churches. I took this inventory of the principal objects in Tyre with
considerable more anxiety than I had ever supposed it possible for me to
entertain concerning any country town in Christendom. I was interested
in the prosperity of Tyre. I sincerely hoped that the hard times had not
entered its quiet and beautiful streets. The streets certainly were both
quiet and beautiful, as I looked upon them in the clear moonlight of ten
o'clock at night, an hour when honest people in the country are, for the
most part, asleep. I entered the handsomest of the hotels, and
registered my name in a bran-new book on the clerk's counter.

Name.

Residence.

Destination.

_Prof. D.G. Brown,
N.Y. City.
Lecture in Tyre_.

'Beautiful evening, sir,' said the clerk, who was also the landlord, but
not also the bar-tender and the hostler.

'You are right, sir,' said I; 'it is truly a lovely evening. I have
rarely seen moonlight so beautiful. Indeed, such were the beauties of
the evening, that I have positively been tempted so far as to walk over
here from Sidon this evening, leaving my baggage to follow me in the
morning.'

'Ah! lectured in Sidon perhaps?'