The Patriot's life and liberty were granted by the Conqueror, whose youth and native heroism sympathized with such devoted and gallant bearing. Would that the same mercy had been extended to the brave Tyrians! The Capital had fallen,--but Conflagration and wild Slaughter raged and ranged in every corner of the Metropolis;--Massacre and Rapine roamed at large unchecked by "pity or remorse,"--but sustained, and hallooed on by the frantic yells of demoniac Revenge! Thousands were slain in defending the walls, streets, and Temples. Eight thousand Women and Children fell by the sword alone, while nearly an equal number were buried beneath the falling ruins, or perished in the flames! Thirty-two thousand of the inhabitants were made prisoners,--the walls were razed, and every building burnt or levelled to the ground. Thirty thousand of the captives were sold as slaves, and dispersed into the Asiatic Countries. Alexander then committed an act which should,--it has--"damned him to everlasting fame,"--placed upon his once bright shield, the canker-rust of infamy,--and which must increase from the gathered curses of posterity! After the surrender,--when even Slaughter and Rapine--the scarlet sins of unrighteous war--had ceased their havoc and brutality,--and the patriotic prisoners were ranged and numbered,--this Demon of Macedonia selected _two thousand_ of the chief Citizens, and, as if in mockery of their Goddess of the Nation--Astartē,--whose emblem was the _Cross_,--_commanded that they should be Crucified_! It was accomplished,--the setting Sun upon that Last Day of Tyrus, cast his expiring gaze upon a Nation's Crucifixion! Avenues of Crosses were upraised with frantic victims, along the shores of the mainland; and in the streets of the Isle,--or grouped upon the mounds of ruins, walls, and Temples! Such an instance of cold-blooded barbarity cannot be equalled in the annals of ancient crime,--except--_in its repetition_ by the same ruthless murderer, after the patriotic defence of Oxus in India.