and for female charms, Could this full bosom prompt the sinking line, What fervent benedictions now were thine! But my last part is play'd, my knell is rung, When e'en your praise falls faltering from my tongue; And all that you can hear, or I can tell, Is-Friends and Patrons, hail, and FARE YOU WELL.
SEARCH AFTER HAPPINESS;'
THE QUEST OF SULTAUN SOLIMAUN.
WRITTEN IN 1817.
O, FOR a glance of that gay Muse's eye,
Given by the natives of that land canorous;
We Britons have the fear of shame before us, And, if not wise in mirth, at least must be decorous.
In the far eastern clime, no great while since,
'[First published in "The Sale Room, No. V.," February 1, 1817.]
The hint of the following tale is taken from La Camiscia Magica, a novel of Giam Battista Casti.
Whose ears received the same unvaried phrase,
This Solimaun, Serendib had in sway —
The isle laid down in Captain Sindbad's map,-
1 [See the Arabian Nights' Entertainments.]
(A sort of stimulant which hath its uses,
Or mazed, or dumb, hath Burton none so bad.'
1 [See Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy.]
Physicians soon arrived, sage, ware, and tried,
As e'er scrawl'd jargon in a darken'd room; With heedful glance the Sultaun's tongue they eyed, Peep'd in his bath, and God knows where beside, And then in solemn accent spoke their doom, "His majesty is very far from well." Then each to work with his specific fell: The Hakim Ibrahim instanter brought His unguent Mahazzim al Zerdukkaut, While Roompot, a practitioner more wily, Relied on his Munaskif al fillfily." More and yet more in deep array appear,
And some the front assail, and some the rear;
For these hard words see D'Herbelot, or the learned editor
of the Recipes of Avicenna. VOL. V.32
Their remedies to reinforce and vary,
Came surgeon eke, and eke apothecary;
Till the tired Monarch, though of words grown chary,
Then was the council call'd-by their advice, (They deem'd the matter ticklish all, and nice,
And sought to shift it off from their own shoulders,) Tartars and couriers in all speed were sent, To call a sort of Eastern Parliament
Of feudatory chieftains and freeholdersSuch have the Persians at this very day, My gallant Malcolm calls them couroultai ;I'm not prepared to show in this slight song That to Serendib the same forms belong,E'en let the learn'd go search, and tell me if I'm wrong.
The Omrahs, each with hand on scymitar,
Gave, like Sempronius, still their voice for war"The sabre of the Sultaun in its sheath
Too long has slept, nor own'd the work of death;
1 See Sir John Malcolm's admirable History of Persia.