UCSS LIBRARY A NEW SEA AND AN OLD LAND ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN BLACKWOOD 8 MAGAZINE A NEW SEA AND AN OLD LAND PAPEES SUGGESTED BY A VISIT TO EGYPT AT THE END- OF 1869 W. G. HAMLEY rOLONEL IN THE CORPS OF ROYAL ENGINEERS WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS EDINBURGH AND LONDON MDCCCLXXI PREFACE. WHEN, in the autumn of 1869, I was invited to visit Egypt, to witness the opening of the Suez Canal, I took account of what I knew of the Old Land. Hitherto I had fancied that my knowledge, though not profound, was tolerably accurate and extensive : examination proved to my chagrin how confused and imperfect it was. So at once I set to work, attempt- ing to verify and supplement unsettled ideas, in the hope to escape even yet the reproach of ignorance when I should mingle with the well-informed world who would flock to the fStes. Arrived in Egypt, great was my surprise to find that hardly anybody was conversant with her past or present, and that my scanty reading enabled me to speak with some con- fidence on the subject nay, that I was sometimes referred to as an authority. Seeing this, it was, I hope, no presumption to imagine that there were many in the world who might desire to be taken so far as even I could take them toward a knowledge of Egypt ; and hence originated the papers in this volume which treat of history and antiquities. Thus I have not the smallest pretence to write as a teacher of this profound subject. At the most I can VI PREFACE. pretend to have got into a somewhat higher form than very many of my countrymen, who possibly may thank me if I help them to the level that I have reached. On my side I shall be happy if, by raising a curiosity concerning Egyptian history and remains, I can extend the inclination to study them. The papers describing the opening of the Canal and the sights of Cairo give simply my personal adven- tures and the reflections which are written in my diary. I had arranged with Mr Blackwood, before I left England, to publish an account of the affair. My residence in Manchester, the headquarters of the Northern District in which I am employed, will account for my correspondent being a magnate of the city of cotton. The narrative of the journey to Venice, as it takes the reader over deeply-trodden ground, requires some apology. It was written and sent to the Magazine to gratify a longing which I felt to express myself on the subject, and I fear, without sufficient reflection as to whether any one would care to go over the track again in my company. Some pleasant criticisms, which I thankfully acknowledge, have secured it a place in the volume. From looking back to the brilliant doings at Port Sa'id and Ismailia, only a few months old, the mind cannot but by an effort return to things present, so much has the scene changed. In Egypt the talk was all of peace and universal brotherhood ; the signs PREFACE. Vll were of goodwill, and of high and beneficent enter- prise. France, as the patron of the Canal, had the foremost place among the assembled nations ; and France's graceful and gracious Empress, the most noted personage in so great a company, seemed to our short sight the most favoured of beings. At her side the Crown Prince of Prussia, who, in less than a year, was to deal the first of those blows which were mortal to the French Empire, evinced cordial amity and the sense of common enjoyment. It was impos- sible then to suppose that the next summer would witness one of the bloodiest and most eventful wars that have ever desolated Europe, or that the French Empire could be demolished in two months after swords were drawn. It is but fourteen months since I saw the things of which I write, yet many of them have been thrown back into dimness of the past by the astounding events which have crowded since then to occupy the thoughts of men. Thus the opening of the Canal had scarcely its share of in- terest. But, though the Continent has changed so greatly, it is once more at peace, and it may be hoped, perhaps, that attention will again be directed to the peaceful subjects from which it was so rudely startled. I trust that there are many who, now tired of ideas of change and strife, will feel it a relief to revert to the old things of Egypt, and to the new work so bravely wrought on her Isthmus. W. G. H. March 1871. CONTENTS. CHAP. PAGE I. EGYPT AND THE STOEY OF THE SUEZ CANAL; . 1 IT. GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE, . .... 39 HI. THE OPENING OF THE SUEZ CANAL, ... 86 IV. THE VOYAGE FROM ISMAILTA TO SUEZ, . . . 135 V. THE SIGHTS OF CAIRO, . . . . . 179 VI. ABOUT WHAT THE OLD EGYPTIANS KNEW, . . 228 VII. ABOUT HOW THE OLD EGYPTIANS LIVED AND DIED, 270 ILL USTRA TIONS. THE NILE BY MOONLIGHT, Frontispiece. A NEW THING IN COTTON, 84 THE LANDING OF THE EMPRESS, . . . . .122 SHIPS ENTERING THE CANAL, 139 THE HADJI BEFRIENDS US, . . . . . .162 DONKEY PROCESSION TO THE PYRAMIDS, . . . .193 AN AWKWARD RENCONTRE, .... 208 A NEW SEA AND AN OLD LAND, CHAPTER I. EGYPT AND THE STOEY OF THE SUEZ CANAL. AN INTRODUCTORY PAPER. December 1869. THERE are few minds that will fail to be moved at the mention of Egypt. So closely has that country been connected with all generations of the world, that to have no chord which vibrates at the name argues a low intelligence. Divine teachings, science old and new, history, tradition, fable, war, research, politics, commerce, colonisation if there be any interest, if there be any pursuit, all own some association with that long-famous land. Nor are its relations with learning and science alone. They are interlaced with everyday life and household words. The Mummies, the Nile, the Pyramids, are nouns familiar even to the unlearned and unwashed. Our bluff countryman for whom, without much knowledge, suffices the faith in England's glory and invincibility, must turn to Egypt A 2 EGYPT AND THE STORY for some favourite instances. He can tell of Alex- andria and Aboukir, though unwitting, possibly, of the hemisphere in which they lie. And now again Egypt asserts her affinity with the active peoples of the world. Another stupendous work upon her soil, wrought by myriads of men, at a cost exceeding the value of many a principality, calls thither the great and talented and enterprising of the earth to celebrate the artificial union of two seas, and to stamp on men's minds the significance of the achievement. It is progress which gives this last prominence ; it is anticipation of an unborn future that attracts the nations. A few days, and the nar- ration of the events on the Isthmus, and speculation on the changes that are to follow, will be all-absorb- ing. But there is yet an interval of expectation before we turn the page, and it may profit us if, while we wait, we glance back at the wondrous re- cords that lie behind. We will shout to-morrow for the Egypt of the nineteenth century after Christ, but to-day let us ponder over the Egypt of the past the Egypt of Cheops and Sesostris, of Joseph and Moses the Egypt of rites, and spells, and monuments, and symbols : marvellous, mystic land ! When we think of the great age of Egypt as a nation, how in her antiquity she stands alone, more venerable than any nation in the world, the truth cannot be grasped without an effort of the mind. Following the lead of the antiquary or the native annalist, we in these islands are lost in the maze of OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 3 primitive barbarism when we have reached the Briton and his paint and his edged axle : this is withered eld ; this is the beginning of things. But what is this epoch in respect of the old days of Egypt, which had passed her meridian, great in arts and arms, be- fore the Druid or the Pict was heard of ! Or if we take the days before England had a history, and mete the eras of Greece and Rome, or even of Assyria, we cannot attain to Egypt's early youth by this measure- ment. The Jews alone of all the nations of Asia can trace an antiquity approaching that of Egypt : and, even here, how stands the case ? When Abram, re- presenting in his single person the Jewish nation of his day, went down into Egypt, Egypt was already a country with a settled government. Egypt is so old that no trace of her youth, and, d fortiori, none of her infancy, can be found. She first appears on the page of history armed, learned, subtle, and inscrutable, like Pallas from the brain of Jove ! Not only her barbar- ous and fabulous period is lost to recollection, but the records which she may have left of her early strength have perished from very age. If it be asked, How can antiquity be proved beyond the records of it ? the answer is, that the very oldest remains to which we can affix a date are of such a character that they could have been produced by only an advanced and instructed people. Comparison will be assisted by the insertion of a few dates. It should, however, be premised that the era of Menes, the founder of the Egyptian monarchy, 4 EGYPT AND THE STORY is taken from the calculation of Mr Osburn, who brings it to a very late year by unsparingly cor- recting the chronology of others. "' First record of Egypt, 446 years before Abram = 2364 B.C. Ninus the Assyrian, . . . . 2059 B.C. Abram in Egypt, . . . . 1918 B.C. Supposed date of Homer, . . . 884 B.C. Romulus, . . . . .714 B.C. Socrates died, . . . . 400 B.C. Caesar invaded Britain, . . . 55 B.C. " There is no difficulty," says Mr Kenrick,t " in fixing on the country from which ancient history must begin. The monuments of Egypt, its records and its literature, surpass those of India and China in antiquity by many centuries." The antiquity of Egypt is, however, only part of the wonder : to complete it her vitality must be taken into account. In the days of Noah, or soon after, she owned the same name and much the same character that she bears to-day. She has seen her vicissitudes, no doubt she has been triumphant and down-trodden at different times ; but while younger nations were all-powerful for a season as witness the Assyrian, the Macedonian, and the Eoman empires and then perished for ever, she has battled with * According to Herodotus, the Egyptian monarchy was founded 11,806 B.C. ; according to Manetho, 3893 B.C. Mr Rawlinson says, in a note to his translation of Herodotus : " The Egyptian claims to a high relative an- tiquity had, no doubt, a solid basis of truth. It is probable that a settled monarchy was established in Egypt earlier than in any other country. Babylonian history does not go back beyond B.C. 2234, Egyptian begins nearly 500 years earlier." t Kenrick's ' Ancient Egypt under the Pharaohs. ' OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 5 oblivion and obscurity, awoke up to life again after depression, and, like her mummy wheat, outlasting millenniums, has proved the strength of her principle of life ! The conquests of Egypt have been pushed far be- yond the bounds of Egypt proper, into Arabia, Judea, Assyria, and Ethiopia. On the other hand, foreigners have conquered and subjugated Egypt. But it would seem as if nature had forbidden the integrity and individuality of Egypt to be affected by these political changes. She did not absorb into the State the countries which she conquered, neither was she denationalised by her invaders. In many instances a native prince was, after the deposition of the legitimate king, set up by the conqueror, subject to the payment of tribute. Where this was not the case, the conquerors conformed to Egypt more than the Egyptians conformed to them, and the foreign invasions altered the native race no more than the Norman settlers, spoliators and rulers though they were, converted the race of these islands from Anglo- Saxon. Taken in connection with these recollections, the