The History of Ancient America, Anterior to the Time of Columbus: Proving the Identity of the Aborigines with the Tyrians and Israelites; and the Introduction of Christianity into the Western Hemisphere By The Apostle St. ThomasJones, George
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The History of Ancient America, Anterior to the Time of Columbus: Proving the Identity of the Aborigines with the Tyrians and Israelites; and the Introduction of Christianity into the Western Hemisphere By The Apostle St. Thomas
Jones, George
America -- Antiquities; America -- Discovery and exploration -- Phoenician; Indians -- Origin
[15] That the reader may not question whether the custom existed
in ancient days of having National or other flags flying, for the
purpose of recognition, it may be necessary to show that it was
the custom. This is proved upon the authority of ST. PAUL, who,
after his shipwreck upon the Island of Malta (_i. e._ Melita) and
residing there three months, again set sail in an Alexandrian ship
for Rome; the ensign or flag of which vessel represented the
Jovian Sons of Leda. "And after three months we departed in a ship
of Alexandria, which had wintered in the Isle, whose sign (_i. e._
flag or ensign) was Castor and Pollux." [Acts xxviii. 11.]--_G.
J._
Thus escaped, and upon the broad and friendly "Sea," it will readily
be imagined that Tyrian prayers and thanksgivings were "lifted up" in
purity and sincerity. Upon leaving Tyrus, they rowed towards the open
waters of the Mediterranean; but keeping in-shore, and for the
approaching nightfall, their prows would be turned toward the West.
The first sunset of their flight may have been crimsoned with the
tints of Nature,--but towards the East, on the horizon of their
once-loved home, arose the red clouds from furious conflagration,--
their fallen and flaming dwellings quenched only in the flowing
and heated streams of human blood!
As Night struggled for supremacy with expiring Day, the sky and waters
were illumined from the raging fire, rising from the funeral pile of
an once mighty, but now prostrate nation. The Tyrian "Queen of the
Sea," now dressed in her last crimson robe (which like that of
Hercules festered her to madness), from her Island-throne cast her
expiring looks upon the Mediterranean,--her faithful, yet conquered
champion,--whose bright panoply reflected and increased the grandeur
of the Monarch's fall--which, like a Star falling from the purple dome
of Night, and its fiery train reflected on the Ocean, and both on the
same instant, as in sympathy, expire: so the Sea-girt Queen's--and,
like that Star, cast from the Pleiades of Nations--never to be found
in her own, but in _another_ Sphere!
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