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This detailed description will convey an idea of one of the most surprising works of its kind in existence. The effect strikingly reminds one of the ravine at Petra, although less wild and rugged, and principally, if not entirely, artificial.

The evening passed away most delightfully in the society of our host and his family circle, to which were added some young Syrian ladies, of an exquisite type of oriental beauty, with almond-shaped eyes of the most winning softness;—there was also a rich Christian merchant from Antioch, named Girgius Deeb, who invited me to take up my quarters at his house, while visiting that city.

Next morning, at an early hour, I set off with my servant on a temporary visit to Antioch, intending to follow as far as possible the windings of the Orontes, and also to visit the site of Daphne by the way. We therefore struck down to the banks of the river, not far from the spot where we had landed, and made our way along them by a narrow horse-path, worn through the thickets that came down to its brink. The scenery was wholly unlike anything I had previously seen in Syria,-strongly resembling that of the Wye, except that the vegetation was totally different; but though, for the most part, growing wild, it was luxuriant and beautiful beyond description. Tangled thickets of myrtle covered with odoriferous blossoms, and of bay, laurel, and other flowering shrubs, scarcely left room to pass. We had not proceeded far, when a mass of rich purple rocks, dipping their feet into the river, forbade all further passage along its brink. This romantic spot is called "the Pass of the Red Cliff." Here, then, we diverged from the stream, and, making a wide circuit around this precipitous obstruction, came down upon the river some miles further up, and ferrying across, ascended its right bank, up which the road passed steeply towards Beit el Ma, believed to be the site of that luxurious Daphne which

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