The concluding lines she sang in a marked voice there was no mistaking, and I doubt if they did not thrill to the heart's core of more than one listener.

that denoted anything but sleep. The poor girl's face alternated from a scowl of withering hatred to a plaintive expression of heartbroken disappointment. Doubtless she was The moon had now fairly risen, and sil- thinking "the last, last hope is dying, and vered the trees and shrubs in the harem gar- the wild bird is not coming to the rose." den with her light, leaving however dense Ali Mesrour gazed on her he loved. If masses of shade athwart the smooth lawn ever there was a trying situation, it was his and under the walls of the building. Cy--to see her even now in the very embrace of press and cedar quivered in her beams. Not his enemy-so near, yet so apart. Few men a breath of air stirred the feathery leaves of could have enough preserved their self-comthe tall acacia, with its glistening stem; and mand not to betray even by the workings of d the swelling ripple of the Bosphorus plashed the countenance what a storm of feelings must drowsily against the marble steps. All was be wasting the heart; yet the Beloochee peace and silence and repose. Far enough moved not a muscle; his profile, turned tooff to elude observation, yet within hail, lay wards me, was calm and grim as that of a our caïque, poised buoyantly on the waters, statue. Once only the right hand crept and cutting with its dark outline right stealthily towards his dagger, but the next athwart a glittering pathway as of molten moment he was again as still as death. The gold. Close under the harem window, con- Pasha whispered something in the girl's ear, cealed by the thick foliage of a broad-leaved and a gleam of wild delight sparkled on her creeper, Ali Mesrour and myself crouched, face as she listened. She rose cheerfully, left silent and anxious, scarce daring to breathe, the room with rapid, springing step, and recounting with sickening eagerness the pre- turned almost immediately with a flask under cious moments that were fleeting by so tedi- her arm, and a huge goblet set with precious! ous yet so soon past. Twenty paces further stones in her hand. Papoosh Pasha, true off, under a dark group of cypresses lay Rops-believer and faithful servant of the Prophet, ley and Manners ready for action the latter it needs not the aid of a metal-covered cork, with his hand in his bosom caressing the trusty revolver by which he set such store. Everything had as yet gone off prosperously. We had landed noiselessly and unobserved. The garden gate, thanks to woman's foresight and woman's cunning, had been left open. The sentry on guard, like all other Turkish sentries when not before an enemy, had lain down, enveloped in his great coat, with his musket by his side, and was snoring as only a true son of Osman can snore after a bellyful of pilaff. If his lord would but follow his example, it might be done; yet "Drink, my child," says the old hypocrite, never was old man so restless, so ill at ease," drink of the liquid such as the houris are so wakefully disposed as seemed Papoosh Pa- keeping in Paradise for the souls of true believers; drink and fear not-it is lawful. Allah Kerim!"

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secured with wire, to enable us to guess at the contents of that Frankish flask. No sherbet of roses is poured into your brimming goblet-no harmless, unfermented liquid, flavored with cinnamon or other lawful condiment; but the creaming flood of amber colored champagne whirls up to its very margin, and the Pasha's eye brightens with satisfaction as he stretches forth his hand to grasp its taper stem. Cunning and careful though, even in his debauches, he proffers the cup to Zuleika ere he tastes.

Zuleika wets her lips on the edge, and hands the cup to her lord, who drains it to the dregs, and sets it down with a sigh of intense satisfaction.

We could see right into the apartment, and the rich soft lamplight brought out in full relief the faces and figures of its two occupants. Zuleika sat with her feet gathered under her on the divan: one hand still held the lute; the other was unwillingly con- "It is lawful," he continues, wiping his signed to the caresses of her lord. The old moustaches. It is not forbidden by the blessed man's head reclined against her bosom; his Prophet. Wine indeed is prohibited to parted lips betokened rest and enjoyment; the true believer, but the Prophet knew not his eyes were half closed, yet there was a the flavor of champagne, and had he tasted gleam of vigilant malice upon his features it he would have enjoined his servants to

drink it four times a day. Fill again, Zulei- | me from place to place, overheard my converka, oh my soul! Fill again! There is but sation, and watched all those to whom I one Allah!"

