4 Cesar's cami*. 



eastern countries ; and soon finding myself amongst a 

 host of old acquaintances, for I had spent many a 

 pleasant winter in Egypt, ransacking every cornei- of 

 it from the sea to the second Nile cataract, I found 

 shelter during the few days I intended to rest here in 

 the pretty suburban villa at E,amleh belonging to an 

 English friend whose hospitality is well known to his 

 countrymen ; and as this was but a short distance 

 from the site of Caesar's camp, a spot of great archaeo- 

 logical interest, I did not neglect riding over and 

 giving it, as was soon too evident, a parting look ; for 

 alas ! there was hardly anything remaining to mark 

 the spot, barely one stone left upon another. But 

 man is doomed to disappointment, and on this occasion 

 mine was no greater than on visiting the ruins of 

 Carthage a few years later. Where, years ago, I used 

 to sit and cogitate amongst the debris of the old walls, 

 now a huge unsightly palace had sprung into exist- 

 ence, encroaching upon the eastern boundary of the 

 camp. In those days sufficient masses of masonry had 

 still remained to give a fairly correct idea of what it 

 must have been nineteen centuries ago, in the time of 

 the Romans, when its walls enclosed a space of nearly 

 twelve acres, those facing north and south measuring 

 730 feet, and those east and west 665 feet each, thus 

 forming almost a square, each facade possessing eight 



