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though sent from different lands, their objects the hideous massacres of 1860, when blood were identical. Dr. C— spent the interval flowed like water. Incited by hellish hallucinabetween morning and afternoon service with his tions, friends struck friends in fanatic fury, or countryman, Mr. Crawford, whilst Iaccompanied handed them over to the turbulent and blood Mr. Wright, to be introduced to his family. thirsty Druse. Mr. Graham, the missionary, In this domestic circle, my mind was soon filled perished here. His nationality and great with pictures of my own distant home. popularity amongst the Damascenes were
Mr. Wright possessed a splendid collection unable to save one of England's most devoted of ancient coins, several signet rings, earthen- servants of the cross. Meshaka escaped with ware lamps, resembling those carried by the his life, but was severely wounded, through the Virgins, as seen in pictures, and many other treachery of a friend who had undertaken to curiosities and antiques. For years the mis- keep him in hiding till the wave of frenzy had sionary had collected. He occasionally made passed over. But for the exertions of the excursions to the numerous ruins in the British and French Governments, and that neighbourhood. Sometimes he carried his brave Algerian prince—Abd-el-Kadir, the masgun, and allowed the excitement of the chase sacre which swept away so many thousands of
vary the monotony of antiquarian pursuits. lives, would have been yet more bloody. And Thus also he acquired a valuable knowledge of the Turk slept through it all, or calmly looked the fauna and flora of the country. After an on, as if it were a matter of fact-Inshallah ! early dinner, we went to Mr. Wright's Sunday the Kismet of the Christian dogs! school, where I heard the “Realms of the Amongst the sights of Damascus are the Blest" sweetly sung by nearly two hundred burial grounds. Outside the eastern walls, dark-eyed children in their native tongue. It near the place whence Paul is made to had been one of Mr. Wright's first duties to escape, we had seen the Christian burial translate some of those sweet Sunday school ground. Near this spot is shown the scene of hymns, which are so familiar to our childhood, Paul's conversion, which has at any rate the into Arabic, and very beautiful it was to merit of being conveniently near the city, but listen to the tones of those familiar tunes, as disputes its title with another place some sung in that deep and powerful tongue.
twelve miles away. We were shown the That same afternoon, Mr. Wright held an grave of St. George, the Porter who aided Paul Arabic service in the church which we had in his flight. All round here the silk spinner visited in the morning. We saw a number of plied his pretty art. Long ropes of brightly tawny, sunburnt Kurds eagerly joining in the hued silk, chiefly of yellow, relieved the blank service, and we also found Druses amongst the monotony of the tombs and the city walls. worshippers, and one or two converts from the At Salahijeh we stood in a cemetery, above numerous sects of Damascus.
A screen was myriads of departed Arabs and Turks—all drawn right down the middle of the aisle. good Moslems. Inside this place we saw no From the further side came now and again the broad-leaved sycamore, no dark green walnut, rustling of female garments. After this service no gentle cypress; merely numerous mounds we were joined by Mr. Crawford and the Doctor, of sun-baked clay and a wilderness of stones, and we all went for a stroll. Soon we found stretching far away up Jebel Salahijeh. Outourselves upon a mountain side in a suburb of side this sanctuary of the Believers—(there of Damascus, named Salahijeh. From this were others which we did not visit)—the place the view was superb. The eye fell upon stately poplar, the blushing apricot, the frathe domes and minarets of the ancient city, grant pomegranate, and the gentle willow are upon the crumbling old castle, and upon all found in profusion, particularly along the banks Damascus, hemmed in hy stately poplars and of the Barada, which flowed past us to Damasabounding in fruit trees—the apricot in its cus. These trees are very beautiful. Without glorious blossom being conspicious. Here and them Damascus would lose its charms. They there a palm tree shot out its ostrich-plumed are the chief features of the city, especially fronds. Close at our feet flowed the silvery when contrasted with the sterile mountains Barada through a heaven of fertility. In the and weary deserts which surround it. In the distance loomed the hills which marked the city itself a remarkable tree was pointed out fertile Hauran. As we gazed the evening sun to us. It was a gigantic plane. I measured turned everything it touched into living, it with a pocket tape-line, and found its cirlustrous gold, casting a yet brighter loveliness cumference to be from 38 to 40 feet, equal over the foliage and the city, and reflecting to a diameter of about 127 feet. It would itself by a thousand dazzling coruscations in have made a splendid round table for the the pellucid river. It a charming, knights of Arthur. No tree of Damascus can indelible scene. Yet, in this smiling valley rival this colossus. It is unique, and would and upon those rugged mountains took place stand out from trees of its species as did King
A STROLL THROUGH M— STREET ; OR, SKETCHES FROM LIFE. 219 Saul among his people. It is, however, by no some mechanic's three roomed home, ruling means the largest plane tree in existence, for husband and children-aye, and on the whole, this species seems to have been a sort of ruling well and comfortably. Anak amongst trees. At Buyukdere, on the In strange contrast moves the girl at her banks of the Bosphorous, there stands a plane side; she has a pure, sweet face, but the hollow tree, said to be 2,000 years old, whose circum- eyes are darkly underlined, and the general ference at the base is 140 feet.
