in good stead with their long bows, beating back the enemy from the shore, which came down to resist their landing. After they had got to land they environed the city of Africa, called by the Moors Mahadia, with a strong siege; but at length -constrained with the intemperancy of the scalding air in that hot country, breeding in the army sundry discases-they fell to a composition on certain articles to be performed in behalf of the Saracens, and so sixty-one days after their arrival they returned home." About one hundred miles still farther south is Sfax, the most important commercial city in the Regency, after Tunis, occupying the site of the ancient Taphroura; and still farther on Gabes, the ancient Tacape, which can hardly be called a town, but is rather an assemblage of villages scattered through a beautiful oasis of palm trees. This place has obtained a certain amount of notoriety owing to the daring scheme of Commandant Roudaire for the creation of an inland sea by the submersion of the Sahara. The limits of our article will not permit us to enter into this subject; the company formed by M. Roudaire has wisely abandoned the scheme; it has now taken to sinking artesian wells and fertilizing the desert. This seems to be the true solution of the question of an inland sea; a sea of verdure and fertility caused by the multiplication of artesian wells, which never fail to bring riches and prosperity in their train. The most southerly place of any interest in the Regency is the island of Djerba, on the opposite side of the Syrtis Minor, so surrounded by shallow banks that a vessel cannot approach nearer than four miles; even when landing in a boat the traveler must look well after the tide, or he may chance to find himself high and dry before he has reached the shore. This is the only place in the Mediterranean where there is a regular daily tide depending on lunar influences; the rise and fall is seven feet. This island is men tioned by various classical authors as Meninx. Brachion and Girba. Gallus and his son Volusianus were raised to the purple hence, creati in insula Meninge quæ nunc Girba dicitur; but it is far more celebrated as being the Homeric island of the Lotophagi. Much controversy has arisen regarding the lotus, which so enchanted strangers as to tempt them to desert their companions and their fatherland. The passage in the "Odyssey" (ix. 90) is as follows: "On the tenth day we set foot on the island of the lotus eaters. . . . Now when we had tasted meat and drink I sent forth certain of my company to go and make search what manner of men they were who live here upon the earth by bread, and I chose out two of my fellows, and sent a third with them as herald. Then straightway they went and mixed with the men of the lotus eaters; and so it was that the lotus eaters devised not death for our fellows, but gave them of the lotus to taste. Now whosoever of them did eat the honey-sweet fruit of the lotus had no more wish to bring tidings nor to come back, but there he chose to abide with the lotuseating men, ever feeding on the lotus, and forgetful of his homeward way." The date of Djerba is excellent, and the island is the first place where it forms the daily food of the inhabitants at which a vessel coming from the eastward would touch, so that it would naturally produce a deep impression upon travelers. The wine made from the sap of the tree is as familiar as the fruit itself, and may have contributed to render the sailors oblivious of their "homeward way." The modern capital is Hoomt-es-Souk, close to which was the celebrated Bordj-er-Roos, or Pyramid of Skulls, which was seen and described by Sir Grenville Temple in 1832. It was twenty feet in height, and ten feet broad at the base, tapering toward a point, and composed entirely of skulls, reposing in regular rows on intervening layers of bones. The catastrophe which furnished the material for this extraordinary monument was the massacre of the Spanish garrison of five thousand men, commanded by the Viceroy of Sicily and the renowned Andrea Doria, by the Turks in 1560. The most remarkable feature of Djerba is the great inland sea which separates it from the mainland, and into which small vessels can pass both from the east and west; at El-Kantara, about the middle of the eastern passage, are the ruins of what must have been a magnificent city, certainly the most important place in the island. Other Roman ruins exist all round the margin of the lake, proving that in ancient times it was a haven of safety, and perfectly navigable for the vessels then in use. There can be little doubt that here, and not in M. Roudaire's basin of the Chotts, we must place the famous Lake of Triton, the position of which has always been a puzzle to geographers. There is one more inhabited place in the Regency, south of Djerba, Zarzis, which is likely to become an important strategical point; but here all interest for the traveler ceases, and we come upon that long stretch of sandy country which forms the coast of the Syrtis Major, where the army of Cato nearly found a grave. This is only relieved by rare patches of vegetation, till we come to the beautiful peninsula of Cyrene, whose cities were adorned with so many splendid edifices; which was celebrated by the most famous historians and poets of Greece and Rome; where were the gardens of the Hesperides, and where "Lethe's streams from secret springs below Rise to the light; where heavily and slow The silent, dull, forgetful waters flow." THE HUSBAND OF YOUNG MRS. DAYRE. BY LILLIE GILL DERBY. "IF you are trying to make anyone believe we have been married ten years, you are certainly succeeding," she says, in sternest tones, bending upon her unsuspecting lord and master a look that would be scathingly severe were it not for the suggestion of mischievous merriment lurking in the blue depths of her eyes. "My darling girl, I beg your pardon," he answers, in contrite tones, hastily laying aside the newspaper he has been perusing with puckered brows. What can I order for you? Will you have some hot coffee, or another muffin ?" "How like a man!" she