He shall have no place in the tents of our tribes. I will obey the summons of my friend. Though the morning light should be the reflection of swords, Though the darkness of night should be the cloud of dust raised by the tramp of horses, I will go to die or to be happy. The smallest of the sacrifices to which I have agreed is death. Can I live far away from the place of refuge so dear to me? Can I support the absence of neighbours to whom I have become accustomed. It may be naturally asked why a tribe that is menaced with an attack, but will not make the necessary sacrifices to obtain peace, does not flee, instead of awaiting the assault. To flee, is to invite pursuit while in the disorder of a retreat. It means leaving one's country, exposing oneself to scarcity of water for the flocks, or even falling into the hands of some other enemy, who would certainly take advantage of this opportunity for pillage and revenge. The wisest plan is to choose a good position, assemble the allies, and await the enemy if confident in one's own strength, or else to make concessions if conscious of weakness. "O Allah! save us and save our horses. Every day we lie down in a new country. It may be that She remembers our vigils with the flutes and tabours." REMARKS BY THE EMIR ABD-EL-KADER. How can any strange people contend with us, who are brought up in the highest sense of honour, even above all the tribes collected in the great assemblies? Do we not advance against the enemy on horses of pure race, terrible as raging lions, that gallop wildly along the perilous mountain path? I have prepared, against the time when fortune shall be unfavourable to me, a noble courser of perfect shape, and which none can rival in swiftness. I have also a flashing sabre which severs at a stroke the body of an enemy. And yet fortune has treated me as if I had never tasted the pleasure of bestriding an air-drinker; As if I had never rested my heart on the virgin bosom of a well-beloved maiden, with legs adorned with bracelets of gold; As if I had never felt the anguish of separation; As if I had never taken part in the exciting spectacle of our blood horses surprising the enemy at the break of day; As if, in short, after a defeat, I had never brought back the runaways to the fight, by crying aloud:— "Fatma! daughters of Fatma! "Death is a tax levied on our heads; turn the neck of your horses, and repeat the charge. "Time turns upon itself and returns. "Would that I could throw the world on its face!" USAGES OF WAR.