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I would kiss my grandmother's elder sister; and, second, as lovingly as I would kiss my own sister; and, thirdly and fourthly and fifthly and

to ask him about Paul and Tarsus, for she had gone to the company of all the faithful, old and young, of all ages, who believed in the Saviour of the man of Tarsus, and whose faith was the-but never mind the others. It was a glad faith he left Seleucia to preach. And I heard, meeting to all of us. We who had been the too, that my old friend was dead-my fellow- inhabitants of a quiet little American village. traveler in many lands, with whom I climbed where there is a saw-mill and an academy with the Alps, and afterward tried the snowy sides a tinned cupola, and a little old church and of Ararat, whose voice I had often heard cheer- grave-yard, and a pond in which the ducks and ily across the desert, in our wanderings of old geese do swim daily, and all that sort of thing. to Sinai and Akabah and along the Tigris; we met on the waters of the Ægean Sea, with with whom I had lain in starry nights on the the waves of a thousand classic and heroic memMount of Olives, and heard the song of theories rolling around us. They were going to morning stars, still clear and glorious as in the morning of creation-as they will verily continue to sing it forever and forever above that hill, and in the heavens when the hill is gone, and Jerusalem shall be but a memory of God's exceeding goodness and glory.

Athens.

"Would they let us take them there?" "Most gladly."

So we got them down the side and into the cabin of the Lotus, and their baggage came over after them, and the breeze which had been waiting for them now rose to drive us westward, and when the sun went down that evening we saw his last rays on the white summit of the Acropolis.

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See, Lucy Gray, that spot yonder, red as crimson, is the Parthenon!"

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"Oh, Peter, Philip W told me so much of the Parthenon the last days that he lived!" 'Philip ?-Philip? Is he dead?" "Yes-did you not know it ?" "Philip-my friend-my brother, dead?"

We were coming out from Syra. The wind was light and we had all the canvas on her top-sails and studding-sails all set-and were forging slowly by the point of the reef, when we saw the French steamer coming in from Constantinople. She was overdue three days, and we had no expectation of seeing her at all; but as it was possible she might bring more letters, we went back, and let go an anchor just abreast of a little tavern which rejoices in the classical name of the Ξενοδοχεῖον ὁλῶν τῶν Ἐθνῶν, and the steamer swung to her anchor close aboard of us so close, indeed, that the commander thought proper to abuse us a little over his quarter for anchoring where he intended to, and therefor he received a sound drubbing in words I think I may be pardoned that quotation, from the skipper, even my friend S- who even though the brown eyes before me looked intimated very decidedly that he would sink the wonderingly into mine as I recited the melansteamer for the merest trifle. At this the Gaul choly words of the white-armed Andromache. was astounded. He wondered who command- For once, in former years, when we had inteled the spiteful little craft; but he was prudent-ligence of the death of a beloved friend, I had ly silent when he caught sight of the American | heard him recite them, on the shore of the same ensign lying on the companion-way.

Meantime, while S and the Frenchman were exchanging salutes, the rest of us were eying a group of ladies on the deck of the steamer, who, leaning over the rail, were discussing the merits of the Lotus. They had been so looking for some minutes, when one of them shouted,

"Peter! Mother-Mary-it's Peter!" And Peter looked up under the sun-bonnet and ugly that shaded the prettiest face he had seen in a month, and recognized one of the best of little girls from that village that he calls home. And forthwith, disregarding the yellow flag at the fore which announced that the steamer had not yet received pratique, Peter hoisted himself into the chains and incontinently made his way to the deck and into the arms of the same sweet girl; for if a man may kiss a fair face ever, assuredly it is when he meets one such from a far home suddenly and joyously in a strange land. Kissing her, I considered myself kissing all the old folks and the young folks of that dear village. It was a representative kiss. I kissed her, first, as respectfully as

Εκτορ, ἐμοὶ δὲ μάλιστα λελείψεται ἄλγεα λυγρά.
Οὐ γάρ μοι θνήσκων λεχέων ἐκ χεῖρας ὄρεξαν
Οὐδέ τί μοι εἶπες πυκινὸν ἔπος, ἐν τέ κεν αἰεὶ
Μεμνήμην νύκτας τε καὶ ἤματα δακρυχέουσα.

sea-a distant shore indeed, and now as I heard of his death, they came to my lips with a force and fervor I could not resist; for I loved him well, as some who will read this know, and his grave is to me most holy. Such are the saddest incidents of foreign and far travel.

