Show and the emiobling conscicupues uf worth and all the liery eourse of the creative pasrions — these err not for me and I Alroy the long posterity of pacred kings and with' a soul that pant? for empire I stand hero extending my vain am for my lost Rceptre a most dishonored ' slave ! And do I still exist ? Exist ! ay merrily Hark!' Festivity holds her fair revel m d wadis Wo are gay these y waud yet ere yon proud sun whoso mighty course vvis stayed before our swords that now he even does not deign to shine upon : ere yon proud sun shall like n hero from a glorious 'held enter the bright pavilion of his rest there ' shall a deed be done “My fathers my heroic fathers if this feeble arm cannot redeem thv heritage if the foul boar must still wallow in thy sweet vineyard Israel at least I’ll not disgrace ye No ! let me perish- !The house of David is no more : no more our sacred seed shall lmk and linger like a blighted thing in this degenerate earth Jf we cannot flourish why then avcTI die I” “ O ! say not so ny brother!” A voice broke on the air so soft so sweet so wildly musical— it sounded like a holy bell upon a summer day a holy bell that culls to prayer and stills each fierce emotion And softly kneeling at his side heboid a female fount Her fcce is hid her lips are pressed against the hand she gently Aud qow she raises up her head steals and waits w ith tender patience for a glance from one who seldom smiles y “ O ! say not so my brother!” He turns he gazes on a face beauteous as a starry night — a starry night in those fair clime? where not a cloud is marked in heaven where all below on earth’s so swept mid all above in air so still that every passion melts away and life seems but a: fragrant dream 1 too have wandered in those lands an dr earned ’’mid Jordan’s vocal bowers Ah! could the nightingale that sang to Syria’s rose now sing to me I’d give the fame of coming years to listen to that lav ' i lie turns he gazes and bo bends liis heart is full his voice is low MAh' Miriam! thou queller of dark spirits ! is it thou ? Why art thou here ?” N“ Why am I here ? Are you not here ? and need I urge a stronger plea ? O ! brother dear 1 pray you come and mingle in our festival ! Our walls are hung with flowers you love I culled them by the fountain’s side the holy lamps are trimmed-anset and you must raise their earliestflaine Without the gatemyiAai- dens t wait to offer von of state Then brother dear I pray you come nd mingle in our festival” “ Why should we feast ?” Ah ! is it not in thy dear name these lamps are lit — thesui garlands hung ? To—” y to us a prince is given day ' “ A prince without a kingdom” “ Hut not without that which makes 'kingdoms precious and which full many af royal heart has sighed for — willing sub- jects David”' “ Slaves' Miriam “ What we are my brother our God has willed and let us bow and tremble!’ i A ' 1 will not! cannot tremble” “IIusli David hush Tt was this haughty spirit that called the vengeance of the Lord upon us’ “ It was this haughty spirit that Canaan” e “ 3! liiy brother my dear dear brother! they told me the dark spirit bad fallen-othee and I came ahd hoped iky Miriam might have charmed it What fellow-slave- ! - -- 8 GERTRUDE VON DER WERT ' we have been Alroy is a bright dream mil vs hut we may be at least as bright a hype aud for whet we are thou art In thy love I lind present my brother felicity and value more thy chance embraces and thy scanty smiles than all the vanished splendor of our race our gorgeous gardens1 and our glittering halls” “ Who waits without there?’ “Caleb” “Caleb?” “ My lord” ''v ' ' '' “ Go tell my uncle I presently will join the banquet Leave me a moment dearest I’ll soon bo with thee' Nay dry these tears my life or let me stop them with a soft kiss” “ O ! Alroy they are not tears of sor- row!” “ God be with thee angel! faro thee well though but for a moment Thou art the charm and consolation of my life ’ Farewell farewell “I do observe the influence of women very potent over me ’Tis not of such stall that they0 make heroes I know not love save that pure a tied ion that does subsist between me and this girl — an orphan and my sister Wo are so alike that when last Passover in mimicry she twined my turban round her graceful head our uncle called her David “The daughters of my tribe they please though they are passing fair Were our sons as brave as they are beaume not tiful we still might dance on Zion Yet have I oiten thought that I could pillow this “ moody brew upon some snowy bosom that were my own and dwell in the wilderness far from the sight and ken of