THE IRISH EMIGRANT. 'M sitting on the stile, Mary, The place is little changed, Mary, And the corn is green again! I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends; My blessing and my pride ;- I'm bidding you a long farewell, They say there's bread and work for all, But I'll not forget old Ireland Were it fifty times as fair! -LADY DUFFERIN. A AN ADVENTURE IN THE AFRICAN DESERT. S we went forward, our whole caravan being in a body, our negroes, who were in the front, cried out that they saw a white man. We were not much surprised at first, it being, as we thought, a mistake of the fellows', and we asked them what they meant; when one of them stept up to me, and, pointing to a hut on the other side of the hill, I was astonished to see a white man indeed, but stark naked, very busy near the door of his hut, and stooping down to the ground with something in his hand, as if he had been at some work; and his back being towards us, he did not see us. K |