Roushan's tasselled cap of red

Trembled not upon his head,

Careless sat he and upright;

Neither hand nor bridle shook,
Nor his head he turned to look,
As he galloped out of sight.

Flash of harness in the air,
Seen a moment like the glare

Of a sword drawn from its sheath; Thus the phantom horseman passed, And the shadow that he cast

Leaped the cataract underneath.

Reyhan the Arab held his breath

While this vision of life and death

Passed above him.

"Allahu!"

Cried he. "In all Koordistan

Lives there not so brave a man
As this Robber Kurroglou !"

HAROUN AL RASCHID.

NE day, Haroun Al Raschid read
A book wherein the poet said :-

"Where are the kings, and where the rest Of those who once the world possessed?

"They're gone with all their pomp and show, They're gone the way that thou shalt go.

"O thou who choosest for thy share
The world, and what the world calls fair,

"Take all that it can give or lend, But know that death is at the end!"

Haroun Al Raschid bowed his head :
Tears fell upon the page he read.

KING TRISANKU.

ISWAMITRA the Magician,

By his spells and incantations,

Up to Indra's realms elysian Raised Trisanku, king of nations.

Indra and the gods offended

Hurled him downward, and, descending,

In the air he hung suspended,

With these equal powers contending.

Thus by aspirations lifted,

By misgivings downward driven, Human hearts are tossed and drifted

Midway between earth and heaven.

A WRAITH IN THE MIST.

"Sir, I should build me a fortification if I came to live here."-BOSWELL'S Johnson.

N the green little isle of Inchkenneth Who is it that walks by the shore, So gay with his Highland blue bonnet, So brave with his targe and claymore?

His form is the form of a giant,

But his face wears an aspect of pain; Can this be the Laird of Inchkenneth? Can this be Sir Alan McLean?

Ah, no! It is only the Rambler,

The Idler, who lives in Bolt Court,

And who says, were he Laird of Inchkenneth, He would wall himself round with a fort.

THE THREE KINGS.

HREE Kings came riding from far away,
Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar ;

Three Wise Men out of the East were

they,

And they travelled by night and they slept by day,

For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful

star.

The star was so beautiful, large and clear,
That all the other stars of the sky

Became a white mist in the atmosphere,

And by this they knew that the coming was

near

Of the Prince foretold in the prophecy.

Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows,
Three caskets of gold with golden keys;
Their robes were of crimson silk with rows
Of bells and pomegranates and furbelows,

Their turbans like blossoming almond-trees.