attitude of Egypt just now is significant. Twenty years ago she made a great stride towards freeing herself from the rule of Turkey, and she became a separate Viceroyalty. At this moment she is rousing herself to energy, and the memory of her old name and a desire to command respect seem to be animat- ing her and her ruler. Who shall say that before the close of the century there may not be once more 6 EGYPT AND THE STOKY an independent Egypt the same Egypt which was known to the Patriarchs and the Greeks vying with European and Asiatic lands in modern arts and modern commerce "? And if Egypt's national life be wonderful, so also is her physical life and her physical life is the Nile a name as famous as any that the world can show. Many a river of the earth has had, or has, its distin- guishing epithet and its stirring history. Horace, stamping the Hydaspes as legendary, traced in that word a title of nobility. But what word or what cluster of words can express the sublime ideas which awaken at the name of the Nile ! " Egypt," said Herodotus 2300 years ago, " is the gift of the Nile." Mr Osburn says to-day, " Egypt is the Nile, and the Nile is Egypt." If in pagan days divine honours were ascribed to the Nile, it was for a better reason than could be rendered for most heathen worship. To natural perception the river was the giver of all good things : its favour was health and plenty ; the withdrawal of its benefits would be ruin. And its mysteries might well impress and awe the. mind. Its beginnings, so men thought, were from everlast- ing : no one could declare its generation ; its course was immeasurable ; the waters rose and fell without apparent cause. A time came when the Nile ceased to be divine ; but it did not cease, and has not ceased, to be a marvel. Its crocodile is no longer adored, but that and behemoth too are still hallowed by associa- tion. In short, to regard the Nile with sang froid is OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 7 impossible, steel our hearts philosophically as we may. That ark of bulrushes among its flags pictured to our imaginations when reason had scarcely dawned, will present itself amid our studies and our researches. Pharaoh's dream, the frogs, and the water of blood, the magicians with their enchantments, the rod of Aaron astonishing the monarch on the river's bank, cannot be driven away from the visible tide. Herod- otus and his stories, Cleopatra and her charms, all these memories rush in when we think of the Nile. And this as if the Nile, devoid of interest in itself, required the aid of imagination to give it charm ! Nay, the truth is rather that the Nile, in all senses gifted and affluent, and not as other rivers are, superadds a spiritual power to a surpassing natural grandeur. This volume of water which has rolled thus for forty or fifty centuries along a course of 2000 miles, has been and is one of the greatest physical wonders. Mr Osburn, in his ' Monumental History/ shows us clearly how a daily observation of the Nile affects a visitor from Britain. About the winter solstice the Nile will be found, he tells us, "a magnificent expanse of tolerably clear water, with the blue tinge which also distinguishes the waters of the Khone as they issue from the Lake of Geneva." The overflow is just past, and the scene is of a fertility and beauty unequalled. " The vivid green of the springing corn ; the groves of pomegranate-trees ablaze with the rich scarlet of their blossoms ; the fresh breeze laden with 8 EGYPT AND THE STORY the perfumes of gardens of roses and orange-thickets ; every tree and every shrub covered with sweet- scented flowers : these are a few of the natural beauties that welcome the stranger to the land of Ham. There is considerable sameness in them, it is true, for he would observe little variety in the trees and plants, whether he first entered Egypt by the gardens of Alexandria or the plain of Assouan. Yet it is the same everywhere, only because it would be impossible to make any addition to the sweetness of odours, the brilliancy of the colours, or the exquisite beauty of the many forms of vegetable life, in the midst of which he wanders. It is monotonous, but it is the monotony of Paradise." But to comprehend the power of the transfor- mation, the Nile must be viewed at midsummer, contracted, turbid, slimy, stagnant, with black sun- cracked mud forming both its shores. All beyond them is sterility and sand, with the forms of trees, dust-coated and scarce distinguishable, withering before the Spirit of the Desert. Thus must nature lie for a season that the reinvigorating power of the flood may have opportunity for beneficence. And lo ! its harbinger, the north wind, cleaving the sandy, burning atmosphere, makes its presence felt. The dust disappears, the colours of nature shine out again, and all is expectation of the next great act. It comes at last. The word is heard from Cairo that the waters are rising, and the first green slimy con- dition of the augmented stream attests the fact. This OP THE SUEZ CANAL. 9 greenness, however, is soon gone, and the waters wax more turbid as the tide advances rapidly. They be- come at last deep red like a river of blood, opaque and thick, throughout Upper Egypt. This is the Eed Nile. The rise goes on now somewhat fitfully but incessantly. The thick opaque character sometimes partially disappears, but the deep - red hue never, during high Nile, until the lower lands are reached, by which time much of the sediment has been deposited. Along the banks nature a-tiptoe waits for the welcome flood. Indefatigably it spreads itself over the burnt face of the wilderness, and the green herb is possible once more. Dams burst, and obstructions are carried away with a mighty noise, but the sound is not one of terror : all living things know it, and rush to meet the kindly power. And yet, though it comes to bless, its majesty, like the state of Jove, may be dangerous to the rash or improvident : an ill- fenced farm or village will be swept away like a hen- roost ; but these are rare accidents. The general feeling is joy. " The men " (these are the words of Osburn, who has all along been followed in the de- scription of the overflow) " the men, the children, the buffaloes, gambol in its refreshing waters, the broad waves sparkle with shoals of fish, and fowl of every wing flutter over them in clouds. Nor is this jubilee of nature confined to the higher orders of creation. The moment the sand becomes moistened by the approach of the fertilising waters, it is literally 10 EGYPT AND THE STORY alive with insects innumerable. It is impossible to stand by the side of one of these noble streams, to see it every moment sweeping away some obstruction to its majestic course, and widening as its flows, without feeling the heart to expand with love and joy and confidence in the great Author of this annual miracle f ot mercy. By midwinter the river is again running blue within its banks. And now, ere we pass to the chronicles of Egypt, a few thoughts are due to some important uses to which Providence has been pleased to put this land. Abram, perishing of famine, was led thither and nourished at a time when he was childless, and his death must have frustrated the splendid promises which were to take effect through him. Later on, his descendants, still a small band, preceded by Joseph, found an asylum in Goshen, and multiplied there a peculiar people, although at length evilly entreated. Again, on the banks of Nile the compassion of Pharaoh's daughter reached the little being in whose doomed life were wrapped up, so to speak, the oracles of God, and the deliverance of His people. And, lastly, when another Joseph fled by night from the sword of Herod, and took the young Child and His mother, it was into Egypt that he departed. Thus were the purposes of Heaven and the hope of the world made mysteriously to survive through the shelter of Egypt ! It is impossible, in a paper of the length to which this can reach, to give an historical account, however OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 11 meagre, of the country and its government; and yet to say nothing of its annals would be to omit one of the most interesting of the topics proposed for con- sideration. Perhaps if some well-known epochs in other history be selected, and the measure of Egyp- tian periods be taken by them as a scale, we may get something of an outline which, filled in with a note or two, may take us irregularly down the stream of Time. For, as the learned reader will not require to be told, the Egyptians, as far as we know, were innocent of dates referring to any well-known era. They have recorded the lengths of reigns, but left it doubtful in regard to some of these whether they were distinct and consecutive, or wholly or partially contemporaneous. The student, therefore, can do no more than determine, to the best of his judgment, the actual succession and chain of kings down to some known date ; and then, by means of the chronology so obtained, work back and reduce occurrences to our standard of time. It is an interesting truth, that the old Egyptians left a profusion of records in the forms of tablets, papyrus -rolls, obelisks, pictures, statues, mummy-cases, &c. ; and that knowledge of the men and facts to which these relate has by no means reached its fulness, as it was supposed a century ago to have done. On the contrary, the light, eclipsed at that time, seems to have been grow- ing stronger ever since ; and not only has knowledge of the most ancient Egyptians increased most remark- ably, but there is the best reason to hope that the 12 EGYPT AND THE STORY means of full and accurate knowledge exist, and that the science of deciphering is all that we want to make us intimately acquainted with this wonderful people and their long-sped ages. Great learning and acu- men have been brought to bear on this alluring subject ; and the regret now seems to be, not that the means of knowledge fail us, but that time and oppor- tunity will not in our day suffice for the use of a modest fraction of the means. While we were ignorant ourselves, we moderns after the manner of benighted and satisfied people largely imputed ignorance and mendacity to chroni- clers. Dear old Herodotus was reviled as a story- teller (in a bad sense) or a dupe ; Manetho and Era- tosthenes as wilful impostors ; Diodorus and Strabo as men to be heard with extreme caution. But the admission of the light has tended to reconcile these ancients with each other, and with contemporary history. Discrepancies enough there are still ; but instead of sneering at these, our pundits now indulge a hope that the difficulty has been only in ourselves, and that the keys of the enigmas are in the temples, or the pyramids, or the tombs, or graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever. We all remember how, in the Eastern story, All Baba, after he had robbed the robbers, took to measur- ing his gold in a vessel he had so much that he could not possibly count the coins, and so he took account of them by the bushel. Something in the same way, Egyptian histories, embarrassed by the OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 13 wealth of their lore, give us bushels or sheaves of kings, reckoning them by dynasties, not reigns. It is very well for Roman empires, French monarchies, and such ephemera, to note the names of consuls or kings : old Egypt tells off its Pharaohs as we buy hobnails by the score. Thirty-one dynasties, say the autho- rities, make up the account of government from the beginning of history to the Macedonian subjugation. And now to raise some idea of what these dynasties were. The most ancient fact popularly known concerning Egypt is, of course, the visit of the patriarch Abram. He found a Pharaoh on the throne, and this Pharaoh, as is said by some who have taken much trouble to investigate the matter, was King Acthoes of the llth dynasty. The llth dynasty, let it be noted! and Acthoes was the 6th " ? of his dynasty. There had, therefore, been ten dynasties and five reigns of another dynasty (to say nothing of god -dynasties and hero-dynasties) before the day of Abram. Who and what were all these dynasties \ Well, some of the earliest to wit, the gods and heroes who do not count in the thirty-one were shadows, if not fables : shadows if, as some of the learned think, they repre- sent Adam, Seth, Noah, and Noah's son and grand- sons ; myths if their literal character of gods and demi-gods be not removed. And perhaps it may be thought, if proof of antiquity be the object, that * Or 16th, according to some. The more moderate calculation is here taken. 