Show TTIE PEEP tal blast bear her my dying words my blessing And ye too friends whose too neglected love I tiring of now farewell I Farewell my uncle farewell pleasant home and Hamadan’s serene and shadowy bowers! Farewell and the mighty lore of which thou wert the priest and I the pupil Thy talisman throbs on my faithful heart Green earth and golden sun and all the beautiful and glorious sights ye fondly lavish on unthinking man farewell farewell! I die in the desert ’tis bitter No more 0 never more the’ hopeful day shall break and its fresh breeze rise on its cheering wings of health and joy Heaven and earth water and air my chosen country and my antique creed farewell farewell! And thou too city of my soul I cannot name thee unseen Jerusalem — ” Amid the roar of the wind the bosom of the earth heaved and opened swift columns of sand sprang up to the lurid sky and hurried towards their victim With the clang of universal chaos impenetrable darkness descended on the desert ! ! PART Y “ Now our dreary way is o’er now the desert’s toil is past Soon the river broadly flowing through its green and palmy banks to our wearied limbs shall offer baths which caliphs cannot buy Allah-illa- h Allah-li- u Allah-illa- h Allah--liu- ” JO DAY— A LITERARY MAGAZINE plied Ali “ perchance a pilgrim from the mountains 'I ” “ Whatever he may he he is dead” answered the slave : “ 1 doubt not an accursed Giaour’ “ God is great” cxclasmeil Ali “he breathes1 the breast of the chieftain heaved” “’Twas the wind” said Abdallah “ ’Twas the sigh of a human heart” answered Ali Several pilgrims who were on foot had now’ gathered round the group “ I am a hakim” observed a dignified “ I will feel his Armenian pulse ’tis dull but it beats” “ There is but one God” exclaimed AH his prophet” re“And Mohammed-i“ You do not believe sponded Abdallah in him vou Armenian infidel” “ I am a hakim” replied the dignified “ Although an infidel God Armenian has granted me skill to cure true believers Worthy Ali believe the boy may yet live” “Hakim you shall count your own dirhems if lie breathe in my divan in Bagdad” answered Ali “ 1 have taken a fancy to the boy God has sent him to me He shall carry niv slippers” “ Give me a camel and 1 will save his life” “ We have none” said the servant “ Walk Abdallah” said the master “ Is a true believer to walk to save Master slipper- the life of a Kourd bearer shall answer for this if there be anv sweetness in the bastinado” mur- ? “ Blessed the man who now may bear a relic from our prophet’s tomb blessed tlieijan who now unfolds the treasures of a distant mart jewels of the dusky east and silks of farthest JSamarcand” Allah-li- u Allah-illa- h Allali-hu- ” ' “ Hum the sacred mosque shall greet with a reverence grave and low him the busy Bezestien shall welcome with confiding smile Holy merchant now receive the double triumph of thy toil Allah-illa- h Allah-li- u Allah-illa- h Allah-hu- ” “ The camel jibs Abdallah! See there is something in the track” “Bv the liolv stone a dead man Poor devil ! One should never make a pilgrimage on foot I hate your humble piety Prick the beast and lie will pass the corpse” “ The prophet preaches charity Abdallah Ho has favoured my enterprise and I will practise his precept See if lie be utterly dead” It was the Mecca caravan returning to Bagdad The pilgrims were within a and day’s journey of the Euphrates!1 welcomed their approach to fertile earth with a triumphant chorus Far as the eye could reach the long line of their straggling procession stretched across the wilderness thousands of camels in strings laden with bales of merchandise and each company headed by an animal of superior size leading with tinkling bells groups of horsemen clusters of litters all the pilgrims armed to their teeth the van formed a strong division of S eljukian cavalry nid the rear protected by a Kourdish clan who guaranteed the security of the pious travellers through their country Abdallah was the favourite slave of the charitable merchaut Ali In obedience to bis master’s orders he unwillingly descended from his camel and examined the body of the apparently lifeless Alroy “A lvourd by his dress” exclaimed Abdallah with a sneer “ what does lie lime T’ U is not the face of a Kourd” re mured Abdallah The Armenian blooded Alrov the blood flowed slowlv but surelv The his eyes prince of the captivity opened “ There is but one God!” exclaimed Ali “ The evil eye fall on him !” muttered Abdallah The Armenian took a cordial from his vest and poured