My loins into my paunch like levers grind: My buttock like a crupper bears my weight; My feet unguided wander to and fro; In front my skin grows loose and long; behind, By bending it becomes more taut and strait; Crosswise I strain me like a Syrian bow: Whence false and quaint, I know, Must be the fruit of squinting brain and eye; For ill can aim the gun that bends awry.

The nymphs of Arno; Adria's goddess-queen; Greece, where the Latin banner floated free; The lands that border on the Syrian sea; The Euxine, and fair Naples; these have been Thine, by the right of conquest; these should be Still thine by empire: Asia's broad demesne, Afric, Americarealms never seen But by thy ventureall belong to thee.

Long before the child's eyes opened to the light, a brightness surrounded his mother, so that by it might be seen the far-off towers of the castles in Syrian Bostra.

Mahomet was familiar with Jewish cosmogony from his knowledge of their faith within his own land, and he had heard dimly of the Christian principles during his Syrian journey.

"The Queen of the Ansarey has heard about you, and I have arranged that we should go and see her as soon as the Syrian assembly was over.

And look," she said, pointing to the statue beside Apollo, "here is the Syrian goddess before whom the pilgrims of the world once knelt.

Instead of returning to the fortress palace, he sent his men on ahead, and rode out alone into the desert, and went through the Syrian wilderness back to Jerusalem.

To this end that Syrian Phyresides, Pythagoras his master, broached in the East amongst the heathens, first the immortality of the soul, as Trismegistus did in Egypt, with a many of feigned gods.

Don't you see on what terms each person is called a Jew? or a Syrian? or an Egyptian?

His Syrian army, from such sources as are available, appears to be more efficient than any other body of troops the Turks can put into the field, and he has them in control.

THE GREAT Jemal the Great has very obligingly done what I suggested we might expect him to do, and has kicked against the German control of the Syrian army.

Jemal was already Minister of Marine as well as commander of the Syrian army, so the Emperor asked him to pay another visit to Berlin, and he has been visiting Krupp's works and German naval yards, and we shall find probably that in the future his activities will be marine rather than military, and that von Falkenhayn will have a free hand in Syria.

Contents Chapter I. Life in a Syrian Quarantine.

Change of PlansRoutes to BaghdadAsia MinorWe sail from BeyroutYachting on the Syrian CoastTartus and LatakiyehThe Coasts of SyriaThe Bay of SuediahThe Mouth of the OrontesLandingThe Garden of SyriaRide to AntiochThe Modern CityThe Plains of the OrontesRemains of the Greek EmpireThe Ancient RoadThe Plain of KeftinApproach to Aleppo.

Through the Syrian Gates. An Inauspicious DepartureThe Ruined Church of St. SimonThe Plain of AntiochA Turcoman EncampmentClimbing Akma DaghThe Syrian GatesScanderoonAn American CaptainRevolt of the KoordsWe take a GuardThe Field of IssusThe Robber-Chief, Kutchuk AliA Deserted TownA Land of Gardens.

Through the Syrian Gates. An Inauspicious DepartureThe Ruined Church of St. SimonThe Plain of AntiochA Turcoman EncampmentClimbing Akma DaghThe Syrian GatesScanderoonAn American CaptainRevolt of the KoordsWe take a GuardThe Field of IssusThe Robber-Chief, Kutchuk AliA Deserted TownA Land of Gardens.

The soup is liquified bliss; the cotelettes d'agneau are cotelettes de bonheur; and as for that broad dish of Syrian larksHeaven forgive us the regret, that more songs had not been silenced for our sake!

We therefore rode out of Beyrout as a pair of Syrian Beys, while François, with his belt, sabre, and pistols had much the aspect of a Greek brigand.

The remains of the pharos and the fortresses strengthening the sea-wall, were pointed out by the Syrian who accompanied us as a guide, but his faith was a little stronger than mine.

The waves of wheat and barley rolled away from our path to the distant olive orchards; here the water gushed from a stone fountain and flowed into a turf-girdled pool, around which the Syrian women were washing their garments; there, a garden of orange, lemon, fig, and pomegranate trees in blossom, was a spring of sweet odors, which overflowed the whole land.

It was an unexpected delight to find the American colors in this little Syrian town, flying from one of the tallest poles.

but once a Syrian Christian saluted me with, "God go with you, O Pilgrim!"

The hill-side above it was a complete mass of foliage, crowned with the white walls of a Syrian village.

The building called the School of Christ, where he went with other children of his age, is now a church of the Syrian Christians, who were performing a doleful mass, in Arabic, at the time of my visit.

He was a tall youth of about twenty, with a mild, submissive face, and wore the dark-blue turban, which appears to be the badge of a native Syrian Christian.