The darkest feature of my visit to the University was the absence of women. Alas! you never see the Mohammedan woman in these oriental lands, save with veiled face and hesitant step. Only yesterday I saw a handsome carriage being driven along one of the principal Cairene streets, preceded by a gaily dressed herald, who cried, “Make way, make way,” as is the fashion here still. The silken curtains were drawn, but the occupants were two ladies. They must live in the dark. In the mosque they must sit in the lofty spaces, far back behind the wooden screen work, and even then be veiled. The very small girls, who trip about with little rattling and tinkling bells around their ankles, are hardly old enough to learn the way to the next street before the veil is drawn over their face, and only their little eyes are permitted to look out. In the multitudes which I saw at the University, both as students and teachers, there was but one woman. She was probably the wife of a professor, and had come merely to bring the learned man his dinner, and then slip back again to the dark rear room of the house misnamed a home, and await his coming, and be the menial still to prepare his evening meal. Mohammedanism has no place for woman in its educational system. Its best interpretation of her office is that she is simply man’s slave. But the better day is coming, and may it soon be here, when the right of all women, in all these oriental countries, to the highest and the largest knowledge, shall be recognized as equal to that of any men beneath the shining sun. AS SEEING THE INVISIBLE. BY MRS. EMILY J. BUGBEE. To stand at the post of duty Whether we rise or fall, If this be a place of beauty, Or the homeliest lot of all. To walk with a soul undaunted In the God appointed way, Whether with praise enchanted, Or in shadow land it lay. The good of the world’s bestowing Is vanishing as the air, And its loftiest honors throwing A burden of ceaseless care. But to live as always seeing The invisible source of things Is the blessedest state of being, In the quietude it brings. For in all of the strife and clamor, And the evil that is done, We know that the Lord will finish The good that he hath begun. And we need not grope in blindness Because of the dreadful days, But sure of the Infinite kindness May stand in the certain ways. Oh! for a strong uplifting And a courage that will stand While the Judge of the earth is sifting The peoples of every land. Oh! Earth so full of the glory Reflected from above, We wait for your finished story, In the faith of a deathless love. NATIONAL AID TO EDUCATION. PART II. BY GENERAL JOHN A. LOGAN, U. S. Senator from Illinois.