The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 4, March, 1836Various
History
The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 4, March, 1836
Various
American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
That is the Orontes, and the only water in sight, {236} with the
exception of the Mediterranean, which stretches, like a broad mirror,
about twelve miles off to the southward. Every one has beheld the
Mediterranean; but, let me tell you, there are few who have had a
peep at Antioch. By few, I mean few who, like you and I, have had, at
the same time, the advantages of a modern education. Therefore cease
to regard that sea, and give your whole attention to the mass of
houses that lie beneath us. You will remember that it is now the year
of the world three thousand eight hundred and thirty. Were it
later--for example, were it unfortunately the year of our Lord
eighteen hundred and thirty-six, we should be deprived of this
extraordinary spectacle. In the nineteenth century Antioch is--that
is, Antioch _will be_ in a lamentable state of decay. It will have
been, by that time, totally destroyed, at three different periods, by
three successive earthquakes. Indeed, to say the truth, what little
of its former self may then remain, will be found in so desolate and
ruinous a state, that the patriarch will remove his residence to
Damascus. This is well. I see you profit by my advice, and are making
the most of your time in inspecting the premises--in
------satisfying your eyes
With the memorials and the things of fame
That most renown this city.
I beg pardon--I had forgotten that Shakspeare will not flourish for
nearly seventeen hundred and fifty years to come. But does not the
appearance of Epidaphne justify me in calling it _grotesque_?
It is well fortified--and in this respect is as much indebted to
nature as to art.
Very true.
There are a prodigious number of stately palaces.
There are.
And the numerous temples, sumptuous and magnificent, may bear
comparison with the most lauded of antiquity.
All this I must acknowledge. Still there is an infinity of mud huts
and abominable hovels. We cannot help perceiving abundance of filth
in every kennel, and, were it not for the overpowering fumes of
idolatrous incense, I have no doubt we should find a most intolerable
stench. Did you ever behold streets so insufferably narrow, or houses
so miraculously tall? What a gloom their shadows cast upon the
ground! It is well the swinging lamps in those endless collonades are
kept burning throughout the day--we should otherwise have the
darkness of Egypt in the time of her desolation.
It is certainly a strange place! What is the meaning of yonder
singular building? See!--it towers above all the others, and lies to
the eastward of what I take to be the royal palace.
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