tended, however, to inquire if I am a "missionary?" Monday, March 26th.-There is something pleasant in the tameness of the birds which hardly flee out of one's path. Doves and smaller birds perch and chirp on the rigging of my boat, and pick up crumbs and stray grains of rice from the deck. I passed a vast colony of swallows flying in and out of their nests in mud-holes of the bank by which we glided. Like some other creatures in Egypt, this bird seems here to forget its usual nature, and turn excavator instead of builder. A little kind of owl, about the size of a thrush, shows the same deviation from the ordinary habits of its tribe, in flying on the river side all day long. I succeeded in catching one in a ruined mosque, where it had sought shelter among very unmeet associates, in a clamorous settlement of jackdaws. It was about night-fall when I landed at Damiat, where the English Vice-consul, Surur, a wealthy Arab, has welcomed me to his house, in a suburb of the town, with truly Arab hospitality. I put the kindness of my Damiat host to rather an awkward test even for an Arab, by a sojourn with him of seventeen days; yet the delay afforded, I believe, a less trial to his patience than to my own. I had en gaged a passage in a Turkish brig, bound to Jaffa, to which port she was announced ready to sail at the time when I reached Damiat. Day after day, however, my heart grew sick with hope deferred. Frequently, in the midst of the night, I awoke and, from the stillness which reigned around, fancied that the calm necessary to permit the cargo of the vessel to be transported across the bar at the mouth of the Nile had at length arrived. The sighing and moaning of the wind is rather a melancholy accompaniment to thought in most situations, but never did I feel it so much so, even on a dark night at sea, as when, after a temporary deceitful lull, a low distant sound arose on my ear, gradually becoming nearer and louder, till it increased to a roar, drowning all my expectations of embarking on the morrow. I went one day to look for the Greek Chapel at Damiat. It is a room of a large building, in exploring the long passages of which, on turning a corner quickly, I met two lovely Greek children. The eldest, about twelve years of age,-in a festal dress, her long flowing hair decked with flowers and gold coins, her beauty of that radiant half-transparent kind scarcely known but to eastern climes,sprung back at first, but in a moment advanced to me with her hand extended. The action was inexpressibly charming. It was the greeting, the mute recognition, which said, plainer than any words, "We Christians are of one family." At length, on Wednesday, the 11th of April, the bar was pronounced passable, and the embarkation of cargo and passengers commenced, in "jerms," a kind of launches. My fellow-passengers consisted of more than fifty pilgrims, of various nations, on their way to keep Easter at Jerusalem. Many of them had never seen the sea before, and, overcome with terror and sea-sickness, were drawn by ropes from the boats to the deck of the brig, on which they lay strewn like lifeless bodies, or bundles of old rags. After a night unpleasantly passed in tossing at anchor, on Thursday morning, the 12th of April, to my great delight, we started with. a favouring breeze: "A glad farewell I gave To Egypt, and before the southern wind THE END. R. CLAY, PRINTER, BREAD STREET HILL. tended, however, to inquire if I am a sionary?" "mis Monday, March 26th.-There is something pleasant in the tameness of the birds which hardly flee out of one's path. Doves and smaller birds perch and chirp on the rigging of my boat, and pick up crumbs and stray grains of rice from the deck. I passed a vast colony of swallows flying in and out of their nests in mud-holes of the bank by which we glided. Like some other creatures in Egypt, this bird seems here to forget its usual nature, and turn excavator instead of builder. A little kind of owl, about the size of a thrush, shows the same deviation from the ordinary habits of its tribe, in flying on the river side all day long. I succeeded in catching one in a ruined mosque, where it had sought shelter among very unmeet associates, in a clamorous settlement of jackdaws. It was about night-fall when I landed at Damiat, where the English Vice-consul, Surur, a wealthy Arab, has welcomed me to his house, in a suburb of the town, with truly Arab hospitality. I put the kindness of my Damiat host to rather an awkward test even for an Arab, |