The sun., 1881-11-20


chicfs-they arc almost tcmples-square. with
dome. Around this open space nre walls over
OF the wind" blows Freely rec over the spase' v but
the camels chew tho cud regardless. for aro
they the not not born to the sands OF the desert?
walls, careless OF the dust from tho debris OF
the fires Of the massacre days OF 1850. which
Druses from the Lebanon. weather worn and
gray headed. pass by on donkevs and horses.
The sight Of ihGm makes our Christian guide
yolubie with indignatlon tor 1t was the bad
Druscs who showed themselves most bloody
We take a farewell OF this singular pacc.
SOLITARY, vel, ,peoplod with go much OF which
llHsT! 1.I Il - i1lll1l lliill)1
warks. Alas that it should be only place
for the camel and tho trader. 1t smells OF
mysrh and aGes and :assa out Of the %, IVORY
yonder yellow wall in tho English cemetery lies
the body OF the great philosophiG scholar who's,
whose light was quenchcd, in this marvollo lous
city. to which he ventured for health and re.
san be GompGreq With the auihsr Of Of, the
:. II istory OF Civilization?" One great long
1s Of my hG,Et ;Ss ssn to stand r4sss
1t is. over that hateful wall. twenty-five feet
high. with no ingress. Must leave Damascus
pant. when in his round full being. won so
many chaplete in the arena OF phiosOphc anal
bes he mot ai% ,SaaS hing
monuments? A niche in the Pantheon OF Fame
along with the thoughtful worthless OF mankind,
Our cavass mounts lower wall and brushes
away the tangled briers: the coachman gives
bsp s s 81 Gass a ns sSns anI and w,a hs
grave. II ls next to my Lady Dighy. the Eng;
l'sh wife OF an Arab sheik: who could not riva!
another eccentric career. The tombs OF Shelley
and Keats have seen at Rome and during the
the ' gifted e Of our iiietmeDirom that OF Alex.
ander Pope TO that Of Benjamin Disraeli. But
@ @ho
OF gold. and gave concatepation and laws to the
seeming chances and inconse1uences OF human
lies here in cold obstruction The sweet breezes
blow down from dcwy Hermon, and wave the
opy OF his tomb. Around nro. many other
graves and fiat tomhs, amid the brown. uncut
grasses, IN this small Gods ncre but hts tomb i,
rises Slim white column OF marble. broken at
Amid II tho ieafy luxuriSnce Of the adioin NC
orchard rises ono elegant; stately poplar.
foliage. yellow with prcmnture decay-nnother
emblem OF the lonely death OF that elegant and
rational student whose muse OF history was
like that ~ Plato for dic,ion and dienltyl
Perhaps it does not matter where the more
shell OF such an intellectual soul rs that Of
Buckle reposes. Perhaps it was his own wish
to sleep beneath these whispering troes. under
haps his spirit. as it took it's leave OF earth re-
ioi,ei in yonder pale, azuro scarf and snoow.
crowned ROYALTY Of Hermon, and found tho
tons OF higher atmosphere. from whose
clouds OF whl,o rivallng the snow in purity
relreshment. even e ms the dew OF Hermon-th.
dew TINT descended on the mountains OF Zion"
this wall to muse over this to them .unknown
man. whose spirit seemed TO breathe in the
clustered q trees whose chant was part m OF the
pose. Our dragoman became lltto jealous
Of my devotion to the Englishman's grave. for
tho tomb OF tho apocryphal 81. George the
porter; while our oavass cast reyerent eyes
near by, as il all earthly good had lived and
An,onio."i say Interpreting his thoughts.
YES he replied and 81, Paul is gone"
Bu, he h, lYt,esm It, respond in mighty words.
To which he replies: Yes: and but for st.
George he never could have spoken or written
these words at Jerusalem. Philippi. Ephesus.
. MaIveIlins at the turn q hi. thought. say:
an st. aI nsye5 wore +. es,s
that among those who were worthy to sit at St.
Pau's feet as he sat at tho feet OF Gamaiiel; was
vestal lnmp burns. but whose combining thought
only did not reach apostolic eSalta,lon.
Paul. the eloquentJe Jew. and Buckle. tho accom-
plshed Enzlishman. will ever rest In my mind
toEether. Only one OF them saw tho celestial
anH 's ne Mind TO Ss
" chosen vessel unto God. TO bear His name
before the Genties and kings ard the children
il would bo impossible to leave Damascus.
Kader. the famous Emlr OF Aleers. whose
native city: Milianah. We visited In 1869. We
w qnasF m our w vss an
But, alas he is absent at his couhtry seat. and
We have missed TIE OPPORTUNITY OF interyiewing
and forth ;oming movements in the Moham,
nedan world, I should like to have asked
ing its efrete suzsrainty in Tripcll by. sending
2 900 troops thither. should like TO have had
s s P3pnIon a. 10 MEX Ihe progress o. tna nhty
and anxiety 10 Western Cabinets.
In recompense for this disappointment We
the hosp!table merchants and bankers. As |
evening came l summoned the dragomcn for |
along the Bsrada. where the green Meri. hon
pred In the Arabian Nights. displays its beauty |
II was n sweet and pensive evening. fitted to |
make one think OF dear friends at home. aud !
he sadress which afiiets my country in its |
hours OF bereavement and sorrow. i am not |
one OF those who are ashamed to confess that /
he teachings OF Nature not only lead me TO love |
ny friends and my country. but in n larger sense
o love the Primal Loving Cause OF all our bless-
nes. Nothing SO blnds mo IN Willing letters "
IS the silver ineshes OF oreok. and these seven
to which the 6eauilful 1ooi noon
,dds its fascination. There was. n SONG in
ika music beard ia drelIns Besides. there |
vera Oil plane trees. whose branches have
isteGed TO many stery OF the good Calph's
inc. They sprcad their great nsms in gestures
u Eastern welcome while giving th-ir yensr-
Ibls aspect to tho mellow light and ref.riing
heir shadows in the pheasant waters. We eu-
er garden vlere. along with the murnur OF
QuntaIns. We hear the tinkle OF the guitar ana
he tnruinmiRg z Of the talnbourinp. They accom-
lany srins yoicos singing thai oiden drawing
irtY o. the Orient. heard from Morocco to
iacdai. Seated under the trees are sons hun
a Il
.'ttos and ERrg les. They are old aRd Young but !
NJ grave rs th"lr t9mistones. Wo order n chi
'ouugf ma cof!sc. Eli listen. | ask the dra2e-
an What Is ths song about"
. IL - the aid love seh9." he SAYS. 20 heart
Thy loves: 'eou so tRuchi Knowest thou not
D n-s. LaL-A q !. Le,l.a Lhau linst Eaart ~ ny