Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 34 December 1886 to May 1887 . ast whichsweeps along over Turkestan when thethermometer is far below zero is calledthe cimeter of Central Asia—a namesuggestive of a cutting wind. The camp was moved to a place calledGulran, which was nearer to the Heri-Rud,and not so distant from Meshed and Herat,from which places supplies were it appeared that everything connectedwith the boundary was uncertain, andthe coming of the Russian Commissionersseemed as far off as ever, I determined to re-turn home; so toward the end of FebruaryI recrossed the Heri-Rud, a
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 34 December 1886 to May 1887 . ast whichsweeps along over Turkestan when thethermometer is far below zero is calledthe cimeter of Central Asia—a namesuggestive of a cutting wind. The camp was moved to a place calledGulran, which was nearer to the Heri-Rud,and not so distant from Meshed and Herat,from which places supplies were it appeared that everything connectedwith the boundary was uncertain, andthe coming of the Russian Commissionersseemed as far off as ever, I determined to re-turn home; so toward the end of FebruaryI recrossed the Heri-Rud, and came back byway of Meshed and Shahrud to Bunder Gez, the port of Astrabad onthe Caspian, there is a line of steamers,which brought me to Baku, and there Iwas again on the route by which our par-ty travelled on the outward journey inSeptember, The Caspian and the Blackseas are connected by the railway fromBatonm to Baku; from Batonm steamersrun to Odessa, By this line of communi-cation I returned to Europe, after an ab-sence of about eight A KIBTTKA. A ROSE OF JERICHO. BY FRANCES L. MACE. TTT^HY do you take my garden rose, ? T Still fresh and glowing-, from the vase,And give a dry and withered stalkMy favorites dew3^ place ? Lady, he said, there came a dayWhen far across the burning plain Slow crept, as hour by hour went by,A winding camel train. And none in ail that wandering bandWho sought with me the Orients shrine Concealed beneath the pilgrims garbSo sad a heart as mine. But while with mournful thoughts I mused,Light blown, as if from fairy bower. Came fluttering oer the yellow sandTo me this magic flower. I knew its folded petals hid The breath and bloom of other days. And that some happier hour might giveIts beauty to my gaze. Through all the paths of Palestine,And wide across the stormy sea, My cherished rose of JerichoI brought to home and thee. And now the secret of my soul I to the wizard rose have told,And if to-morrows light shall see Its d
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