down his patient’s throat The blood flowed more freelv “ He will live worthy merchant” said the physician “And Mohammed is his prophet” continued Ali “ By the stone of Mecca I believe it is a Jew” shouted Abdallah “ThWJog ! exclaimed Ali ‘Puh ! ” said a negro slave drawing baefe with disgust “""He will die” said the Christian physician not even binding up the vein “And be damned” said Abdallah jumping again oil his camel The party rode on the caravan proA Kourd ish horseman galloped ceeded forward He curbed his shied as he passed Alroy bleeding to death “ What accursed slave has wounded one of my clan ? The Kourd jumped off his horse slip of his blue shirt stripped oil stanched the wound and carried the Alroy to the rear The desert ceased the caravan entered upon avast but fruitful plain In the extreme distance might be detected along undulating line of palm trees The vanguard gave a shout shook their tall lances in the air and rattled their cimetw in rude chorus against their small round iron shields All eyes sparkled all lignds were raised all voices sounded save those that wore breathless from overpowering joy After mouths wandering in the sultry wilderness they beheld the groat Euphrates Broad and fresh and magnificent and serene the mighty waters rolled through the beautiful and fertile earth A vital breeze rose J'rom their bosom Every being responded to their genial influence The sick were cured the desponding became sanguine the healthy and lighthearted broke into shouts of laughter jumped from their camels and embraced the fragrant earth or wild in their renovated strength galloped over the plain and threw tlieir wanton jerreeds in the air as if to show their suffering and labour had not deprived them of that skill and strength without which it were vain again to enter tho haunts of their less adventurous brethren The caravan halted on the banks of the broad river glowing in the cool sunset The camp was pitched the plain glittered with tents Tho camels falling ou their knees crouched in groups tho merchandise piled up in masses by their sides The unharnessed horses rushed neighing about the plain tossing tlieir glad heads' and rolling in the unaccustomed pasture Spreading tlieir mats and kneeling towards Mecca the pilgrims performed tlieir evening orisons Neveiwas thanksgiving more sincere some rushed into the river They arose some lighted lamps some pounded coffee Troops of smiling villagers arrived with fresh provisions eager to prey upon such light hearts and Jieavy purses It was one of those occasions when tkt accustomed gravity of the orient jisap- pears Long through the night tho sounds of music and the shunts of laughter were heard ou tho bunks of that starry river long through the night you might have listened with enchantment tm the wild tales of the ntorier or gazed with fascination ou the wilder gesture s’of the dancing girls (TO 15E CONTINUED) §?jOd£ J dbnrn GEMS FROM THE BEST AUTHOR! ' BREAK break On thy cold gray stones oh I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me Oli well for the fisherman's hoy That Vie shouts with his sister in play t ' Oh well for ihc sailor lad Tbt lio sings iu liis boat on the bay Ari the stately ships go on ' ' To their haven under the hill 13ut oli for the touch of a vanished hand And the souud of a voice that is still Break break break At the foot of thy crags oh sea But the tender grace of a day that is' dead' Will never come back to me BREAK BREAK Break break f A WIFE’ HEART Come rest in this bosom my own stricken dear Jflio’ the herd have lied from thee thy homei f Here still here still is the smile that no cloud can o'prcjist And a heart and a hand all thy owu to fjie last Oh lwhat was Jove made for if tis not the same Thro’ joy and thro’ torment thru’ glory and shame ? I kuov not 1 ask I but know that 1 Thou hast culled bliss not if guilt’s ii that love thee whatever me thy angel in heart thou moments art of And thy aijgel I’ll he ’mid the horrors of this !— Thro’ pie furnace unshrinking thy steps to per sue And shield tlice or save tliee or perish them too Moure THE NEEDED BREStfJsCE And peasant girls with dopp blue eyes And hands which otter parly flowers ' Walk smiling o’er this paradise Above the frequent feudal towers Though green leuves lift tlieir walls of gray-An- d l many a rock which steeply lours And noble arch in proud decay Look o’er the vale of vintage-bower- s But one thing wants these banks of Jihine-Thy gentle hand to clasp in udno ! ‘ Byron's 1 Cfulde Iaru'd ' |