oO THE LANDS OF THE SARACEN. ing Ijetwcen Europe and the East, he must by this time have amassed sufficient experience to answer the needs of rough-and- tumble travellers like ourselves. He has not asked us for the place, which displays so much penetration on his part, that we shall end by offering it to him. Perhaps he is content to rest his claims upon the memory of our first Quarantine dinner. If so, the odors of the cutlets and larks — even of the raw onion, which we remember with tears — shall not plead his cause in vain. Beyeout (out of Quarantine), Wednesday, May 21. The handsome Greek, Diamanti, one of the proprietors of the Hotel de Belle Yue," was on hand bright and early yes- terday morning, to welcome us out of Quarantine. The gates were thrown wide, and forth we issued between two files of soldiers, rejoicing in our purification. We walked through mul- berry orchards to the town, and through its steep and crooked streets to the hotel, which stands beyond, near the extremity of the Cape, or Ras Beyrout. The town is small, but has an active population, and a larger commerce than any other port in Syria. The anchorage, however, is an open road, and in stormy weather it is impossible for a boat to land. There are two picturesque old castles on some rocks near the shore, but they were almost destroyed by the English bombardment iu 1841. I noticed two or three granite columns, now used as the lintels of some of the arched ways in the streets, and other fragments of old masonry, the only remains of the ancient Berytus. Our time, since our release, has been occupied by prepara- tions for the journey to Jerusalem. We have taken Frangois as dragoman, and our mukkairee^ or muleteers, are engaged tc
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