B5IMi3);lf\ i.fe,. ' ,! >.,•'! Ill' . J** ^ J 1848 !J'I.'.::H ':(?>;,>;,■' ■^fillip' '•/•'•'' '•'' ■ tKL-'/'l*-'' ;'!';■: -.':.■■■■'■..■ ills l%;'I;t,^,. :r: :'^,,■ ilff ^'i^S'.;':::'-^-;!:' v^^^V' \;ip.\v** %;^^>* V-- NOTES OF A JOURNEY F-ROM COEIHILL TO GRAM CAIRO. 'L^^u/ V^-/l„^v»-^ T NOTES OF A JOURNEY CORIHILL TO GRAID CAIRO, BY WAY OF LISBON, ATHENS, CONSTANTINOPLE, AND JERUSALEM: PERFORMED IN THE STEAMERS OF THE PENINSULAR AND ORIENTAL COMPANY. "TV)'?*^ V^f ^u , Wi\ r BY MR. M. A. TITMARSH, Author of "Thk Irish Sketoh-Book," &c. NEW- YORK: GEORGE P. PUTNAM, 155 BROADWAY 1848. ettt Mrs. Henner. Jennings April 26. 1633 3-? TO CAPTAIN SAMUEL LEWIS, OF THE PENINSULAR AND ORIENTAL STEAM NAVIGATION company's service. My Dear Lewis, After a voyage, during which the captain of the ship has displayed uncommon courage, seamanship, affability, or other good qualities, grateful passengers often present him with a token of their esteem, in the shape of teapots, tankards, trays, &c., of precious metal. Among authors, however, bullion is a much rarer commodity than paper, whereof I beg you to accept a little in the shape of this small volume. It contains a few notes of a voyage which your skill and kindness rendered doubly pleasant; and of which T don't think there is any recollection more agreea! ble, than that it was the occasion of making your friendship. If the noble Company in whose service you command (and whose fleet alone makes them a third-rate maritime power in Europe) should appoint a few admirals in their navy, I hope to hear that your flag is hoisted on board one of the grandest of their steamers. But, I trust, even there you will not foiiget the Iberia, and that delightful Mediterranean cruise we had in°her in the Autumn of 1844. Most faithfully yours, My dear Lewis, W. M. THACKERAY, LQjrpoN, December 24, 1S45. PREFACE O.v the 24th of July, 1844, the writer of this httle book went to dine at the Club, quite unconscious of the wonderful events which Fate had in store for him. Mr. William was there, giving a farewell dinner to his friend, Mr. James (now Sir James). These two asked Mr. Titmarsh to join company with them, and the conver- sation naturally fell upon the tour Mr. James was about to take. The Peninsular and Oriental Company had arranged an excursion in the Mediterranean, by which, in the space of a couple of months, as many men and cities were to be seen as Ulysses surveyed and noted in ten years. Malta, Athens, Smyrna, Constantinople, Jerusalem, Cairo, were to be visited, and everybody was to be back in London by Lord Mayor s-day. The idea of beholding these famous places inflamed Mr. Titmarsh's mind ; and the charms of such a journey were eloquently impressed upon him by Mr. James. " Come," said that kind and hospitable gentleman, " and make one of my family party ; in all your life you will never probably have a chance again to see so much in so short a time. Consider — it is as easy as a journey to Paris or to Baden." Mr. Titmarsh considered all these things ; but also the difficulties of the situation : he had but six-and- thirty hours to get ready for so portentous a journey — he had engage- ments at home — finally, could he afford it? In spite of these objections, however, with every glass of claret the enthusiasm somehow rose, and the difficulties vanished. PREFACE. But when Mr. James, to crown all, said he had no doubt that his friends, the Directors of the Peninsular and Oriental Company, would make Mr. Titmarsh the present of a berth for the voyage, all objections ceased on his part : to break his outstanding engagements — to write letters to his amazed family, stating that they were not to expect him at dinner on Saturday fortnight, as he would be at Jerusalem on that day—to purchase eighteen shirts and lay in a sea stock of Russia ducks, — was the work of four-and-twenty hours ; and on the 26th of July, the Lady Mary Wood was sailing from Southampton with the " subject of the present me- moir," quite astonished to find himself one of the passengers on board. These important statements are made partly to convince some incredulous friends — who insist still that the writer never went abroad at all, and wrote the following pages, out of pure fancy, in retirement at Putney ; but mainly, to give him an opportunity of thanking the Directors of the Company in question for a delightful excursion. It was one so easy, so charming, and I think profitable — it leaves such a store of pleasant recollections for after days — and creates so many new sources of interest (a new^spaper letter from Bey rout, or Malta, or Algiers, has twice the interest now that it. had formerly), — that I can't but recommend all persons who have time and means to make a similar journey — vacation idlers to extend their travels and pursue it ; above ail, young, well-educated men entering life, to take this course, we will say, after that at college ; and, having their book-learning fresh in their minds, see the living people and their cities, and the actual aspect of Nature, along the faxnous shores of the Medi- terranean. CONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER I.—VIGO 1 Vigo— Thoughts at Sea— Sight of Land— Vigo — Spanish Ground — Spanish Troops — Passagero. CHAPTER II.— LISBON AND CADIZ 8 Lisbon — The Belem Road— A School — Landscape— Palace of Ne- cessidades — Cadiz — The Rock. CHAPTER III.— THE LADY MARY WOOD 18 British Lions — Travelling Friends — Bishop, No. 2 — Good bye, Bishop— The Meek Lieutenant— Lady Mary Wood. CHAPTER IV.— GIBRALTAR 25 Gibraltar— Mess-Room Gossip — Military Horticulture — All's Well — A Release — Gibraltar — Malta — Religion and Nobility — Malta Relics — The Lazaretto — Death in the Lazaretto. CHAPTER v.— ATHENS 38 Reminiscences of ruTrrw— The Peiraeus — Landscape — Basileus — England for ever — Classic Remains — tv^ttu) again. CHAPTER VI.— SMYRNA-FIRST GLIMPSES OF THE EAST 47 First Emotions — The Bazaar — A Bastinado — Women — The Cara- van Bridge — Smyrna — The Whistler. CHAPTER VII —CONSTANTINOPLE 56 Constantinople — Caiques— Eothen's Misseri — A Turkish Bath — Constantinople — His Highness the Sultan — Ich mochte nicht der Sultan Seyn — A Subject for a Ghazul — The Child Murderer — Turkish Children— Modesty— The Seraglio— The Sultana's Puffs — The Sublime Porte— The Schoolmaster in Constantinople. CHAPTER VIII.— RHODES 73 Jew Pilgrims — Jew Bargaining — Relics of Chivalry — Mahometan- ism Bankrupt — A Dragoman — A Fine Day — Rhodes. CONTENTS. PAGE CHAPTER IX.— THE WHITE SQUALL 86 CHAPTER X.— TELMESSUS— BEYROUT 91 Telmessus— Halil Pasha— Beyrout— A Portrait — A Ball on Board — A Syrian Prince. CHAPTER XL— A DAY AND NIGHT IN SYRIA 99 Landing at Jafia— Jaffa— The Cadi of Jaffa— The Cadi's Divan— A Night Scene at Jaffa— Syrian Night's Entertainments. CHAPTER XII.— FROM JAFFA TO JERUSALEM 107 A Cavalcade — iMarching Order — A Tournament — Ramleh — Road- side Sketches — Rencontres — Abou Gosh — Night before Jerusalem. CHAPTER XIII.— JERUSALEM 116 A Pillar of the Church — Quarters — Jewish Pilgrims — Jerusalem Jews — English Service — Je^vish History — The Church of the Se- pulchre — The Porch of the Sepulchre — Greek and Latin Legends —The Church of the Sepulchre— Bethlehem — The Latin Convent — The American Consul — Subjects for Sketching — Departure— A Day's March — Ramleh. CHAPTER XIV.— FROM JAFFA TO ALEXANDRIA 136 Bill of Fare — From Jaffa to Alexandria. CHAPTER XV.— TO CAIRO 143 The Nile— First Sight of Cheops— The Ezbekieh— The Hotel d'Orient — The Conqueror Waghorn — Architecture — The Chief of the Hag — A Street Scene — Arnaoots — A Gracious Prince — The Screw-propeller in Egypt — The " Rint" in Egypt — The Maligned Orient — The " Sex" — Subjects for Painters — Slaves — x-^ Hyde Park Moslem — Glimpses of the Harem — An Eastern Acquaintance — An Egyptian Dinner — Life in the Desert — From the Top of the PyTa- mid — Groups for Landscape— Pigmies and Pyramids— Things to think of — Finis. A JOURNEY FROM CORNHILL TO CAIRO VIGO. The sun brought all the sick peo^ie out of their berths this morn- ing, and the indescribable moans and noises which had been issu- ing from behind the fine painted doors on each side of the cabin happily ceased. Long before sunrise, I had the good fortune to discover that it was no longer necessary to maintain the horizon- tal posture, and, the very instant this truth was apparent, came on deck, at two o'clock in the morning, to see a noble full moon sink- ing westward, and millions of the most brilliant stars shining overhead. The night was so serenely pure, that you saw them in magnificent airy perspective : the blue sky around and over them, and other more distant orbs sparkling above, till they glit- tered away faintly into the immeasurable distance. The ship went rolling over a heavy, sweltering, calm sea. The breeze was a warm and soft one ; quite different to the rigid air we had left behind us, two days since, off the Isle of Wight. The bell kept tolling its half hours, and the mate explained the mystery of watch and dog-watch. The sight of that noble scene cured all the woes and discomfit- ures of sea-sickness at once, and if there were any need to com- municate such secrets to the public, one might tell of much more good that the pleasant morning-watch effected ; but there are a 2 A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. set of emotions about which a man had best be shy of talking lightly, — and the feelings excited by contemplating this vast, mag- nificent, harmonious Nature are among these. The view of it inspires a delight and ecstasy which is not only hard to describe, but M'hich has something secret in it