From the G.ady's World of FASH on.
THE EMIR'S DAUGHTER.
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by MRS. NARY SPENCER.


Sing again, christian,' said the Emir's
daughter to the captive who knelt at
her feet.


'What shall sing?' asked the min
rel, starting from reverie, and care


sly running his fingers over the in
strnment, giving utterancc to prelude
Of wild but exquisiteIy meIodious tones.


Shall | sing of war, or of love, or
and his voice became suddenly sad, 'of
captivity


The princess turned her large black
eye on the speaker, and involuntarily
sighed, for she felt how much that little
word meant.


Mono, not of captivity-sing of
some graver theme--let--let it be Of
LOVE- she continued, and the blood
mounted 10 her forhead as she spoke.


There is but one song remember Of
that kind replied the minstrel in sad
but musical voice, whose sofened ac-
cents told how grateful he felt for the
sympathy Of the maiden. There is
but one song Of that kind l remember,
and it is of my own far off home, Lady.
| know not that | can sing it, for it fills.
my heart with tears when | think Of it
now, but your wish is my law and
again running his fingers over the in
strument, he invoked a stream of melo.
dy that might have been from the stars.


The maiden leaned her face on her
hand to listen; and as she thus reclined,
the minstrel thought he had never seen
anything so beautiful. Her brow was
as smooth as marble; her mouth and
chin cut in the most exquisite proper
tions, while her long lashes dropping
over her eyes, gave them the depth Of
shaded water. Ifthere was majesty in
that face there was also grace Ifhcr
classic features made it for a moment
seen, the kind smile and soft look Of the
princess relieved you instantly from the
feeling. And now as she gazed on the
minstrel, there was a dewy tenderness
IN those full dark orbs which might
have told volumes to him if he had no..
ticed them closely, which perhaps he
did. He raised his head and spoke


The words are my own Language
but The music you can understand


The princess nodded, and he began.
The song was mournful, and before the
minstrel had finished, he had drawn