Show I THE WONDROUS TALE grsrni foment slaves in the world7 ‘ Every one knows it7 ‘And do 3011 know I have taken a very great fancy to your new purchase who according to your account is eminently qualified for the post Why you don't agree with me! X doubt not ‘Why yes your highness would find him eminently qualified and few would things give me certainly greater pleasure than offering him for but I got into such your acceptance disgrace by that late affair of the Circassian tljat — ‘ 0 ! leave it to iqg leave it to me7 said the princess ‘ turnCertainly7 said tlje physician ‘ and when the ing the conversation jroung King of Karasme arrives at Bag-jtla- d )()u can offer him to his majesty as a present Delightful ! and the king is really handsome and young as well as brae but has he any taste ! You have enough for both’ ‘ Jf lie woqjd but make Avar against fhg Greeks ? Be‘You know they are Giapurs sides they might beat him and then I should have the pleasure of being taken prisoner7 ‘Delightful!7 ‘ - Charming ! to see Constantinople marry the emperor Marry the Emperor ‘ ‘Tube sure Of fall in love with me’ ! and 7 courso Jjo would ‘Of course’ ‘And then — and then I might conquer Paris Paris! ‘ You have been at Paris ’ ! 7 1 ‘ Yes7 The men are shut up there7 said the are they not? princess with a smile tle women do what they like ? ’ You Ayill always do what you like’ ' said Honiunr rising You are going ’ ‘My visits must not be tqo long’ Tijfpwell dear iloniaii ! ’ sah tho ‘You princess with a melancholy air are the only person who lias an idea iu all Bagdad and you leave me A lgiscr-abl- e lot is line to feel everything and be nothing These books and flowers' these sweet birds and this fair gazelle — ah ! poets 7ft ay feign as they please but how cheerfully would I resign all these elegant consolations of a captive life for one hour cf freedom I wrote some verses on myself yesterday take them and get them blazoned for me by tlje finest scribe ‘in the city letters of silver on a violet ground with a fine flowing border I leave the design to you Adieu! Come hither mute’ Alroy advanced to her beckon and knelt ‘There take tlfat rosary for thv master’s sake and those dark eyes of thine The companions withdrew and reached their boat iu silence It was sunset The musical and sonorrous voice of muezzin resounded from the innumerable minarets of the splendid city I Ionian drew back the curtains of the barque Bag lad rose before them in the huge masses of sumptuous dwellings amid seated An ingroves and gardens finite population summoned by the invigorating twilight poured firth in all directions The glovymg river was covered with sparkling caiques the glittering terraces with shovyy groups Splendour and power and luxury and beauty were arrayed before tjjym in their most captivating forms and tip? heart of Al-yrespomcd to their magnificence ‘ A gloriqus vision ! ’ j$j tlm prjqp j of aud te ‘V ferity 1 — nil Very different to ITiuuadaii’ said the ’ ' physician of the caliph ‘ To-day I have seen wonders ’ said Alroy ‘ ‘The world is opening to you’ said Honian r Alroy did not reply hut after some minutes he said in a hesitating voice ‘ Who ivns that iadv ? ’ ‘The Princess Schirene’ replied Honian ‘the favorite daughter of the caliph Her mother was a Georgian and a Giaour’ The moonlight fell upon the figure of Alroy lying on a couch his countenance He was motionwas hidden in his arm less but did not sleep lie rose and paced the chamber with sometimes be stopped agitated stops and gazed oil the pavement fixed in abstraction He mlyanoml to the window and cooled Jus feverish brow in the midnight air An hour passed away and the young prince of the captivity remained fixed in the same position Suddenly he turned flushed to a tripod of porphyry and seizing a rosary of jewels preyed it to his lips v ‘ The spirit qf my dreams she comes at last the form for which I have sighed and wept the form which rose upon my 'shut mv eves radiant vision’ when shadows of this against the jarring AA'orld glooiqy Q ‘ Schirene ! Sonirene! here in this solitude I pour to tlieo tle passion long stored up — the passion of irfy life no common life a life full of deep feeling ! and creative thought beautiful 0 more than beautiful for thou to me art as a dream unbroken — why art thou not mine why lose a moment in our glorious lives and balk our destiny of half its bliss ? ‘ Fool fool hast thou forgotten ? The rapture qf a prisoner in his cell whose wild fancy for a moment belies