that a man should not utter loudly. Hope, memory, humility, tender yearnings towards dear friends, and inexpressible love and reverence towards the power which created the infinite universe blazing above eternally, and the vast ocean shining and rolling around — fill the heart with a solemn, humble happiness, that a person dwelling in a city has rarely occasion to enjoy. They are coming away from London parties at this time : the dear little eyes are closed in sleep under mother's wing. How far off city cares and pleasures appear to be ! how small and mean they seem, dwindling out of sight before this magnificent brightness of Nature ! But the best thoughts only grow- and strengthen under it. Heaven shines above, and the humbled spirit looks up reverently towards that boundless as- pect of wisdom and beauty. You are at home, and with all at rest there, however far away they may be ; and through the dis- tance the heart broods over them, bright and wakeful like yonder peaceful stars overhead. The day w^as as fine and calm as the night ; at seven bells, sud- denly a bell began to toll very much like that of a country church, and on going on deck we found an awning raised, a desk with a flag flung over it close to the compass, and the ship's company and passengers assembled there to hear the captain read the ser- vice in a manly respectful voice. This, too, was a novel and touching sight to me. Peaked ridges of purple mountains rose to the left of the ship, — Finisterre and the coast of Gallicia. The sky above was cloudless and shining ; the vast dark ocean smiled peacefully round about, and the ship went roiling over it, as the people within were praising the I\Iaker of all. In honor of the day, it was announced that the passengers would be regaled with champagne at dinner ; and accordingly that exhilarating liquor was served out in decent profusion, the company drinking the captain's health with the customary ora- VIGO. 3 lions of compliment and acknowledgment. This feast was scarcely ended, when we found ourselves rounding the headland into Vigo Bay, passing a grim and tall island of rocky mountains which lies in the centre of the bay. Whether it is that the sight of land is always welcome to weary mariners, after the perils and annoyances of a voyage of three days, or whether the place is in itself extraordinarily beautiful, need not be argued ; but I have seldom seen anything more charming than the amphitheatre of noble hills into which the ship now came — all the features of the landscape being lighted up with a wonderful clearness of air, which rarely adorns a view in our country. The sun had not yet set, but over the town and lofty rocky castle of Vigo a great ghost of a moon was faintly visible, which blazed out brighter and brighter as the superior luminary retired behind the purple mountains of the headland to rest. Before the general back-ground of waving heights which encompassed the bay, rose a second semicircle of undulat- ing hills, as cheerful and green as the mountains behind them were grey and solemn. Farms and gardens, convent towers, white villages and churches, and buildings that no doubt were hermitages once, upon the sharp peak of the hills, shone brightly in the sun. The sight was delightfully cheerful, animated, and pleasing. Presently the captain roared out the magic words, " Stop her !" and the obedient vessel came to a stand-still, at some three hun- dred yards from the little town, with its white houses clambering up a rock, defended by the superior mountain whereon the castle stands. Numbers of people, arrayed in various brilliant colors of red, were standing on the sand close by the tumbling, shining, purple waves : and there we beheld, for the first time, the royal red and yellow standard of Spain floating on its own ground, under the guardianship of a light blue sentinel, whose musket glittered in the sun. Numerous boats were seen, incontinently, to put off from the little shore. And now our attention was withdrawn from the land to a sight of great splendor on board. This was Lieutenant Bundy, the guardian of her Majesty's mails, who issued from his cabin in his long swallow-tailed coat, with anchor buttons ; his sabre clatter- A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. ing between his legs ; a magnificent shirt-collar, of several inches in height, rising round his good-humored sallow face ; and above it a cocked hat, that shone so, I thought it was made of polished tin (it may have been that or oilskin), handsomely laced with black worsted, and ornamented with a shining gold cord. A lit- tle squat boat, rowed by three ragged gallegos, came bouncing up to the ship. Into this Mr. Bundy and her Majesty's royal mail embarked with much majesty ; and in the twinkling of an eye, the royal standard of England, about the size of a pocket- handkerchief, — and at the bows of the boat, the man-of-war's pen- nant, being a strip of bunting considerably under the value of a farthing, — streamed out. ^ " They know that flag, sir," said the good-natured old tar, quite solemnly, in the evening afterwards : " they respect it, sir." The authority of her Majesty's lieutenant on board the steamer is stated to be so tremendous, that he may order it to stop, to move, to go larboard, starboard, or what you will ; and the cap- tain dare only disobey him, suo periculo. It was agreed that a party of us should land for half an hour, and taste real Spanish chocolate on Spanish ground. We followed Lieutenant Bundy, but humbly in the provider's boat ; that officer going on shore to purchase fresh eggs, milk for tea (in place of the slimy substitute of whipped yolk of egg, which we had been using for our morning and evening meal), and, if possible, oys- ters, for which it is said the rocks of Vigo are famous. It was low tide, and the boat could not get up to the dry shore. Hence it was necessary to take advantage of the offers of sundry gallegos, who rushed barelegged into the water, to land on their shoulders. The approved method seems to be, to sit upon one shoulder only, holding on by the porter's whiskers ; and though some of our party were of the tallest and fattest men whereof our race is composed, and their living sedans exceedingly meagre and small, yet all were landed without accident upon the juicy sand, and forthwith surrounded by a host of mendicants, screaming — " I say, sir ! penny, sir ! I say, English ! tarn your ays ! penny !" in all voices, from extreme youth to the most lousy and venera- ble old age. When it is said that these beggars were as ragged SPANISH GROUND. as those of Ireland, and still more voluble, the Irish traveller will be able to form an opinion of their capabilities. Through this crowd we passed up some steep rocky steps, through a little low gate, where, in a little guard-house and bar- rack, a few dirty little sentinels were keeping a dirty little guard ; and by low-roofed, whitewashed houses, with balconies, and women in them, — the very same women, with the very same head clothes, and yellow fans and eyes, at once sly and solemn, which Murillo painted, — by a neat church into which we took a peep, and, finally, into the Plaza del Constitucion, or grand place of the town, which may be about as big as that pleasing square, Pump Court, Temple. We were taken to an inn, of which I forget the name, and were shown from one chamber and story to another, till we arrived at that apartment where the real Spanish chocolate was finally to be served out. All these rooms were as clean as scrubbing and whitewash could make them ; with sim- ple French prints (with Spanish titles) on the walls ; a few rick- etty half-finished articles of furniture ; and, finally, an air of ex- tremely respectable poverty. A jolly, black-eyed, yellow-shawled Dulcinea conducted us through the apartment, and provided us with the desired refreshment. Sounds of clarions drew our eyes to the Place of the Constitu- tion ; and, indeed, I had forgotten to say, that that majestic square was filled with military, with exceedingly small firelocks, the men ludicrously young and diminutive for the most part, in a uniform at once cheap and tawdry, — like those supplied to the warriors at Astley's, or from still humbler theatrical wardrobes: indeed, the whole scene was just like that of a little theatre ; the houses curiously small, with arcades and balconies, out of which looked women apparently a great deal too big for the chambers they inhabited ; the warriors were in ginghams, cot- tons, and tinsel ; the officers had huge epaulets of sham silver lace drooping over their bosoms, and looked as if they were attired at a very small expense. Only the general — the captain-general (Pooch, they told us, was his name : I know not how 't is written in Spanish) — was well got up, with a smart hat, a real feather, huge stars glittering on his portly chest, and tights and boots of the first order. Presently, after a good deal of trumpeting, the little A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. men marched off the place, Pooch and his staff coming into the very inn in which we were awaiting our chocolate. Then we had an opportunity of seeing some of the civilians of the town. Three or four ladies passed, with fan and mantle ; to them came three or four dandies, dressed smartly in the French fashion, with strong Jewish physiognomies. There was one, a solemn lean fellow in black, with his collars extremely turned over, and holding before him a long ivory-tipped ebony cane, who tripped along the little place with a solemn smirk, which gave one an indescribable feeling of the truth of Gil Bias, and