A Series of Adventures in the Course of a Voyage Up the Red-Sea; On the Coasts of Arabia and Egypt and of a Route Through the Desarts of Thebais, in the Year 1777. with a Supplement of a Voyage from Venice to Latichea and of a Volume 2 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1787 edition. Excerpt: ...were doubtless of other mould, than the present natives of Albania; pr the Romans had not a very formidable enemy to oppose. Thieves and cut-throats, they are geneT 'rally allowed to be: fellows, that would stick a knife in their enemy by surprize; but not of a disposition, to meet him in the open field. They appear to me--and I have had some reason to know them--but a second edition of the Arabians; differing, indeed, from new editions of books; as these Albanese degenerate, and are far more revengeful and blood-thirsty than the Arabs. They go armed in like manner with sword and pistol; but what will be said of a country, when the very husbandmen follow the plough, and cultivate the vineyard, loaded with instruments of destruction Is this the train of Ceres i Does the rosy god of wine suggest such black purposes, and approve of this trade of death? The deceit is plain. Ceres and Bacchus, and every rural deity, who made a garden of the antient territory, have disclaimed the homage of the present race, and denied their smiles to the labors of the peasant. Hence, as our sweet Parnell sung of a country, which disappointments, perhaps, made him survey with too unfavorable an eye, f Here half an acre's corn is half a sheaf and the vine and olive bend not with a full loading. But, jn spite of poverty and discord, the charms of nature, nature cannot be wholly obliterated. The rosebushes even at this season blush with unnumbered flowers 5 and, while the mountains above Castel Nuova are white with snow, the vallies beneath, produce the orange and citron, whose fruit is now of a golden tint. Our road to this town lay through vineyards and olive plantations; and though hilly and craggy, was romantic and pleasing. But Castel Nuova did not repav us for our...