But as you look upon these old pillars of stone, exquisitely chiseled, wander through the halls that yet remain, and survey their vast gateways and colossal statues, you feel that they who built them were men of genius and power.

One of the most beautiful objects here is an obelisk of red granite, more than three thousand years old, and yet its appearance and its hieroglyphics are still fresh and unimpaired. Another of the same size firmly stood near it, but now it adorns the Place de la Concorde in Paris.

A mile and a half north of Luxor are the ruins of Harnak, the grandest temple in Egypt, if not in the world. I visited it just at evening, enjoying it as it turned as gorgeous a
sunset a mortal vision could desire. Ah! What varied scenes, What splendid pageants, what age of Glory and decay, that setting sun has witnessed here. It is impossible to describe harmak.

One must see it, or the will has no adequate idea of its Astonishing magnitude or beauty. Such an array of massive gates, towers, columns, obelisks, and statues is a perfect marvel. Think of a temple including its famous halls and apartments, twelve
hundred feet long and about five hundred feet wide, its massive walls rising like palisades, and its immense pillars