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EMIR HASSAN. 
BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. 
Emir IIasban, of the prophet V race, 
Asked with folded bauds, tb' Almighty's grace, 
Then within the banquet-ball he sat. 
At his meat upon the embroidered mat. 
There a slave before him placed the food, 
Spilling from the charger, as he stood, 
Awkwardly upon the Emir’s breast 
Drops that foully stained the silken vest. 
To the floor, in great remorse »ud dread, 
Fell the slave, and Urns, beseeching said: 
“Master, they who hasten to restrain 
Rising wrath, in paradise shall reign.” 
Gently was the answer II ass an gave: 
“I’m not angry.” “Yet,” pursued the slave, 
“"yet doth higher recompense belong 
To the injured who forgives a wrong.” 
“I forgive,” said Flasean. “Yet we read,” 
So the prostrate slave went on to plead, 
“That a higher seat in glory still 
Waits the man who renders good for ill.” 
“Slave, receive thy freedom, and behold 
In thy hand I lay a pnrse of gold. 
Let me never fail to heed, in aught, 
What the prophet of our God hath taught.” 
JTticnig VbtlUt. 
JEBOME FENWICK’S CUBE. 
BY LUCY A. RANDALL. 
“Don’t go out to-night, Jerome — stay with 
me! Oh, Jerome! it is so lonely when you are 
away! ” 
The little kitchen had been swept aud scoured 
until every hoard glistened like polished Ivory— 
the red moreen curtains were drawn over the 
tiny-paned windows, and the great chestnut logs 
in the fire-place were singing and simmering ami 
bursting into scarlet sheets of flame, with capri¬ 
cious alternations. There was no costly fresco 
on the walls—merely a cheap paper where gigan¬ 
tic pink roses hurst into unaccountable bloom 
among the green tendrils of a still' pea vine; but 
the wooden clock was framed in the coral berries 
of the bittersweet, and a little Christmas cross of 
hemlock sprigs and black ivy, yet hung between 
the two windows, while Rosa Fenwick’s mouthly 
roses and scented geraniums tossed their deli¬ 
cate blossoniB among the red peppers and 
bunches of pennyroyal and catnip on the smoke- 
browned mantel above the chimney. 
For ltosn, our heroine, was nothing more 
dignified than a farmer's wife. Ay, hut a farmer’s 
wife, in this, our Empire Stale, is, it must be 
remembered, queen consort to n member of the 
popular sovereignty—and Rosa was as lit to wear 
the royal robes as any princess of the blood. 
She was quite tall, with pale-brown hfdr, and 
eyes of t lit- clear vivid blue that put you In mind 
of sunshine after rain, while the delicate color 
on her cheek fairly rivaled the monthly roses 
above. Her dress was very plain aud simple—a 
dark-brown calico, ruffled at the wrists, and 
relieved by a narrow linen collar, with a tiny 
black Bilk apron tied trimly around her graceful 
waist. 
Jerome Fenwick, a tall, stalwart young fellow 
of some seven or eight and twenty, bit his lip, 
as Rosa still kept urging : 
“ Stay with me this evening—only this oucc! ” 
“Nonsense, Rosa; how ridiculous you are! 
A man can’t stay at home forever.” 
“But you were out last night and the night 
before.” 
“Well, what then ? Now, my love, don’t you 
see how very absurd it is to expect me to be 
always dangliug at your apron strings! I tell 
you I’m only going down to the Columbian, to 
look at the papers and talk over the news! ” 
“ To the Coltnnbinu ’. ” echoed Aunt Trypbosa 
Fenwick, suddenly appearing out of the subter¬ 
ranean depths ot a trap door, very much a la 
ghost upon the stage, only that she bore a pan of 
glossy red apples in one hand and brandished n 
formidable, knife in the other. “ Ah-h-h! y ou'rc 
going to the Columbian, be ye, Jerome Fenwick?” 
“Yes, 1 am —and what then?” returned the 
young man, a spice of sullen defiance, beginning 
to mingle with the playful tone he bad assumed 
towards his wife, 
“And I s’posc you’re cornin’ back stupider 
nor a fool, as you come last night —or perhaps 
you’re coinin’ with Peter Stryker at your head 
and Sam Garncy at your heels, as you come last 
week ; pretty doln’s these, for a feller that hain’t 
been married a year yet! ” 
“Dear Jerome,” pleaded Rosa, looking up 
through sparkling tears, “please do not go out 
to-night,” 
“ What d'ye s’spose you’r coming to,” went 
on Aunt Trypbosa, digging away at the apples 
as spitefully as if every one had been a modem 
Mareyas, aud she a spectacled Apollo; “p’raps 
you’ve forgot how Pardon Pilkinghnm froze to 
death, a year ago come February, down by the 
hemlock holler, with the snow two feet deep on 
the ground. He’d been to the Columbian, too ! 
