Think of that--of two men running through the street to say that they had seen the new moon in a well, when every shop sells Waterbury watches and the people who passed them were driving dogcarts with English coachmen in top-boots behind.

Is there any other place as incongruous as this, as old and as new?
DICK.
ATHENS, March 30, 1893.
DEAR MOTHER: I am now in Athens, how I got here is immaterial.

Suffice it to say that never in all my life was I so ill as I was in the two days crossing from Alexandria to Piraeus, which I did with two other men in the same cabin more ill than I and praying and swearing and groaning all the time.

"It was awful." "I have crossed in many ships upon the seas And some of them were good and some were not; In German, P & O's and Genoese, But the Khedive's was the worst one of the lot.
We never got a moment's peace in her For everybody'd howl or pray or bellow; She threw us on our heads or on our knees, And turned us all an unbecoming yellow." Athens is a small town but fine.

It is chiefly yellow houses with red roofs, and mountains around it, which remind you of pictures you have seen when a youth.