Whilst thou, Mohassan, (happy thou!)

Dost daily bend thy loyal brow

Before our King—our Asia's treasure!

Nutmeg of Comfort: Rose of Pleasure!—

And bearest as many kicks and bruises

As the said Rose and Nutmeg chooses;

Thy head still near the bowstring's borders.

And but left on till further orders—

Thro' London streets with turban fair,

And caftan floating to the air,

I saunter on, the admiration

Of this short-coated population—

This sewed-up race—this buttoned nation—

Who while they boast their laws so free

Leave not one limb at liberty,

But live with all their lordly speeches

The slaves of buttons and tight breeches.

  Yet tho' they thus their knee-pans fetter

(They're Christians and they know no better)

  In some things they're a thinking nation;

And on Religious Toleration.

I own I like their notions quite,

They are so Persian and so right!

You know our Sunnites,[2] hateful dogs!

Whom every pious Shiite flogs

Or longs to flog—'tis true, they pray

To God, but in an ill-bred way;

With neither arms nor legs nor faces

Stuck in their right, canonic places.[3]

'Tis true, they worship Ali's name—

Their heaven and ours are just the same—

(A Persian's Heaven is easily made,

'Tis but black eyes and lemonade.)

Yet tho' we've tried for centuries back—

We can't persuade this stubborn pack,

By bastinadoes, screws or nippers,

To wear the establisht pea-green slippers.[4]

Then, only think, the libertines!

They wash their toes—they comb their chins,

With many more such deadly sins;

And what's the worst, (tho' last I rank it)

Believe the Chapter of the Blanket!

  Yet spite of tenets so flagitious,

(Which must at bottom be seditious;

Since no man living would refuse

Green slippers but from treasonous views;

Nor wash his toes but with intent

To overturn the government,)—

Such is our mild and tolerant way,

We only curse them twice a day

(According to a Form that's set),

And, far from torturing, only let

All orthodox believers beat 'em,

And twitch their beards where'er they meet 'em.

  As to the rest, they're free to do

Whate'er their fancy prompts them to,

Provided they make nothing of it

Towards rank or honor, power or profit;

Which things we naturally expect,

Belong to US, the Establisht sect,

Who disbelieve (the Lord be thanked!)

The aforesaid Chapter of the Blanket.

The same mild views of Toleration

Inspire, I find, this buttoned nation,

Whose Papists (full as given to rogue,

And only Sunnites with a brogue)

Fare just as well, with all their fuss,

As rascal Sunnites do with us.

  The tender Gazel I enclose

Is for my love, my Syrian Rose—

Take it when night begins to fall,

And throw it o'er her mother's wall.

Rememberest thou the hour we past,—

That hour the happiest and the last?

Oh! not so sweet the Siha thorn

To summer bees at break of morn,

Not half so sweet, thro' dale and dell,

To Camels' ears the tinkling bell,

As is the soothing memory

Of that one precious hour to me.

How can we live, so far apart?

Oh! why not rather, heart to heart,

    United live and die—

Like those sweet birds, that fly together,

With feather always touching feather,

    Linkt by a hook and eye![5]

[1] I have made many inquiries about this Persian gentleman, but cannot satisfactorily ascertain who he is. From his notions of Religious Liberty, however, I conclude that he is an importation of Ministers; and he has arrived just in time to assist the Prince and Mr. Leckie in their new Oriental Plan of Reform.—See the second of these letters.—How Abdallah's epistle to Ispahan found its way into the Twopenny Post-Bag is more than I can pretend to account for.

[2] Sunnites and Shiites are the two leading sects into which the Mahometan world is divided; and they have gone on cursing and persecuting each other, without any intermission, for about eleven hundred years. The Sunni is the established sect in Turkey, and the Shia in Persia; and the differences between them turn chiefly upon those important points, which our pious friend Abdallah, is the true spirit of Shiite Ascendency, reprobates in this Letter.

[3] "In contradistinction to the Sounis, who in their prayers cross their hands on the lower part of the breasts, the Schiahs drop their arms in straight lines; and as the Sounis, at certain periods of the prayer, press their foreheads on the ground or carpet, the Schiahs," etc.—Forster's Voyage.

[4] "The Shiites wear green slippers, which the Sunnites consider as a great abomination."—Mariti.

[5] This will appear strange to an English reader, but it is literally translated from Abdallah's Persian, and the curious bird to which he alludes is the Juftak, of which I find the following account in Richardson:—"A sort of bird, that is said to have but one wing; on the opposite side to which the male has a hook and the female a ring, so that, when they fly, they are fastened together."