In the perusal of the Irish literature, we see that the strength of this conservative instinct has been of the greatest service in the preservation of the early monuments in their purity. So much is this the case, that in many tales the most flagrant contradictions appear, the author or scribe being unwilling to depart at all from that which he found handed down. For instance, in the “Great Breach of Murthemney,” we find Laeg at one moment killed, and in the next riding black Shanglan off the field. From this conservatism and careful following of authority, and the littera scripta, or word once spoken, I conclude that the distance in time between the prose tale and the metrical originals was very great, and, unless under such exceptional circumstances as the revolution caused by the introduction of Christianity, could not have been brought about within hundreds of years. Moreover, this same conservatism would have caused the tales concerning heroes to grow very slowly once they were actually formed. All the noteworthy events of the hero’s life and his characteristics must have formed the original of the tales concerning him, which would have been composed during his life, or not long after his death.

The literary history, as I conceive it, is an account of one strand, so to speak, in a very complex tissue: it is connected with the intellectual and social development; it represents movements of thought which may sometimes check and be sometimes propitious to the existing forms of art; it is the utterance of a class which may represent, or fail to represent, the main national movement; it is affected more or less directly by all manner of religious, political, social, and economical changes; and it is dependent upon the occurrence of individual genius for which we cannot even profess to account. I propose to take the history of English literature in the eighteenth century. I do not aim at originality: I take for granted the ordinary critical judgments upon the great writers of whom so much has been said by judges certainly more competent than myself, and shall recall the same facts both of ordinary history and of the history of thought. What I hope is, that by bringing familiar facts together I may be able to bring out the nature of the connection between them; and, little as I can say that will be at all new, to illustrate one point of view, which, as I believe, it is desirable that literary histories should take into account more distinctly than they have generally done.

Aşkın gücünü yüzyıllar öncesinden günümüze taşıyan bir mensur hikâye…

Zengin bir devlet adamının oğlu olan Meyyâl ile esir pazarında satılan cariye Şehnâz’ın engellerle sınanan aşklarının hikâyesi…

Gülünden ayrı düşmüş bülbül gibi, gönlü sevgilinin ayrılığıyla incinen Meyyâl ve döktüğü gözyaşları için ayıplanan Şehnâz… Oysa aşk yalnızca “aşkın boyun eğdirdiği kimselerce bilinebilir”.

Ve yalnızca aşkın gücü, gönül yaralarına vuslat merhemi olabilir. Aşkı istemek yetmez, kavuşmak için ayrılmayı da göze alabilmeli insan. Sevda ateşiyle yanan gerçek âşıklar, küle dönseler de birbirlerine verdikleri sözden dönmezler. Sabâ rüzgârına sevdiğini soran Meyyâl’den habersiz, Şehnâz’ın aşkının kasırgası dünyayı titretir.

Süslü nesrin güzel bir örneği olan Hikâye-i Meyyâl ü Şehnâz, aşkı anlamlı kılan sabır, vefa, sadakat, fedakârlık gibi duyguları da öne çıkararak günümüz insanına bu değerleri tekrar hatırlatmaktadır. O hâlde hikâye başlasın:

Kıssa-hânân-ı bezmgâh-ı hikâyet ve dâstân-serâyân-ı tarabhâne-i rivâyet bu güne şem‘-i efrûz-ı ahbâr ve bu vech ile mecâlis-pîrây-ı ûli’l-ebsâr olurlar ki Bagdâd-ı behişt-âbâd kibârından bir pîr-i nîkû-kâr ü devlet-şi‘âr var idi…