wander forth, I will go with thee into the most beautiful places,—­happy in that he makes me the foremost of women—­and that he does not break my heart.”  We should like to quote the whole of it, but the text is mutilated, and we are unable to fill in the blanks.  It is, nevertheless, one of those products of the Egyptian mind which it would have been easy for us to appreciate from beginning to end, without effort and almost without explanation.  The passion in it finds expression in such sincere and simple language as to render rhetorical ornament needless, and one can trace in it, therefore, nothing of the artificial colouring which would limit it to a particular place or time.  It translates a universal sentiment into the common language of humanity, and the hieroglyphic groups need only to be put into the corresponding words of any modern tongue to bring home to the reader their full force and intensity.  We might compare it with those popular songs which are now being collected in our provinces before the peasantry have forgotten them altogether:  the artlessness of some of the expressions, the boldness of the imagery, the awkwardness and somewhat abrupt character of some of the passages, communicate to both that wild charm which we miss in the most perfect specimens of our modern love-poets.

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