It bids all present forms decay,
All present feelings fade away;
Impeding distance, long delay
Are o'er!

Fancy, so active in the gloom,
Till some one enters in the room,
Can all the images of home
Restore.

Alas! when weeks, and months are past,
Shall I that home behold at last,
Which even the dark clouds overcast
Endear?

Lest one of all the cares that dart
Like arrows round each thoughtful heart,
May pierce ere then some vital part
I fear!




XX.

_On reading in Savary's Travels the death of Ali Bey, who, it is
there represented, in the midst of enlightened and benevolent efforts
to benefit his country, was repeatedly betrayed, and at length taken
captive by his brother-in-law, whom he had advanced and loved, and