14 EGYPT AND THE STORY Adam might serve the turn of the most ambitious. This, however, is by no means the case, for Adam the Adam that we are descended from was created only 4004 years before Christ, whereas Egypt claims to have had a king 18,000 years before their first historical king ; and further, the priests told Herod- otus that the first historical king reigned 11,366 years before Herodotus was in Egypt that is, 11,800 years before Christ ! This boast, however, their own chron- icler, Manetho, does not undertake to make good. He is content with 3555 years before Christ as the time of the first - recorded Pharaoh, which takes Egypt back, at any rate, to a date anterior to the Flood ; and we find that there are moderns who, with a sort of geological licence, by no means wish to limit the dates of Egypt to the Flood or the Creation. It is not here intended to say how these questions should be determined. Even if one of the god-kings be Noah himself, and another Phut his grandson, and another Mizraim, as some suppose, these, as Egyptian rulers, can hardly be called historical. And there is the less reason for dwelling on such speculations, that we do not get down very far in the lists before we come on a name that can be verified. Herodotus names a king Menes. Manetho's list has the same name at the head of the first dynasty ten dynasties before Abram's friend. Now, a false list of names may have been given to Herodotus, and another false list may have been published by Manetho nothing was easier : it was only to invent the names, and the OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 15 thing was done. But when men in the nineteenth century after Christ begin to learn how to read Egyp- tian inscriptions ; and when, on tablets and in tombs of undoubted antiquity, and of a date little posterior to the monarch, we find, fresh and uneffaced, his name and the names of his successors, and an account of his works ; when some of the works themselves, and the remains and traces of others, are yet to be seen on the surface of the earth ; and when the inscriptions and the works agree with the accounts of ancient writers, then we begin to feel that we are on solid ground. And we have the above proofs, all the learned agree, in the case of Menes. There was such a king ; he was Egypt's proto-monarch ; and if we put aside all calculations that would disagree with Scrip- tural chronology, and accept the most modest anti- quity for Menes, we must even then put him down as having lived 446 years before Abram. He is known not only to have lived, but to have undertaken vast engineering works, which means that he reigned over an advanced people. Menes, then, is our starting-point ; but we must not jump down to Abram yet. Another important king or two have to be noted before we arrive at Abram's friend. Lord Byron wrote : " What are the hopes of man 1 Old Egypt's king Cheops erected the first pyramid And largest, thinking it was just the thing To keep his memory whole and mummy hid ; But somebody or other rummaging, Burglariously broke his coffin's lid. 16 EGYPT AND THE STORY * Let not a monument give you or me hopes, Since not a pinch of dust remains of Cheops." In truth it is highly probable that not one pinch of dust does remain of Cheops. As regards his mummy, therefore, the design has been a failure ; not so, how- ever, as regards his memory ; for, even since Lord Byron wrote, this generation has made acquaintance with old Cheops, and (if we may parody Sir Lucius OTrigger) though his dirty dust may have slipped through our fingers, his memory and his family pictures are as fresh as ever. The recognition came about on this wise. The pyramid was robbed, the sarcophagus broken, and nothing was demonstrable except that somebody had lain there. Nevertheless Cheops was a match for Time. They ransacked his tomb, and thought they had exhausted the secrets of the pyramid, but they had not. A cunning chamber was contrived in the mass of masonry, which was entered in the year 1837 or thereabouts, to which time, from, the date of its construction long before Abram, it had never been seen by mortal eye, never trodden by mortal foot, we may confidently believe. Before this discovery no hieroglyphic had been found in the pyramid, and it was believed that the invention of hieroglyphics was posterior to the building of the pyramid. The discovery of the chamber showed how little we knew about the matter. Whether or not it was a crafty device of Cheops to keep his inscriptions locked away by themselves, certain it is that he did secure his inscriptions until an age when men knew OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 17 their value and could read them. And now we know that Cheops, otherwise Shufu, otherwise Suphis, did build the Great Pyramid. His name and titles are emblazoned therein, as are also the names of his kin- dred. Cheops was a king of the 4th dynasty. Chephren, the brother of Cheops, built the second pyramid, in which his name is inscribed ; and the third pyramid was said by Herodotus to have been built by Mycerinus or Mencherinus, the son and suc- cessor of Chephren. Manetho calls the same person Mencheres. The story of the building, and the exist- ence of Mencheres himself, were set down as fables by the scoffers, and the world was cautioned against receiving the imposture. Colonel Vyse, however, thirty years ago, vindicated the credit of the histor- ians, and confounded the sceptics, by finding the mummy and cerements of Mencheres, and the top of his coffin with his name thereon. So now the deposed and somewhat friable monarch, personally produced in court at the tender age of about 4000 years, with a label to prove his identity the oldest inhabitant being unable to speak to the fact is reinstated in all his rights and privileges. To speak seriously, the proofs of Mencheres having reigned and built the third pyramid, and been buried in it, are accepted by the learned as conclusive. From Mencheres down to Abram's friend Acthoes we do not care to mention any name. Acthoes seems to have settled a long intestine strife which had been raging concerning the limbs of the god Osiris for some B 18 EGYPT AND THE STORY generations ; and we know that he was most attentive to Abram and Sarai, and that he had a polished off- hand way of apologising for any little inadvertence. Phiops, Apappus, or Aphophis, of the 14th dynasty, is understood to be the Pharaoh who reigned when Joseph was sold into Egypt. He reigned at Helio- polis, the scriptural On. He lived to receive Jacob and the patriarchs, and to establish them in Goshen, and died being eighty years old. His son Melaneres, and his immediate successors, continued the same benevolent policy towards the Israelites, who multi- plied and throve in Egypt until the 19th dynasty, wherein " there arose up a new king over Egypt which knew not Joseph." This king, there is reason to believe, was no other than the great Rameses ; and some commentators go the length of saying that the great Rameses is no other than the great Sesostris. Let this identity be accepted, and we have the illus- trious Sesostris the first cause of the plagues and the Red Sea catastrophe. He is not, however, our hard- hearted acquaintance of the Book of Exodus. Sesos- tris was a great builder of cities, monuments, and forts, as well as a great warrior. He was of a dif- ferent stock from the monarchs who were friendly to Israel, and he made the children of Jacob toil in his quarries, form his bricks, drag his huge statues, exca- vate tombs, &c., instead of allowing them to thrive in the land of Goshen as heretofore. Thus were they disestablished and disendowed when Moses was born and ordered to be thrown into the Nile. His daugh- OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 19 ter, the tender-hearted Thuoris, it is suggested, was the preserver of Moses, and his mother by adoption, who bred him up in all the learning and wisdom of the Egyptians, with the intention of placing him on the throne of Egypt. For this compassionate princess had been, for political purposes, married to an infant husband, a husband who was as young as Moses was when he lay in the bulrushes, and she did not hope to give birth to an heir. It may not have been her purpose at the time of the rescue to place Moses on the throne, because she had a brother then living ; but this brother died soon after his father Sesostris, leaving a very young son, in whose minority Thuoris herself reigned, and it was during this reign of hers probably that she formed such a large destiny for Moses. This explains the amount of the sacrifice which Moses made when he refused to be called the son of Pharaoh's daughter, and preferred to suffer affliction with the people of God. When Moses slew the Egyptian, Thuoris was probably dead, and it was her husband Siphtha, now a middle-aged man, who sought to slay Moses. Siphtha, too, was dead before the day of the burning bush, by which time Sethos, the nephew of Thuoris, and during whose youth she had reigned, had succeeded to her throne, vice Moses, who declined the appointment. This Sethos is the man who could not be brought to see the importance of removing his Jewish disabilities, and who braved plagues and drowning rather than let Israel go. Be- sides his punishment while alive, he underwent that 20 greatest of Egyptian misfortunes that he could not be made a mummy of, seeing that he lay dead in the Eed Sea.