“The Members of the National Institute who accompanied the Squadron to Egypt, have made a large collection of Antiquities for the use of the Republic. Among the scattered remains of the Alexandrine Library, they have found a curious Treatise, in Arabic, respecting _Camels_, from which it appears that Human Beings, by proper treatment, may, like those useful animals, be trained to support thirst and hunger without complaining. Many reams of papyrus have been collected, as it is thought that during the present scarcity of linen and old rags in France, it may answer all the purposes of paper. CLEOPATRA’S celebrated Obelisk has been shipped on board the Admiral’s Ship _L’Orient_, cidevant _Sans Culottes_: Another man-of-war has been freighted with the _Sphinx_, which our Engineers removed from _Grand Cairo_, and which, I trust, will be thought a proper ornament for the Hall of Audience of the Directory.—The cage in which BAJAZET was confined, has been long preserved at _Bassora_; it will be transmitted to Paris as a proper model for a new _Cayenne Diligence_.—I beg leave to present to the Director MERLIN, a very curious book, bound in Morocco leather, from Algiers. It is finely illuminated with gold; and contains lists of the various fees usually received by Deys and their Ministers from Foreign Ambassadors. A broken Column will be sent from _Carthage_. It records the downfall of that Commercial City; and is sufficiently large for an Inscription (if the Directory should think proper to place it on the Banks of the _Thames_), to inform posterity that it marks the spot where _London once stood_. “Health and Respect, “BUONAPARTÉ.” [Illustration] No. XXXIV. July 2, 1798. ODE TO A JACOBIN. FROM SUCKLING’S ODE TO A LOVER. I. UNCHRISTIAN JACOBIN whoever, If, of thy God thou cherish ever One wavering thought; if e’er HIS word Has from one crime thy soul deterr’d,— Know this, Thou think’st amiss; And to think true, Thou must renounce Him all, and think anew. II. If, startled at the _guillotine_, Trembling thou touch the dread machine; If, leading sainted Louis to it, Thy steps drew back, thy heart did rue it,— Know this, Thou think’st amiss; And to think true, Must rise ’bove weak remorse, and think anew. III.