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But soon, as by his dauntless might
The darksome wood he clear'd,
Of groves and lawns appear'dj
Soft from each shade the dulcet sound
Of warblers charm'd the ear,
That decks the various year;
Perfumes that scented ev'ry breeze
Soon through his senses stole,
Each impulse of his soul.
A tree, enrich'd with golden fruit,
Hung pendant o'er his head,
By some soft magic sped;
But as he lay, his arm's extent
He feebly stretch'd in vain;
Was much too high to gain:
But wonder seiz'd the startled knight,
And horror-struck he stood, When, from the wound, to chill his sight,
Distill'd fresh streams of blood. Nor less affright his bosom stirr'd, When from the tree a voice he heard—
"' Ah, me! Sir Knight," it, sighing, said,
"Your ever-conq'ring sword
Of her you once ador'd.
The madning phrensy of despair,
And now he tore his clothes, his hair,
Yet still fast flow'd the purple tide,
And fainter still the victim sigh'd.
The fatal weapon then he rais'd,
When, looking up, he saw, atnaz'd,
She twin'd around the bleeding wood,
And thus soon stay'd the flowing blood.
"Sir Knight," she said, "in this sad hour
Arganta's charms prevail;
But, if my grateful aid you prize,
Attend and act as I adyiae.
The form of this much-injur'd fair,
I'll keep from further harm,
Dissolve the potent charm.
Where many dangers wait,
From you expects her fate;
Fir'd with this dawning hope, the knight
Across the valley flew; But threat'ning clouds obscur'd the light,
As tow'rds the wood he drew; Yet nought disturb'd his dauntless breast,
And onwards to the task he press'd.
Now, sudden walls of burning fire
Rose up to stop his way,
Appear'd in grim array;
Then, sudden through the lurid air,
Save where the lightning's sulphurous glare
Yet, still undaunted, on he went,
Unalter'd in his fix'd intent.
But now the kind of peril chang'd,
The night was turn'd to day,
Appear'd to point the way;
Of vines and myrtles interlac'd,
The fragrant arbour grew;
Alternate met the view.
Idalia's ripen'd charms she wears,
And those her robe conceals,
Surpass what it reveals.
Lost with surprise, amaz'd, confus'd,
In wonder stood the knight,
His qnick enquiring sight,
Then, fierce, he drew his polish'd blade,
And at one vengeful stroke,
Which thus the magic broke:
The blooming Elda sudden stood
Close by Sir Albert's side,
Restor'd, his destin'd bride.
"Hail! spotless maiden, well-belov'd
By one of high renown,
That fortune's darkest frown
THE CELEBRATED LARGE DIAMOND.
"Glittering, precious stone!
What a great omnipotence hast thou,
When gold and titles buy thee? Dryden.
....during my residence in Astrakhan, I became acquainted with the heirs of the late Grigori Safarov Shai'rass, the Armenian, who sold the celebrated large diamond, which is now set in the imperial sceptre of Russia. The history of this diamond, which holds so distinguished a place among those of the first water,