* For some time after the exodus the Scriptures say nothing about Egypt, until, in the First Book of Kings, we hear of Hadad, a young Edomite, who fled into Egypt, and married the sister of Tahpenes the queen. This must have been in the 21st dynasty. In the 22d we arrive at that Shishak to whom Jero- boam fled, and with whom he found shelter until after the death of Solomon. This Shishak was the first of the many foreign enemies who entered Jeru- salem and pillaged the Temple. It is now necessary to hurry on, or space will fail. Somewhere in the 24th Egyptian dynasty Kome was founded. About the same period the power of Egypt was declining, and she found it hard to keep off her Eastern enemies. Assyria now begins to be the great power, and to domineer over the neighbouring coun- tries. In the 25th dynasty the Assyrians got a check from Tirhaka or Tehrak, and the evil day was post- poned. Then Egypt and Greece fought side by side for a season, and the former took a part in wearing out the Jewish kingdom. Neco slew King Josiah, and carried Jehoahaz prisoner to Egypt ; but this same Neco quailed before Nebuchadnezzar, who after- wards, it is supposed, invaded Egypt. The glory was * In this glance at the period from Jacob to Moses, Mr Osburn's recon- struction of Egyptian history has been followed. There are other and dis- similar methods of uniting Egyptian with Jewish chronology. OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 21 now rapidly departing, and the 26th dynasty was brought to an end by the Persian invasion. The old country had now to endure a whole dynasty (the 27th) of Persian kings, kicking hard all the time, but unable to remove her bonds, until at last, about 400 years B.C., she reconquered her freedom, and was ruled by Egyptian kings through the 28th, 29th, and 30th dynasties. Then again she was reduced by the Per- sians, who furnished her 31st dynasty, and held their ground till the conquest by Alexander the Great, 332 B.C. Just before the Christian era, Egypt shared the fate of the other countries of the world and became a Eoman province the story of Cleopatra marking the period as a romantic point in history. The language of this remarkable people is another curiosity. There is every reason to believe that the native Christian population read their Bibles and preserve their hymns and religious books in the same tongue which was used in the days of the Pharaohs. It has not been in common use since the twelfth century, but it would seem that there were persons who could speak it as late as the seventeenth century. This language has become a most important study, now that keys have been found for some of the hiero- glyphics ; for the country is absolutely covered with inscriptions, and most of these inscriptions contain information that we much desire to possess. Inscrip- tion, fortunately for the curious of this country, was a perfect mania with the old Egyptians. Not only did they inscribe great monuments, tombs, &c., but 22 EGYPT AND THE STORY they put their mark on everything that could carry it. There are, we firmly believe, the means of ample knowledge if we can but find the wit to interpret. But, be it remembered, it is not so much the language (which, as has been said, is still preserved in sacred books) as the characters in which it is written, which present the puzzle. One perplexity arises from the fact that there were two languages one for ordinary uses, and the other known only to the priests. Be- sides which there were varieties of writing, used pos- sibly according to fixed rules, but very confusing till the rules shall be found. Three varieties are recog- nised thus far. One would appear to be alphabetical writing, although done in pictures that is to say, there is a sign for every letter, and, unfortunately, more than one sign for each. A second is simply pictorial writing, wherein a drawing of the object stands for it. The third is a symbolical writing, where pictures do not stand for the objects which they represent, but for some other objects signified by them figuratively or arbitrarily. In this last kind, the representation of some natural object as a bird, a serpent, a hatchet may represent a whole word, a syllable, or a letter. There are no stops. It has, however, come to light that very often, besides the characters which form the word, a drawing of the thing intended is given. The three kinds of writing are often intermixed in one inscription wherefore, we know not and thus a pretty complication was presented ; indeed, it was no wonder that at one time OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 23 the hieroglyphics were looked upon as little more than quaint devices of little or no significance. Great genius, however, and great patience, having been exer- cised in respect of the writings, have at length solved some of the difficulties, and shown us how the rest may be solved. A stone was dug up at Kosetta in 1798, having on it an inscription three times graven, and each time in a different character. One of the characters was the Greek, which could be read ; and it being suspected that the other two were the Egyp- tian forms of the same words, the learned set to work, and before long had something like the beginning of an alphabet. It was not till 1822 that M. Champol- lion, the most successful discoverer, published his vocabulary, which gave at once a clue and a new impetus to the ingenious of all countries. There are so many other heads under which it would be gratifying to write of ancient Egypt, that to have to turn away from them for want of space is grievous. Arts, sciences, religion, manners, monu- ments, dress, might all have furnished interesting periods. Possibly the pleasure of treating of these in a popular form may yet be in reserve, if the public mind continue to be occupied with Egypt. At pre- sent, it is imperative that we turn to those works of ancient Egypt which lead up to the achievement that has put modern Egypt on every man's tongue this day. Canals are not new things in Egypt. Menes constructed water-works on a magnificent scale. The draining of natural lakes and swamps, and the con- 24 EGYPT AND THE STORY struction of artificial lakes, the diversion of the courses of streams (branches of the Nile), enclosing of stone reservoirs, and so on, appear to have occupied all generations. The skill and labour-power being theirs, the application of them in this way was obvious, where terrestrial water was of such importance. It does not appear, however, to have occurred to any one before Sesostris to open up a water-communica- tion with the Ked Sea. He conceived such a design, and some say that he executed it ; but there is no certainty as to whether he did the latter or not. Traces of a canal connecting the Nile with the Red Sea have certainly been discovered ; and it is known that Pharaoh-Neco either re-formed that which Sesos- tris had before made, or was the author of the work. " It went off," says Mr Kenrick, " from the Nile in the neighbourhood of the modern town of Belbeis, supposed to represent the Bubastis Agria of the Greeks, and ran eastward through a natural valley, the Goshen of Jewish history, till it reached the Bitter Lakes, which derive their quality from the saline im- pregnations of the Desert. The influx of the waters of the Nile rendered them sweet, and they abounded in fish and aquatic birds. Issuing from these, it pursued a southerly course to Suez. Towards the western end its traces are very visible notwithstanding the deposit of the Nile, which has partly filled it up ; towards the east, where the influence of the Desert is more power- ful, it has nearly disappeared." Neco did not, how- ever, perfect his canal, though he expended myriads OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 25 of men in the excavation. Darius, who followed him on the work, effected the junction with the sea. Ptolemy II. completed the operation, and added a flood-gate. The work, after all, was abandoned, and became only a relic of past greatness and daring and skill. As an antiquity, the French explored its course during their occupation of Egypt at the beginning of the century. Although to connect the Red Sea with the Nile was in a manner to connect it with the Mediterranean, the junction of the two seas does not seem to be what the Pharaohs had in view. They desired to make a port on the Red Sea available for shipping their own pro- duce, and for trade between Egypt and the East, and something like a dockyard seems to have been estab- lished by them at Suez. What thought of barbarous Europe or her interests had great Egypt when she did this ? what recked Europe whether Egypt did it or not \ Now let fall the curtain on old Egypt. Raise the curtain again on the latter part of the nineteenth century after Christ, and what is the scene? The nations of the West grown to manhood, and civilised as no nations of the earth have ever before been, have penetrated to the ends of the world, and carried wealth and skill and energy into every zone. They have made the sea a highway, and ploughed it with keels borne down by mighty freights. The West and East, no longer strange one to another, advance each year in intercommunion and brother- 26 EGYPT AND THE STORY hood. Means of intercourse, facilities of transport, increase apace, but as yet there is a stern physical impediment the way is long. Who shall minister to the impatience of modern minds I Who shall abridge the passage between the rising and the set- ting sun ? Then stands forth Egypt the Egypt that was Pharaoh's waking from a long sleep, decayed and halting, but trembling with a reflux of life. She vaunts that she will bring two seas together, that she will make the path of Europe and Asia straight. But men doubt doubt her ability, her resources, her knowledge doubt her, stamped as she is with the achievements of fifty centuries. She may fail; but while we can look at the Pyramids, and the Sphinx, and the Labyrinth, it is impious to predict a failure. Egypt came to the rescue, and we have the word of Egypt's Viceroy that the design of piercing the Isthmus was conceived by the native Government, and was not adopted on the motion of a foreigner. This, if we would judge impartially of the achieve- ment, is a very important consideration; for we know how, from the very first, it has been imputed that European intrigue was the parent of the undertaking, and that political, not cosmopolitan, ends were to be served by it. If, then, the voluntary declaration of the Egyptian Prince can be relied on, it was with a view of regaining for his country an honourable place in the councils of the world, and of establishing her fame and his own, that he took the project under his protection, and resolved that the great idea should OP THE SUEZ CANAL. 2*7 unfold into a mighty work. Well would it have been for the work and for its promoters if this had been understood ten or twelve years ago ! well, perhaps, for all concerned, except M. F. de Lesseps. He is excepted, because, if there had been only smooth sailing if there had been no imputation, no misre- presentation, no prophecy of failure, no scoffing then the perseverance, energy, and confidence of M. de Lesseps could not possibly stand out as they now do. The opponents of the scheme have given oppor- tunity to M. de Lesseps of proving himself to be one of the great. In a tableau toward which the regard of the whole world is directed, his is the principal figure. With the fame of a work which rivals the works of Sesostris and of Cheops, the name of M. de Lesseps is associated for all time. They who have been watching the close of the affair for the last year or two may well be astonished when they look back and perceive how men refused to believe that which is now a patent fact nay, how they did believe in and affirm results which have never come to pass. Our English commercial bodies, it is true, highly approved of the scheme when it was propounded to them. They were taken captive, partly by the splendour of the conception, partly by the prospect of expansion which opened to their own profession. They signified their approval and good wishes, but this meant neither belief nor effec- tual support. It meant that, waiving the question of the practicability of the design in an engineering, 28 EGYPT AND THE STORY a financial, or a political acceptation, they would be delighted to see accomplished the maritime canal which had been propounded to them by the lively portraiture of M. de Lesseps, or the forcible repre- sentations of Mr Lange. The living faith which is necessary to the excavation of long canals no less than to the removal of mountains, was not in them. They wished rather than hoped ; and when they looked through the length and breadth of England, they found little to help their unbelief. The Prime Minister, a chief grown grey in worldly wisdom, to whom they were accustomed to look for a shrewd, penetrating, perspicacious opinion of public acts, took the lead in denouncing the scheme. The dismember- ment of Turkey and seizure of Egypt by a rival power that should bar us from our empire in the East, were what he saw foreshadowed in M. de