of those delightful bachelors and licentiates who have ap- peared to us all in our dreams. In fact we were but half an hour in this little queer Spanish town ; and it appears like a dream, too, or a little show got up to amuse us. Boom ! the gun fired at the end of the funny little entertainment. The women and the balconies, the beggars and the walking Murillos, Pooch and the little soldiers in tinsel, dis- appeared, and were shut up in their box again. Once more we were carried on the beggars' shoulders out of the shore, and we found ourselves again in the great stalwart roast-beef world ; the stout British steamer bearing out of the bay, whose purple waters had grown more purple. The sun had set by this time, and the moon above was twice as big and bright as our degenerate moons are. The provider had already returned with his fresh stores, and Bundy's tin hat was popped into its case, and he walking the deck of the packet denuded of tails. As we went out of the bay, occurred a little incident with which the great incidents of the day may be said to wind up. We saw before us a little ves- sel, tumbling and plunging about in the dark waters of the bay, with a bright light beaming from the mast. It made for us at about a couple of miles from the town, and came close up, flouncing and bobbing in the very jaws of the paddle, which looked as if it would have seized and twirled round the little boat and its light, and destroyed them for ever and ever. All the passengers, of course, came crowding to the ship's side to look at the bold little boat. PASSAGERO " I SAY !" howled a man ; " I say ! — a word ! — I say ! Pas- sage ro ! Passagero! Passage-e-ro !" We were two hundred yards ahead by this time. " Go on," says the captain. " You may stop if you like," says Lieutenant Bundy, exerting his tremendous responsibility. It is evident that the lieutenant has a soft heart, and felt for the poor devil in the boat who was howling so piteously " Passagero !" But the captain was resolute. His duty was not to take the man up. He was evidently an irregular customer — some one trying to escape, possibly. The lieutenant turned away, but did not make any further hints. The captain was right ; but we all felt somehow disap- pointed, and looked back wistfully at the little boat, jumping up and down far astern now ; the poor little light shining in vain, and the poor wretch within screaming out in the most heart-rend- ing accents a last faint, desperate — " I say ! Passagero-o !" We all went down to tea rather melancholy ; but the new milk, in the place of that abominable whipped-egg, revived us again ; and so ended the great events on board the " Lady Jane Wood " steamer, on the 25th August, 1844. A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. 11. LISBON . C ADIZ . A GREAT misfortune which befalls a man who has but a single day to stay in a town, is that fatal duty which superstition entails upon him of visiting the chief lions of the city in which he may happen to be. You must go though the ceremony, however much you may sigh to avoid it ; and however much you know that the lions in one capital roar very much like the lions in another ; that the churches are more or less large and splendid ; the pa- laces pretty spacious, all the world over ; and that there is scarcely a capital city in this Europe but has its pompous bronze statue or two of some periwigged, hook-nosed emperor, in a Roman habit, waving his bronze baton on his broad-flanked brazen charger. We only saw these state old lions in Lisbon, whose roar has long since ceased to frighten one. First we went to the church of St. Roch, to see a famous piece of mosaic work there. It is a fa- mous work of art, and was bought by I don't know what king, for I don't know how much money. All this information may be perfectly relied on, though the fact is we did not see the mo- saic work ; the sacristan, who guards it, was yet in bed ; and it was veiled from our eyes in a side chapel by great dirty damask curtains, which could not be removed, except when the sacristan's toilette was done, and at the price of a dollar. So we were spared this mosaic exhibition ; and I think I always feel relieved when such an event occurs. I feel I have done my duty in com- ing to see the enormous animal — if he is not at home, Virtute med me, ^c, — we have done our best, and mortal can do no more. In order to reach that church of the forbidden mosaic, we had sweated up several most steep and dusty streets — hot and dusty, although it was but nine o'clock in the morning. Thence the guide conducted us into some little dusty-powdered gardens, in LISBON. which the people make believe to enjoy the verdure, and whence you look over a great part of the arid, dreary, stony city. There was no smoke, as in honest London, only dust — dust over the gaunt houses and the dismal yellow strips of gardens. Many churches were there, and tall, half-baked looking public edifices, that had a dry, uncomfortable, earthquaky look, to my idea. The ground-floors of the spacious houses by which we passed, seemed the coolest and pleasantest portions of the mansion. They were cellars or warehouses, for the m.ost part, in which white-jacketted clerks sat smoking easy cigars. The streets were plastered with placards of a bull-fight, to take place the next evening (there was no opera at that season) ; but it was not a real Spanish tauroma- chy — only a theatrical combat, as you could see by the picture, in which the horseman was cantering off at three miles an hour, the bull tripping after him with tips to his gentle horns. Mules interminable, and almost all excellently sleek and handsome, were pacing down every street : here and there, but later in the day, came clattering along a smart rider, on a prancing Spanish horse ; and in the afternoon a few families might be seen in the queerest, old-fashioned little carriages, drawn by their jolly mules, and swinging between, or rather before, enormous wheels. The churches I saw were of the florid periwig architecture — 1 mean, of that pompous, cauliflower-kind-of-ornament, which was the fashion in Louis the Fifteenth's time, at which unlucky pe riod a building mania seems to have seized upon many of the monarchs of Europe, and innumxcrable public edifices were erected. It seems to me to have been the period in all history when society was the least natural, and perhaps the most disso- lute ; and I have always fancied that the bloated artificial forms of the architecture partake of the social disorganization of the time. Who can respect a simpering ninny, grinning in a Roman dress and a full-bottomed wig, who is made to pass off for a hero ; or a fat woman in a hoop, and of a most doubtful virtue, who leers at you as a goddess ? In the palaces which we saw, several court-allegories were represented, which, atrocious as they were in point of art, might yet serve to attract the regard of the moral- izer. There were Faith, Hope, and Charity restoring Don John to the arms of his happy Portugal : there were Virtue, Valor, and 2* 10 A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. Victory saluting Don Emanuel : Reading, Writing, and Arith- metic (for what I know, or some mythologic nymphs) dancing before Don Miguel — the picture is there still, at the Ajuda ; and, ah, me ! where is poor Mig '?. Well, it is these state lies and ceremonies that we persist in going to see ; whereas a man would have a much better insight into Portuguese manners, by planting himself at a corner, like yonder beggar, and watching the real transactions of the day. A drive to Belem is the regular route practised by the traveller who has to make only a short stay, and accordingly a couple of carriages were provided for our party, and we were driven through the long merry street of Belem, peopled by endless strings of mules, — by thousands of gallegos, with water-barrels on their shoulders, or lounging by the fountains to hire, — by the Lisbon and Belem omnibuses, with four mules, jingling along at a good pace ; and it seemed to me to present a far more lively and cheerful, though not so regular, appearance as the stately quarters of the city we had left behind us. The little shops were at full work — the men brown, well-dressed, manly, and handsome : so much cannot, I am sorry to say, be said for the ladies, of whom, with every anxiety to do so, our party could not perceive a single good-looking specimen all day. The noble blue Tagus accompanies you all along these three miles of busy, plea- sant street, whereof the chief charm, as I thought, was its look of genuine business — that appeai'ance of comfort which the cleverest court-architect never knows how to give. The carriages (the canvas one with four seats and the chaise in which I drove) were brought suddenly up to a gate with the royal arms over it ; and here we were introduced to as queer an exhibition as the eye has often looked on. This was the state- carriage house, where there is a museum of huge, old, tumble- down, gilded coaches of the last century, lying here, mouldy and dark, in a sort of limbo. The gold has vanished from the great, lumbering, old wheels and panels ; the velvets are wofully tar- nished. When one thinks of the patches and powder that have simpered out of those plate glass windows — the mitred bishops, the big-wigged marshals, the shovel-hatted abbes which they have borne in their time — the human mind becomes affected in A SCHOOL. no ordinary degree. Some human minds heave a sigh for the glories of by-gone days ; while others, considering rather the lies and humbug, the vice and servility, which went framed and glazed