Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1853-04-15
NUMBER XLIII.
From the Butfalo Rennhlic.

The Rev. DR.. Tucker, late of this city.
writes from Malta under date of February
2sth. The following is an extract from bis
letter: a I u
my window looks out upon the old church
OF st. Johns, across the street, under which
lie buried the remains of the world renown-
ed Knight Templars Of Malta. The island
is deiig htfnl place, with fine, soft air, most
luscious fruit and profusion of beautiful
flowers. Last evening rode over to the
west point of the island and visited the Grot-
to or Cave in which the Apostle Paul lived
during his residence on the island Over it
there stands an old church. 1t is very in
teresting place and in the cave there is an ex-
quisitely tine statue of the Apostle.
! snail never forget or regret my visit to
Egypt. climbed to the very top of the
great pyramid Of Czech, which is $50 feet
high, assisted by three stout Arabs. The
effort was one of great fatigue; but the sight
from the top was one of indiseribabIe sublim-
ity and grandeur. Coming down, after reach
ing the bottom IN safety, we had to crawl
along low, narrow passages, now inclining
upward and now downward. till at last we
reached an empty chamber, where our inter
nal pilgrimage ended. But the Pyramids
and the almost interminable catacombs near
Memphis interested me beyond all else saw
in Egypt. rode over the green and fertile
fields in the Valley of the Nile, now mantled
with most rich and most nxuriant veeeta-
tion-the very fields in which the old Jews
toned, and sweat, and wept, and prayed, and
from which they took their departure from
bondage on that fearful night when Egypt
mourned the slain of her first born. Riding
across the plains the Pyramids loom up in
the skirts of the Great Desert, behind. which
rise the red sand hills of Lydia. We seem
ed to be within three or four miles of them,
but rode on hour after hour without appa-
rently approaching them. At length we
reached the Ocean of Sand upon whose
shores they stand. Near them we rode over
the Catacombs, the ancient Cemeteries of
Old Memphis. We passed immense hills of
human bones, while the very sand was full
of them, and human skulls without number
are constantly rolling under our feet. Frag-
ments of mummies and scraps of linnen in
which they were embalmed lie scattered ey.
erywhere. We reached this gloomy and in
teresting spot just as the sun was going down
y = | laid my weary limbs upon
a plank in little cabir on the Great Desert.
In the morning Surveyed the immense halls
Of these regions of the dead. They are ex-
quisitely wrought, and are lined and written
over with hieroglyphics. Some of the Sar-
cophaga in which the sacred Bull was en-
tombed, will weigh a hundred tons or more.
The lids of many of them were lifted by the
Persians when they conquered Egypt under
Cambyses some twenty-four hundred years
ago. and remain now just as they left them
1t is supposed that there arc at least three
million of munmies yet undisturbed in their
last sleep, in rocky beds under these hills of
sand, besides the countless numbers burned
for fuel, that fill the museums, adom the cab
inets, crowd the halls of the antiquarian So
cieties throughout the civilized world"
DIR. T. contemplated being Rome du-
ring 'Holy Week. and from thence would
turn his course homeuard.