The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1888-12-01
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Climbing to the Summit wher. Fort,
Centuries Sit Enthroned.

Climbing to the Summit Where Forty
Centuries Sit Enthroned.
We drove in the afternoon tostle pyr-
amids in victoria, over beautiful road
shaded by double line of fine trees
Old Cheops did not look the same. He
looked small from this avenue of civil
cation. Years ago / waded to him
through deep sands. The hot sun burned
into my brain, and wore a green veil to
protect my eyes from the glare and the
driving sands. Now green fields run
nearly up to Geezeh. Said and Ismail
Pashas have left Egypt covered with
debt but they done much to improve
the material of the land As we
drove up the two pyramids looked
small to ME, but before reached
the top of Cheops, though had
two stalwart Arabs to lift me up the
rocky sleeps, reached the conclusion
that they were mighty mountains of
stone, and that over 80 pounds Of solid
flesh and 63 years were heavy load to
carry un to the summit where forty odd
centuries sit enthroned Hooked in vain
Tor two sets of initials coupled in brack-
cts which cut in the cold stone thirty
masses of others 1t is well. She is fat
and nearly so; | am fat and over so.
One flame burned out, another burning
She did not even wait to learn from me
If | fulfilled my promise to grave our
names upon the pyramid S highest stone.
| wonder if in these thirty-six years she
has ever thought of that promise made
under the softest of skies, and which one
of us thought could never be forgotten?
What boon it is to man that his heart
is made of malleable material rather than
Of adamantine and brittle STEEL
By the way, sensible men jq 80
weigh upon the habit of vanity ~
ing its name upo1 n uppyenss.
thereby defacing thel &c
sense in cutting ones name Vi atla,
Some one may come afterward, and, see
ing it, feel like meeting an old friend Ny
heart was warmed up here in Egypt'when
seeing the names of some old acquaint-
ances now dead. felt we were living
over again long dead past. Isaw Jenny
Lind's name upon the pyramid. Did she
have it cut or did some of. her lovers do
it? / do not know. But for moment
there came from the west over the dead
desert a trill of perfected harmony which
| never heard but once and will never
hear again until an angel solo shall come
to my ear from the white robed ones how
ering around the throne of the eternal.
| can almost fancy that Bayard Taylor had
the name cut. / have a vague recollec-
ton of his telling me Of his cutting it
somewhere. He almost worsliped the
Swedish nightingale.
We watched the sun sink beneath the
western sands on his tireIess voyage
around the world. We We're glad our
path did not carry us across those bleak
sands. We have not abandoned our race
with him, but we have much to see be-
fore we can grid our loins for the home
stretch. My old legs enabled me to de-
scend Cheops' ribbed sides quite rapidly.
so as to look upon the sphinx as the
shades of evening should gather around
it. | wished the boys to see it first when
the broad glare Of the day should not too
much reveal it's DETACHMENT
We then loitered about until the full
moon came up from the east. One should
see this famous monument first by moon
light. Then there is one point from
which it can be SEEN when it is not all
fancy and sentiment, which can pro-
nounce it the calmest and most original
monument of the world. We were for
tuna.e in being here during the full moon.
One visit at such time re;ays the long
trip to Egypt. There is quiet grandeur
about the pyramids by moonlight which
one cannot conceive vhc secs them only
in the broad glare Of sunlight We
walked around them SO as.to see them in
deep shade, and then again in the silyery
light think the boys will remember it
as long as they live. Garter Harrisoa in
Chicago Times.