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HOLY LAND, AND CYPRUS. 7memorable battle of the 21st of March, where a stone stillmarks the spot on which Sir Ralph Abercromby fell.Though Alexandria contains so many Franks, yet everything is Eastern. Buffaloes are yoked to carts; droves ofcamels supply the place of horses. The fellahs or labourersare driven to work as slaves by the Turkish task-masters^.The bazars are shaded with mats, and the shops contain asolitary shopman, sitting cross-legged on the counter. Nu«-merous coffee-houses enable the idle to lounge away theirtime at Eastern games, amongst which I rarely saw dhess.I found, almost as soon as I had landed in Egypt, that Imight consider my travels begun under favourable auspices;for an English ship, in which I should have taken my passagefrom Malta, had not particular circumstances prevented, hadbeen wrecked off Lake Bourlos, and gone to pieces almost assoon as she struck; that two or three of the passengers andcrew had been drowned, and the rest escaped on shbre withgreat difficulty, having lost every thing but the clothes theywore.The fate of an officer of engineers, of the name of Berrington,was singular. A fatality attended him which seemedto mark him for destruction. He had prepared himself formuch research in Egypt, had provided himself with instrumentsand books of every kind, had obtained letters of recommendationto the Pasha to forward his views, and hadΚΥΠΡΙΑΚΗ ΒΙΒΛΙΟΘΗΚΗ