He’d read the papers and talked over the news ! 
And mebbe you don’t remember how Joeiah 
Hopkins went oil in delirious tremens last June, 
all along o’ that same Columbian. He hadn’t 
no pretty youDg wife at home to cry her eyes out 
arter his good-for-nothin’ hones, though, Josiab 
Hopkins hadn’t! Oh!” ejaculated Aunt Try- 
phosa, emphatically, “ I wish there w r as a Maine 
Law. I just do IftBetter stay at home, Jerome 
Fenwick, afore bad comes to worse! ” 
Jerome Fenwick’s brow flushed and his face 
became crimson. 
“ I shall do precisely as I please, Aunt Try- 
phosa. Where's my hat ?” 
“'Tain’t for myself I’m 6peakin’,” went on 
the wrathful old lady, suspending her knife in 
mid air, “ though you be my brother’s son. It’6 
for Rosa! Do you s’pose she hain’t got no feel- 
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“GOOD LAND ’O GOSHEN ! IF I WAS ROSA, l’D GO DOWN 70 THE COLUMBIAN TOO.” 
in6 when you come home night after night, as 
intoxicated as a fool ? Good land o’ Goshen! if 
1 was Rota, I'd go down to the Columbian too, 
and drink ’long with yon. She’s got jest us 
good a right to be a fool as you have ! How’d 
you like that, Jerome Fenwick ?” 
He went out, giving the unconscious door a 
bang that made the eat start in her cosy corner 
of the red brick hearth, and brought a fresh tor¬ 
rent of teal’s to Rosa’s blue eyes. 
“ Oh, Auut Trypbosa,” she sobbed, hiding her 
flushed face among the apples in the good spin¬ 
ster’s lap, “what shall we do? He is being 
ruined—and I —I have no power to hold him 
back.” 
“ Sarve him right! an obstinate fool!” mut¬ 
tered the Irate old lady. Yet even while the 
words were on her lips, the bony fingers caressed 
Rosa’s hair with strangely living touch. 
“ For your sake, Rosa! I’m vexed, for your 
sake, my pretty one!” 
“If 1 had but known—yet he. was so different 
in the days when we used to take those twilight 
walks, the days before we were married. ‘My 
husband a drunkard! Olt, Aunt Trypbosa! I 
would sooner wc were both in our graves!” 
“Don’t talk so, pet,” murmured Aunt Try- 
phosa, taking off her dim spectacles. The Lord 
knows what’s best for us all, but-” 
“Hush!” ejaculated Rosa, springing to her 
feet, “I hear the gate click! Aunt Trypbosa, 
he has thought better of it! he has come back!” 
No; the slight, fair, almost girlLh looking 
young fellow in the lieutenant’s uniform was not 
Jerouie Fenwick — and there was a touch of bit¬ 
terness even in the welcoming tears that Rosa 
poured out on the breast of the eoldier-brother 
she had not seen for three long years. 
“ Hallo!” exclaimed Charley Warner. “ Why, 
I thought you were so happy, Rosa, Aud 
where’s my new brother-in-law?” 
“He—he isn’t at home,” sobbed out Rosa. 
“Oh, Charley, I am very, very miserable!” 
“Well, this is a queer welcome!” quoth the 
lieutenant, Eittiilg down in front of the blazing 
chestnut logs, aud drawing Rosa upon his knee, 
“ now puss, tell me all about it—and somebody 
hold my .bands tight, for 1 feel very much like 
giving my unknown brother-in-law a thrashing 
before I know anything of the merits of the 
case.” _ 
“ Well — I reckon it’s about time for me to be 
moving J” said Jerome. 
Now Jerome Fenwick was none the worse for 
tlie frequent libations in which he indulged; at 
least not in his own opinion. For he hud firmly 
resolved, on entering the green baize doors of the 
“ Columbian Hotel,” not to drink too much, and 
he fancied he had kept the resolution. Only — 
to be sure, the sanded floor did surge to and fro, 
a little — and the great logs in the chimney 
changed places with the door in a most unac¬ 
countable manner, and the voices around him 
sounded now close to hie car, now far away, as 
if the speakers were receding into dim distance. 