Lesseps' pro- spectus ; in M. de Lesseps himself he saw a charlatan. He refused to believe that there was the least inten- tion of making a canal ; and boldly affirmed that, if attempted, the work would be frustrated by natural impediments, and the promoters ruined by the failure. Such was the tone of the head of the Government, who did not fail to sway his subalterns, or to send a general misgiving through the country. Referring to the tone of the press, we find many a journal that is now lauding the Canal in all its numbers, and pre- paring to electrify its readers with a description of the opening ceremonies, pointing the finger of scorn, drop- ping about such terms as " swindle," " bubble," and OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 29 otherwise damning with praise far beyond faintness. This encouraging notice would be kept up all the week, and, at the week's end, the weekly mentor which cannot err would decree that the thing was impossible and ruinous. Such dicta, inferior only to the words of fate, if inferior to them, would have stopped any ordinary man. Then it was set forth how M. de Lesseps was living deliciously how he was madly flinging away the money of his dupes how he was in league with the Viceroy to devote the Egyptians to a worse than negro slavery, and to death in the wilderness. " The Canal will be a stagnant ditch," said some. " It will be a wild unmanageable current," said others. " It will silt up with the deposit of the Nile." " It will be filled by the sand of the Desert." " The Bitter Lakes, through which it is to pass, will be filled up with salt." " The Mediterranean entrance cannot be kept open." These, and many more, were the cheering prophecies that M. de Les- seps was complimented with in English journals, which, after deciding that the Canal could not be made, were especially careful to affix to it the brand of commercial infamy by showing that it would not pay. M. de Lesseps procured a concession from the Viceroy sanctioning the commencement of the works ; but this concession was not good without the Sultan's ratification, and great pressure was put upon the Sul- tan to induce him to withhold his approval. The difficulty was at length overcome through the perse- 30 EGYPT AND THE STORY OF THE SUEZ CANAL. verance and insistance of M. de Lesseps, who forth- with made a demonstration by commencing the works. The scorn with which this act was treated by some of our writers could hardly be exceeded. It was an impudent pretence, they said, got up to quiet the weak minds of his dupes paltry, futile, and disingenuous. In spite of this, M. de Lesseps worked on. Now, whether the Suez Canal will prove a triumph of engineering, whether it will ultimately be a paying speculation, and whether it may be made to operate injuriously to England, are questions which it is not intended here to decide. They must receive a solu- tion shortly, and we may await it. But many of the accusations against M. de Lesseps and against his work have already been repelled. He has answered the taunt, that he never contemplated any real work, by actually completing a very great work : he has shown that an enormous amount of dredging may be kept continually in process. He has made no slave in the wilderness. M. de Lesseps is clearly no char- latan. If he should fail, it will be said of him as of Phaethon, " Magnis tamen excidit ausis." It is time now to say something of what M. de Lesseps undertook to do; and, the better to under- stand this, it will be well to look at the map which accompanies this paper, and which is reduced in scale, by permission of the author, from a map which was appended to Mr Hawkshaw's, F.RS., Report to the Egyptian Government in 1863, concerning the Canal. SUEZ CANAL General Map. 32 EGYPT AND THE STORY The ultimate design was to pierce the Isthmus from the Bay of Pelusium to Suez by a ship-canal ; but in order to do this, preliminary works were necessary. Suez had no fresh water save what was brought in tanks from Cairo ; it therefore was required, for the existence of the workmen and for the prosecution of the works, that plenty of fresh water should be forth- coming. A fresh-water canal from the Nile to the ship-canal was in consequence designed and executed. It leaves the Nile near Cairo, and takes the course indicated by the line on the map to Lake Timseh. It is 26 feet wide and 4 feet deep. While it was in pro- gress, water had to be brought to the workmen on the backs of camels ; but when it was once complete, a supply along the line of the ship-canal was possible. Having thus got water, the next care was the con- struction of a depot, and this was established on the north shore of Lake Timseh. Ismailia is the name of it, derived from that of the Pacha Ismail. This town has now grown so large that it contains 5000 inhabitants. In making the fresh- water canal, the Company foresaw that by this means much land heretofore desert might be brought into cultivation. They therefore procured the right of cultivating such land as they might render fertile. This right they after- wards sold back with the fresh-water canal to the Egyptian Government, who are bound to maintain the Canal works. The sale appears to have been much to the Company's advantage. OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 33 Nothing now barred the realisation of the project of the ship-canal, which was accordingly proceeded with. This canal takes the line (see map) from Port Said, a creation of the Company, in the Bay of Pelu- sium, by Lake Menzaleh, Lake Buleh, Lake Timseh, and the Bitter Lakes, to Suez. " In that part of the Isthmus of Suez," says Mr Hawkshaw, in his Report,* " extending from the Eed Sea to the Mediterranean, there is a remarkable valley or depression of the soil. Beginning at the upper end of the Eed Sea, this depression passes from Suez round the north-eastern side of the mountain of Geneffe", by El Ambak, Sera- peum, Timsal, El Guisr, and Kantara to Port Said, and sinks in places below the surface of the Red Sea and of the Mediterranean." It was along this depres- sion that the ship-canal was intended to run. For- merly a belief existed that the Eed Sea level was higher by 30J feet than the level of the Mediter- ranean. A survey made at the end of the last century, by direction of the first Napoleon, seemed to confirm this belief. The belief was nevertheless proved to be an error, by the incontrovertible evi- dence of M. Bourdaloue, who, in 1846, executed a most careful survey, and ascertained that the levels of the Eed .Sea and the Mediterranean, if they differ at all, differ by only a few inches ; that is to say, inappreciably as regards the Canal. It was of course proper to execute the different * Keport of John Hawkshaw, F.K.S., to the Egyptian Government, 3d February 1863. 34 EGYPT AND THE STORY portions of this great work in such order that every part done should aid the completion of the remainder ; and communication between the Bay of Pelusium and Lake Timseh being manifestly an auxiliary, the first instalment of the ship-canal was a channel of comparatively small dimensions, joining those points. This work appears to have been at first of about the same section as the fresh-water canal before men- tioned, sufficient, nevertheless, for the passage of flat- bottomed boats of small draught of water. It was formed by dredging through Lake Menzaleh, and by digging and excavating over the ground between Lakes Menzaleh and Timseh. A portion of the jetty at Port Said was likewise executed, and another depot, with workshops, plant, and machinery, was there established. This work at Port Sai'd, not more than seven years old, was the germ of a town which now contains 10,000 inhabitants. Not only has the town been built, but much of the site of it has been reclaimed from the sea in that interval. Beginning by drawing its provisions, water, and fuel from Da- mietta, a town far to the westward, the town of Port Said, as it and the works of the Canal advanced to- gether, gradually threw off its dependence on Da- mietta, and a co-operative relationship between Is- mailia and Port Said ripened. The fresh water is now pumped by a fifty-horse-power engine through pipes from "the canal near Ismailia to Port Said, and of course to every intermediate station on the line of the maritime canal. OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 35 At this stage then, we have, 1st, The water of the Nile brought to Lake Timseh ; 2d, Port Said and Ismailia established ; 3d, A boat-canal, in working condition, from Port Said to Ismailia ; 4th, Fresh water carried all along the line north of Timseh ; 5th, A jetty, partly constructed, at Port Said. Lake Timseh was generally dry, or nearly so ; and when its basin was connected with the Mediterranean, as recorded above, the waters of the sea rushed into the basin, and began to fill it. It was five months be- fore the basin was full. Let it be noted that the levels of the fresh and salt canals are not the same, and that they are separated by two locks. It will be seen at once how stone, quarried anywhere along the line between Ismailia and Port Sa'id, could be made available wherever wanted for the works. Stone from the shores of Timseh is in the jetty of Port Said. The next undertaking was the extension of the fresh- water canal to Suez ; and this was successfully carried out. Suez now, like Port Said, enjoyed its continuous supply of fresh water, and new and excel- lent stone-quarries at Genefie became available for the whole works. The southern branch of the fresh-water canal runs, through part of its length, in the channel of the old canal of the Pharaohs. It need not be added, if the reader has kept bis eye on the map, that as soon as the fresh-water canal was complete to Suez, there was water -communication for flat -bottomed boats from the Mediterranean to the Ked Sea. All 36 EGYPT AND THE STORY that was yet done was, however, but preliminary work. The formation of a harbour at either end, and of the great canal for ships, had now to be proceeded with, and the last five years have been spent in inde- fatigably pushing forward these operations. The whole length of the Canal is about ninety miles. From Suez to the Bitter Lakes is above twelve miles ; the passage through the Bitter Lakes is about twenty-four miles ; eight miles from these to Lake Timseh ; through Lake Timseh, three miles ; on to Lake Buleh, eleven miles ; eleven more to Lake Men- zaleh ; and through Lake Menzaleh, twenty miles. The established width is 328 feet ; but, where difficult cuttings occur, the width is less. The sides slope to a width at bottom of 246 feet. The highest ground cut through is at El Guisr, where the excavation is 85 feet. At Serapeum there is a cutting of 62 feet. Nearer Suez there is a cutting of 56 feet. Through the lakes the channel was of course dredged. The depth of the Canal is 26 feet. The last act recorded was the letting in of the waters of the Red Sea to the Bitter Lakes, which, it is presumed, are still filling, they having been almost dry till the Canal was made.* Two jetties or moles stretch into the sea, one nearly 3000 yards long, the other 2000 yards, to form the harbour of Port Said. At 3000 yards from the coast- line a water-depth of 30 feet is found. The harbour- works have, of course, been very heavy and expensive. * This was written in October 1869. OF THE SUEZ CANAL. 