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Sweets of companionship--Egypt--Strange things--Quiet weeks--Sinai--Freedom of the desert--Crossing the Red Sea--Mount Serbal--Convent of St. Catherine--In the Valley of the Saint--Tomb of Sheikh Saleh--Pools of Solomon--Jerusalem the Golden--Bethel--Lebanon--Home again--Fresh scenes--Algeria--Hanging gardens of the Sahel--Mount Bubor and its glories--Rash act--At the twilight hour--Earthly paradise--Fair Eve--Fervent love--Arouya--Nature's revenge--Not to last--Eternal requiem of the sea--In the backwoods--Hunting wolves--Prairies of California--Honolulu--Active volcanoes--Lake of fire--Rare birds and wild flowers--Worship of Peleus--An eruption--Mighty upheaval--Coast of Labrador--Shooting bears. "The first morning that I wakened up away from home I found myself in the Eternal City. I had always loved Rome. Here I thought I might lose myself in ancient history. In imagination I trod the palace of the Caesars, and in the Coliseum beheld the martyred Christians. I pictured the gilded pageantries of the Tiber, the splendours of the pleasure-lost citizens. I saw the vast Campagna clothed with its armies, listened to the clash of arms and shouts of warriors ascending heavenwards. I walked the Appian Way with St. Paul and at the Three Taverns seemed to hear his voice in sorrowful farewell. At the shrine of Cecilia Metella I lingered in sympathetic communion; and from the Pincio Hill watched the sunsets of those matchless skies. Why are the skies of Rome more beautiful than any other? The Vatican opened its doors to me and the Pope gave me his most intimate and friendly benediction. I fear that I thought too lightly of the latter. "What just then was more to my purpose, in Rome I found a great friend. He, Count Albert, was the nephew of the duke my mother had refused to marry. We had been intimate from childhood, but he was five years my senior. I need not say that he was a very different man from his uncle: high-minded, earnest, a cultivated citizen of the world. About to visit Egypt and Palestine, he begged me to join him. His happiness he declared would then be complete. "Thus chance, or an over-ruling Providence, decided for me. I willingly acquiesced, and the many months we spent together remain as some of the happiest of my life. Though never ceasing to mourn my loss, I quickly threw off depression in the excitement of ever-changing scenes. Only in the stil
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