Here was their conquest sealed. Look !-yonder teaves

the sea,

And far to the left lies Franquistân. The banners flouted the blue skies;

The artillery-men came up. Mashallah! how the guns Did roar to sanctify their prize!"

"'Tis they," the Sheik exclaimed, "I fought among them, I,

At the battle of the Pyramids! Red, all along the day,

ran

Red as thy turban folds-the Nile's high billows by !
But their Sultan? Speak!-he was once my guest.
His lineaments-gait-garb?-Sawest thou the man?"
The Moor's hand slowly felt its way into his breast.

"No," he replied, "he bode in his warm palace halls.
A Pasha led his warriors through the fire of hostile
ranks;

An Aga thundered for him before Atlas's iron walls.
His lineaments, thou sayest? On gold, at least, they

lack

The kingly stamp. See here! A Spahi of the Franks. Gave me this coin, in chaffering, some days back."

The Kasheef took the gold; he gazed upon the head and face.

Was this the great Sultan he had known long years ago?

It seemed not; for he sighed, as all in vain to trace The still remembered features. "Ah, no!-this," he said, "is

Not his broad brow and piercing eye. Who this man is I do not know:

How very like a pear his head is."

-Translation in the Dublin University Magazine.

THE EMIGRANTS.

I cannot take my eyes away

From you, ye busy bustling band!
Your little all to see you lay,

Each in the waiting seaman's hand!

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Ye men, who from your necks set down
The heavy basket on the earth,
Of bread from German corn, baked brown,
By German wives, on German hearth.

And

you with braid queues so neat,
Black-Forest maidens, slim and brown,
How careful on the sloop's green seat
You set your pails and pitchers down!
Ah! oft have home's cool, shady tanks
These pails and pitchers filled for you :
On far Missouri's silent banks

Shall these the scenes of home renew

The stone-rimmed fount on village street,
That, as ye stopped, betrayed your smiles;
The hearth, and its familiar seat;

The mantel and the pictured tiles.

Soon, in the far and wooded West,

Shall log-house walls therewith be graced, Soon, many a tired, tawny guest

Shall sweet refreshment from them taste.

From them shall drink the Cherokee,

Faint from the hot and dusty chase;

No more from German vintage ye

Shall bear them home in leaf-crowned grace.

O, say, why seek ye other lands?

The Neckar's vale hath wine and corn,
Full of dark firs the Schwarzwald stands,
In Stressart rings the Alp-herd's horn.
Ah! in strange forests how ye'll yearn
For the green mountains of your home,
To Deutschland's yellow wheat-fields turn,
In spirit o'er her vine-hills roam.

The boatman calls! go hence in peace!
God bless ye, man and wife and sire?
Bless all your fields with rich increase,
And crown each true heart's pure desire!

-Translation of CHARLES T. BROOKS.

FREMONT, JESSIE (BENTON), daughter of Thomas H. Benton, born in Virginia in 1824. In 1841 she married John C. Frémont, whom she aided most effectually in all his labors. She has written The Story of the Guard (1863); A Year of American Travel (1878); Souvenirs of My Time (1887); Far-West Sketches (1890), and The Will and The Way Stories (1891). To her husband's Memoirs (1877) she prefixed a biographical sketch of her father.

"In all these public positions," says Miss Frances Willard, in speaking of General Frémont's career, "Mrs. Frémont won renown in her own right. As a writer, she is brilliant, concise, and at all times interesting. Her extensive acquaintance with the brightest intellects of the world enabled her to enter the field of literature fully equipped."

HOW FREMONT'S SECOND EXPEDITION WAS SAVED.

Coming home from school in an Easter holiday, I found Mr. Frémont part of my father's "Oregon work." It was the Spring of 1841; in October we were married; and in 1842 the first expedition was sent out under Mr. Frémont. This first encouragement to the emigration westward fitted into so large a need that it met instant favor, and a second was ordered to connect with it further survey to the sea-coast of Oregon. At last my father could feel his idea "moved." Of his intense interest and pride and joy in these expeditions I knew