One more sample of the style of the Armenian "Lake-school." ON ONE WHO WAS SHIPWRECKED ON THE LAKE OF VAN. We sailed in the ship from Aghthamar, We directed our ship towards Avan; When we arrived before Vosdan We saw the dark sun of the dark day. Dull clouds covered the sky, Obscuring at once stars and moon; The winds blew fiercely, And took from my eyes land and shore. Thundered the heaven, thundered the earth, The waters of the blue sea arose; On every side the heavens shot forth fire; Black terror invaded my heart. There is the sky, but the earth is not seen, There is the earth, but the sun is not seen; The waves come like mountains And open before me a deep abyss. O sea, if thou lovest thy God, Have pity on me, forlorn and wretched; Take not from me my sweet sun, And betray me not to flinty-hearted Death. Pity, O sea, O terrible sea! Give me not up to the cold winds; My tears implore thee And the thousand sorrows of my heart.... The savage sea has no pity! It hears not the plaintive voice of my broken heart; The blood freezes in my veins, Black night descends upon my eyes.... Go tell to my mother To sit and weep for her darkened son; That John was the prey of the sea, The sun of the young man is set! Summer, with its flowers, and warmth, and wealth, never stays long enough in Armenia for it to become a common ordinary thing. It is a beautiful wonder-time, a brief, splendid nature-fair, which vanishes like a dream before the first astonishment and delight are worn into indifference. The season when "the nightingale sings to the rose at dewy dawn" departs swiftly, and envious winter strangles autumn in its birth.