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Tear up the sands, and sweep the whale
plains away,
I he helpless traveller, with wild surprise,
Sees the dry desart round and round him rise,
And, smothered in the dusty whirlwind, dies.”
1 he few hours we remained in this situation
were passed in unbroken silence ; every one
was occupied with his own reflections, as if the
region of terror forbade communication. Its
fury spent itself, like the storms of ocean, in
sudden lulls and squalls ; but it was not until
the third or fourth interval that our fears were
sufficiently conquered to address each other ;
nor shall I soon lose the recollection of the im¬
pressive manner in which that was done: “ A1
lah kereem l” exclaimed the poor Bedouin, al¬
though habit had familiarized him with these
resistless storms. “ Allah kereem !” repeated
the Egyptians with terrified solemnity; and
both my servant and myself, as if by instinct,
joined in the general exclamation. The bold
imagery of the Eastern poets, describing the
Deity as avenging in his anger, and terrible in
liis wrath, riding upon the wings of the wind,
and breathing his fury in the storm, must have
been inspired by scenes like these.”
The Rusty Nail.
When Dr. Donne took possession ef'his first
living, he took a walk into the church-yard,

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