Comments on viewing prints of the plagues of Egypt. Transcription: out unavailingly by women, yelped at by dogs, thrown from palace window & balcony by the basket-full, warred on by storks & [unclear word], yet swarming every where. In the Locust plague, trees were covered and eaten bare by the insects, the air was darkened by them, men were mailing up nets over house door & window, the whole picture, from foreground to distant horizon was alive. The Lice plague, shewed figures head-and body-clawing every where, some combing hair, others having it all shorn, cattle starting, bolting, plough-b
Comments on viewing prints of the plagues of Egypt. Transcription: out unavailingly by women, yelped at by dogs, thrown from palace window & balcony by the basket-full, warred on by storks & [unclear word], yet swarming every where. In the Locust plague, trees were covered and eaten bare by the insects, the air was darkened by them, men were mailing up nets over house door & window, the whole picture, from foreground to distant horizon was alive. The Lice plague, shewed figures head-and body-clawing every where, some combing hair, others having it all shorn, cattle starting, bolting, plough-braking, men worrying horses and camels with one hand while with the other they flayed their own unhappy backs. It was a picture able to set a Scotchman itching sympathetically. The Hail Storm was terrible, as was that of the thunder & lightning; men and beast dying, wounded, trees quivering and rent asunder, cattle hurrying in vain to shelter which itself was giving way to the fury of the elemental war. / There was also a destruction of Sodom by fire from heaven, terribly quaint in the agony of the people; chariot & horseman trying to hurry from the fiery shower, and felling in heaps, men screeching in horror on the ground, or with the head bowed and agonized shoulders crunched together, a downright drifting rain of fire filling up all the heaven, falling everywhere; hogs, fowls dogs & all hurring to & fro in mad terror. Throngs of people at a small fountain, still playing intensly, mid the city. At window, and on balcony were crowds of appalled wretches, in yelling mad agony, crying for not to be granted mercy. / Verily I love a later in an old book shop. Called at Dobs [177 Canal St.], then by 1 1/2 back to Brooklyn. Reading Bulwer [Edward Bulwer Lytton] ?s ?ǣLucretia ? & scribbling some little} * Crossed to New York, and2 to. [Warren] Butlers at Walker Street. There I found ?ǣJoe ? [Butler] and ?ǣBob [Butler], ? they with the other cruisers having yesterday returned. Merr
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