his fetters! The daughter of the caliph and a — Jew ! ‘ Give me my father’s sceptre ! ‘ A plague on talismans 0 ! I need no inspiration but her memory no magic but her name l’y heavens I’ll enter this glorious citv a conqueror or I’ll die is life for meditation ‘Why wl-amingles ever with rny passioiir-s-whwhat is life ! Throw accidents to tho dogs and teqr off the painted maJv of Here am I a ‘hero with false society a mind that can divise aU‘ tilings and a heart of superhuman during with youth with vigour with a glorious lineage with a form that lias inside many a lovely maiden qf our tribe droop her fitir head by¥ Hanmdun sweet fount and I am nothing ‘Out on society ’twas not lgaile for I’ll form my oTryn and be the deity me 1 sometimes feel ‘ We make our fortunes and vyo call them fate Thou saidest well Ifoniaii Most subtle Sadducee! The saintly and blood flowed in my fat hep’s veins Ipive an they did nothing but formed to wield a sceptre and I win one ‘I cannot doubt my triumph TriI am umph is a part of lpy existence born for glory as a tree is born tp bear The its fruit or to expand its flowers ‘Tb ijioughfc of aq4 ’tis ‘deed is done I’ll cpnfrqnt the greatest of wy doue ancestors and in hi tumb i 8 domed ijignty Soloiiion be wedded riiarnoh’s ijah! what a future dawns daughter upon my hepe An Qtujfli a choice pmen ! MeiyTcn u&l wrty jninltng to I p 93 OF ALROT i form my fortunes My mournful youth I have so often cursed I hail thee— thou wert a glorious preparation and ivlmn feeling no sympathy Avith the life around me I deemed myself a fool I find I Avas a most peculiar being By heavens I am joyful for the first time in my lift I am joyful I could laugh and fight and drink Iam new-bor- n I am another being 1 am mad ! ‘ 0 ! time great time the world belies thy fame It calls thee swift Mpv thinks thou art wondrous sloAAr Fly on great time and on tiy coming winga bear me my sceptre ! ‘ All is to be It is a lowering thought My fancy like a bright and wearied bird will sometimes flag and mil and then I am lust The Jailing King of Karasme a youthful hero ! Would ho had been Alsehirocli My heart is sick even at Alas ! my trials have not yet the name begun Jabaster wrrned me good sincere Jabaster ! His talisman presses on my frantic heart and seems to warn I am in danger Braggart to stand lqc flere tilling the careless air Avith idle Avhile all is accomplished Ayords I grow dull The young King of Karasme ! Why what am I compared to this mum prince? Nothing but in my thoughts In the full bazaar they Avoulii not deem jne worthy' even to hold his stirrup or iiis slipper— 0 ! this contest this constant bitter never-endin- g contest between my fortune and my fancy ! Why do I exist ? or if existing why am I not recognised as I would be I ‘ Sweet yoice that in Jahasfer’s distant cave descended from thy liolv homo above and whispered consolation breath© again ! Again breathe thy still surmnoiiR to my lonely ear and chase away tho Thoughts thoughts that hover round me dark and doubtful like fell birds of prey hovering round an expected liero’s fall and gloating on their triumph q’er the brave There is something fatal jn thesq crowded cities Faith flourishes in soli- - tule’ lie threw himself upon the couch and leaning down his head seemed lost in He started up and seizing meditation his tablets wrote upon them these — words : ‘ Honian I have been the Avliole night like David in the Ayildcrness ot Ziph but by the aid of tle Ford I have conI fly from tjfis dangerous city: quered upon his business which I have too much neglected Attempt not to discov- er me ami accept uiy gratitude’ (To be Continued) I Dici’nt Know What it Meaq IIo gayo me a knife one day at school Funrbluded the handle of pearl And great black words on Ihe wrapper said Ji’or the darlingetd little girl” I was glad O yes — yet the crimson blood Ti my young cheek came and went And mv heart thumped wondrously But I didn’t know what it meant i One night he said I must jump on his sled For the suow was falling fast I was half afraid but fie coaxed apd coaxed And he got me on at last Laughing and chatting jn merry glee To my home his course he bent And my sisters lookeffqt each othef and nailed But I didn’t knov’ Vlpit it mount Tho years passed 9n an e)' touched hii oy Wi'th a shade of jdeoper blue They gave to hi form a manlier graco— To hjs cheek a swarthier hue We slooj by the dreamily rippling brook Wlsn the day was almost spent His whkpers wore soft os tbp lullaby I yiW ft |