Current items of interest relating to the doings of Americans of Irish extraction are solicited from every member by the Secretary-General. If a good article is met with in a newspaper or magazine, it will be thankfully received and filed in the archives if you will send it forward. It is by keeping abreast with the current history that we fulfil one of our greatest duties. Donations of historical works, ancient or modern, or, in fact, books of any description, are solicited for the Society’s library. Copies or originals of old deeds, wills, bills of sale of slaves, curiosities in American or Confederate money, plate, postage stamps, old prints, pictures and the like are also solicited. When received, they will be carefully indexed and filed, with the name of the donor attached. Every member can readily find something of interest to send, and the aggregation will form a nucleus for a good library and possibly a museum. Volumes I, II, IV, V and VI of the JOURNAL of the Society are out of print. We have fifty copies of Volume III and ten copies of Volume VII left. The Executive Council have ordered fifteen hundred copies of Volume VIII, so that we may be sure every member will have a copy and the Society have some to spare. These volumes out of print have become very rare, and some of them are held at high prices. If a sufficient demand appears from members who desire to have a complete set of the Society’s publications, the subject will be brought before the Executive Council for action, with the possibility that some of the volumes may be ordered reprinted. REILLY OF F (Captain H. J. Reilly, Battery F, Fifth Artillery, “The Fighting Fifth,” U. S. A., killed on the walls of Pekin, in the relief of the legations, during the Boxer uprising.) By JOHN JEROME ROONEY. I. Know you the story, friends, know you the story? No hero is mine of the plume and the lance— Yet worthy to claim the green bay of glory In the lay of the singer of oldest romance. Then, when the song of the minstrel is gone, Forget not how Reilly—brave Reilly went on! II. Out from the East, like a bolt from the sky, Thrilled the wild rumor of danger and dread— Out from the East flamed a prayer and a cry— A cry of the living, a cry of the dead— Straight to the heart of the nations it came, And the nations were shaken, as wind shakes a flame! III. There, ‘mid the millions of Mongols, they stood— One grain in the desert, a drop in the sea— Mothers and children—brave men of our blood— What is their fate? Say, what shall it be? How can we name the thing that we fear? The heart, at the thought, is palsied and seer! IV.