laughs, shrugging her shoulders. "Do you think I should only appreciate neglect" with an emphatically suggestive pause after the word, "when it would interfere with my physical comfort? To think," she says, gazing at him reproachfully from under her pretty, arched brows to think that in less than a week after I have become Mrs. Kenneth Hinston Dayre my husband's indifference should excite the comment of the world!" "Dorothy!" he exclaims, in horror, glancing around uneasily at the other occupants of the dining car, and discovering, with something akin to alarm, that not a few of their fellow travelers are watching, with varying degrees of attention, the progress of the tête-à-tête breakfast, and that apparently no detail of Dorothy's dainty costume, no changing expression of her face or his, has escaped observation. He little notices or cares that in the countenances around him, betraying sympathetic interest, amused indifference or cynical irony, life histories are written; he only realizes, with a sense of resentment that includes dining car, passengers and waiters alike, that he and Dorothy, by the mere figuring, however inconspicuously, in the rôles of bride and groom, have furnished unconscious entertainment to a number of amused spectators. Mrs. Dayre, inwardly convulsed, ontwardly unconcerned, sips her coffee with graceful deliberation, glancing occasionally at the landscape flying past, blotted and blurred by the falling rain, and shortly inquires, in would-be supercilious tones: "May I ask, if you please, what you found in that Denver newspaper so utterly absorbing? Whom do you know in Colorado who interests you more than I?" in accents suggestive of reproach. "Dorothy," he says, oblivions of the implied rebuke, and casting about him a glance of righteous indignation, "if ever again I look the second time at a bridal couple I hope I may "No, you don't!" interrupts his wife, airily. "The very next one you see you will watch with absorbed interest; you will try to interpret every glance and gesture; you will "Indeed I shall not!" he vociferously protests. But Dorothy only laughs at him, a single, tiny, bewitching dimple appearing and disappearing under one corner of her mouth. Truly she makes as pretty a picture as one might hope to find in many a long day's search. The soft gray dress fits perfectly a slender, graceful figure, and the dainty turban rests on a small head, beautiful in its contour, and carried with an air of gracious pride. Indeed, there is a suggestion of the grande dame in her manner which is altogether irresistible in so diminutive a personage, and adds quite two inches to her stature. Her hair, soft brown, brightening into gold wherever the light may chance to touch it, is arranged in a pretty fashion all her own. Her features are not perfect, yet of such delicacy and individuality that the face, once seen, must remain forever a charming memory. "Mr. Davre," she asks, demurely, "may your wife humbly suggest that your consciousness of the interested attention you have been exciting is entirely apparent, and is inspiring additional amusement? And, if I might be permitted, I should recommend that a feigned indifference, if you do not feel it-assuming a virtue if you have it not-would be more likely to mitigate the-er kindly notice with which these people are so gracious as to favor you." "Favor me!" he exclaims, indignantly. "Perhaps you think they haven't even glanced at you! Why, that woman opposite, with the blue shawl around her shoulders and a complexion which savors of the delicate hue of the pumpkin, knows exactly how your dress is made down to the smallest details, and I dare say has planned to array in a gown identically like it her own graceful, sylphlike form," with wrathful sarcasm. "And that hideously ugly man eating breakfast by himself has been staring at you till I'd like "I don't think he's so ugly," Dorothy breaks in, in a cheerfully argumentative tone, and gazing critically at the person in question. "While his nose, I suppose, might be improved, his eyes really aren't— But, Kenneth," with an impressive nod and a very nice air, "I decline to be led into a discussion. I can readily divine from your belligerent manner that you are thirsting for a quarrel, and being determined to maintain peace, I refuse to argue." Then, a moment after, the dining car being comparatively empty, she says, in a coaxing tone, leaning back against the soft cushion of the seat with a comfortable, cozy air, as though she had no intention of moving for hours and was altogether contented with the prospect, "Now, tell me what you found so engrossing in that Denver paper? Really, I could enjoy a second cup of coffee-it is very nice-and you may talk to me while I drink it." "Couldn't you be induced to have another cents apologetic, apparently addressing the saltcellar; "it's in his Irish blood." "At least the remark was pat," her liege lord returns. Dorothy casts in his direction a glance utterly annihilating, and, scorning other response, repeats, "What was so interesting in that Denver paper?" "How do you know there was anything that would prove of interest to you ?" inquires Mr. Dayre, pleasantly-too pleasantly. "AS THE NEWLY ENGAGED COUPLE WERE ABOUT TO COMMENCE A GAME OF TENNIS muffin?" he asks, insinuatingly, remembering. "Thank you, no," replies his wife, politely. "If reading maketh a full man,' so do three muffins." "I suppose one might be pardoned for referring to your quotation as 'breakfast Bacon," Kenneth suggests, with a kind of carefully dubious air. "He can't help it," Dorothy murmurs, in ac Vol. XXXVII., No. 1-3. "Wouldn't anything interest me that interested you?" answers his wife, with a much-injured air. "Well, how do you know I was interested?" cross-questions Kenneth, solicitously, as though the discussion were one of serious moment. "Kenneth, you are temporizing. I would not stoop to such subterfuge. Do you imagine me so obtuse that I cannot see you are simply trying to gain time? Answer at once. What was in that paper, and where did you get it ?" She sits up very straight, essaying to look as impressive and |