pallor is only relieved by a hectic spot on either The plane is not, as is commonly sup- cheek. Her form is attenuated, and the bones posed, identical with the sycamore, which is sharp for such transparent skin; the entire closely allied to the fig tree. The true plane pose denotes utter lassitude, and she breathes belongs to a genus of its own-platanacece; and in troubled gasps. Her light brown hair is the handsome tree, found so frequently in smooth and shining; and she is well wrapped Greece and Asia Minor, is the platanus in a warm cloth cloak; a knitted “cloud orientalis, to which order the plane trees of twisted round her neck; and the feet protected Damascus and Buyukdere belong.
from damp by india-rubber over-shoes. Her Undoubtedly the ancient city owes its beauty age is possibly about twenty-two or twentyand fertility to its rivers, the excellence of three, not more. That quiet countenance, which were in ancient days so loudly extolled with its lines of suffering, tells its own taleby Naaman, the Syrian. The river which im- and, as she passes out of sight, we ponder : mediately concerns Damascus is the Barada “ Can this once have been a hearty, laughing (Abana). We a swift-flowing stream girl? Has she been a flower worker, and rippling over pebbles, and making that gurgling has the subtle arsenical poison crept into the music which Arabs love to listen to, especially system and sapped its life springs? Or, is amongst the fumes of their nargillehs.
she but another of the victims who sew, On entering Damascus the Barada performs make, and machine life away; devoted to a the duties of a watering can.
Innumerable confinement wherein is neither rest nor relaxaoffshoots sap the main stream, which is not un- tion, in order that the instant demands of our like one of our Northumbrian trout streams, beau monde' may be satisfied, whatever the and makes one long for a twelve foot rod, and cost ?” Who can tell ? At least, we gather a cast of flies. These offshoots and canals, in one happy thought : She has a mother who their turn, are tapped by nearly every house tends her lovingly during these latter days, in the city, and in this wise the Barada shoots But, who comes here? A sailor by his gait, up its cooling spray, inside the courtyard of the rolling from side to side, “like a ship in disPasha and the people. Aqueducts and canals tress," and evidently forgetting that he is not also connect the Nahr-el-Awaj (Pharpar) with " still on board and pacing all the deck ! ” Damascus, so that in the droughty summer There is an expression of courage and generosity time the city has more than one river to depend on his bronzed visage, yet, we cannot but upon for its life-giving water.
notice the voluptuous underlip; nor, alas, are (To be continued.)
other signs absent, that even this strong frame
bows at times to the demon of “drink." A STROLL THROUGH M— STREET:
Even while we think, and heave a burdened
sigh, there reels along something in the form OR, SKETCHES FROM LIFE.
of man, but oh, how degraded, how fallen.
We venture but a glance of mingled pity and QUAINT little woman is before us. Her disgust, and pass rapidly on from the storm of
jet black hair-as much of it as we can evil words uttered by those maudlin lips-and, see under a worn straw bonnet-waves over a surely that is a policeman hastening forward ? singularly low forehead; her cheeks wear the Yes! See, he takes the unhappy wretch by the bloom of health ; and her active steps are arm, and away he is marched, to sleep off his scarcely restrained to meet the pace of a wan debauch in the “lock-up.” creature who hangs upon
“Wull ee buy enny feesh-h-h-h ! ” comes a of this small personage, too, is doing double shrill cry, so discordant that we turn round duty in tones which—now eager, sometimes sharply and observe a stout, burly woman, angry, often merry--give one the idea of a clad in a navy blue petticoat and blouse; a busy, bustling body, fond of gossip, quick in huge creel hangs over her shoulders ; and she temper, but warm of heart; one with a bump knits her brows preparatory to each reiteration
order,” and another for “fuss ;' thorough of her harsh cry. The face is not an cleanliness, and a spice of intolerance for others pleasant one; it is clean, rather weatherbeaten, less particular; ever ready to do an act of and stolid looking, with a good natured twinkle kindness, but it must be done in her own time in the keen gray eyes ; and now and then, and way. We can picture such a woman, in when a possible customer hies in sight, a broad
BY L. TURNBULL.