and enshrined, creaking along in those old Juggernaut cars, with fools worshipping under the wheels, console themselves for the decay of institutions that may have been splendid and costly, but were ponderous, clumsy, slow, and unfit for daily wear. The guardian of these defunct old carriages tells some prodigious fibs concerning them : he pointed out one carriage that was six hundred years old in his calendar ; but any connois- seur in bricabrac can see it was built at Paris in the Regent Or- leans' time. Hence it is but a step to an institution in full life and vigor, — a noble orphan school for one thousand boys and girls, founded by Don Pedro, who gave up to its use the superb convent of Be- lem, with its splendid cloisters, vast airy dormitories, and magnifi- cent church. Some Oxford gentlemen would have wept to see the desecrated edifice, — to think that the shaven polls and white gowns were banished from it to give place to a thousand children, who have not even the clergy to instruct them. " Every lad here may choose his trade," our little informant said, who addressed us in better French than any of our party spoke, whose manners were perfectly gentlemanlike and respectful, and whose clothes, though of a common cotton stuff, were cut and worn with a mili- tary neatness and precision. All the children whom w» remarked were dressed with similar neatness, and it was a pleasure to go through their various rooms for study, where some were busy at mathematics, some at drawing, some attending a lecture on tailor- ing, while others were sitting at the feet of a professor of the science of shoemaking. All the garments of the establishment were made by the pupils ; even the deaf and dumb were draw- ing and reading, and the blind were, for the most part, set to per- form on musical instruments, and got up a concert for the visit- ors. It was then we wished ourselves of the numbers of the deaf and dumb, for the poor feltows made noises so horrible, that even as blind beggars they could hardly get a livelihood in the musical way. 12. A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. Hence we were driven to the huge palace of Necessidades, which is but a wing of a building that no king of Portugal ought ever to be rich enough to complete, and which, if perfect, might outvie the Tower of Babel. The mines of Brazil must have been productive of gold and silver, indeed, when the founder imagined this enormous edifice. From the elevation on which it stands it commands the noblest views, — the city is spread before it, with its many churches and towers, and for many miles you see the magnificent Tagus, rolling by banks crowned with trees and towers. But, to arrive at this enormous building you have to climb a steep suburb of M'-retched huts, many of them with dismal gardens of dry, cracked earth, where a few reedy sprouts of Indian corn seemed to be the chief cultivation, and Vv^hich were guarded by huge plants of spiky aloes, on which the rags of the proprietors of the huts were sunning themselves. The terrace before the palace was similarly encroached upon by these wretched habitations. A few millions, judiciously expended, might make of this arid hill one of the most magnificent gardens in the world ; and the palace seems to me to excel for situation any royal edifice I have ever seen. But the huts of these swarming poor have crawled up close to its gates,- — the superb walls of hewn stone stop all of a sudden with a lath-and-plaster hitch; and capitals, and hewn stones for columns, still lying about on the deserted terrace, may lie there for ages to come, probably, ^d never take their places by the side of their brethren in yonder tall bankrupt galleries. The air of this pure sky has little effect upon the edifices, — the edges of the stone look as sharp as if the builders had just left their work ; and close to the grand entrance stands an outbuilding, part of which may have been burnt fifty years ago, but it is in such cheerful preservation, that you might fancy the fire had occurred yesterday. It must have been an awful sight from this hill to have looked at the city spread before it, and seen it reeling and swaying in the time of the earthquake. I thought it looked so hot and shaky, that one might fancy a return of the fit.. In several places still remain gaps and chasms, and ruins lie here and there as they cracked and fell. THE NECESSIDADES. 13 Although the palace has not attained anything like its full growth, yet what exists is quite big enough for the monarch of such a little country ; and Versailles or Windsor has not apart- ments more nobly proportioned. The Queen resides in the Adjuda, a building of much less pretensions, of which the yellow walls and beautiful gardens are seen between Belem and the city. The Necessidades are only used for grand galas, recep- tions of ambassadors, and ceremonies of state. In the throne- room is a huge throne, surmounted by an enormous gilt crown, than which I have never seen anything larger in the finest panto- mime at Drury Lane ; but the effect of this splendid piece is lessened by a shabby old Brussels carpet, almost the only other article of furniture in the apartment, and not quite large enough to cover its spacious floor. The looms of Kidderminster have supplied the web which ornaments the " Ambassadors' Waiting- room," and. the ceilings are painted with huge allegories in dis- temper, which pretty well correspond with the other furniture. Of all the undignified objects in the world, a palace out at elbows is surely the meanest. Such places ought not to be seen in ad- versity, — splendor is their decency, — and when no longer able to maintain it, they should sink to the level of their means, calmly subside into manufactories, or go shabby in seclusion. There is a picture-gallery belonging to the palace that is quite of a piece with the furniture, where are the mythological pieces relative to the kings before alluded to, and where the English visitor will see some astonishing pictures of the Duke of Wel- lington, done in a very characteristic style of Portuguese art. There is also a chapel, which has been decorated with much care and sumptuousness of ornament, — the altar surmounted by a ghastly and horrible carved figure in the taste of the time, when faith was strengthened by the shrieks of Jews on the rack, and enlivened by the roasting of heretics. Other such frightful images may be seen in the churches of the city ; those which we saw were still rich, tawdry, and splendid to outward show, al- though the French, as usual, had robbed their shrines of their gold and silver, and the statues of their jewels and crowns. But brass 'and tinsel look to the visitor full as well at a little distance, 14 A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. — as doubtless Soult and Junot thought, when they despoiled these places of worship, like French philosophers as they were. A friend, with a classical turn of mind, was bent upon seeing the aqueduct, whither we went on a dismal excursion of three hours, in the worst carriages, over the most diabolical clattering roads, up and down dreary parched hills, on which grew a few grey olive trees and many aloes. When we arrived, the gate leading to the aqueduct was closed, and we were entertained with a legend of some respectable character who had made a good livelihood there for some time past lately, having a private key to this very aqueduct, and lying in wait there for unwary tra- vellers, like ourselves, whom he pitched down the arches into the ravines below, and there robbed them at leisure. So that all we saw was the door and the tall arches of the aqueduct, and by the time we returned to town it was time to go on board the ship again. If the inn at which we had sojourned wae not of the best quality, the bill, at least, would have done honor to the first establishment in London. We all left the house of entertainment joyfully, glad to get out of the sunburnt city, and go home. Yonder in the steamer was home, with its black funnel and gilt portraiture of Lady Mary Wood at the bows ; and every soul on board felt glad to return to the friendly little vessel. But the authorities, however, of Lisbon are very suspicious of the de- parting stranger, and we were made to lie an hour in the river before the Sanita boat, where a passport is necessary to be pro- cured before the traveller can quit the country. Boat after boat, laden with priests and peasantry, with handsorrte red-sashed gal- legos clad in brown, and ill-favored women, came and got their permits, and were off, as we lay bumping up against the old hull of the Sanita boat ; but the officers seemed to take a delight in keeping us there bumping, looking at us quite calmly over the ship's sides, and smoked their cigars without the least attention to the prayers which we shrieked out for release. If we were glad to get away from Lisbon, we were quite as sorry to be obliged to quit Cadiz, which we reached the^ next night, and where we were allowed a couple of hours' leave to land and look about. It seemed as handsome within as it is CADIZ. 