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rons, and at last engaged a peasant to go to Adana; and they rested in his cottage, or rather in his garden, during the day, and set out in the evening. There is a good deal of cultivation round Issus, but the delay of a whole day in this poor man's garden or hovel, was disagreeable, and worse accommodations were to be expected at night: the Sheichs' comfortable homes do not exist in this route. A dilapidated khan is perhaps the saddest refuge of all in this mountain-region, where the road was so bad, that it was necessary to wait for morning. "We had not seen a living creature in the way: the khan where we tried to take up our lodging is deserted, and partly in ruins: we broke some branches from the fir-trees which grow near the walls, then selected a part of the building where the roof is still entire, and made a fire on one of the hearths which are ranged in a line along the inside of the wall: here we slept round the fire till midnight The air was cold and penetrating, and found an easy passage to our place of rest" VIEW OF TYRE FROM THE MAINLAND. This is taken from a bold hill, two miles distant on the plain, and crowned with a village and mosque. Beneath are extensive ruins of aqueducts, which evidently run in the direction of the island and town of Tyre; they also take the direction of Solomon's cistern at Ras-el-Ain. From the former views of Tyre, this hill and mosque are seen in the back-ground. The scene which they now commanded was very impressive, yet very desolate: it was early in the morning; the sun had not long risen; the air was still fresh and cool; the sea was calm; the beams of the cloudless sun fell beautifully on its bosom; the vessels had hardly a breeze. The walls, the old tower, and ruinous places of Tyre, were as yet in shadow: the melancholy little place, as it now looked, feebly rising on its hillocks of sand, was once the queen of the sea, and of many nations, who all envied her glory. "Could this ever have been?' is the thought that sometimes breaks here, and in similar places, on the mind. Faith comes to our aid; and without faith, where would be the traveller's enthusiasm? This enthusiasm will sometimes work miracles, which was remarkably exemplified in the person of an English gentleman, whose finances were scanty, and quite insufficient, he well knew, for the expenses of a journey through Syria and Palestine. His resolution to perform this journey was, however, inflexible:—come poverty, captivity, or death itself, he was willing and prepared to meet them all, so that he might achieve his beloved enterprise. Goethe' has said, that when a man patiently and confidently waits for the object on which he has set his soul, waits through a series of years of delays and dimmed hopes, that in the end he will generally attain its accomplishment , provided the object be suitable to his genius and character. And this gentleman had waited long, and with a desire that only increased with time, till his heart burned within him, and it was more than he could bear. When landed on the coast of Syria by a vessel from Constantinople, he had only thirty pounds in his pocket , and with this sum he purposed to traverse completely the two countries, meet all the expenses, and see all that was worth seeing. It was a bold attempt: some would have called it a mad one. He purchased two mules, clothed himself in a light Syrian dress, bought two large sacks of salt, with which he loaded the mules, and set out on foot through the country as a salt-merchant. As the load decreased with the sale, he rode one of the mules at intervals, till he provided himself with a fresh stock of salt . This plan would have been useless without some knowledge of Arabic, which he had taken pains to acquire, sufficient at least for his purpose, at Constantinople. In this way he traversed a good part of Mount Lebanon, and of the interior of Syria. The profits from the sale of the salt were a great resource; his living, as may be supposed, was very frugal, sometimes the meal of milk, bread, and fruit was given gratuitously, but he had always to pay for his lodging, &c. in the cities and towns, where he was obliged to preserve a respectable appearance, in order to mix with the people, and observe their habits and customs. He always lodged in the caravansaries, when in the towns; after seeing his mules provided for, he had little more to do but to enjoy himself, walk about the place, and join in the evening the traders, who also made the khan their home. His dress and apparent occupation shut him out of the society of the wealthier merchants. One day, however, he came at evening to a town in the interior of Syria, put up his mules, and was smoking his pipe beside the fountain that spouted forth in the khan, and fell with a ceaseless murmur into its clear basin, when two Turkish soldiers entered, and, advancing towards him while reclined at his ease, laid rude hands upon him. He remonstrated, and turned pale; they answered only by leading and occasionally pushing him out of the khan, and through two or three narrow streets, till they came to the house of the governor, into whose presence he was led with very little ceremony. Here he quickly saw the cause of this treatment: the governor, an elderly man, was lying upon an ottoman in a state of high fever; some of his family, with his officers and guards, were standing round him. He had been engaged all the morning in throwing the jerrid, and, the day being sultry, had overheated himself, and then drank to excess of cold water. The Frank pedlar had been seen to enter the town; and as the Turks believe that all Europeans have some knowledge of medicine, and that a great many of them are hakims, or doctors, they pointed to the sick governor, and told the stranger that he must prescribe for him instantly. He protested that he knew nothing whatever of the healing art; but they did not believe a word he said: and, as he continued to remonstrate, instead of attempting to cure the Chief, they threatened him with the instant application of the bastinado. He again said that he was quite ignorant of medicine, and could not cure him: but he spoke to unbelieving ears; their gestures and words grew menacing; and in his agitation and despair he cast his eyes around the room, and, seeing a large water-melon, said, that if the sick man eat some of it, he thought it would do him good. The melon was instantly cut up, and the governor, who was still very thirsty, actually devoured the whole of it, and soon after fell asleep. His officers, observing that he seemed better, and slept calmly, were persuaded that the melon had done him much good; they thanked the poor merchant, who was sadly frightened, and let him go his way.—He had prescribed a most unfortunate remedy; and when he saw the governor

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