37 At Suez the Company are forming a mole of 900 yards long, under shelter of which the ship-channel to deep water has been formed by dredging. Somewhere about 12,000,000 have been expended upon the work. The quantities of earth excavated and dredged out have seemed fabulous when put in figures. The machines used have been, to a great extent, invented for this work, and are of great power and ingenuity. The dredging and pumping has gone on night and day. A rail way, * it should be added, has been made from Suez to Ismailia. Such is the work as it stands. All who may see it will say that it is gigantic ; but they will only half appreciate the achievement if they view it indepen- dently of the force and constancy with which it has been pushed forward. So far every difficulty has been overcome. It still remains to be proved whether access to, and depth in, the Canal can be maintained with reasonable labour, and whether, if it be maintained, the income will exceed the outlay. It is certain that the ancient canals of the Isthmus were for some reason or other abandoned, and that the result was the same on every occasion of their trials. But the conditions in the present day are widely different from what they have ever before been ; and there is every reason to expect that the skill which, so far, has overcome all diffi- culties, will not have been at fault in reckoning the ultimate value of the performance. * Not shown on the map. 38 EGYPT AND THE STORY OF THE SUEZ CANAL. Before this paper can be in type, the initial suffici- ency of the Suez Canal will have been tested by the passage of a fleet of steam-ships freighted with the great, the beautiful, the rich, the curious. Let Great Britain wish success with all her heart, casting aside dark forebodings and narrow jealousies. It has been her boast hitherto that she has made her greatness consist with the progress of mankind, not that it has been antagonistic thereto. New defences, new treaties, a new policy, will doubtless now be necessary; and should some knot worthy the remedy gather, we must cut it, as we have done before, with the sword. There is a parry for every thrust ; therefore let us turn from the speck of shadow, and look towards the extended prospect of brightness. That which brings Europe near to ludia, brings also India near to Europe, and India is England's. We must do our duty by India, and make her a source of strength ; then we, and not our rivals, will be the gamers by the piercing of the Isthmus. 39 CHAPTEE II. GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. A LETTER TO BULLION BALES, ESQ. OP MANCHESTER, FROM HIS FRIEND MR SCAMPER. July 1870. MY DEAR BALES, My three telegrams one only two days old must have advised you that I am alive and moving. How I have lived and moved I now propose to tell you. Imprimis, with reference to those favourite similes of yours about a child bounding from the schoolroom, or a bird liberated from a cage, believe me, they do not apply to folk like you and me fleeing from our desks and ledgers. Manchester goes with us, hanging on like Sinbad's old man. One who has been long in populous city pent does not, if he has been pursuing a business therein, disengage himself from the populous city so easily as a poet may think. Prythee, then, Bales, give over your similes, for they prove to those who have travelled that you have not. I was not unprepared for the feverish bustle of my last few days before starting. Where fresh work 40 GETTING OUT OP THE SMOKE. comes pouring in up to the last minute, it is in vain that you seek those few quiet hours which are to be devoted to the plans and provisions of the journey; "rusticus expectat dum defluit amnis," the leisure never comes, and you go away distracted. You have forgotten a good many necessary things, and you are persuaded that you have forgotten a great many more, which afterwards turn out all right ; you would many times on your way to the station stop the carriage and turn back if you had not run the time so fine ; it is anything but a luxury that first half-hour's communing with your own spirit. And when, at last, comes the reflection that it is too late to remedy an omission in regard to personal wants, you don't subside into calm. There are a hundred business matters first intended to be done by your- self, then to be carefully committed to the doing of another, which, you think, have been neither done nor committed ; and you study how the shortest possible form of words shall convey the necessary instructions in the telegrams which you will rush to despatch as soon as you are out of the train. As you rummage your vocabulary to make these concise, a proverb keeps buzzing about your brain that brevity is the soul of something or other, but telegraphy is too long a word to fit in. What is the word \ Hang the word ! how the deuce shall I abridge this message to Bales without vitiating its import ? How often do you say in your haste that a holiday is not worth having on these terms ; that GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 41 but for shame you would turn back now, and bring your perplexity and your trip to a sudden end to- gether ! You can't do this, and by-and-by you find out that there is no remedy for your forgetfulness, except the telegrams which you have invented ; and so that trouble is dismissed, but only to make way for another. You have arranged to do so many things in London and its suburbs ! and the time allowed, which cannot be exceeded, will never suffice for all these, and you begin to enumerate them for your comfort. It all seemed simple enough when you were planning, but now it is clear that it never can be done. Thus does your mind, once set a-fret- ting, find the means of continuing its own disquiet. Well, you get to London, and don't send off the pithy telegrams which took such a world of labour to frame ; you find that seven-eighths of the things supposed to have been forgotten or unprovided for have been carefully looked to ; and that, although you have no spare time in London, you do get through all your programme and are prepared to start at the appointed time. On making this departure from London for the coast, and not before that, you really begin to feel that you are leaving some of your cares behind. What I have described above has always been my experience in getting away from business. But two or three days once past without the sight of new work make a different man of you, as I felt on turning out in a fresh morning to take the train for Dover. I 42 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. felt still better when I arrived on the pier and got a sight of the sea. Embarkation was no difficult matter, but it would have been much easier than it was if a broader stair had been provided at the pier ; for where there is a down current and an up current of mankind and two people can scarcely stand abreast, ascent and descent cannot be pleasant. It was a fine unsuspicious morning enough, nevertheless I found people making themselves up for a blow, or at any rate for a shipment of seas ; so, to be in the fashion, I adopted the prevailing uniform, which was a long tarpaulin dress fashioned with pieces of spun yarn for frogs and headed by a capacious hood, so that the passengers, whom I felt inclined to speak of as the brethren, resembled a convent afloat. After pacing the length of the deck once or twice I thought it prudent to sit down ; and accordingly I secured a place on a bench which held three, near the waist of the vessel, the two other occupants being an old gentleman and a lady. You know how, when you come among a crowd of strangers, there is always some group or some individual that more than all the rest attracts your notice, don't you 1 Well, on board the steamer I was not long in singling out a gentle- man as an object of interest. He did not robe himself as a monk, but it was not this singularity that caused me to observe him. He wore two wideawake hats at once, a black one over a brown one, yet neither was this the reason of my regarding him. I was fasci- nated by his peculiarly handsome face, and by the GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 43 gracious expression of it. He Lad something to say to almost everybody on board, certainly to all those who walked to and fro ; and at last he collected a crowd of passengers of all classes on the forward part of the deck and addressed them earnestly. I was too doubtful of my own behaviour on the high seas to rise and join his audience as I wished to do, but I found out afterwards that he had discovered a new interpretation of Scripture, and was anxious to caution all men that the common teaching is utterly erroneous, and that they can know nothing of real religion until they study his version. He was carrying with him to the Continent translations into many languages of one of the gospels ; but whether he travelled solely on a missionary errand, or improved the occasions' created by other business by dropping divine know- ledge on his path, I did not discover. I spoke to him before we left the ship, and learned that he was going to make a wonderfully long journey without a halt. His age may have been five-and-thirty years. But my first proceeding after settling myself in my seat was to establish relations with my immediate neigh- bour, whom I found to be an elderly and infirm gentleman going to the South for his health. The lady on his other side was taking care of him, he being a widower but lately bereaved. Had he not told me this I should never have discovered that he was a mourner : neither his garb nor manner beto- kened it. For many years he had resided abroad on his wife's account, she having been a great sufferer from 44 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. nervous disease. " Nervousness/' I said to him, " is a sad complaint to witness ; but don't you think that, where there is a strong will, a good deal may be done towards subduing the symptoms \" "I do, sir I do," replied the old gentleman with emphasis ; " but if you tell them that, they only say you're cruel and unfeeling." I imagine that he did tell his wife that very frequently, and that his remark was not well received ; perhaps it was not kindly made. I received from our converse the impression that they had differed a little on this head, and at the last had parted without much regret on either side. Our voyage was rapid, and less rough than had been anticipated. Only one or two had been seri- ously ill during the three half-hours that we had been steaming ; and now our hearts beat joyfully at the thought of a trial well past, for there, just before us, was Calais pier. But our hearts were far too hasty, and were rudely counselled not to get frolicsome on speculation. A signal was made from the shore showing that it was dead low-water of spring tide, and that our boat, small as she was, could not float alongside the pier. A tug-boat came off and took the mails from us, and we were kept waiting about a mile from the shore to be knocked about for two hours and a half a longer time than it took to get from Dover to where we lay, until the tide should rise sufficiently for us to run in and land. The ship or the sea got into a great passion at this check, and began to pitch violently ; we passengers got slightly enraged too, GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 45 those of us who had the pluck to show fight against adverse fortune : a good many, alas ! who had crossed the mid -sea gallantly, now succumbed, and were cruelly exercised. This misfortune occurs not more than three or four times a-year, and it was my supreme luck to hit one of those red-letter days. The harbour and pier arrangements are just not sufficient to meet known and regularly-recurring contingencies, and that they are not made sufficient is a just reproach on all con- cerned. It is likewise deserving of the brand of infamy that the Steam -Packet Company on these occasions take off only the mails in a smaller boat. They ought undoubtedly to provide also for landing passengers and their baggage. But as this was not