Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ Young Abbas fares forth to the Sphinx, to the secular Sphinx, that respondsTo none save the fate-ordered questioner. Look at that stony set face,Which the passing of many an empire, the waning of many a raceHath seen in its stare o'er the sand-wastes! It Pentaour beheld in its pride;And now the boy Abbas, in eager-eyed question, creeps close to the sideOf the age-battered Oracle! Hist! All the desert is still as the sky.Do the voices of forty fled centuries sound on the breeze that breathes by? ”
