Morning journal and courier., 1890-03-15

sea. Beyond is Palestine. Like flash the thought links the coming of the glorious orb to semblance of that undying flame of chris tianity, kindled in the Holy Land, which, as shadows, shall surely penetrate with the glory of the cross to the darkest places of the earth. But for this, the very sea walls,
 built by grooming Christian slaves, would not now offer safety to the ships of the worlds Christian nations. Bufwhat wondrous mag tc comes with this sun of an Algisrs moIn- ingl Here between the sea's bed of crimson and the awakening city are swayinR on the gentle tide half thousand ships, 6 curious conglomsrate of the worlds marine architec- ture, their yellow spars, but . moment since
 like giant reeds above the gloaming of . shadowy marsh, now pinked from tip to
 socket by the sunlight, while 1t hints, in it's
 play upon their colorful ensigns, of the fay
 lands where their waiting havens lie. These fags-Aags of ownership, flags of courtesy,
 flags that convey the etiquette of both sea
 port, flags of all nations-kissed by these
 morning rays give wonderful life, movement
 and color to the masts and rigging; while
 the vessels beneath them, from all quarters of the globe in such quaint and interesting
 variety as you will scarcely find in other
 port, to the thought, in their far coming and
 far going, are strong and impressive thread
 of circumstance woven into the wool of the
 worlds mutual relations. Here, ranged side by side, are the great French, English, Span-
 ish and Italian steamers. Beyond are num-
 bers of the odd little Algerian coasters that
 know the coves and inlets of every mile of
 coast from Tangier to the Suez canal, and
 which bring hither from the eoastwise vil- lages the products and flavor of remote and
 simple life. Here are French brigs and
 barks with merchandise from Marseilles.
 Near them are a few American schooners They will carry back cargoes of rock salt or of rags to American ports. From Halifax are schooners with cargoes of apples, flour
 and fish. Heavily built brigs and brigan- tines are here from Brazil with wheat, tssssjo or jerked beef, sweet oil, olives and fruit tropical products to tropical port. Dirty
 barks have come with English coal. A
 fine American craft has brought an entire cargo of the toothsome American preserved
 meats. Norwegian barks have brought coal
 from the Baltic and tiles from France and
 Spain. Spanish vessels are here with linen
 and wines from Barcelona. From Palermo
 and other Sicilfan ports are dainty crafts
 with flour and wines. Here and there are
 Turkish vessels with tremendous single sails.
 square built fore and aft, with sterns and
 prows like ancient log cabins. Scores of the
 clumsy feluccss from Crete and the Ionian
 islands, the chebecs of the Arabs, and the
 identical great boats of the olden pirates, lie
 low in the water here and there, their half naked Greek or Arab sailors, 1.-the of limb and nut brown of face, vividly recalling those glorious days of Barossa, booty and blood. But quainter than all are the rare old tubs from Chioggia and Venice, with the same high peaks and sterns they had in the days of the Doges. They come with the glass of Murano, and have painted Virgin on each bow as an endless supplication against every form of evil and peril.
 The strangely contrasting scenes among this wondrously varied shipping appeal strongly to the eye and thought, but Algiers city and harbor squarely face the Orient,
 and the rays of this early morning sunlight engrave the scene landward with startling distinctness. The figure may be carried
 farther and reach positive exactitude of de-
 scription. Imagine snow white cameo cut with marvellous depth upon 8 steeply rising bod of richest emerald. with base of pearl,
 fretted at the cameo edge with bronze, and
 you have a perfect picture of Algiers, at
 morning, set upon the side of her green
 heights, the sea at her feet and rim of grim shipping between. And who can rightly tell of the dazzling whiteness of Algisrsa NO WOuO0E LU6 AIh0o uoWCu ~ GAO WhAtOy
 "the diamond in green" and still more poet- ically sang of it as t'the white dove upon the hillside" Here at the waters edge are stu- pendous quays, esplanades, arches, entabla- lures. They stop sharply at the north, Q succession of lighthouses, arsenals setting in upon the line of sight, all terminating in great Fort Neuf, Point ell Kettani and the distant glimpaes of the white walls of St. Eugene at the north. To the south they r.. Eel &oT Poh where the shore curves magnihcently land ward, and out seaward again to the far out reaching promontory of Cape Matifou, suc- l ceeding which is the glint of another noble bay with the mighty headlands of Djurdjura piercing the sea at the far horizon edge be. yond.
 where the stirring French have torn away ancient mosques and fortresses and with l hundreds of millions of francs built almost another Paris in park, boulevard, hotel, pal- ace and monuments; wholly old beyond and l above, older than Mohammedanism, perhaps l some of it older than the Bible. To your right and near the sea the grand mosque, Djamaa el Kebir, lifts it's. graceful minaret | built by Tlemcen in 1924; and nearer still to | the sea, the olden center of worship and af- fairs, stands the moeque Djamaa el Djedid, with its mighty central dome and four lesser ones, built in the form of Greek cross by Genoese architect who suffered death for having thus imposed symbol of the chris~
 tian religion upon Mussulmen worshipers. Beyond these the thoroughfares narrow; the structures grow denser, and old Algiers climbs the heights mass of brilliant ter-
 races, domes and minarets, housing popu- lation as weird and strange as the world can produce, to the nose of the lofty promontory behind. To the north the city breaks away l in detached villages towards the sea. To the south, and still mountainward, stretches the villas and palaces of Mustapha Supereur. Below 1t are plazas and vast drill manuuver- 1 ing grounds for the French army. Aud still beneath are the quaint old walls and shad- owy streets where live the lowly of Algiera l in Mustapha Inferieur. Above all, perched upon the brow of the promontory, is the tremendous ancient Fort PEmpereur, where l the camp of Charles V. was once pitched, and where General Beaumont received the equalization of Algiers. While just beneath, fit emblem of complete subjugation. are the stupendous though ruined and crumbling remains of the olden Moorish Kasbah or citadel, where, as the palace and stronghold of the Deys enormous treasure was stored. It was defended by two hundred pieces of artillery; lookouts were kept from it's heights for luckless craft and signals here given or- dering their capture by the fierce pirates of l the harbo1; and it was in the now extinct ! D8lac6 Wltnln ltS WallS WAcI0 tu0 oidP oA l fan in the face of French consul by the
 last Algerian Dey cost that potentate his dominion. As one looks upon it all in this
 glorious Algerian morning time the entire
 scene is one of white winged peacs and Ian
 guorous rest. White and green and pearlJ
 blue are in city, heights, and sea and sky
 There is gravity in movement of every
 human in sight that tells repose. The sea is
 a bed of unruffied pearl. The great mosquel
 hint of cool silences leading to shadow. mihrabs which ever point to the one Mecci
 of the Orient and its restful paradise be
 yond. Far in the depths of the bill sid,
 verdure one sees where songful fountain
 are. Ths deep green of olives. the lordl!
 shade of fan palms, even the lofty empur
 pied mountains beyond the edorous valleys
 speak but of rest. As you step for the frs
 time upon Afric's shore, the sun, the sky
 the sea, the air, mountain and valley, cit! old and citizen grave, demure, eeem on
 blended invitation to endless and tende quietude in witching dreamlands of repose EDGAR l.. WAKEMAN. REMARKS.
 "You are not in our set," as the cluste, ring remarked to the solitaire. Washington 1 Star