done, there was nothing for it but to submit to fate and get over the time as best we might. Now, Bales, I have the pleasure of informing you that one of your pleasant predictions came to nought : my vagrancy was not even in this last tribulation punished by sea- sickness ; but I was one of those who stamped about the deck, and threatened law proceedings, and vowed they would write to the * Times/ and who would have properly denounced the Company if the language had afforded expressions heavy enough for the purpose, and who finally were somewhat appeased at the steward's locker, and then dispersed themselves into little knots to commune about all things whatsoever and certain others. A group toward which I gravi- tated was listening to a gentleman with a clear voice, 46 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. a sharp eye, and the air and sang froid of an experi- enced traveller, who, after explaining how the delay on board would affect the journey of anybody going any whither, at last showed how travellers proceeding by the Brindisi route would have to modify their plans. Apropos of which route he observed that there must be a great number of people working that way at present " to be fooled by that Egyptian delusion." I asked if he meant the Suez Canal ; and he replied that he meant what some fond people were pleased to call the Suez Canal, but what he took leave to call the Ship-trap of the Egyptian Swindle Company (unlim- ited). You see he was in this respect a man after your own heart, Bales, thoroughly imbued with dis- belief in the undertaking, and determined that it should not succeed. I ought to have known by sad experience how unprofitable is debate with a man whose eyes are firmly closed against facts and his heart steeled against conviction ; yet, untaught by the perverseness of a friend of mine in Lancashire, I ventured a mild remark in reference to the passage of a heavy ship reported only a day or two before, and for my pains I got, " I only hope, my dear sir, that you are not a shareholder in that precious Company. As to ships going through, I shall be happy to bet you a hundred pounds that the first ship that may try it will fail to effect the passage, or that you, if you are about to hazard the experiment of going through in a steamer, will stick in the mud just as all the pro- moters of the bubble will be found to have done." GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 47 My favourable opinion of the work was not sufficiently strong or sufficiently weak, which ? to lead me into opposition harangues and offers of bets ; but it re- mains, and I think will remain, unchanged. The stoppage came to an end at last ; our steamer moved up to the pier, and we were speedily on shore. I don't know whether any examination was ever made of Bloody Mary's heart to ascertain whether or not the name of Calais was written thereon, as she said it would be. I don't know whether Calais was in later years a place that it would have been worth while for England to retain, but it is one the retention of which by England France was not likely to endure a moment longer than was unavoidable. My only wonder is that we kept it so long as we did. Just fancy our having possession of an entrance into France, using the same at our pleasure, and barring the French from the use of it. This poor-looking old place, without harbour accom- modation to suit the mail service at all times of the tide, has made its noise in the world, and its little mark in history too ; and we should never pass it without a thought for those heroic citizens who pre- sented themselves ready trussed for Mr Calcraft's remote predecessor. Devotion which is to lead to a coronet or "Westminster Abbey is not so uncommon ; but a cool walk to ignominious death, simply that others may escape the vengeance of an enraged con- queror, places a man on a sublime pinnacle of human- ity, a level which hardly one in a millennium reaches. 48 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. It is good to ponder on such examples in these utili- tarian days, when the Forum may gape till it is filled by navvies, Scaevola will roast his chestnuts on his neighbour's fingers, and the returning Ulysses finds " Some friend who holds his wife and riches, And that his Argus bites him by the breeches." Delayed though we had been, I was not sorry to find on landing that there was yet a delay of a quarter of an hour, which occasion I improved by taking a meal, for it was now near three o'clock and we had breakfasted before seven. As the porter closed the railway carriage in which I was seated, the faintest whisper of a gratuity was wafted through the com- partment. No man could say that it proceeded from the official whose lips moved not, neither did his gesture betray connection with the mysterious sound. It was the most delicate insinuation of the kind that I had ever heard, and in this instance it led to nothing except the conviction in the minds of those not pre- viously informed that fees are forbidden. Now the consequences of my landing so late extend for good or ill to you, Bales, and to all whom you may suffer to read these advices of mine ; for assur- edly it was in my mind to take note of the appear- ance of the country on my way into Belgium, and then to have written something of the city of Brussels, where I meant to sleep. But because it grew dark soon after our departure from Calais, I was, " For the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works ;" GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 49 and because my arrival at Brussels would be too late to go to bed, I took the advice of a German gentle- man in the carriage, and determined to go through to Frankfort without halting. So all that I did in Brussels was to call at the Hotel de 1'Europe on my drive between terminus and terminus, and to get your letter, which I knew to be in one of the bags from which we were so ruthlessly parted by the tug-steamer. The first-class carriages on this southern line are so comfortable that I scarcely regretted the loss of my bed, but talked till we both fell asleep with my German acquaintance, who had saved me all trouble about my ticket and baggage at the Brussels station, and who afterwards despatched me with equal kind- ness from Cologne, where our ways parted. His was not an exceptional bit of civility,' but all the way I journeyed through and beyond their country, I found German travellers anxious to give advice and infor- mation, and most liberal in their personal attentions. Of this kindness they, I am sure, thought very little ; but it led me to reflect whether I had ever at home, without thinking it worth remembering, taken any trouble to assist strangers on journeys. I trust that I have ; and whether I have or not, I should like very much, if I return safely, to meet some German in difficulties on some of my frequent journeys about England. When the morning broke I was four-fifths of the way between Cologne and Mayence. The carriage was full, the other passengers being all masculine and 50 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. all German. They woke up very early and imme- diately began to talk. I was much struck with the similarity of their tones and gestures to those of Englishmen ; as I heard their accents confused by the noise of the train, the whole party might have passed for my countrymen. And yet, except historically, we hear nothing about our relationship to these people. They whose consanguinity we do prate about have not the same witness from nature by a hundred degrees that they are of our kith and kin. To find our real cousins we must> look in the land of cloudy philosophy and sauer-kraut ; there we may meet a people of like minds and feelings to our own. The country through which we were travelling was flat and little marked, in so much that to English apprehension it might in the twilight have been thought a waste. With the stronger light all the marks of cultivation appeared ; it is only the want of fences and ditches that makes Britons think of a waste : we never see at home cultivated land that isn't hedged and ramparted and fosse'd like an in- trenched camp. "Take notice, all the world," says John Bull, " this is my bit of ground ; these are my boundaries and landmarks ; overstep them if you dare ! If you only look at my property, do it respect- fully mind it is mine" Foreigners appear to get on with less jealous precautions, and perhaps with fewer lawsuits. Might not John have more comfort in his fields if he showed more confidence toward his neigh- bour, and were less defiant toward mankind in GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 51 general ? There is another question which perplexes me, and which you, my urban friend, will scarcely be able to answer. Whether wisely or unwisely, the country here is all open : why then do not the country gentlemen hunt foxes ? But all these speculations are soon dissipated by the disappearance of the land- scape which occasioned them. We are running along the bank of the Rhine and getting into the shadow of the everlasting hills. What a new set of sensations wake up at sight of them ! " High mountains," said Lord Byron, " are a feeling," and so they are ; the sight of them is like the influence of romance. Among the hills men will bear and forego, and give and be- lieve, as they never do in plains and cities. Ha ! a train of smoke ; there is, then, a steamer before us breasting the unseen stream. We are gaining on her, for the cloud becomes darker and darker, and now we must be close ; yes see, there is her chimney ! No, it is a chimney, but a brick chimney, not an iron one so there was no great merit in overtaking it with a locomotive. And now we see that it rises over a large factory, the roofs of which are visible above the river's bank. I know exactly what you have just said to yourself on reading the foregoing sentence. " Oh yes, of course ; foreigner going to undersell us," didn't you \ My dear Bales, he is going to do nothing of the kind. LOOK at the thorough way in which we do what we take in hand compared with his way ! Why, he thinks he has done a hard day's work when you think you have scarcely earned your 52 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. luncheon. Catch him scorning delights and living laborious days, catch him consuming the midnight oil over his ledger as you do hardly allowing himself time to eat or sleep ! No, no, my friend ; he may really be a wiser and a happier man than you, but he knows he hasn't a chance of underselling you, what- ever advantage cheap labour may give him. And here note that among foreigners I have met with none except the Germans who can speak without malice of the momentum which belongs to an English- man as such throughout Europe who can see with equanimity how the John Bull impress is itself a letter of credit, and the Briton is allowed, as none other is, to threaten and command. " You are known as a nation," they are fond of saying now. " Every- body knows what an Englishman means. As for us, who has ever cared about the inhabitant of some little principality which could hardly be seen on the map ? But we are a nation now, and we hope that ere long the name of a German may carry some weight with it." There can be no doubt that they are quite in earnest about this ; but whether to do may be as easy as to will, has yet to be proved. " Observe that castle on the island," said a fellow- traveller to me as we rolled along in full view of the river ; " it was built as a refuge by a poor man who had fled up and down tne earth before an agonising terror. Some say he was a monomaniac, but I don't know." " What was his terror VI inquired. GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 