A winding path leads to the top, and when you stand upon the summit and look northward you at first feel like the sailor who steps on shore and hears the people speak a language which is new to him.

It seems like a jumble of meaningless sounds until he learns, not only to understand the words, but also to distinguish the sentences.

Temples and palaces, statues and columns appear everywhere in motley confusion.

Each one, if you separate it from the whole and give it a careful examination, is worthy of inspection, nay, of admiration.

Here are light, graceful creations of Hellenic, yonder heavy, sombre ones of Egyptian art, and in the background the exquisite azure of the eternal sea, which the marvellous structure of the heptastadium unites to the land; while on the island of Pharos the lighthouse of Sostratus towers aloft almost to the sky, and with a flood of light points out the way to mariners who approach the great harbour at night.