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JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE

ASSOCIATE FDITOR OF IPISH LITERATI RE.
From a photograph by Pirie Macdonald, photographer of men,"

New York

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JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE.

(1847 –)

JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE, editor-in-chief of The Pilot since 1890, was born at Mountmellick, Queen's County, May 31, 1847. He is the son of Edward and Margaret (Doyle) Roche, who removed to Prince Edward Island in his infancy. He took the classical course at St. Dunstan's College, Charlottetown, and was made LL.D. of Notre Dame, Ind., in 1891. He was engaged in commercial pursuits in Boston from 1866–1883. He was assistant editor of The Pilot under the late John Boyle O'Reilly from 1883–1890. He was a member of the Metropolitan Park Commission, Boston, 1893.

He is the author of 'Songs and Satires,' The Life of John Boyle O'Reilly, The Story of the Filibusters,'' Ballads of Blue Water,' * Her Majesty the King,' and 'By-Ways of War,' etc.

HER MAJESTY THE KING.

A ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. DONE INTO AMERICAN

FROM THE ARABIC.

"He that repenteth too late may sometimes worry too soon.'

-The Kåtâmarana. The Pasha Muley Mustapha was unhappy. He was a peace-loving, easy-tempered man, as Pashas go, and, when allowed to have his own way, was never inclined to ask for more. But now, after seven years of wedded life, he found his wishes thwarted, not for the first time, by the caprice of a woman, and that woman his only wife Kayenna, well surnamed the Eloquent. The misunderstanding had arisen, innocently enough, in this way:

"I think, my dear,” said Muley Mustapha, as he sat smoking his nargileh one day at the beginning of this history, while his wife reclined on a divan,-“I think, my dear, that my parents (may their memory be blessed!) made a great mistake in their treatment of me in my youth. I was brought up too strictly. They gave me no opportunity of seeing life in all its phases. Consequently, I find myself, in middle age, almost a stranger among my own subjects. I mean to adopt an entirely different system with little Muley."

“In what way?asked his wife, rising on her elbow, and casting a suspicious look at her lord.

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