Lady Blanche Murphy.
[Illustration: Overton church.]
FOR ANOTHER.
Sweet—sweet?
My child, some sweeter word than sweet,
Some lovelier
word than love, I want for you.
Who says the world is bitter,
while your feet
Are left among
the lilies and the dew?
Ah? So some other has,
this night, to fold
Such hands as
his, and drop some precious head
From off her breast as full
of baby-gold?
I, for her grief,
will not be comforted.
S.M.B. Piatt.
AMONG THE KABYLES.
Concluding paper.
[Illustration: Roman sepulchre at TAKSEBT.]
Few countries twenty-five leagues long by ten wide have such an assortment of climates as Grand Kabylia. From the Mediterranean on the north to the Djurjura range on the south, a distance of two hours’ ride by rail if there were a railway, the ascent is equal to that from New York Bay to the summit of Mount Washington. The palm is at home on the shore, while snow is preserved through the summer in the hollows of the peaks. This epitome of the zones is more condensed than that so often remarked upon on the eastern slope of Mexico, although it does not embrace such extremes of temperature as those presented by Vera Cruz and the uppermost third of Orizaba. The country being more broken, the lower and higher levels are brought at many points more closely together than on the Mexican ascent. It happens thus that semi-tropical and semi-arctic plants come not simply into one and the same landscape, but into actual contact. Each hill is a miniature Orizaba, so far as it rises, and hundreds of abrupt hills collected in a space comparatively so limited so dovetail the floras of different levels as in a degree to cause them to coalesce and effect a certain mutual adaptation of habits. Good neighborhood has established itself rather more completely among the vegetable than with the human part of the inhabitants.