I acknowledged the grace of the queenly Amense in this courteous
reception of a stranger, and followed him across the terrace, which I
perceived was encircled by statues of all the divinities of the earth;
and I was gratified to see that Io, and Hercules, and the favored
deity of Phœnicia, Athyris, had conspicuous pedestals allotted to
their sacred images, near the Theban god Amun.
Indeed, dear mother, this fact, and the manner of my reception, shows
that the present dynasty has graciously forgotten the conquest of
Egypt by the warlike hosts of Phœnicia. But when we recollect that
the first Amosis of the present house of Pharaohs had for his queen
the beautiful Ephtha, daughter of the last Phœnician Pharaoh,
taking her captive when he expelled the father from the throne of
Memphis, we need not be surprised at the favor shown us by the noble
Queen Amense, for, fourth only in descent from the fair Phœnician,
who was of our own blood, she is our cousin by just hereditary
lineage.
When I had traversed the "Hall of the Gods," we came to a lofty
two-leaved gate of brass, which stood between two sculptured propyla
of Libyan stone. At a wave of the wand of my escorter, they flew wide
open, and revealed the most magnificent and awe-inspiring spectacle
that it was possible to conceive the world could present.
Before me was revealed an avenue, more than a mile in length to the
eye, leading straight to the City of the Sun, which rose, temple
rising beyond temple, shining like gold in the sunbeams, a mountain of
architecture, fashioned as if by the hands of gods rather than of men.
In the midst stood, elevated above all surrounding edifices, the great
temple of Osiris itself, encircled by a belt of twelve glittering
obelisks, representing the twelve months. In the centre of this
wonderful girdle, upon the apex of a pyramid rising within the walls
of the temple, two hundred feet high, blazed that sacred gold shield
of the sun--the shield of Osiris--the fame of which has filled the
world. It was like the sun itself for glory and splendor! Oh, how can
I describe all this! My pen refuses to find language to record what I
wish to write.
But I will be brief, lest I overpower you with gorgeousness, and blind
you with glory. Verily, the Egyptians seem resolved to rob the heavens
of their celestial architecture, and set up a rival heaven on earth!
From the open gateway of brass I beheld the city thus described, with
its temple, obelisks, pyramid, and countless palaces, while the whole
was encircled by a green belt of gardens, which shut it in from the
desert, like a setting of Indian diamonds in a bed of Assyrian
emeralds.
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