Will you believe it-we did not intend to go ashore to see the Parthenon, nor once set foot within the lines of the walls of ancient Athens? Landing our passengers and seeing them safely in a carriage, we returned to the ship and slept that night. When we woke in the morning. Jackson had finished his marketing, and we had supplies in coops and pens for a two weeks' voyage. The wind was fair, and we proposed to sail in the early forenoon; but on reflecting that Athens was not to be revisited every year in one's life, we changed our minds, and rode up the fine avenue from the Piræus, and found our friends at Demetri's. That evening we had a moonlight walk to the Acropolis, and, by dint of silver, we got into the inclosure, and the wooden legged and headed guardian let us sit down an hour in the white ruins of the Parthenon, and after that we saw the ladies safe in their hotel,

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and the gentlemen too, though, if I recollect | vailed, and the ship was rolling and pitching aright, I have not before mentioned them, and in a heavy sea, constantly shipping considerable then, with pistols loaded and capped, we filled a carriage and drove down to the Piræus and boarded the Lotus. The wind blew toward Ægina, and we were away.

And now, as we go driving or drifting down the sea to Malta, will you read your Bible a little and recall the incidents of Paul's shipwreck, that you may save me the necessity of recounting them? There is an incident in the voyage that is specially interesting. I allude to the undergirding of the ship. This is not unknown in modern times. The author I have before referred to gives some instances, but a remarkable one is found in a recent newspaper account of the burning of the Sarah Sands steamer on a voyage to India, which is worthy of being preserved in connection with this subject.

She sailed from Portsmouth, England, 16th August, 1857, with nearly four hundred passengers on board, chiefly troops, and some women and children. On the 11th November, in the afternoon, she took fire, and burned all night. The scene was sufficiently terrible, but forms no part of my present narrative. I extract the latter portion of the description from an English paper:

"The flames were gradually beaten back, and by daylight was accomplished their entire annihilation. It was not till then that the fearful havoc made by the fire was clearly ascertained. The after-part of the ship was burned out, merely its shell remaining; and now another fate threatened her. The gale still pre

water at the port quarter, which had been blown out by the explosion. She had fifteen feet of water in her hold, and active steps had to be taken to prevent her foundering. All the men were set to the pumps and bailing water out of the hold. Captain Castle, fearing the stern would fall out, got two hawsers under her bottom and made them taut; the next difficulty was to stop the water which was pouring in through the quarter. Spare sails and blankets were placed over the opening, and the leak was partially stopped. There was no abatement in the gale during the morning, and in every heave of the ship the water tanks in the hold, which had got loose, were dashed from one side to the other. The state of the ship, and the continued severity of the weather, rendered the constant working of the pumps and the bailing imperative. It was not till two o'clock in the afternoon that the boat containing the women and children could be got alongside. They were got on board, and the other boats which had been ordered off during the raging of the fire returned, with the exception of the gig, which had been swamped during the night. The officer in charge of her, however, Mr. Wood, and the hands, were picked up by another boat. During the remainder of the day, the following night, and the succeeding day, the whole of the hands and troops were engaged in working the pumps and clearing the ship of the water. By the evening of the 13th the crew succeeded in securing the stern and getting steerage-way on

the ship. She had then drifted as far as long. 13° 12' S. Captain Castle then set all sail and bore up in the hope of making the Mauritius, and, to the joy of all on board, made that port in eight days, where her arrival and marvelous escape excited considerable sensation."

This account, I think, has peculiar interest in reading the history of the voyage of Paul to Rome. We devoted the most of our time for five days to reading books which gave us some insight into the character of the Apostle. On the sixth we saw Etna in the northern horizon, and reached Malta that night.

