water, and fit only for boarding-school misses. You will not regret me, because I am only the shadow. Markham was the substance. Adieu! adieu!" Markham bowed profoundly, and walked sorrowfully away; Winchester retired backward, with an impertinent reverence, as from the presence of majesty. Miss Linley sank on her sofa almost annihilated. Who can tell what an echo her heart gave back to the sound of their chariot-wheels! SONG. BY JOHN BIRD, ESQ. Give me the flowers that breathe Rich odours on the air: Oh who would twine a scentless wreath And give me hearts that glow Beneath their maiden mould Ah, what avails the fairest brow, When all within is cold! Give me the hand to wake The spirit of the lyre, Not coldly measured chords that make The form without the fire: And, give me, more than all, The answering pulse to prize The soul that soars from earthly thrall To commune with the skies! THE JOGHEE. AN INDIAN TRADITION. A JOGHEE is a devotee, or fanatic, who somewhat resembles a fakir, but with this distinction:-the former is of the religion of Brahma, the latter professes that of Mohammed. Any man, young or old, single or married, may become a Joghee; and the artful, the idle, the discontented, and the dissolute, arraying themselves in ragged and filthy garments, letting their beards grow long, and painting their faces in a singular manner, are those who are most frequently found under the habit of this pretender to sanctity. Many moons ago, moons not within the memory of the present generation, or of the past, or of the past before that, a Joghee took up his abode on the top of a hill, named—nay, but the name of that hill has escaped our memory, and our friends must be contented to learn that it was situated in the neighbourhood of Madras, somewhere within the circumference of one hundred miles round that presidency. This Joghee obtained an extraordinary reputation for sanctity: his touch only was sufficient to cure all diseases; at least, so he said; for, had he not first asserted it himself, nobody would have been aware that he possessed this wonderful property. Then, the people being credulous, and glad, moreover, to be healed at so easy a rate, flocked from all quarters to the pious man, to avail themselves of the benefit of his prayers and miraculous cures. After a while, the Joghee, who was clad, like the other members of his fraternity, in filthy rags, and lived in a sorry bamboo hut, on the summit of the hill, began to think that he must better his condition, in order that he might better the condition of his relations; since it was a crying sin that the father and mother, the brothers and sisters, and the aunts, the uncles, and the cousins, of so holy and far-famed an individual should suffer all the pains and penalties of indigence, whilst he revelled, or if he pleased might revel, in the fat of the land. When, therefore, he held his next levee on the hill, he brought out his chatties and other household vessels, desiring all who came to be touched or prayed for to put, as an offering to the gods, and as alms for the poor, a dumree, or a few cowries, into each. In this manner, it is almost needless to say, he collected, ere long, an immense sum. But, man is a discontented animal: ambition also comes as a snare even to the righteous; and our Joghee, uneasy under his prosperous circumstances, and inflated with a pride, rather of the flesh than of the spirit, bethought him that he would build a temple, marry, (or not, it was optional), and maintain as many conjeenas as the funds he had, and the funds he always intended to have, at his disposal would permit. Accordingly, he collected a great band of players on many instruments; such as were to be blown, touched, and beaten; and these musicians remained on the mountain, playing and making a tremendous noise, for one hundred and eighty and two days and a half, this being a mystic number. So devout and holy a proceeding brought from far and near a vast concourse of people; and, when the musicians ceased, the Joghee came forth from his hut. Loud acclamations hailed his appearance, which subsiding at length into silence, he thus addressed the assembly:— "My children, I have dreamt a dream, and in the visions of the night, Ganésa, the strengthener and increaser-Ganésa, who bears the pomegranate of fruitfulness in one hand, and in the other the lotus-leaf of strength-Ganésa, who wears an elephant's head on human shoulders-Ganésa, one of the bright incarnations of the lion-headed Krishna, hath appeared unto me.* His commands are, that I become the high * The Indian mythology is a delicate subject to handle, but a full account of the cause of Ganésa's Elephant's Head will be found in the "Brahma Vaivertta Purana," a work that treats of the manifestations of the Supreme Being in worldly forms, by the interposition of Krishna. Suffice it to observe that Ganésa, an avatar of Krishna, was the presumed son of Párvati and Siva. Sami, one of the gods who came to congratulate the supposed parents on his birth, had the curse of destroying whomsoever he gazed on, and, by a look, severed the child's head from its body. Vishnu replaced it with an elephant's head, the first he could lay hands on the real one was re-absorbed into Krishna. priest of his temple-that magnificent temple which I am to erect on this hill, to his honour; that I select as his priestesses two hundred of the most youthful and beautiful daughters of Hindustan, from whom shall proceed a race of priests worthy of their sire: and that I call upon each and every one to further the erection of Ganésa's temple, and the maintenance of its servants, by a ready donation of as large a portion of your worldly wealth as it is convenient to you to spare for this pious undertaking." So saying, the Joghee retreated into his hut, amidst the shevas of the credulous people; and, ere long, three lacs and a half of rupees, collected by voluntary contribution, bore testimony to the force of his appeal; or, as perhaps it were better expressed, to the magic of his song, addresses similar to the above being chanted in a sort of recitative. The temple was built, endowed, and dedicated to Ganésa. The artful Joghee, wealthy, arrogant, and despotic, officiated as the arch-priest; and the two hundred hapless maidens― but we willingly pass over in silence the monstrous abominations ever coincident with idolatry, merely alluding to the well-known fact that over them the miserable heathen of India know not how to cast the veil (flimsy though it be) of classic sentiment, elegance, and refinement. After a while, the promised priests, the worthy successors of their worthy sire, made their appearance in the temple of Ganésa; youthful, indeed, but on the |