man andalltlie care and toil and wretchedness that groan an sweat and sigh about me I might haply lose this deep sensation of o’orvs helming woe that broods No matter — life is but upon my being a dream and mine must be a dull one” CHAPTER II Without the gates of Ilamadan a very short distance from tke city was an en- closed piece of elevated ground in Hie centre of which rose an ancient sepulchre the traditionary tomb of Esther and MordecaL This solemn and solitary spot was an accustomed haunt of Alroy and thither escaping from the banquet about an hour before sunset lie this day repaired As he unlocked the massy gate of the burial-place lie heard behind him the trampling of a horse andbe fore be had again seemed the entrance some to him lie looked up and recognized the youthful and voluptuous Alschiroch the governor of the city and brother of the sultan of the JSeljuks He was attended only by a single running footman an Arab a do tested favorite and ‘notorious minister of bis pleasures “ Dog !” exclaimed the irritated “art thou deaf or obstinate ? or both ! Are we to call twice to our slaves ? Unlock that gate!!’ " “ Wherefore ?” inquired Alroy “Wherefore! Hy the holy prophet Unlock he bandies questions witli us that ’gate or lire head shall answer for u Iw “Who art thou” inquired Alroy Art thou souk? “ whosevoice is so loud ? holiday Turk who hast traurgressed the orders of thy prophet and drunken aught but water? Go to or I will summon thee before thy cadi” and so saying lie turned j towards the tomb “ Hy the eyes of my mother tlie dog 'jeers us Hut that we are already late aud this horse is like an untamed tiger I would impale him on the spot Speak to the dogMustapha! - manage him!” Hebrew” said silky Mustn-ph- a advancing “ apparently you are not aware that this is our lord Alschiroch Ills highness would fain walk his horse of thy excelthrough thelent people as lie is obliged to repair' on urgent matters to a hoi' sail tor who sojourns on the other side of the hill and time presses” “ It this be our lord Alschiroch thou doubtless art his faithful slave Musta- -' ‘burial-groun- d ' 1 ha” “ I am indeed his poor slave then' voung master f What ' ?” “ Deem thyself lucky that the gated closed It was but yesterday thou didst inr-ulthe sister of a servant of my house 1 would not willingly sully my hand with such miserable blood as tlnnebut " away wretch away?” “ Holy prophet ! who is this dog?” exclaimed the astonished governor :Tis the young Alroy whispered Mustapha who had not at' flrst recogiiim he they call their prince— a nized most headstrong youth My lord we had better proceed’’ “ The young Alroy I mark him They must have a prince too! The Well lotus away — and young Alroy! dog!” shouted Alschiroch rising in hit Hirrups and shaking his hand with a threatening air “dog remember thy tribute !” Alroy rushed to the gate but theSnassy Jock was slow to open "and ere he could h succeed the liery steed had borne beyond pursuit Al&ch-iroc- (TO BE' GERTRUDE CONTINUED) V ON DE 11 - WERT v A lady seeing her husband broken on the wheel Ilrr hands Tore clasped her dark eye raised breeze blew back her hair to tlm fearful wheel she gazed All that she lo v ed vus there The The night was round her clear and cold The Holy Heaven above And pale tars watching to behold The might of earthly love f i ' i : if t “ And bid me not depart” she cried “ My Kudolpli say not so “ This is no thh to ipiit thy side Ttvee peace ! 1 cannot go' '? fm f have been with thee in thine hour Of glory and of bliss “ Trust you its memory’s living- power ‘‘ To strengthen methrough iiua” “1 And wero not these high words to From wmnau’s breaiiing heart? Through all that night oj bitterest Who bore her lotty part t " P flow i wo It fa d But Oh with such a glazing eye VV klrsiich a curdling cheek Love love of mortal tguny Thou only thou shoulds t speak in to q’lio wind rose high but with it rose llcr vuioti tiuit le miglit hear TercUaree that moment brought rcpoi To happy bosoms near r r Vriiilo she sat struggling with despair Beside his toriun d form And pouring her deep soul in prayer Forth on uie raging storm f She spread Iwr maivtle o’er his breast Mho outhed his lips in dew And on his cheeks such kisses pressed As hope and joy ne’er knew Iro Ut ' iro ' u 1 ! hat IfUr Oh lovely are ye hope and faith 1 - Hndunngto ibeiast She had her meed— one smile m ' doath And his worn spirit passed '7y y t iat t J And wliilo ’er a tnartvr’s grtvre ' v i She knelt on that sad spot She weeping blegiedtlpt Uxt" whq £TG' ' Strenjih to forsaku it uct ' I w :l ' n ' i t i t ! |