220 A STROLL THROUGH M— STREET; OR, SKETCHES FROM LIFE. grin ushers once more that prolonged call : dress. Oh, culpable negligence and misuse of “ Wull ee buy enny feesh-h-h-h!”
speeding moments! Can we ever be forgiven? But we have watched her too long. Look Behold next, a collision between two men, now at the character coming slowly forward, whom we judge as entirely opposite in likeness himself seeing no one, so evidently is he lost in and character, as it is possible for any bearing the thought
What a start! A lady common name of man to be. “Mother Nature' has bowed, expressing a bright, “Good morn- at times thus brings her striking shades of ing,” as she wends her way townwards. For contrast upon the stage of life. One is a a moment he is roused, off comes the hat—a lanky, serpent sort of man, with “ Deceit” trifle late to be sure, but no matter, the action written legibly upon his brow; his left eye is is that of a gentleman. You may perhaps notably black and blue; and a squint perhaps smile at this, reader, but we confess to a fancy partially gives the sinister “caste” to his face, that there is 66 expression” in the manner in as the upward tendency of the nose does to which a man lifts his hat; just as much as “Cunning !” It has been well said : “How there is in the various modifications of a lady's little we know what is in the bosom of those bow! In this case there are no half measures; around us. Could we look into the heart, we the hat comes off without pretence, disclosing a should often pity where we hate-love where bald head, fair complexion, iron grey whiskers, we think we can never forget—and admire and a well marked forehead-especially where where we feel indignation. To judge withlie the perceptive faculties. His eyes are out reserve is culpable temerity." True, most deeply sunk, and he looks by nature a silent true—and yet, if it were but faithfully studied,
There is evident ability here—but, of we believe that the countenance is a wonderful what order? Without that depression of skull index to the mind, and one that seldom between the eyes, which is supposed to indicate mistakes. We, therefore, no longer withhold small brain power, he is also without those our opinion that_thus judging—the individual bright prominent eyes which stamp those who, under our notice is an idle, skulking, oilyalthough their organ of retention is small, can tongued, scamp! Examine for a moment his yet grasp the bearings of a subject instantly “opposite.” He is a tall, noble man, and his and wholly. We imagine that he will acquire clearly cut Grecian face looks calm and selfsystematically, and so arrange his daily reliant, and speaks of genuineness and indiincreasing possessions of knowledge, that they viduality. His eyes of that indescribable
— may never be wanting when sought. It is an colour which seems to alter and deepen with "Orderly" brain; and we observe, that the each varying thought-shine with a beauty organ of “Number," in addition to that of from within, and light up the white, expansive “ Language,” is largely developed. Who and brow, in its frame of dark brown hair. Not what is he? He may be a historian, or, per- often seen are the characters of this face, but chance, a mathematician; at the least we con- when seen they are not to mistaken or clude him one of the College Professors; and forgotten, Nor does his voice dispel the so leave him to proceed upon his thoughtful way. charm ; it is musical and cultivated, though the
Amongst the many—hastening to and fro, words are only “I beg your pardon,” as he as the morning advances—we distinguish a recovers from the unexpected shock, and walks tall, dark, and graceful lady, with good onward with a smile. features, and a countenance which looks as
A nurse advances, bearing in her arms such though its wonted aspect was calmness and a laughing, dimpled, blue-eyed baby! Two rosy. strength; the curves of the mouth are womanly cheeked boys prance by her side-intelligent and not ungentle, but the picture is at present lads they are, though nurse has some difficulty one of mingled feelings--one in which indig- to keep them in the order she considers seemly nation, sorrow, and suppressed suffering all for the public streets. More sedately and in take part. Yet the dark eyes are steadfast, front, walks a perfect little "fairy queen," the lips firmly compressed, and the very walk slight of form and graceful in every movement; resolute. Whatever else is at fault, self-com- her face fair and delicate; a profusion of mand assuredly reigns, and permits no rebellion golden hair waving over her shoulders ; and against its dictates! She has something to do, her soul looking out upon the world, from and she means to do it—it is something un- large hazel eyes, shaded by long dark lashes. pleasant too, but that will not hinder her. She But we have almost reached our destination, is one of the few who, at the call of duty, will and as we approach the welcome door, which is be found foremost in the ranks, and whose already opened for our admittance, we instincreward is not here. This, at least--if every tively turn and take another look at this happy rule of phrenology does not play us false—is party. It is, indeed, a lovely picture, upon which our inference. So busy have we been, how our memory in after years will often turn with ever, with the face that we have forgotten the a refreshing remembrance of innocence and joy.
