understand the words of it, but they learned to sing them to an English tune. And, clad in cloaks of white, they stood round the grave of Jason, and sang these words in the tongue he loved the best:—
"Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day."
On the island rock of old Grimsey, close to the margin of the Arctic seas, there is a pyramid of lava blocks, now honeycombed and moss-covered, over Jason's rest. And to this day the place of it is called "The place of Red Jason."
End of the Book of Red Jason.
Epilogue.
There was a man of Mecca, named Abd al Muttalib, who had sinned against his faith, and all the families of the Coreish were his enemies. He had one son only, and by him he was supported in the days of his distress. Touched by such love, he vowed that if Providence should grant him ten sons he would devote one of them to the Deity. Years rolled on, and at last ten sons surrounded him in his tent. Then he remembered his vow, and rose up in the bitterness of his soul, and bade his sons follow him to the Káaba. There they cast lots which should die by the sacrificial knife, and the fatal arrow fell to Abdallah, the youngest and best beloved, the fair of face and lion-hearted. Then Abd al Muttalib rent his clothes, and in vain his nine other sons struggled to repress their grief. But the tenth son spoke, and said, "My father, hath the Lord kept His promise to thee? Then keep thou thy promise to the Lord." But his father cried, out of the sorrow which consumed him, "My son, shall I do this thing, and banish sleep from my eyes for ever?" Thereupon came the daughters of Abd al Muttalib and clung to their father, and said. "Father, art not ten camels the fine for the blood of
