Still we wade every where, in the streets, gardens, and alleys, through deep sand.

Viewed from a distance, Beyrout has a striking effect, a circumstance I had remarked on my first arrival there from Constantinople; but it loses considerably on a nearer approach.

I did not enjoy walking through the town and its environs; but it was a great pleasure to me to sit on a high terrace in the evening, and look down upon the landscape.

The dark-blue sky rose above the distant mountains, the fruitful valley, and the glittering expanse of ocean.

The golden sun was still illumining the peaks of the mountains with its farewell rays, until at length it sunk from view, shrouding every thing in a soft twilight.