15 stately without ; the long narrow streets of an admirable cleanli- ness, many of the tall houses of rich and noble decorations, and all looking as if the city were in full prosperity. I have seen no more cheerful and animated sight than the long street leading from the quay where we were landed, and the market blazing in sun- shine, piled with fruit, fish, and poultry, under many-colored awnings ; the tall white houses with their balconies and galleries shining round about, and the sky above so blue that the best cobalt in all the paint-box looks muddy and dim in comparison to it. There were pictures for a year in that market-place — from the copper-colored old hags and beggars who roared to you for the love of heaven to give money, to the swaggering dandies of the market, with red sashes and tight clothes, looking on superbly, with a hand on the hip and a cigar in the mouth. These must be the chief critics at the great bull-fight house yonder, by the Alameda, with its scanty trees and cool breezes facing the water. Nor are there any corks to the bulls' horns here as at Lisbon. A small old English guide who seized upon me the moment my foot was on shore, had a store of agreeable legends regarding the bulls, men, and horses, that had been killed with unbounded profusion in the late entertainments which have taken place. It was so early an hour in the morning that the shops were scarcely opened as yet ; the churches, however, stood open for the faithful, and we met scores of women tripping towards them with pretty feet, and smart black mantilla, from which looked out fine dark eyes and handsome pale faces, very different from the coarse brown countenances we had seen at Lisbon. A very hand- some modern cathedral, built by the present bishop at his own charges, was the finest of the public edifices we saw ; it was not, however, nearly so much frequented as another little church, crowded with altars and fantastic ornaments, and lights and gild- ing, where we were told to look behind a large iron grille, and beheld a bevy of black nuns kneeling. Most of the good ladies in the front ranks stopped their devotions, and looked at the strangers with as much curiosity as we directed at them through the gloomy bars of their chapel. The men's convents are closed ; that which contains the famous Murillos has been turned into an academy of the fine arts ; but the English guide did not think the 16 A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. pictures were of sufficient interest to detain strangers, and so hur- ried us back to the shore, and grumbled at only getting three shillings at parting for his trouble and his information. And so our residence in Andalusia began and ended before breakfast, and we went on board and steamed for Gibraltar, looking, as we past, at Joinville's black squadron, and the white houses of Saint Mary's across the bay, with the hills of Medina Sidonia and Gra- nada lying purple beyond them. There's something even in those names which is pleasant to write down ; — to have passed only two hours in Cadiz is something — to have seen real donnas with comb and mantle — real caballeros with cloak and cigar — real Spanish barbers lathering out of brass basins, — and to have heard guitars under the balconies ; there was one that an old beg- gar was jangling in the market, whilst a huge leering fellow in bushy whiskers and a faded velvet dress came singing and jump- ing after our party, — not singing to a guitar, it is true, but imitating one capitally with his voice, and cracking his fingers by way of castanets, and performing a dance such as Figaro or Lablache might envy. How clear that fellow's voice thrums on the ear even now ; and how bright and pleasant remains the re- collection of the fine city and the blue sea, and the Spanish flags floating on the boats that danced over it, and Joinville's band beginning to play stirring marches as we puffed out of the bay. The next stage was Gibraltar, where we were to change horses. Before sunset we skirted along the dark savage moun- tains of the African coast, and came to the Rock just before gun- fire. It is the very image of an enormous lion, crouched between the Atlantic and the Mediterranean, and set there to guard the passage for its British mistress. The next British lion is Malta, four days further on in the midland sea, and ready to spring upon Egypt or pounce upon Syria, or roar so as to be heard at Mar- seilles in case of need. To the eyes of the civilian, the first-named of these famous for- tifications is by far the most imposing. The Rock looks so tre- mendous, that to ascend it, even without the compliment of shells or shot, seems a dreadful task — what would it be when all those mysterious lines of batteries were vomiting fire and brimstone ; GIBRALTAR. 17 when all those dark guns that you see poking their grim heads out of every imaginable cleft and zigzag should salute you with shot, both hot and cold ; and when, after tugging up the hideous perpendicular place, you were to find regiments of British grena- diers ready to plunge bayonets into your poor panting stomach, and let out artificially the little breath left there ? It is a marvel to think that soldiers will mount such places for a shilling — ensigns for five and ninepence — a day : a cabman would ask double the money to go half way ! One meekly reflects upon the above strange truths, leaning over the ship's sides, and looking up the huge mountain, from the tower nestled at the foot of it to the thin flag-staff at the summit, up to which have been piled the most ingenious edifices for murder Christian science ever adopted. My hobby-horse is a quiet beast, suited for Park riding, or a gentle trot to Putney and back to a snug stable, and plenty of feeds of corn : — it can't abide climbing hills, and is not at all used to gun- powder. Some men's animals are so spirited that the very ap- pearance of a stone wall sets them jumping at it ; regular chargers of hobbies, which snort and say — " Ha, ha !" at the mere notion of a battle. 18 A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. III. ' THE LADY MAKY WOOD. Our week's voyage is now drawing to a close. We have just been to look at Cape Trafalgar, shining white over the finest blue sea. (We, who were looking at Trafalgar Square only the other day !) The sight of that cape must have disgusted Joinville and his fleet of steamers, as they passed yesterday into Cadiz bay, and to-morrow will give them a sight of St. Vincent. One of their steam-vessels has been lost off the coast of Africa : they were obliged to burn her, lest the Moors should take posses- sion of her. She was a virgin vessel, just out of Brest. Poor innocent ! to die in the very first month of her union with the noble-whiskered god of war ! W^e Britons on board the English boat received the news of the " Groenenland's " abrupt demise with grins of satisfaction. It was a sort of national compliment, and cause of agreeable con- gratulation. " The lubbers !" we said ; "the clumsy humbugs ! there 's none but Britons to rule the waves !" and we gave our- selves piratical airs, and went down presently and were sick in our little buggy berths. It was pleasant, certainly, to laugh at Joinville's admiral's flag floating at his foremast, in yonder black ship, with its two thundering great guns at the bows and stern, its busy crew swarming on the deck, and a crowd of obsequious shore-boats bustling round the vessel — and to sneer at the Moga- dor warrior, and vow that we English, had we been inclined to do the business, would have performed it a great deal better. Now yesterday at Lisbon we saw H.M.S. " Caledonia." This, on the contrary, inspired us with feelings of respect and awful pleasure. There she lay — the huge sea-castle — bearing the un- conquerable flag of our country. She had but to open her jaws, THE CALEDONIA. 19 as it were, and she might bring a second earthquake in the city — batter it into kingdom-come — with the Ajuda palace and the Ne^ cessidades, the churches, and the lean, dry, empty streets, and Don John, tremendous on horseback, in the midst of Black Horse Square. Wherever we looked we could see that enormous " Ca- ledonia," with her flashing three lines of guns. We looked at the little boats which ever and anon came out of this monster, with humble wonder. There was the lieutenant who boarded us at midnight before we dropped anchor in the river ; ten white-jack- eted men pulling as one, swept along with the barge, gig, boat, curricle, or coach-and-six, with which he came up to us. We examined him — his red whiskers — his collars turned down — his duck trowsers — his bullion epaulets — with awe. With the same reverential feeling we examined the seamen — the young gentle- man in the bows of the boat — the handsome young officers of ma- rines we met sauntering in the town next day — the Scotch sur- geon who boarded us as we weighed anchor — every man, down to the broken-nosed mariner who was drunk in a wine-house, and had " Caledonia " written in his hat. Whereas at the French- men we looked with undisguised contempt. We were ready to burst with laughter as we passed the Prince's vessel — there was a little French boy in a French boat alongside cleaning it, and twirling about a little French mop — we thought it the most comi- cal, contemptible French boy, mop, boat, steamer, prince — Psha ! it is of this wretched vaporing stuff that false patriotism is made. I write, this as a sort of homely apropos of the day, and Cape Trafalgar, off which we lie. What business have I to strut the deck, and clap my wings, and cry " cock-a-doodle-doo " over it ? Some compatriots are at that work even now. We have lost one by one all our jovial company. There were the five Oporto wine merchants — all hearty English gentlemen — gone to their wine-butts, and their red-legged partridges, and their duels at Oporto. It appears that these gallant Britons fight every morning among themselves, and give the benighted people among whom they live an opportunity to admire the spirit national. There is the brave, honest major, with his wooden-leg — the kind- est and simplest of Irishmen : he has embraced his children, and reviewed his little invalid garrison of fifteen men, in the fort which. 