Yet Jerome Fenwick, with very widu open eyes, 
and a turgid amiability upon his set features, re¬ 
iterated to himself “that he was all right —as 
right as a trivet!” 
“Because, you see!” soliloquized Jerome, 
aloud, “I’m a'married man — and—and—duties 
1 owe to society! I can't be drunk, because—” 
He caught at the arm of his chair as it seemed 
to give a sudden lurch, ceiling-ward. 
“I — I guess I'll go back to Rosa!” 
In the same instant ft sudden electric thrill 
seemed to send the hot blood back to his heart. 
Rosa! yes, it was her voice, speaking in the bar¬ 
room beyond. Her voiee — and In what words! 
“ A glass of gin-sling—and be quick about 
it. Pshaw! none of your dishwater compounds! 
make it hot and strong, man!” 
“Mrs. Fenwick!” ejaculated mine hoBt, in 
dismay. 
“Yes — Mrs. Fenwick — what are you staring 
at ? My husband’s here, isn’t he? and I’ve come 
to keep him company. I’m tired of staying at 
home by myself. If he’s going to make a regu¬ 
lar practice of getting drunk here, why he may 
as well do it in his wife’s company —and I’ll he 
drunk too!” 
“Rosa!” 
“Yes, my dear. Good evening to you, gentle 
men,” she said, nodding to the 6taribg assem¬ 
blage and taking a long draught, “ Upon my 
word, this feels wanning after the night air. 
You are right, Jerome ; it is better than crouch¬ 
ing over the fire at home. You’re right., my 
dear—you’re always right, and hereafter I’m go¬ 
ing to follow your example." 
“Rosa, arc you mad? Come home, child,” 
whispered Jerome, In an agony of mortification. 
“Another glass, landlord!” ejaculated the 
amazon, giving Jerome, a push with her elbow. 
“ I didn’t know it was so good. Try a taste of 
it, Jerome!” 
“Rosa, I command you to come away.” 
ROSA VI81TS THE COLUMEIAN. 
“ What for ? Haven’t I as much right here as 
any one? Yon said you didn’t care whether I 
came or not — and here- lam!” 
Jerome wiped the drop& of perspiration from 
his brow and upper lip. 
“Do not mortify me thus, Rosa,” he whisper¬ 
ed. Remember these spectators.” 
“Well, you’ve mortified me enough times; 
and it’s a poor rale that won’t work both ways. 
Landlord—I— think—I’ll—take—” 
She paused abruptly, the two glasses of fiery 
liquid were apparently beginning to tell on her 
feminine brain. Her head fell on her breast, the 
blue eyes stared stonily into space, and the arms 
fell heavily at her side. 
“She’s gone!” exclaimed Joe Hyde, who had 
watched the crisis with inteuse interest. 
“I will trouble you to mind your own busi¬ 
ness, 6ir, if you please,” returned Jerome Fen¬ 
wick, haughtily. Ah, his pride was touched to 
the quick now. “Clark Tiffany, will you help 
me carry my—my wife home ? She is quite un¬ 
able to walk. Good heavens! that I should have 
lived to see this day!” 
Clark Tiffany advanced, with a subdued grin 
upon his countenance, to assist his boon com¬ 
panion. But it was no easy task they had under¬ 
taken. Never was so totally limp and helpless a 
burden before; from the tip of the pink worsted 
hood to the fur-edged moccasin there was no 
spark of elasticity or animation, as the two men 
drugged their slow way over the hard, frozen 
ground. 
“Abominable! disgraceful”’ muttered Fen¬ 
wick, wiping his streaming forehead. 
“Just wliat you’ve done yourself a dozen 
times, remarked Tiffany, ehangipg the arm that 
supported the leaden shoulders. “ Jupiter ! 
who’d suppose a woman could he so heavy!” 
“Myself! Of course I have—more shame to 
me! ” retorted Fenwick. “ But a woman—and 
my wife! ” 
“ I don’tknow that it’s any worse for a woman 
than a maa,” said Tiffany; “only it’s not cus¬ 
tomary.” 
“One thing is certain,” resumed Fenwick, 
after a moment’s silence, and his tone was full of 
deep passionate earnestness; “after this night'6 
work, I will cut off my right hand before I will 
re-enter that accursed bar-room. I've drunk 
my last glass of liquor! ” 
“That—that’s not fair!” sleepily muttered 
the burden. “ Just when I’ve begun to enjoy 
myself!—it—I say it’s not fair!” 