spoke. He had crouched under the sentry>The girl needs no second bidding; once box at the door of Messirie's Hotel, had and again she fills to the brim; once and tracked us at a safe distance down to the very again the Pasha drains the tempting draught; water's edge, and had seen us embark on and now the little twinkling eye dims, the our mysterious expedition. With the cuncherry-stick falls from the opening fingers, ning of his race, he guessed at once our the Pasha's head sinks upon Zuleika's bosom, object, and determined to frustrate it. Unand at last he is asleep. Gently, tenderly, able, I conclude, at that late hour to get a like a mother soothing a child, she hushes caïque, he had hastened by land to his mashim to his rest. Stealthily, slowly she trans- tea's house, and, as the event turned out, had fers his head from her own breast to the em- arrived in time to overthrow all our plans. broidered cushions. Dexterously, noiselessly He was followed in his turn by my faithful she extricates herself from his embrace. A Bold, who when so preremptorily ordered to low whistle, scarcely perceptible, reaches her leave us, had been convinced there was someear from the garden, and calls the blood into thing in the wind, and accordingly transferred her cheek; and yet, a very woman even now, his attentions to the figure that had been his she turns to take one last look at him whom object of distrust the livelong day. How he she is leaving for ever. A cool air steals in worried and tore at him, and refused to refrom the window, and plays upon the sleep-linquish his hold. Alas! alas! it was too er's open neck and throat. She draws a late-too late! shawl carefully, nay, caressingly, around him. Brute, tyrant, enemy though he is, yet there have been moments when he was kindly and indulgent towards her, for she was his favorite; and she will not leave him in anger at the last. Fatal delay! mistaken tenderness! true woman! always influenced by her feelings at the wrong time! What did that moment's weakness cost us all? She had crossed the room-we were ready to receive herher foot was on the very window-sill; another moment and she would have been in Ali's arms, when a footstep was heard rapidly approaching up the street, a black figure came bounding over the garden wall, closely followed by a large English retriever, and shouting an alarm wildly at the top of his voice. As the confused sentry fired off his musket in the air; as the Pasha's guards and retainers woke and sprang to their arms; as the Beloochee glared wildly arouud him; as Ropsley, no longer uninterested, swore volubly in English, and Manners drew the revolver from his bosom, Bold, for the second time that day, pinned a tall negro slave by the throat, and rolling him over and over on the sward, made as though he would have worried him to death in the garden.

It was, however, too late; the alarm was given, and all was discovered. The man I had struck in the afternoon of that very day had dogged me ever since, in hopes of an opportunity to revenge himself. He had followed

The Pasha sprang like a lion from his lair. At the same instant, Ali Mesrour and myself bounded lightly through the open window into the apartment. Zuleika flung herself with a loud shriek into her lover's arms. Manners and Ropsley came crowding in behind us, the former's revolver gleaming ominously in the light. The Pasha was surrounded by his enemies, but he never faltered for an instant, Hurrying feet and the clash of arms resounded along the passages; lights were already twinkling in the garden; aid was at hand, and, Turk, tyrant, voluptuary though he was, he lacked not the courage, the promptitude which aids itself. At a glance he must have recognized Ali; or it might have been but the instinct of his nation which bid him defend his women. Quick as thought, he seized a pistol that hung above his couch, and discharged it point blank at the Belochee's body. The bullet sped past Zuleika's head and lodged deep in her lover's bosom. At the same instant that Ropsley, always cool and collected in an emergency, dashed down both the lamps, Ali's body lurched heavily into my arms, and poor Zuleika fell senseless on the floor.

The next moment a glare of light filled the apartment. Crowds of slaves, black and white, all armed to the teeth, rushed in to the rescue. The Pasha, perfectly composed, ordered them to seize and make us prisonors. Encumbered by the Beloochee's weight, and

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outnumbered ten to one, we were put to it to He reared himself in the boat, and supmake good our retreat, and ere we could ported by my arm, which was wound round close round her and carry her off, two stout his body, made shift to sit upright and look negroes had borne the still senseless Zuleika about him, wildly, dreamily, as one who looks through the open doorway into the inner for the last time. Effendi," he gasped, chambers of the palace. Placing the Beloo- pressing my hand, "Effendi, it is destiny. chee between myself and Ropsley, we backed The good mare-she is my brother's! O Zuleisurely into the garden, the poor fellow leika! Zuleika!" groaning heavily as we handed him through A strong shudder convulsed his frame, his the casement, and so made our way, still jaw dropped, I thought he was gone, but he fronting the Pasha and his myrmidons, to- recovered consciousness once more, snatched wards our caïque, which at the first signal of wildly at his sword, which he half drew, and disturbance had been pulled rapidly in-shore. whispering faintly "turn me to the East! Manners covered our retreat with great There is but one Allah!" his limbs collapsed steadiness and gallantry, keeping the enemy-his head sunk upon my shoulder-and so at bay with his revolver, a weapon with he died.

which one and all showed much disinclination Row gently, brawny watermen, though to make further acquaintance. By this time your freight is indeed but the shell which shrieks of women pervaded the palace. The contained even now a gallant faithful spirit. blacks, too, jabbered and gesticulated with One short hour ago, who was so determined, considerable more energy than purpose, so brave, so sagacious as the Beloochee warhalf-a-dozen pistol-shots fired at random rior ? and where is he now? That is not Ali served to increase the general confusion, Mesrour whom you are wafting so sadly, so which even their lord's presence and authority were completely powerless to quell, and thus we were enabled to reach our boat, and shove off with our ghastly freight into the comparative safety of the Bosphorus.

