Signs that we were approaching the famous city were visible for some distance before we actually reached them.

Not fifty yards from the post-house of Poozeh, a picturesque spot surrounded by a chain of rocky, snow-capped hills, we came upon a kind of cave, with carvings in bas-relief on its granite walls, representing figures of men and horses from eight to ten feet high, evidently of great antiquity.

The desecrating hand of the British tourist had, however, left its mark in the shape of the name "J.

Isaacson" cut deep into one of the slabs, considerably marring its beauty.
It is not my intention to write a description of the ruins that now mark the spot where once stood the capital of the Persian Empire.

To say nothing of its having been so graphically portrayed by far more competent hands, my visit was of such short duration that I carried away but faint recollections of the famous city.