agent, and would have lynched him at once.
Warned by a friend, he disguised himself as a sailor, escaped on board a
boat in the harbor, and was then placed in Belver by the authorities, in
order to save his life. He afterwards succeeded in reaching Algiers,
where he was seized by order of the Bey, and made to work as a slave.
Few men of science have known so much of the romance of life.

I had a long walk to Belver, but I was rewarded by a grand view of the
Bay of Palma, the city, and all the southern extremity of the island. I
endeavored to get into the fields, to seek other points of view; but
they were surrounded by such lofty walls that I fancied the owners of
the soil could only get at them by scaling-ladders. The grain and trees
on either side of the road were hoary with dust, and the soil of the
hue of burnt chalk, seemed never to have known moisture. But while I
loitered on the cliffs the cloud in the west had risen and spread; a
cold wind blew over the hills, and the high gray peaks behind Valdemosa
disappeared, one by one, in a veil of rain. A rough _tartana_, which
performed the service of an omnibus, passed me returning to the city,
and the driver, having no passengers, invited me to ride. "What is your
fare?" I asked. "Whatever people choose to give," said he,--which was
reasonable enough: and I thus reached the Four Nations in time to avoid
a deluge.

The Majorcans are fond of claiming their island as the birthplace of
Hannibal. There are some remains supposed to be Carthaginian near the
town of Alcudia, but, singularly enough, not a fragment to tell of the
Roman domination, although their _Balearis Major_ must have been then,
as now, a rich and important possession. The Saracens, rather than the
Vandals, have been the spoilers of ancient art. Their religious
detestation of sculpture was at the bottom of this destruction. The
Christians could consecrate the old temple to a new service, and give
the names of saints to the statues of the gods; but to the Moslem every
representation of the human form was worse than blasphemy. For this
reason, the symbols of the most ancient faith, massive and
unintelligible, have outlived the monuments of those which followed.

In a forest of ancient oaks near the village of Arta, there still exists
a number of Cyclopean constructions, the character of which is as
uncertain as the date of their erection. They are cones of huge,
irregular blocks, the jambs and lintels of th