Syria and the Holy Land : their scenery and their people : incidents of travel, &cfrom the best and most recent authorities . time of Theodosius. The city was celebratedin ancient times for its magnificent temple, dedicated to the sun, under thetitle of Allah-el-Gabal, corrupted by the Greeks into Elagabalus, and thatagain into Heliogabalus, the surname of the atrocious Roman emperor, whowas a native of this place. About a furlong west of the town there is a curious ruin, supposed from aGreek inscription on the masonry, to be the tomb of a Roman emperor. Ithas suffered severely from the violen
Syria and the Holy Land : their scenery and their people : incidents of travel, &cfrom the best and most recent authorities . time of Theodosius. The city was celebratedin ancient times for its magnificent temple, dedicated to the sun, under thetitle of Allah-el-Gabal, corrupted by the Greeks into Elagabalus, and thatagain into Heliogabalus, the surname of the atrocious Roman emperor, whowas a native of this place. About a furlong west of the town there is a curious ruin, supposed from aGreek inscription on the masonry, to be the tomb of a Roman emperor. Ithas suffered severely from the violence of treasure hunters, since it was seenby Pococke, who describes it as a building about forty feet square withoutand thirty within ; the walls built after the Roman manner of bricks aninch thick, with the mortar between them of the same thickness. Thecasing consists of alternate rows of black and white stone about four inches * B. Poujoulat. f Pococke. + Perrier. HOMS. 297 square, set diagonally. There are two stories each with five pilasters onevery side, and each nine feet four inches high. Above these the top, now. Horns, Ancient Monument. dismantled, was built like a pyramid, but was of a conical form within. Inthe ceiling of the lower arched room Pococke saw some remains of finereliefs in stucco. Having taken charge of a letter for one of the military instructors stationedin Horns, I requested some of the numerous soldiers I found lounging in acafe, to lead me to his quarters, and a drummer was directed by his officerto be my guide. As I followed the boy through the narrow crowded streets,the sounds of punishment, and the low moans of suffering, were heard pro-ceeding from a court-yard, the gate of which was open. My little guidebeckoning me to stop, entered the place, and I followed him. Upon a raised divan of mud, in the gateway, was seated an aged sheikh,the dispenser of justice, and in the yard before him was the criminal, withhis face and breast on the earth, whilst
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