We are content in paying tribute to a criminal Government for pressing upon our necks the yoke and fettering hopelessly our minds and souls—and my brave Phoenicians, ah, how bravely they thought and fought.
What daring deeds they accomplished! what mysteries of art and science they unveiled!
“On these shores they hammered at the door of invention, and, entering, showed the world how glass is made; how colours are extracted from pigments; how to measure, and count, and communicate human thought.
The swarthy sons of the eternal billows, how shy they were of the mountains, how enamoured of the sea! For the mountains, it was truly said, divide nations, and the seas connect them. And my Phoenicians, mind you, were for connection always. Everywhere, they lived on the shores, and ever were they ready to set sail.
“In this mammoth loophole, measuring about ten yards in length—this the thickness of the wall—I muse of another people skilled in the art of building. But between the helots who built the pyramids