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with great beauty and pathos; and the whole story forms one of the most affecting and poetical incidents in the Shahnameh.
I wish it were in my power to gratify the reader with a translation of it, but I want both time and abilities for the task. I shall, how. ever, venture to present him with the version of a few lines, which Ferdusi puts into the mouth of Sohrab, immediately after he had received the fatal wound, describing the mode in which the two heroes discovered each other; the passage (in the original at least) is neither deficient in merit nor interest.
To find a father only known by name,
" Tahmina fair,
The plan of the proposed Tragedy, appears to have been frequently revised and corrected; the business of each act is detailed, but after all, it is too imperfect for publication. From the introduction of a chorus of Persian Sages or Magi, it may be inferred, that Sir William Jones proposed writing it, after the model of the Greek tragedy, and he certainly intended to observe a strict ad
herence to the costume of the age and country, in which the events of his Tragedy were supposed to have occurred.
The following Epode, is the only part of the composition sufficiently complete for the reader's perusal.
E POD E.
What pow'r, beyond all pow’r's elate,
I annex a fac-simile of the writing of Sir William Jones, and I close the volume with some lines on his death, written by her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire, and inserted at the particular request of Lady Jones.
Father and God og merey, que me
the seats: Send her from the
of quie me Wisdom, the afeitant of Roday heavéré, phom te reataftig greatnesi that the may be present with the labour with me
an teach me what i cceptable to Thee.
On tlie Death of Sir WILLIAM JONES.
Unbounded learning, thoughts by genius fram’d,
pen, Distinguish'd him, whom kindred sages nam’d,
“ The most enlighten'd of the sons of men*.” Upright through life, as in his death resign’d,
His actions spoke a pure and ardent breast; Faithful to God, and friendly to mankind,
His friends rever'd him, and his country bless’d.
Adinir'd and valued in a distant land,
His gentle manners all affection won ;
And Science mark'd him for her fav'rite son.
Regret and praise the general voice bestows,
And public sorrows with domestic blend ; But deeper yet must be the grief of those,
Who, while the sage they honour'd, lov’d the friend.
* Dr. Johnson.