A smothered groan escaped from Fenwick’s 
lips. 
“ Before heaven I register the vow! ” he 
exclaimed. “From this hour, I will never 
touch intoxicating draughts more, so help me 
God!” 
As he spoke,’the red, flickering stream of 
light from the moreen curtained window glanced 
athwart their path. 
“Home at last!” he exclaimed, with an 
accent of relief as Aunt Tryphosa flung open 
the door. 
The fire was blazing brightly, the cat was 
purring (contentedly on the burnished brick6 
of the old-fashioned hearth, and —wonder of 
wonders ! — Rosa sat by the table, in the dark- 
brown calico and coquettish silk apron, stitch- 
iDg at a narrow strip of linen. 
“Rosa!” gasped Jerome, in open-mouthed 
astonishment. “You here?” 
“Where 61se should I he, Jerome?” demand¬ 
ed Mrs. Fenwick, with exemplary calmness. 
“ Do we live 1*0 the sge of witchcraft ? Am I 
dreaming, or am 1 wide awake and in the full 
possession of my ordinary senses ?” exclaimed 
Jerome Fenwick, turning to the limp figure on 
the kitchen settle. 
No longer limp, however. It had suddenly- 
risen up,(straight and vigorous as a young pine, 
and, throwing back the gingham draperies and 
pink worsted hood, stood before them in the 
uniform of a federal lieutenant. 
“ At your 6Crvice, Mr. Fenwick, said Charley 
Warner, with dancing eye6 and defiant brow. 
“Rosa,” laid Jerome, stiff bewildered, “who 
is this?” 
“It is my brother, Jerome —my brother 
Charley,” faltered Rosa. “Don’t be aDgry, 
please — indeed I couldn’t stop him—he would 
go, and aunt Tryphosa encouraged him.” 
“Well, I’m heartily glad it’s not iny wife!” 
said’.Jerome, extending his hand. “Welcome 
home from the wars, brother-in-law; hut I ques¬ 
tion whether any victory in which yon have been 
concerned during the three years of your absence 
can equal the victory you have this night gained.” 
“Jerome!” exclaimed Rosa, “surely you 
have not—” 
“ But he has though 1" interposed Lieutenant 
Charley, leisurely lighting a cigar among the 
smouldering chestnut embers. “I hear witness 
that he has this night solemnly pledged himself 
to abstain for ever more from the Columbian and 
off that appertains thereunto. Isn't it so, you 
friend, that so kindly held up my head?” 
“ Well, I thought you were rather heavy,” ac¬ 
knowledged Clark Tiffany. “But—no offence, 
sir—I really don’t see how your head stands 
those two glasses of gin.” • 
“Ah, that’s because I’ve been in the army,” 
responded Lieutenant Warner, with charming 
frankness. “ What, little Rosa, crying again ?” 
“Don’tmind me, Charley; it’s only because 
I’m so happy." 
“Happy, eh? Well, it isn’t my way of ex¬ 
pressing happiness,” observed Warner. ‘‘ And 
aunt Tryphosa is crying too ! Well, I’ve read a 
good many puzzles in ray day, hut a woman is 
the most unaccountable of ’em all!" 
Lieutenant Warner did not know that upon 
that bright flood of tears all Rosa Fenwick’s 
doubts, fears and inward distresses were swept 
away into the past. She was crying only be¬ 
cause she was happy. 
THE CLIMATE OF CALIFORNIA. 
A gentleman was strolling along the quays 
at Liverpool, where he met a tall, gaunt figure, 
as “ digger ” from California, and got into con¬ 
versation with him. “ Healthy climate, I sup 
pose ? " “ Healthy ! it ain’t anything else. Why, 
stranger, there you can choose any climate 
yon like, hot or cold; and that without travel¬ 
ing more than fifteen minutes. Just think of 
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“Tried it! often; and should have done pretty 
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would stand both climates. The last dog that I 
had froze off his tail while pintin’ on the sum¬ 
mer side. He didn’t get entirely out of*the 
winter side, you see—trew as you live.” 
■ ’»«-»■- — 
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of any man?” said an old lady to her pretty 
niece. To which the young lady replied, “The 
reason, dear aunt, is, as yon well know, that I 
am not a good match.” 
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