an illness brought on by the painful excitement he had suffered; but
the two brothers of the deceased, and a few of his most intimate
friends, followed the body to Hampstead,[3] where some of the
gentlemen residing there, who had known Constable, voluntarily joined
the procession in the churchyard. The vault which contained the
remains of his wife was opened, he was laid by her side, and the
inscription which he had placed on the tablet over it,

'Eheu! quam tenui e filo pendet
_Quidquid in vita maxime arridet!_'

might will be applied to the loss his family and friends had now
sustained. The funeral service was read by one of those friends, the
Rev. T. J. Judkin, whose tears fell fast on the book as he stood by
the tomb."

MAHMOOD THE GHAZAVIDE.[4]

BY B. SIMMONS.

I.

Hail to the morn that reigneth
Where KAFF,[5] since time began
Allah's eternal sentinel,
Keeps watch upon the Sun;
And through the realms of heaven,
From his cold dwelling-place,
Beholds the bright Archangel
For ever face to face!
KAFF smiles--the loosen'd morning
On Asia is unfurl'd!
Sind[6] flashes free, and rolls a sea
Of amber down the world!
Lo! how the purple thickets
And arbours of Cashmere
Beneath the kindling lustre
A rosier radiance wear!
Hail to the mighty Morning
That, odorously cool,
Comes down the nutmeg-gardens
And plum-groves of Cabool!
Cold 'mid the dawn, o'er GHAZNA,
The rivall'd moon retires;
As on the city spread below,
Far through the sky's transparent glow,
A hundred gold-roof'd temples throw
Their crescents' sparkling fires.

II.

The Imam's cry in Ghazna
Has died upon the air,
And day's great life begins to throng
Each stately street and square.
The loose-robed turban'd merchants--
The fur-clad mountaineers--
The chiefs' brocaded elephants--
The Kurdmans' group of spears--
Grave men beneath the awning
Of every gay bazar
Ranging their costly merchandise,
Shawl, gem, and glittering jar--
The outworn files arriving
Of some vast Caravan,
With dusky men and camels tall,
Before the crowded khan;--
All that fills kingly cities
With traffic, wealth, and din,
Resounds, imperial Ghazna,
This morn thy walls within.

III.

All praise to the First Sultan,
MAHMOOD THE GHAZNAVIDE!