The Tour

nks; it glittered in its harbours, where the blinding sheaves of light floated from the dome of the light-house; it glittered in its two main streets, which intersected each other

e; the temple of Aphrodite, on the eyot, was silhouetted in flaring lines; and over the golden waters of the lake itself the illuminated boats pressed and cr

th the harpists and the dancing-girls and a great procession of slaves in festive raiment. An army of freedmen followed on horses and mule

inted blue and gilded, with blue-and-gilt oars, which stuck out like so many swan's-legs. Caleb had had her covered with tapestry and adorned with wreaths of flowers and festoons of leaves. The sil

gnizable by its square shape; yet another and the master alighted, with the aid of his s

cried the populace. "See, he has his dream

ded round th

y Serapis send you good dreams! May Serapis load you with blessings! M

rs. Lucius had gone on board. The slave-girls

owards the middle of the lake. She gleamed with blue, green and yellow lights and left a trail of brightness in

owers' song rang ballads and hymns. The music of citharas was heard in descending chords; the harps ran

nd overflowed the Delta. The golden waters of the lake lapped higher than the marble steps of the villas down which th

large and small, barges and coracles, square rafts and canoes, pressed gently forward towards the entrance

ng during this month with thousands of waving plumes: the leaves of the biblos were long and bending over, as though each were languidly broken; those of the cyamos were round as scales and goblet-

the canal split into two branches. The narrower channel led to

rrow strip of land separated it from the canal; an

like a priest, full of longing for his dream of that night, "Lucius, my Lord Catullus, look! We have passed Nicopolis, with its am

the temple, which was lit with lines of fire an

cle Catullus, seat

the city of Thonis, named after the king who hospitably entreated Menelaus and Helen. Homer mentions it and

" said Uncle Catullus, warmly, "a

he Hymn to Aphrodite as we row pas

. Forthwith a group of singers and dancers rose to their fe

Eros, hea

foam, great go

look down

madden the go

lest men's heart

art of my lord

o thy

ken scarf in the breeze, met and dissolved in picture after picture with each word of the song. The singer's voice swelled crystal-clear. From the bank of the canal, from the open houses, on the temp

eart of my lor

o thy

ngers now sa

well," sa

her temples. But she behaved as though she had heard nothing. And she sat dow

l was like a broad golden mirror. On the bank, between the stalks of the tall reeds, the open taverns and brothels

the temple of Serapis. Not until after the dreams would the brot

itchen-utensils by the people of Alexandria;