smoothly towards the shore. Ali Mesrour is far away in space, in the material Paradise of your own creed, with its inexhaustible sherbets, and its cool gardens, and its dark-eyed maidens waving their green scarves to greet the long-expected lover; or to the unknown region, the shadowy spirit-land of a loftier. nobler faith, the mystical world on which Religion herself dare hardly speculate, where "the tree shall be known by its fruits,"

"He will never want a doctor more; " said Ropsley, in answer to an observation from Manners, as, turning down the edge of the Beloochee's jacket, he showed us the round livid mark that, to a practised eye, told too surely of the irremediable death-wound." where the wicked cease from troubling, and "Poor fellow, poor fellow," he added, "he is bleeding inwardly now, he will be dead before we reach the bridge.

Ali opened his eyes, and raising his head, looked round as though in search of some missing face

the weary are at rest."

So we carried him reverently and mournfully to the house he had occupied; and we laid him out in his warrior dress, with his arms by his side and his lance in his hand, and ere the morrow's sun was midway in the "Zuleika," he whispered, "Zuleika!" and heavens, the earth had closed over him in his sank back again with a piteous expression of last resting-place where the dark cypresses hopeless, helpless misery on his wan and are nodding and whispering over his tomb, The end was obviously and the breeze steals gently up from the cheeks seemed to have golden Bosphorus, smiling and radiant, few minutes, dark circles within a hundred paces of his grave.

ghastly features.

near at hand, his
fallen in the last
gathered round his eyes, his forehead was
damp and clammy, and there was a light
froth upon his ashy lips. Yet as death ap-
proached he seemed to recover strength and
consciousness, a true Mussulman, the grave
had for him but few terrors, and he had con-
fronted the grim monarch so often as not to
wince from him at last when really within his
grasp.

The good bay mare has never left my possession. For months she was restless and uncomfortable, neighing at every strange step, and refusing her food, as if she pined truly and faithfully for her master. He came not, and after a time she forgot him; and another hand fed and cared for her, and she grew sleek and fat and light-hearted. What would you? It is a world of change. Men

and women, friends and favorites, lovers, and trary to his religion and his practice, inebriated beloved, all must forget and float with the with strong drink, let out in his cups that, if stream and hurry on; if there be an excep- he dared, he could tell more than others tion-if some pale-eyed mourner, clinging to knew about the attack on the palace of the bank, yearns hopelessly for the irrevo- Papoosh Pasha, and its sequel. Influenced cable Past, what matter, so the stream can by a large bribe and intimidated by threats, eddy round him, and laugh and ripple by? he at length made the following statement: Let him alone! he is not one of us. God for-"That the evening after the attack, about

bid.

sundown, he was plying off the steps of Of Zuleika's fate I shudder to think. Papoosh Pasha's palace, that he was hailed Though I might well guess she could never by a negro guard, who bade him approach expect to be forgiven, it was long before the landing-place; that two other negroes surmise approached certainty, and even now then appeared, bearing between them a sack, I strive to hope against hope, to persuade carefully secured, and obviously containing myself that there may still be a chance. At something weighty; that they placed it careleast I am thankful Ali was spared the ghastly tidings that eventually came to my ears a tale that escaped the lips of a drunken caïgee, and in which I fear there is too much truth.

fully in the bottom of his caïque, and that more than once he distinctly saw it move; that they desired him to pull out into midstream, and when there, dropped the sack overboard; that it sunk immediately, but Of course the attack on the Pasha's palace that he fancied he heard a faint shriek as it created much scandal throughout Constanti- went down, and saw the bubbles plainly comnople; and equally of course a thousand ing up for several seconds at the place where rumors gained credence as to the origin and it disappeared; further, that the negro gave object of the disturbance. The English offi- him fifty piastres over his proper fare for th cers concerned received a hint that it would job, and that he himself had been uncomfortbe advisable to get out of the way as speedily able and troubled with bad dreams ever as possible; and I was compelled to absent since." myself for a time from my kind friend and Alas, poor Zuleika! there is but little hope patron, Omar Pasha. One person set the that you survived your lover four-and-twenty whole thing down as a drunken frolic; an- hours. The wild bird came, indeed, as he other voted it an attempt at burglary of the had promised, in the early morning, to the most ruffian-like description; and the Turks rose, but the wild-bird got his death-wound; themselves seemed inclined to resent it as a and the rose. I fear, lies many a fathom deep gratuitous insult to their prejudices and cus- in the clear, cold waters of the silent Bostoms. A stalwart caïgee, however, being, con- | phorus.