20 A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. he commands at Belem, by this time, and, I have no doubt, played to every soul of them the twelve tunes of his musical-box. It was pleasant to see him with that musical-box — how pleased he wound it up after dinner — how happily he listened to the little clinking tunes as they galloped, ding-ding, after each other. A man who carries a musical box is always a good-natured man. Then there was his grace, or his grandeur, the Archbishop of Beyrouth (in the parts of the infidels), his Holiness's Nuncio to the court of her most faithful Majesty, and who mingled among us like any simple mortal, — except that he had an extra smiling courtesy, which simple mortals do not always possess ; and when you passed him as such, and puffed your cigar in his face, took off his hat with a grin of such prodigious rapture, as lo lead you to suppose that the most delicious privilege of his whole life, was that permission to look at the tip of your nose or of your cigar. With this most reverend prelate was his grace's brother and chaplain — a very greasy and good-natured ecclesiastic, whom, from his physiognomy, I would have imagined to be a dignitary of the Israelitish rather than the Romish church — as profuse in smiling courtesy as his lordship of Beyrouth. These two had a meek little secretary between them, and a tall French cook and valet, who, at meal times, might be seen busy about the cabin where their reverences lay. They were on their backs for the greater part of the voyage ; their yellow countenances were not only unshaven, but, to judge from appearances, unwashed. They ate in private ; and it was only of evenings, as the sun was jet- ting over the western wave, and, comforted by the dinner, the cabin passengers assembled on the quarter-deck, that we saw the dark faces of the reverend gentlemen among us for a while. They sunk darkly into their berths when the steward's bell tolled for tea. At Lisbon, where we came to anchor at midnight, a special boat came off, whereof the crew exhibited every token of reve- rence for the ambassador of heaven, and carried him off from our company. This abrupt departure in the darkness disap- pointed some of us, who had promised ourselves the pleasure of seeing His Grandeur depart in state in the morning, shaved, clean, and in full pontificals, the tripping little secretary swinging an BISHOP NO. 2. 21 incense-pot before him, and the greasy chaplain bearing his crosier. Next day we had another bishop, who occupied the very same berth his grace of Beyrouth had quitted — was sick in the very same way — so much so that this cabin of the " Lady Mary Wood " is to be christened " the bishop's berth " henceforth ; and a handsome mitre is to be painted on the basin. Bishop No. 2 was a very stout, soft, kind-looking old gentle- man, in a square cap, with a handsome tassel of green and gold round his portly breast and back. He was dressed in black robes, and tight purple stockings : and we carried him from Lisbon to the little flat coast of Faro, of which the meek old gentleman was the chief pastor. We had not been half an hour from our anchorage in the Ta- gus, when his lordship dived down into the episcopal berth. All that night there was a good smart breeze ; it blew fresh all the next day, as we went jumping over the blue bright sea ; and there was no sign of his lordship the bishop until we were oppo- site the pui^le hills of Algarve, which lay at some ten miles dis- tant, — a yellow sunny shore stretching flat before them, whose long sandy flats and villages we could see with our telescopes from the steamer. Presently a little vessel, with a huge shining lateen sail, and bearing the blue and white Portuguese flag, was seen playing a sort of leap frog on the jolly waves, jumping over them, and ducking down as merry as could be. This little boat came towards the steamer as quick as ever she could jump ; and Cap- tain Cooper roaring out, " Stop her !" to " Lady Mary Wood," her ladyship's paddles suddenly ceased twirling, and news was carried to the good bishop in the berth, that his boat was almost alongside, and that his hour was come. It was rather an affecting sight to see the poor old fat gentle- man, looking wistfully over the water as the boat now came up, and her eight seamen, with great noise, energy, and gesticulation, laid her by the steamer. The steamer steps were let down ; his lordship's servant in blue and yellow livery, like the (Edinburgh Review), cast over the episcopal luggage into the boat, along with his own bundle and the jack-boots with which he rides 22 A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. postillion on one of the bishop's fat mules at Faro. The blue and yellow domestic went down the steps into the boat. Then came the bishop's turn ; but he couldn't do it for a long while. He went from one passenger to another, sadly shaking them by the hand, often taking leave and seeming loth to depart, until Captain Cooper, in a stern but respectful tone, touched him on the shoulder, and said, I know not with what correctness, being ignorant of the Spanish language, " Senor Bispo ! Senor Bispo !" on which summons the poor old man, looking ruefully round him once more, put his square cap under his arm, tucked up his long black petticoats, so as to show his purple stockings and jolly fat calves, and went trembling down the steps towards the boat. The good old man ! I wish I had had a shake of that trembling, podgy hand somehow before he went upon his sea martyrdom. I felt a love for that soft-hearted old Christian. Ah ! let us hope his governante tucked him comfortably in bed when he got to Faro that night, and made him a warm gruel and put his feet in warm water. The men clung around him, and almost kissed him as they popped him into the boat, but he did not heed their caresses. Away went the boat scudding madly before the winds. Bang! another lateen-sailed, boat in the distance fired a gun in his honor ; but the wind was blow- ing away from the shore, and who knows when that meek bishop got home to his gruel ? I think these were the notables of our party. I will not men- tion the laughing, ogling lady of Cadiz, whose manners, I very much regret to say, were a great deal too lively for my sense of propriety ; nor those fair sufferers, her companions, who lay on the deck with sickly, smiling, female resignation ; nor the heroic children, who no sooner eat biscuit than they were ill, and no sooner were ill than they began eating biscuit again ; but just allude to one other martyr, the kind lieutenant in charge of the mails, and who bore his cross with what I can't but think a very touching and noble resignation. There's a certain sort of man whose doom in the world is dis- appointment, — who excels in it, — and whose luckless triumphs in his meek career of life, I have often thought, must be regarded by the kind eyes above with as much favor as the splendid sue- THE MEEK LIEUTENANT. 23 cesses and achievements of coarser and more prosperous men. As I sat with the lieutenant upon deck, his telescope laid over his lean legs, and he looking at the sunset with a pleased, withered old face, he gave me a little account of his history. I take it he is in no wise disinclined to talk about it, simple as it is : he has been seven-and-thirty years in the navy, being somewhat more mature in the service than Lieutenant Peel, Rear-Admiral Prince de Joinville, and other commanders, who need not be men- tioned. He is a very well-educated man and reads prodigiously, — travels, histories, lives of eminent worthies and heroes, in his simple way. He is not in the least angry at his want of luck in the profession. " Were I a boy to-morrow," he said, " I would begin it again ; and when I see my schoolfellows, and how they have got on in life, if some are better off than I am, I find many are worse, and have no call to be discontented." So he carries her Majesty's mails meekly through this world, waits upon port- admirals and captains in his old glazed hat, and is as proud of the pennon at the bow of his little boat, as if it were flying from the mainmast of a thundering man-of-war. He gets two hundred a year for his services, and has an old mother and a sister, living in England somewhere, who I will wager (though he never, I swear, said a word about it) have a good portion of this princely " income. Is it breaking a confidence to tell Lieutenant Bundy's history ? Let the motive excuse the deed. It is a good, kind, wholesome noble character. Why should we keep all our admiration for those who win in this world, as we do, sycophants as we are ? When we write a novel, our great, stupid imaginations can go no further than to marry the hero to a fortune at the end, and to find out that he is a lord by right. Oh, blundering lick-spittle morality ! And yet I would like to fancy some happy retributive Utopia in the peaceful cloudland, where my friend the meek lieutenant should find the yards manned of his ship as he went on board, all the guns firing an enormous salute (only without the least noise or vile smell of powder), and he be saluted on the deck as Admiral Sir James, or Sir Joseph — aye, or Lord Viscount Bundy, knight of all the orders above the sun. I think this is a sufficient, if not a complete catalogue, of the 24 A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. worthies on board the " Lady Mary Wood." In the week we were on board — it seemed a year, by the way — we come to regard the ship quite as a home. We felt for the captain — the most good-humored, active, careful, ready of captains — a filial, a fraternal regard ; for the providore, who provided for us with admirable comfort and generosity, a genial gratitude ; and for the brisk steward's lads — brisk in serving the banquet, sympathizing in handing the basin — every possible sentiment of regard and good will. What winds blew, and how many knots we ran, are all noted down, no doubt, in the ship's log ; and as for what ships we saw — every one of them with their gunnage, tonnage, their nation, their direction whither they were bound, were not these all noted down with surprising ingenuity and precision by the lieutenant, at a family desk at which he sate, every night before a great paper, elegantly and mysteriously ruled off with his large ruler ? I have a regard for every man on board that ship, from the captain down to the . crew — down even to the cook, with tattooed arms, sweating among the saucepans in the galley, who used (with a touching affection) to send us locks of his hair in the soup. And so, while our feeling and recollections are warm, let us shake hands with this knot of good fellows, comfortably floating about in tlreir little box of wood and iron, across Channel, Biscay Bay, and the Atlantic, from Southampton water to Gibraltar Straits. GIBRALTAR. 