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"Blessed be that hand," said Comrou, in a solemn tone: "we pined for riches, till our soul and body fainted with the desire. He gave them to our prayer. Baker, did not a curse come with them? These gloomy walls and bars—these ministers of cruelty !—and then the dreadful end that hangs over us, should the Cadi prevail! My wife! shall I never see you again? The night that I fled like a traitor, my youngest born lay on its mother's bosom; her rich tresses drooped over it; her dark and beautiful eye was lifted to the father, and then bent on the sleeping one; and her lips were murmuring blessings. Curse me not, forsaken one," he added, in an agony of remorse, "curse me not, my child!" At that moment the door opened, and the Cadi stood before them: a soldier, with a drawn scimetar was on each side. He came, he said gloomily—and by the lamplight they saw death in his face—he came to tell them of the mandate received from the Sultan, that if they had practised magic they should die. It was clear, he said, that they had done this; but he would have mercy: therefore they might go forth from prison, and make their way to the nearest sea-port, where a vessel waited to convey them to their distant homes. A cry of joy was the return for these words. They made no delay, no hesitation, even for a moment It was night, yet they hastened forth from the prisonwalls; with the guard, they passed through the streets with a hurried and eager step: they came to the port, and embarked. At the end of three days their native hills appeared in view; then the minarets of the town: day was declining in extreme beauty on the shore. As the vessel drew nigh, two forms were seen to stand on the beach—youthful and agitated forms: they stretched out their hands, they called on the names of the men; in a few moments they were folded in the embraces of their wives. They made no reproach or complaint, but led them exultingly to their homes, where their friends were waiting to receive them. As soon as the morrow broke on the hills around, they rose with a glad and eager heart to pursue their work, and never more did a murmur fall from their lips. Years passed on, and found the men still contented and happy in the lot God had given them; and the thirst of riches entered their hearts no more. PORT OF BEIROUT. How welcome, how beautiful, was the return to Beirout from Balbec, as we caught, from the barren heights afar off, the first view of its groves and gardens, its glowing shores and bay, the lively green of its declivities and plains! We had been long absent, and now remembered the happy hours passed in its social roofs, in its solitary walks to vale and river, to the declivities and hamlets of Lebanon. It was the only place in Syria in which we had resided long without weariness: a few weeks at Damascus were sufficient, even to satiety: but we came again to the quiet and varied attractions of the environs of Beirout, its olive groves, and verdant lanes, that look so like English ones; and found again the welcome, the kindness, that received us when we came as strangers to the land. Friendship, society, sympathy of feeling and thought—what magic is cast around you in an Eastern scene! After taking its till of landscapes and ruins, the spirit turns to you as to its rest! The wanderer at first lives only in the excitements of the way; but after many months in towns, and deserts, and tents, in which he is regarded only as a being of a day, for whom no man cares, he feels a desolation creeping over his heart; and, "like a well of water in a thirsty land," is the familiar face, the language of interest and attachment; and here also is the Sabbath-bell, the hymn breathed to heaven, the words of truth and life, like long-lost sounds. The view in the plate is taken a little to the south of the town; the two old castles are seen, one behind the other; beyond, on the little promontory, an old tower, which is said to be near the field where St. George killed the dragon. The first ranges of Lebanon, which appear behind, are covered with mulberry plantations and woods; convents are seen on the declivities; about two-thirds of the way, on the left, is the gorge of the Nahr-el-Kelb: the high square-topped mountain, tinged with snow, is remarkable from the whole neighbourhood; the Kesrouan mountains, as the summits are called, stretch away to the left. The highest point of Lebanon, as measured by Colonel Chesney while at Beirout, is nine thousand three hundred feet high: Taurus is ten thousand feet; Mount Casius, seven thousand. The quay is partly composed of ancient granite pillars; great numbers are seen along the shore at ebb-tide. Several of the consulate houses are visible on the right, near the water. Beirout is the entrepot of the commerce of the Druses and Maronites, whence they export their cottons and silks, and receive in return rice, tobacco, and money, which they exchange for the corn of the plains of the Bekaa and Haouran. Raw silk is the staple article, which, with cottons, olives, and figs, is exported to Cairo, Damascus, and Aleppo: the commercial activity of the town increases every year. The harbour is perhaps the best on the coast, and the anchorage tolerably safe. The neighbourhood has lately tempted the speculation and enterprise of manufacturers from Europe. Many merchants are settled here, who live in a plentiful style, in comfortable dwellings: for the houses lately built by Europeans are substantial and good; the slighter-built villas of the

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