Burlington hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1845-185?, 1849-08-09

fingered tillthe Goth Of July when he died.
1t was slow and dreary ride down
the rugged mountains by torch-light,' says
the Commander.
AS followed the body Of my late COM
panion, accompanied only by swarthy
Arabs, and thought Of his young and help
less children, could scarcely repress the
wish that l had been taken and he had
been spared
On the 30th Of July, they sailed for
Malta in French brig on the 18th Of
September, re.embarked there on the
Supply and early in December, reached
their native land, having been absent lit
tie more than year. ...--.....
We have presented rapid sketch of
this expedition, from an octave volume of
sos pages an expedition undertaken from
the best motives, planned with consum-
mate skill, executed with unsurpassed en-
ergy, tact, intelligence, and humanity, and
resulting in the thorough exploration of a
remarkable sea, Of which our information
has always been imperfect.
The narrative possesses more than ro-
mantle interest. The witer is a well-read
gentleman, and every locality in the Holy
Land starts some associations which tends
to present desolation the charm Of past
glory.
His illusions are natural, graceful, and
unlabored, and the unaffected reverence
with which he points out the consecrated
places and glances at the events or person.
ages with which they are identified, is
one Of the most agreeable features Of his
narrative.
He has a keen eye for the beautiful,
and deep sympathy with nature. At
one Of their camping places on the sea, he
walked up the deep ravine in the evening
to battle. He soon saw indications of for
mer habitation in the PERCEPTIONS rocks,
and was tempted to plan some way to as
cend to the roughly hewn caverns s5ut
the sound Of the running stream, and shad-
ow Of the gorge was TOO inviting, and, adj
vancing through tamarisk, oleander, and
cane, we came upon the very Egeira Of
fountains. Far in among the cane, en-
powered, imbedded, hidden deep in the
shadow Of the purple rocks, and soft green
gloom Of luxuriant vegetation, lapsing with
gentle murmur from basin to basin, over
the rocks, under the rocks, by the rocks,
and clasping the rocks with its crystal
arms, was the little fountain meander.'
This rivals the fountains of Typec.-
The narrative abounds in such passages,
brief and luminous. Perhaps the most
thrillingly interesting part Of it is his de-
scription Of the southern shores Of the
Dead Sea, near the supposed localities Of
Sodom and Gomorrah.
While here, they were half suffocated
by terrible sirocco, which, with the ev-
idence Of Gods terrible wrath all around
them, was almost enough to awaken the
fear that there might be another fires storm
from heaven.
But we must not linger over this de-
lightful volume, and shall close our notice
Of it by copying one ofthe many passages
so powerfully descriptive of the desolation
of this remarkable sea. He starts at noon
day 70. the eastern shore, with the boats,
one the Fanny Skinner the other, the
Fanny Mason
"a light air from the south induced me
to abandon the awning and set the sail, to
spare the men from laboring at the oar.
A light tapping Of the ripples at the bow,
and a faint line of foam and bubbles at her
side, were the only indications that the
boat was in motion. The Fanny Skinner
was mile astern and all around partook
Of the stiffness Of death. The weather
was intensely hot, and even the light air
that urged us almost insensibly onward,
had something oppressive in its flaws Of
heat. The sky was unclouded save by a
few faint cirri in the north, sweeping
plume like, as if the sun had consumed the
clouds, and the light wind had drifted their
ashes. The glitter from the wafer with
its multitude Of reflectors, for each ripple
was mirror, contributed much to our dis
comfort yet the water was not trans parent,
but of the color of diluted absinthe, or the
prevailing tint Of Persian opal. The
sun, we felt, was glaring upon us but the
eye dared not take cognizance, for the
fierce blaze would have blighted the pow
ers of vision, as Semele was consumed by
the unveiled divinity Of Jove.
1.-THE black chasms and rough peaks,
embossed with grimness, were around and
above us, yelled in transparent mist, like
visible air, that made them seem unreal;
and, 800 feet below, our sounding-lead
had struck upon the buried plain Of Sid
dim Shrol,dpd in slime and salt
"While busted with such thoughts, my
companions had yielded to the oppressive
drowsiness, land now lay before me: IN every
attitude Of sleep that had more of stupor
in it than repose. In the awful aspect
which this sea presented, when we first
beheld it, seemed 10 read the inscription
over the gates of Dante's Inferno: 'Ye
who enter here, leave hope behind
"Since then, habituated to different sp-
pearances in journey so replete with
them, and accustomed to scenes Of deep and
thrilling interest at every step Of our pro-
gress, those feelings Of awe had been in.
sensibly lessened or hushed by deep in
terest in the investigations we had pur-
sued. But now, as sat alone in my
wakefulness, the feelings Of awe returned;
and, as looked upon the sleepers, l felt
the hair Of my flesh stand up as jobs
did, when "a spirit passed before his face;
for, to my disturbed imagination, there