25 IV. GIBRALTAR . Suppose all the nations of the earth to send fitting ambassadors to represent them at Wapping or Portsmouth Point, with each, under its own national sign-board and language, its appropriate house of call, and your imagination may figure the main street of Gibraltar ; almost the only part of the town, I believe, which boasts of the name of street at all, the remaining house-rows being modestly called lanes, such as Bomb-lane, Battery-lane, Fusee- lane, and so on. In Main-street the Jews predominate, the Moors^ abound ; and from the Jolly Sailor, or the Brave Horse Marine, where the people of our own nation are drinking British beer and gin, you hear choruses of" Garry Owen " or " The Lass I left behind me ;" while through the flaring lattices of the Spanish ventas come the clatter of castanets and the jingle and moan of Spanish guitars and ditties. It is a curious sight at evening this thronged street, with the people in a hundred different costumes bustling to and fro under the coarse flare of the lamps ; swarthy Moors, in white or crimson robes ; dark Spanish smugglers in tufted hats, with gay silk handkerchiefs round their heads ; fud- dled seamen from men-of-war, or merchantmen ; porters, Galli- cian and Genoese ; and at every few minutes' interval, little squads of soldiers tramping to relieve guard at some one of the' innumerable posts in the town. Some of our party went to a Spanish venta, as a more convenient or romantic place of residence than an English house ; others made choice of the club-house in Commercial-square, of which I formed an agreeable picture in my imagination ; rather, perhaps, resembling the Junior United Service Club in Charles-street, by which every Londoner has passed ere this with respectful plea- sure, catching glimpses of magnificent blazing candelabras, undey 3 26 A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. which sit neat half-pay officers, drinking half-pints of port. The club-house of Gibraltar is not, however, of the Charles?street sort; it may have been cheerful once, and there are yet relics of splen- dor about it. When officers wore pig-tails, and in the time of Governor O'Hara, it may have been a handsome place ; but it is mouldy and decrepit now ; and though his Excellency Mr. Bulwer was living there, and made no complaints that I heard of, other less distinguished persons thought they had reason to grumble. Indeed, what is travelling made of? At least half its pleasures and incidents come out of inns ; and of themi the tourist can speak with much more truth and vivacity than of historical recollections compiled out of histories, or filched out of hand-books. But to speak of the best inn in a place needs no apology; that, at least, is useful informiation ; as every person intending to visit Gibraltar cannot have seen the flea-bitten countenances of our companions, who fled from their Spanish venta to take refuge at the club the ^morning after our arrival : they may surely be thankful for being directed to the best house of accommodation in one of the most unromantic, uncomfortable, and prosaic of towns. If one had a right to break the sacred confidence of the mahogany, I could entertain you with many queer stories of Gibraltar life, gathered from the lips of the gentlemen who enjoyed themselves round the dingy table cloth of the club-house coffee- room, richly decorated with cold gravy and spilt beer. I heard there the very names of the gentlemen who wrote the famous letters from the Warspite regarding the French proceedings at Mogador ; and met several refugee Jews from that place, who said that they were much more afraid of the Kabyles without the city, than of the guns of the French squadron, of which they seemed to make rather light. I heard the last odds on the ensu- ing match between Captain Smith's b. g. Bolter, and Captain Brovvn's ch. c. Roarer: how the gun room of her Majesty's ship Purgatory had "cobbed" a tradesman of the town, and of the row in consequence : I heard capital stories of the way in which Wilkins had escaped the guard, and Thompson had been locked up among the mosquitoes for being out after ten, without a lantern. I heard how the governor was an old , but to say what, would be breaking a confidence ; only this may be divulged, that GIBRALTAR. 27 the epithet was exceedingly complimentary to Sir Robert Wilson. All the while these conversations were going on, a strange scene of noise and bustle was passing in the market-place, in front of the window, where Moors, Jews, Spaniards, soldiers, were throng- ing in the sun ; and a ragged fat fellow, mounted on a tobacco barrel, with his bat cocked on his ear, Vv'as holding an auction, and roaring with an energy and impudence that would have done credit to Covent Garden. The Moorish castle is the only building about the Rock which has an air at all picturesque or romantic ; there is a plain Roman Catholic cathedral, a hideous new Protestant church of the cigar- divan architecture, and a Court-house with a portico which is said to be an imitation of the Parthenon : the ancient religious houses of the Spanish town are gone, or turned into military resi- dences, and marked so that you would never know their former pious destination. You walk through narrow white-washed lanes, bearing such martial names as are before-mentioned, and by- streets with barracks on either side ; small Newgate-like looking buildings, at the doors of which you may see the Serjeants' ladies conversing, or at the open windows of the officers' quarters, Ensign Fipps lying on his sofa and smoking his cigar, or Lieuten- ant Simson practising the flute to while away the weary hours of garrison dulness. I was surprised not to find more persons in the garrison library, where is a magnificent reading-room, and an admirable collection of books. In spite of the scanty herbage and the dust on the trees, the Alameda is a beautiful walk ; of which the vegetation has been as laboriously cared for as the tremendous fortifications which flank it on either side. The vast rock rises on one side with its interminable works of defence, and Gibraltar Bay is shining on the other, out on which from the terraces immense cannon are perpetually looking, surrounded by plantations of cannon balls and beds of bomb shells, sufficient, one would think, to blow away the whole Peninsula. The horticultural and military mixture is indeed very queer : here and there temples, rustic summer seats, &c., have been erected in the garden, but you are sure to see a great squat mortar looking up from among the flower-pots ; and amidst the aloes and geranium sprouts the green petticoat and 28 A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. scarlet coat of a Highlander ; fatigue parties are seen winding up the hill, and busy about the endless cannon-ball plantations ; awkward squads are drilling in the open spaces ; sentries march- ing everywhere, and (this is a caution to artists) I am told have orders to run any man through who is discovered making a sketch of the place. It is always beautiful, especially at evening, when the people are sauntering along the walks, and the moon is shining on the waters of the bay and the hills and twinkling white houses of the opposite shore. Then the place becomes quite romantic : it is too dark to see the dust on the dried leaves; the cannon- balls do not intrude too much, but have subsided into the shade ; the awkward squads are in bed ; even the loungers are gone, the fan-flirting Spanish ladies, the sallow black-eyed children, and the trim white-jacketed dandies. A fife is heard from some craft at roost on the quiet waters somewhere ; or a faint cheer from yonder black steamer at the Mole, which is about to set out on some night expedition. You forget that the town is at all like Wapping, and deliver yourself up entirely to romance ; the sentries look noble pacing there, silent in the moonlight, and Sandy's voice is quite musical, as he challenges with a " Who- goes there ?" " All's Well" is very pleasant when sung decently in tune ; and inspires noble and poetic ideas of duty, courage, and danger : but when you hear it shouted all the night through, accompanied by a clapping of muskets in a time of profound peace, the sen- tinel's cry becomes no more romantic to the hearer than it is to the sandy Connaught-man or the bare-legged Highlander who delivers it. It is best to read about wars comfortably in Harry Lorrequer or Scott's novels, in which knights shout their war cries, and jovial Irish bayoneteers hurrah, without depriving you of any blessed rest. Men of a different way of thinking, however, can suit themselves perfectly at Gibraltar; where there is march- ing and counter-marching, challenging and relieving guard all the night through. And not here in Commercial-square alone, but all over the huge rock in the darkness — all through the mysterious zig-zags, and round the dark cannon-ball pyramids, and along the vast rock-galleries, and up to the topmost flagstaff where the sentry can look out over two seas, poor fellows are marching and clapping muskets, and crying " All's well," dressed in cap and A GARRISON TOWN AT NIGHT. 