ENGLISH INNS.-Herbert, in his Priest to the Temple, writes:

"Whan he comes to his Inn, he refuseth not to join, that he may enlarge the Glory of God to the Company that he is in, by a due blessing of God for their safe arrival, and saying Grace at meat, and at going to bed by giving the host notice that he will have prayers in the hall, wishing him to inform his guests thereof, that if any be willing to partake, they may resort thither."-The Parson in Journey, chap.

"A CUP OF COLD WATER."-In one of the interior provinces of India, there is said to be a man who every morning goes to a distant trough standing by the roadside, and filling it with water, returns to his daily duties. The caravan passing that way call and slake their thirst-he never knows whom he blesses, and they never know their benefactor. He is satisfied that some weary pilgrims are refreshed by his kindness, but who they are it matters not. They will never return to reward him personally, but his reward is the consciousness of having done a generous act.

From Chamber's Journal.

man unconnected with any scientific body," MR. CROSSE, THE ELECTRICIAN. who had" actually made no less than twentyMR. ANDREW CROSSE was a Somersetshire four minerals and even crystalline quartz." gentleman, of moderate fortune, who devoted The audience regarded him with astonishhimself with extraordinary zeal to experiment, and their feelings were wound to a ments in electricity, and achieved a fame in high pitch when they heard himself relate that department of science. He died in 1855, his experiments and their results. He owned at the age of seventy-one, and his widow has to having made crystals of quartz and of published a biographical volume regarding arragonite, carbonates of lime, lead, and him, from which we learn that he was a man copper, besides more than twenty other artiof ardent temperament and of singularly ficial minerals. He considered it possible to upright and truthful nature, with much of make even the diamond, and expressed his that simplicity which so often is seen forming belief that every kind of mineral would yet an element of greatness. His old ancestral be formed by the ingenuity of man. The seat, Fyne Court, and his estate of Broom- meeting got into a state of high excitement field, occupy a retired but beautiful situation about Mr. Crosse and his singular electrical on the skirts of the Quantock Hills. He had in the course of time filled his house with electrical apparatus, and even extended it to the trees of his park, securing thereby, as may well be supposed, the alarmed wonder of the country-people, and probably inducing better educated neighbors to regard him as a little mad. In reality, he was a philosopher of the rarest stamp, one disposed to pursue nature into her coyest recesses, and wring from her her most mystic secrets, but all for the good of his kind, and in no observable degree for self-glorification.

operations. Compliments were showered upon him from all quarters; he became the especial "lion" of the hour. These demonstrations, novel as they were, affected him not, and before the end of the week, he had slipped away, and was once more buried in his Somersetshire solitude.

A visitor at this time described Mr. Crosse as a middle-aged man, of light active figure, intellectual cast of countenance, and the voice and movements of a person enjoying constant health and good spirits. His conversation was of a character entirely his own. In the early part of his career, Mr. Crosse's "Particularly striking is Mr. Crosse's eloattention was attracted to the crystals on the quence, when he tells you the wonders of his roof of a cave in his neighborhood. He favorite science of electricity, of its mysteripondered on the laws which regulate the ous agencies in the natural phenomena of growth of crystals, and felt convinced that it the heavens above, of the earth beneath, was caused by some peculiar attraction. The and of the waters under the earth; how it idea of electric attraction occurred to him, rules alike the motions of the planets and and, taking home some of the water which the arrangement of atoms; how it broods in dropped from the roof of the cave, he exposed the air, rides on the mist, travels with the it to the action of a voltaic battery, when, in light, wanders through space, attracts in the about ten days, he was rewarded by seeing aurora, terrifies in the thunder-storm, rules crystals forming on the negative platinum the growth of plants, and shapes all subwire, which proved to be composed of car- stances, from the fragile crystals of ice to the bonate of lime. When he repeated the ex- diamond, which it makes by toil continued periment in the dark, the result was more for ages in the womb of the solid globe. As quickly attained. Thus Mr. Crosse simulated he describes to you all these wonders, not in his laboratory one of the hitherto most imaginations of a dreamer, but realities mysterious of the processes of nature. He which he has himself seen and proved, by pursued this line of research for nearly producing, by the same agent and the same thirty years, totally unknown to the world process, only in a lesser degree, the same when in 1837 he was in a manner discovered results, his face is lighted up, his eyes are by the British Association. Being induced fixed upon the ceiling, present things seem to attend the meeting of that body at Bristol, to have disappeared from him, lost in the he and his researches became known to Dr. greater vividness of ideas which his full Buckland, who took an opportunity of speak- mind throngs before him; he pours out his ng of them, introducing Mr. Crosse as "a words in an unfailing stream; but though