BY ROBERT D. OSWALD.
ROLAND OF AMORE.
Thus I would advise you to trust not to nature.
not take away that which she has given, she will was Christmas, that time of year when the intrigue with this world's vanity, and end your
outer world is left to take care of itself, and lives in delusions and blighted hopes. I see all is mirth and cheerfulness indoors—when we you grow weary under my philosophy, therethrow off the clinging care which surrounds fore I will not trouble you longer, but us and receive pleasure with outstretched
arms, either in the quiet cottage, the fashionable ball- could be desired.
Roland, in his younger days, was all that
His mother doated on him, room, or the theatre—when distant relatives and her life was centred in his happiness. She again gather round the once united hearth to loved him as only a mother can love; and partake of the welcome which they know will dreams of future greatness would flash before be theirs. Such was the custom in the ancient
eyes. His father was devoted to his heir. Hall of Amore, which had been followed for
“Time rolled on, and soon Roland could no
longer be called a boy. At the age of nineteen many years.
his father obtained a commission for him in the An old-fashioned castle was that of Amore.
army. He was ordered at once to join his It stood on a broad green meadow, surrounded regiment, which was preparing to proceed to by a tall forest. It is now mostly a ruin, and India for a three years' service. ivy decks the battlements where once the bustle
“A youth of handsome appearance, and with and din of war was heard, and in many parts round him a goodly number of associates.
prospects of no mean order, would soon gather the bare stone walls only remain as monuments Such was the case with Roland, who, with a of bygone days. One of the most interesting spirit of animation and liveliness which is features of the castle is, that it has always seldom equalled, soon made way in descended without interruption from father to quarters, and received a name for gallantry son from the first founder of the family. which made many an envious heart.
Hubert Larelle, who was what you would “However, the time passed quickly away, and call superintendent, or to be more correct, Roland returned home-returned to bis own and what he generally called himself, secretary native place, fair Amore. What a day we had ! to Lord Amore, had been connected with | Well do I remember it. His mother wept the family from his birth, and his father had with joy. His father was in ecstasy. We also filled the post of steward for several years were eager to behold the young soldier, and prior to his death. His greatest delight was to every little anecdote which came to a more dwell upon the legends which tradition had favoured domestic's ears, was eagerly sought handed down to posterity in connection with after, and, of course, in the process of passing illustrious personages of the Amore family, from mouth to mouth, it was greatly enlarged, their deeds of chivalry, and several warlike until it reached most alarming dimensions. tendencies; in fact, his life was bound to that “An observant eye could, however, see that antique house. To that individual we were he was not the same Roland of three years ago. indebted for the startling story he revealed, There was not that kind and sympathetic look as we sat round the brilliant Christmas fire in his dark blue eyes, but an unintelligible and which burned brightly in the old-fashioned fire- unsettled appearance, which gave a gloomy place in the ancient Hall of Amore,
mien to his handsome features ; but, for all It is now so long since I first heard it, that that, he was Roland—the dear, affectionate my memory on several points misgives me, but Roland, whom we all loved so much. I will endeavour to relate it, as far as possible, “ He had obtained a six months' leave of as I originally heard it.
