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CHAP. IV.
CATARACT AND FLAME.
THO can describe Philas ? and what good would even
pages and pages of writing do to the minds of
our readers ? nought, I fear, but confusion, since PhilaB
is made up of apparently incongruous elements, each
beautiful in itself, though combining badly enough to-
gether in description, but which in reality melt into one
harmonious whole; stern and wild, yet soft and lovely
— grand in feature, j^et exquisite in detail — calm and
silent in its deep repose, yet surrounded with life and
sound — the vast white of the desert, and the deep
grey of the river — the glowing purple of the moun-
tains and the vivid green of the palm trees — the
lustrous black of the weird rocks in the water and the
fiery orange and red of the infernal-looking rocks on the
shore,— the blue and pink granite, and the red and
purple porphyry, — the creamy yellow of the ancient
ruins, so grand and beautiful, yet so arid and unpictur-
esque, and the dry, cracked, and crumbling mud huts
around and all over them:—these are the various op-
posing features which combine into the one unique and
perfect Philae; of all spots in Egypt and Nubia the one
to which, perhaps, one looks back through the vistas of
memory with the most love and tenderness.
CHAP. IV.
CATARACT AND FLAME.
THO can describe Philas ? and what good would even
pages and pages of writing do to the minds of
our readers ? nought, I fear, but confusion, since PhilaB
is made up of apparently incongruous elements, each
beautiful in itself, though combining badly enough to-
gether in description, but which in reality melt into one
harmonious whole; stern and wild, yet soft and lovely
— grand in feature, j^et exquisite in detail — calm and
silent in its deep repose, yet surrounded with life and
sound — the vast white of the desert, and the deep
grey of the river — the glowing purple of the moun-
tains and the vivid green of the palm trees — the
lustrous black of the weird rocks in the water and the
fiery orange and red of the infernal-looking rocks on the
shore,— the blue and pink granite, and the red and
purple porphyry, — the creamy yellow of the ancient
ruins, so grand and beautiful, yet so arid and unpictur-
esque, and the dry, cracked, and crumbling mud huts
around and all over them:—these are the various op-
posing features which combine into the one unique and
perfect Philae; of all spots in Egypt and Nubia the one
to which, perhaps, one looks back through the vistas of
memory with the most love and tenderness.