Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVII, No. 4, October 1850Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVII, No. 4, October 1850
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Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE.
VOL. XXXVII. October, 1850. NO. 4.
Table of Contents
Fiction, Literature and Articles
The Slave of the Pacha
Music
Pedro de Padilh
Edda Murray
Thomas Johnson
Early English Poets—George Herbert
Teal and Teal Shooting
The Fine Arts
Review of New Books
Poetry, Music and Fashion
A Night at The Black Sign
Sonnets: Suggested by Passages in the Life of
Christopher Columbus
To a Friend—with a Bunch of Roses
Spring Lilies
The Earth
Alone—Alone!
The Name of Wife
Sonnet.—The Olive.
Sin No More
Wordsworth
Inspiration. To Shirley.
Sonnets, On Pictures in the Huntington Gallery
Thinking of Minna
The Maiden’s Lament for Her Shipwrecked Lover
The Years of Love
Ah, Do Not Speak So Coldly
Le Follet
Transcriber’s Notes can be found at the end of this eBook.
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[Illustration: THE SLAVE OF THE PACHA.
Painted by W. Brown and Engraved expressly for Graham’s Magazine by J.
Brown]
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GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE.
VOL. XXXVII. PHILADELPHIA, OCTOBER, 1850. NO. 4.
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THE SLAVE OF THE PACHA.
A TALE OF ASIA MINOR.
FROM THE FRENCH OF SAINTINE.
I was botanizing lately in the woods of Luciennes, with one of my
friends, a distinguished Orientalist and renowned botanist, who had, a
few years since, traveled six thousand miles, and risked his life twenty
times, in order to obtain a handful of plants from the slopes of the
Taurus or the plains of Asia Minor. After we had wandered for some time
through the woods, gathering here and there some dry grass and orchis,
merely to renew an acquaintance with them, we lounged toward the
handsome village of Gressets and the delightful valley of Beauregard,
directing our steps toward a breakfast, which we hoped to find a little
further on, when, beneath an alley of lofty poplars, on the left of the
meadows of the Butard, we saw two persons, a man and a woman, both
young, approaching us.
My companion made a gesture of surprise at the sight of them.
“Do you know those persons?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Of what class, genus and species are they?” I used the words merely in
their botanical sense.
“Analyze, observe and divine,” replied my illustrious traveler.
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