It was after midnight, and the moon was shining quietly down in the streets of Valetta as we landed at the foot of the Nix Mangiari stairs, and passing through the gateways which opened to our polite requisition, climbed the beggar's ladder to the main street of the city. We were comfortably housed at the Dunsford in the Strada Reale, and made ourselves at home for a fortnight. The drive out to St. Paul's Bay, of course, occupied a day or two, or three; that is, we drove out several times, and looked over the coast and the spot where the tradition locates the shipwreck. It may be,

STREET IN VALETTA, MALTA.

or it may not be, the exact point. It answers well enough the account of Luke; and perhaps it is just as well to believe it. But the spot possesses no attractions in itself.

The idea that this Malta was the Malta of St. Paul's shipwreck will always be a subject of some doubt, though certainly the weight of evidence is in its favor. The principal argument against it is contained in the statement that they reached Malta in the fourteenth night, "as we were driven up and down in Adria." It is certainly not in the Adriatic Sea; yet it is equally true that some ancient authors did consider the Adriatic as extending nearly over to the African coast. But I shall not pause here to

discuss the question.

"Pierre Laroche wants to go home. Shall we ship him by steamer, or take him in the Lotus?"

"Let us take him, by all means. We can run across to Naples, and coast along by Civita Vecchia and Leghorn; call on the Venus of the Uffizi, and hear lots of news, and see lots of people; run into Genoa, and, if Pierre don't want to hurry, we'll all go up to the Isola Bella together, and cross the Simplon."

So it was decided; and the next day the Lotus was dancing gayly along by the southeast mountains of Sicily, and Etna stood up majestically in the sky before us. As the strait narrowed, and we approached Charybdis, we went into the long, landlocked harbor of Messina, and let go an anchor while we went on shore to see the cathedral and the wonders.

It was a wild storm which burst on us as we sailed through the straits of Sylla that afternoon; not the narrow passage that poetry has made it, but a good broad arm of the seaa mile, perhaps three miles, in width. But the storm was only a passing thunder-cloud. The Lotus flew before it like a frightened bird, touching the white foam caps with her snowy breast, and dashing them up in still whiter spray. As the sun went down the last rays shone with a splendor no words can describe on a mass of clouds that gathered

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in the northwestern horizon; and two hours afterward the clouds went up into the sky, and revealed to our wondering eyes the majestic summit of Stromboli.

been now more than a month engaged in following the voyages of the Apostle Paul, we had been twice to Pozzuoli before we remembered any one but Virgil! So do ancient leThe next night after that we dined in sump-gends, stories, and songs overcome in our aftuous style at the Victoria in Naples; but- fections and memories the sublime history of what will you think of us?-though we had the faith of Paul!

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sented his passport. He then pointed to his badges, and asked if he was expected to wear them. Being answered in the affirmative he remonstrated, saying that he was an American officer, and to wear the badges of one party made him a partisan, which was contrary to the instructions of his Government. He quoted international law, and tried in every way to induce him to change his determination. Finding that argument and expostulation were alike lost on him, he quietly took the ribbons from his hat and coat and flung them on the floor, saying, at the same time, that he would be obliged to him if he would make out his passport to Valparaiso, whither he would return, and represent, through our chargé des affaires there, to Rosas, that an American naval officer was forbidden by him from traveling peacefully through the Argentine provinces. This determ

Next morning after his arrival, Strain was informed by Frederico and his father-in-law that it would be necessary to visit the policeoffice, to have his passport viséed; and, as a preliminary step, he must mount the devisa of the Rosas party, which consisted of a red ribbon in the button-hole and on the hat. To this he stoutly objected; but, on being told that without these badges he could not get access to the gov-ination changed the position of affairs, and the crnment-house, he reluctantly consented. Passing through some brigand-looking soldiers called the guard, he reached the Chief of Police, himself a fit person to be their leader, and pre

Chief of Police said he would not insist upon it, but advised him to wear the devisa for his own personal safety, as the common people might attack him. Strain replied that he had

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