absence, and, as we thought, had given himself “You will have heard," he began, “of entirely up to enjoyment; but suddenly, withRoland, who disappeared so suddenly-he was out any apparent reason, he became sullen and the eldest son of the late lord. I was young dejected, and very seldom went out of doors, then, but still remember him as of yesterday, but wandered about the hall more like a congay, liberal, handsome, beloved by all who demned criminal than the heir to this handsome knew him. He was one of those being property and the many opportunities of enjoyenamoured by nature; and all the charms that ment it afforded. nature could insert had entered him. She had “His strange conduct and inexplicable diseven robbed others to make him a perfect man. position could not fail to be observed. Many Such was Roland, God bless him! Yet with were the reasons advanced, but all were wide all these charms and endowments, his life was of the mark. blighted by one never-to-be-forgotten tragedy. Roland, from my infancy, had treated me
more as an equal than an inferior. In our "You know not that I have been married boyhood we shared alike our joys and sorrows, for some months to one of the sweetest creatures and I was always a ready associate in whatever that nature ever formed. I often think she enterprise he ventured to undertake. Thus, was not human, but a spirit which had passed you will understand, as my lot was cast in the the stage of earthly existence, and had already service of the Amore's, I have always honoured entered the world of ethereal beings. Whenthem, but more so Roland ; and you will see, ever I think of her, Hubert, my heart beats by the sequel, how it was reciprocated. faster, and my imagination is more vivid. Her
“You cannot picture, therefore, how deeply I society was like a blissful dream, but when was concerned about his strange behaviour, and away from her, my soul was depressed, and I I determined, if possible, to become acquainted was miserable, for I loved her with a strange with its cause, but my determination was of no and amorous passion—a passion that the wildest avail, as it was spontaneously told me by him- dream of a poet ever invented. self.
“ These months soon passed away; each day “One evening, while proceeding to the library seemed but an hour, each hour a minute. for a book (the works of Catullas) for my lord, often thought it was a glorious dream, but one I happened to meet Roland alone in the corridor look into her large expressive eyes reassured leading to the library. So absorbed was he that me of its reality. Oh! that fate had ordained he did not observe my approach. His thoughts me for ever to sit by her side and gaze into must have been keen, for his hands were firmly that smiling face; but, even as the sun preclinched, and his eyes were wild, and he gazed cedes the cloud, and the cloud precedes the storm, with a vacant stare. His long hair in exuber- so was it with our love. All was bright and ant clusters hung o'er his forehead, giving his shining; but clouds began to gather, and then features, which were naturally of a pensive the rain fell, aye, and a dreadful shower it was. character, a gloomy yet determined aspect. “One day, as I paid her my usual visit, she
"Suddenly he started and looked scared, then seemed flushed and agitated. Her bright and recovering himself, he said, “Hubert, is that lovely smile played upon her dimpled cheek no you? What brings you here?' I replied more, but in its place there was a dismal, that his father desired me to bring him the gloomy look, and, instead of her pleasant wel. works of Catullas.
come, a tear stood in her once lucid eye. I «« Catullas,' he said in an abstracted tone, tried to comfort her, but, not knowing what “it was you that loved the fair Lesbia, but when her sorrow was, my words had no effect. Why she grew weary of thee, and went with other such a change had come over her I never could paramours, yet thou did'st still love her, and find out. When I asked her what the cause found consolation in thy constancy. Oh! that was, she evaded my question by asking me it had been the case with me.' Before, how- another. ever, I had time to speak, he beckoned me to “Several days elapsed, still there was no enter the room he had just left.
change in ber demeanour. Her behaviour “Hubert,' he said, when we had stood for altogether was strange in the extreme. several minutes in silence, we have known "Once, when going to pay her an unexpected each other from childhood. You have ever been visit, and as I was proceeding to the house, I my constant companion and my best friend ; saw the door ajar, and heard voices in earnest therefore, not without reluctance, I have re-conversation. Oh ! that my destiny had been solved to disclose to you my secret. I am sure to die at that moment; then what a boon it my unnatural and almost unaccountable be- would have conferred on me. haviour has been observed by you, but when I “Love, as Plato says, is a madness, and communicate this most terrible misfortune you therefore we cannot, I hope, be answerable for will abhor me. Nay, even day, as if ashamed deeds we commit when under its influence. It of so horrible a deed being told in her face, is a passion that brings to light all the better shudders at me, and I deem that I take qualities of human nature. To love! to be loved! advantage of her brightness ; for such an act what jocund music is there. Two hearts bound as I have committed is fit only for darksome together by no other tie than what Nature can night to listen to.
insert. A man at that time of his existence is “ • Before I unburden my soul, Hubert,' he a slave to Venus. All other objects are but continued, you must first give me your solemn temporal; he is distracted, therefore not under promise not to repeat one word you hear. his own control. He breathes and walks only You must even think of it yourself not as a on this earth; his soul rises to such an elevated reality, but a horrible dream. Promise me height, and cannot see his lunacy, which others this, for I know your word is reliable.' I not so exalted observe. But, oh! Hubert, I gave him what he required, and he proceeded there is a passion, the extreme of love, that as follows:
has a likeness in death--death, that treads