29 feather, in place of honest nightcaps best befitting the decent hours of sleep. All these martial noises three of us heard to the utmost advan- tage, lying on iron bedsteads at the time in a cracked old room on the ground-floor, the open windows of which looked into the square. No spot could be more favorably selected for watching the humors of a garrison-town by night. About midnight, the door hard by us was visited by a party of young officers, who having had quite as much drink as was good for them, were naturally inclined for more; and when we remonstrated through the windows, one of them in a young tipsy voice asked after our mothers, and finally reeled away. How charming is the conver- sation of high spirited youth ! I don't know whether the guard got hold of them : but certainly if a civilian had been hiccuping through the street at that hour he would have been carried off to the guard-house, and left to the mercy of the musquitoes there, and had up before the governor in the morning. The young men in the coffee-room tell me he goes to sleep every night with the keys of Gibraltar under his pillow. It is an awful image, and somehow completes the notion of the slumbering fortress. Fancy Sir Robert Wilson, his nose just visible over the sheets, his night- cap and the huge key (you see the very identical one in Reynolds's portrait of Lord Heathfield) peeping out from under the bolster ! If I entertain you with accounts of inns and nightcaps it is be- cause I am more familiar with these subjects than with history and fortifications : as far as I can understand the former, Gibral- tar is the great British depot for smuggling goods into the Penin- sula. You see vessels lying in the harbor, and are told in so many words they are smugglers ; all those smart Spaniards with cigar and mantles are smugglers, and run tobaccos and cotton into Catalonia ; all the respected merchants of the place are smugglers. The other day a Spanish revenue vessel was shot to death under the thundering great guns of the fort, for neglecting to bring to, but it so happened that it was in chase of a smuggler ; in this little corner of her dominions Britain proclaims war to custom-houses, and protection to free-trade. Perhaps ere a very 30 A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. long day, England may be acting that part towards the world; which Gibraltar performs towards Spain now ; and the last war in which we shall ever engage may be a custom-house war. For once establish railroads and abolish preventive duties through Europe, and what is there left to fight for ? It will matter very little then under v/hat flag people live, and foreigu ministers and ambassadors may enjoy a dignified sinecure ; the army will rise to the rank of peaceful constables, not having any more use for the bayonet than those worthy people have for their weapons now who accompany the law at assizes under the name of javelin-men. The apparatus of bombs and eighty-four pounders may disappear from the Alameda, and the crops of cannon-balls which now grow there, may give place to other plants more pleasant to the eye ; and the great key of Gibraltar may be left in the gate for any- body to turn at will, and Sir Robert Wilson may sleep in quiet. I am afraid I thought it was rather a release, when, having made up our minds to examine the rock in detail and view the magnificent excavations and galleries, the admiration of all mili- tary men, and the terror of any enemies who may attack the for- tress, we received orders to embark forthwith in the " Tagus,'"' which was to carry us to Malta and Constantinople. So we took leave of this famous rock — this great blunderbuss — which we seized out of the hands of the natural owners a hundred and forty years ago, and which we have kept ever since tremendously loaded and cleaned and ready for use. To seize and have it is doubtless a gallant thing ; it is like one of those tests of courage which one reads of in the chivalrous romances, when, for instance, Sir Huon, of Bordeaux, is called on to prove his knighthood by going to Babylon and pulling out the Sultan's beard and front teeth in the midst of his court there. But, after all, justice must confess it was rath.er hard on the poor Sultan. If we had the Spaniards established at Land's-End, with impregnable Spanish fortifications on St. Michael's IMount, we should perhaps come to the same conclusion. Meanwhile, let us hope during this long period of deprivation, the Sultan of Spain is reconciled to the loss of his front teeth and bristling whiskers — let us even try to think that he is better without them. At all events, right or wrong, whatever may be our title to the GIBRALTAR. 31 property, there is no Englishman but must think with pride of the manner in which his countrymen have kept it, and of the courage, endurance, and sense of duty with which stout old Eliot and his companions resisted Crillon and the Spanish battering ships and his fifty thousand men. There seems to be something more noble in the success of a gallant resistance than of an attack, however brave. After failing in his attack on the fort, the French Gene- ral visited the English Commander who had foiled him, and parted from him and his garrison in perfect politeness and good humor. The English troops, Drinkwater says, gave him thun- dering cheers as he went away, and the French in return com- plimented us on our gallantry, and lauded the humanity of our people. If we are to go on murdering each other in the old- fashioned way, what a pity it is that our battles cannot end in the old-fashioned way too ! One of our fellow-travellers, who had written a book, and had suffered considerably from sea-sickness during our passage along the coasts of France and' Spain, consoled us all by saying that the very minute we got into the Mediterranean we might con- sider ourselves entirely free from illness ; and, in fact, that it was unheard of in the inland sea. Even in the Bay of Gibraltar the water looked bluer than anything I have ever* seen — except Miss Smith's eyes. I thought, somehow, the delicious faultless azure never could look angry — ^^just like the eyes before alluded to — and under this assurance we passed the Strait, and began coast- ing the African shore calmly and without the least apprehension, as if we were as much used to the tempest as Mr. T. P. Cooke. But when, in spite of the promise of the man who had written the book, we found ourselves worse than in the worst part of the Bay of Biscay, or off the storm-lashed rocks of Finisterre, we set down the author in question as a gross impostor, and had a mind to quarrel with him for leading us into this cruel error. The most provoking part of the matter, too, was, that the sky was deliciously clear and cloudless, the air balmy, the sea so insult- ingly blue that it seemed as if we had no right to be ill at all, and that the innumerable little waves that frisked round about our keel were enjoying an anerithmon gelasma (this is one of my four Greek quotations ; depend on it, I will manage to introduce the 32 A JOURNEY TO CAIRO. other three before the tour is done) — seemed to be enjoying, I say, the above-named Greeli: quotation at our expense. Here is the dismal log of Wednesday, 4th of September : — " All attempts at dining very fruitless. Basins in requisition. Wind hard ahead. Que diahle allais je faire dans cette galere ? Writing or thinking impossible, so read letters from the jEgean." These brief words give, I think, a complete idea of wretchedness, des- pair, remorse, and prostration of soul and body. Two days pre- viously we passed the forts and moles and yellow buildings of Algiers, rising very stately from the sea, and skirted by gloomy purple lines of African shore, with fires smokmg in the mountains and lonely settlements here and there. On the 5th, to the inexpressible joy of all, we reached Valetta, the entrance to the harbor of which is one of the most stately and agreeable scenes ever admired by sea-sick traveller. The small basin was busy with a hundred ships, from the huge guard ship, which lies there a city in itself; — merchantmen loading and crews cheering, under all the flags of the world flaunting in the sun- shine ; a half-score of busy black steamers perpetually coming and going, coaling and painting, and puffing and hissing in and out of harbor ; slim men-of-war's barges shooting to and fro, with long shining oars flashing like wings over the water ; hundreds of painted town boats, with high heads and white awnings, — down to the little tubs in which some naked, tawny young beggars came paddling up to the steamer, entreating us to le% A-ii^,'^ *.^*^ LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 010 458 439 1 *'i''i; t ■-••'■» 'Mi 'I i'^^