53 " A belief that he was pursued by mice. Early in life he forsook cities and populous places, retreating to mountains and deserts, fens and forests, in succes- sion, but surely followed up and down the world by his tormentors. At last, being hunted to this neigh- bourhood, he saw the island in the Ehine, whereupon he felt a conviction that this should be his refuge, and the goal of all his wanderings ; so he built the castle, and lived and died in it." " And once he believed he was safe, of course his trouble departed : did he grow rich and fat in his asylum \ " " There was hardly time for it," said my companion ; " he was devoured by mice a fortnight after he took possession." " Very likely," you remark, Bales ; " don't think there's any truth in the story ; and if there is, why on earth didn't the fellow buy innumerable mouse- traps, keep a pack of terriers, and encourage the domestic cat ? " Manchester can't believe in the inevitable in phy- sical things ; in stocks and shares and profits, which are metaphysical, and entirely removed out of the category of material entities, it acknowledges the power of fortune and of fate ! It was snowing fast when our train ran in to Mayence, and there was burcold comfort anywhere. During the half-hour of delay I got a sort of break- fast, standing at the counter of the refreshment-room in the keen draught of the doorway. After this I 54 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. walked myself warm on the platform, and then entered a different carriage to proceed to Frank- fort, which I reached in the course of the morning, and found it white with snow, the depth of which a pitiless storm was increasing every minute. I could not travel farther without some rest, and so drove to a hotel, where I ordered a fire, that I might wash and dress. While the stove was being lighted I sat in my wraps on a sofa shivering, for the apartment was re- markably cold ; perceiving which, the zealous domes- tic, to hasten my relief, upset the stove, which, with its fuel and pipes, strewed the floor, and took about an hour to re-establish. I did get warm at last, and then I got a remarkably poor dinner at the table d'hdte, which, however, was flanked by a rather large company, consisting of many Prussian officers, and French and Germans in plain clothes not a few. The only representatives besides myself of the British Islands were an elderly couple from somewhere near Bow Church, as I should judge, using great freedoms with the letter H, and recklessly saturating a sentence with negatives. The old gentleman had not been long enough divorced from his business to have got over the first expansion of freedom, and he conversed with much geniality and singularly incorrect phrases in English, French, and German, being entirely satis- fied that he was mistake^! for a person of distinction. The meal being over, and the day being nearly over too, I did nothing worthy of note at this resting- place ; but I got a sound night's rest in a tolerably GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 55 snug bed, with a wonderful cushion dancing upon me and vibrating like a lump of calves'-feet jelly every time I stirred. After an early breakfast I was off again for Munich, and in the carriage soon made acquaintance with another German gentleman, who kindly helped me through all my traveller's diffi- culties from thence to Verona. By his advice I do not halt at Munich, which we reach late in the even- ing, but go on, through a bitter cold night, another stage the object of this haste being to secure a free passage of the Brenner, which it is feared that this severe snow-storm may obstruct, and also to effect the passage by daylight, which, as you will find, we did. One is not much inclined to be observant in stepping out of a railway carriage in the middle of the night, with ten or twelve degrees of frost ; nevertheless, if things had been much worse than they were, I could not have failed to be struck with the picturesque faces and dresses of the peasantry as they grouped about the gloomy savage waiting-rooms. The figures were notable enough in Bavaria, but much more so in the Tyrol. The number of peasant -travellers was ac- counted for by the circumstance that to-morrow would be All -Souls' Day, and they were passing loaded with wreaths and posies from their places of labour or sojourn, to revisit the earth which hid the remains of dear ones whose travels and whose toils were over. Four o'clock on an awfully cold morning was not a pleasant time for arriving at Innsbruck ; but fatigue 56 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. will cause one to rejoice in even a cold inn and a bare chamber. It is a comfort to get one's clothes off, if it be only for an hour or two. I turned every minute of my time to account, and having made out three good hours of sleep, woke up quite refreshed and ready to scale the Alps if the snow had left us the chance. So, breakfasting and departing, we took our tickets for Trent soon after eight o'clock, hoping for considerable exaltation and depression before night. The road was reported open, which reassuring intel- ligence and the fresh clear air raised our spirits to a glorious pitch, and away we went merrily. The ascent commences almost immediately after leaving Innsbruck : alps with white tops tower in front from the first, and very soon the train is drawn into the pass and enclosed by alps. That sensation of rolling up at a steep angle is not very pleasant till you get accustomed to it : you have an idea that the smooth surfaces, iron against iron, will not bite the wheels of the engine may be turned forward, and yet the whole train be sliding back- ward ; but you are soon convinced that you do ascend, and that, too, at a tolerably rapid rate, for the hills on either side are becoming higher, and they too are beginning to show white tops. Below the tops the snowfall has no more than powdered the scene ; and the rocks, and villages, and the clumps of trees, principally pines, can be distinguished by their colours, though these are for the most part dull. The paths are generally snow-covered, but the streams GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 57 run along clear and sparkling, and are the liveliest objects that we see. The foreground of course gets whiter, and the air colder, as we ascend ; and now we are so certainly hemmed among the mountains, that we see high peaks glistening behind us, and long ranges of pinnacles and ridges, when there is an opening to right or left. Of course the railway is a natural or artificial ledge on the mountain -side, following for the most part an inclined contour, and crossing a ravine or piercing the shoulder of a hill only when progress by the corkscrew process would have been impossible or intolerably tedious. The engineer has followed the advice given in one of Lord Lytton's novels by a cautious matron to a too ambitious youth, who nevertheless turned out a high- wayman he has proceeded by " insinivation, not bluster ; " and ably has he performed his task, taking advantage of nature's unpromising accidents, and by patient turnings scratching out an even path through a region where, before his work, not a line or patch of even surface could be seen, and where all was dis- jointed and impracticable, as if the said nature had gone wild at this stage of her work, and revelled in points and edges, and precipices and chasms. Where, however, a ridge or spur did come in his way, the artist did not hesitate to tunnel it, and where it was manifestly necessary to go straight across a gulf he threw his bridge unflinchingly over ; but his trump- cards, so to speak, were not produced but where they were wanted, Nee Deus interfuit nisi dignus vindice 58 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. nodus. His favourite method was in skirting the sides of hills and doubling round the heads of val- leys like a hare. " Look at that chapel on your right," said my German friend to me ; " in three or four minutes you will pass it again, as close to the back of it as you are now to the front." " Impos- sible ! " I said ; " the turn is as narrow as the loop of a lady's hair-pin, and here is a wen on the moun- tain's side pushing out between our course and the other edge of the chasm." As I spoke we rushed into a tunnel which pierced the offshoot hill, and in two minutes, as he had said, we had doubled the narrow curve and were pushing quite close to the chapel's back on our way to another tunnel which gaped for us above. A series of such twists and risings and borings constitutes the path by which you traverse the Brenner by rail. The meanderings and expedients of the way are infinitely attractive, and might well command your admiration in other circumstances. But it is not of the rail that you can think much. Above and around are the Alps, thrown and broken into all imaginable forms, towering one above another, sometimes perpendicularly, sometimes in a long view. The effect is very grand, but it is a grandeur such as I do not desire to share with any one. I would enjoy it alone : a remark is irritating : silence and solitude befit the scene. It is a landscape wherein figures are not wanted. Even the chamois- hunter, diminished to a speck, is better away. The solitary graves that are passed seem more in harmony GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 59 with the scene than breathing men, for the graves tell of the impotence and frail being of man in presence of the eternal and giant sublimities of nature. The low clear tinkle of the telegraph bell, sounded by a hand perhaps two hundred miles off, is the right and suffi- cient association with the living in a scene like this. It is a reassuring voice from the far-off world of men ; but man's immediate presence disturbs. And yet this thought of man's utter abasement before nature rouses humanity to vindicate itself. If the individual man be but a clod of the valley, man in his generations can accomplish his mission and subdue the earth. Even here he has girt the moun- tains with an iron chain, and pierced their sides, and made their slopes subserve his purposes, riding upon them as it were upon a horse. Regard but his single effort, and nature's vastness reduces man's force to nothing ; but give time as man's auxiliary, and he will make a slave of matter ! The line is now quite white ; the foregrounds are white ; the firs only have shaken off the drift, and still maintain the sombre green patches. A little wayside chapel, too, here and there sends up a coloured tower, which, amid the waste of white, looks marvellously gay. Occasionally we run sud- denly upon a small open area not quite snowed over, and sprinkled with birch or beech trees rejoicing yet in the remains of their autumn brown. But all is cold and grand ; and following the peaks up and up, the eye is not relieved, the snowy expanse is but more 60 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. affecting; for that attenuated spirit of colour, that faintest suspicion of ten thousand hues that have dissolved almost before they have glanced upon the summit, serves only to make the whiteness appear exceeding white. If I shut my eyes for a little relief from the glare, I saw still the white expanse, with only a dark streak here and there. " Well," you say, " the picture, after all, is little more than one huge blank, varied in forms, and rising to an awful height still you have depicted but a waste of snow." Have I ? Then, by heaven, I have shown the arch without its keystone, the body without the soul ! for above and behind the highest outlines is a sky of intensest blue, and from that sky the all-hallo wn sun, still in his autumn brightness, is glancing on peaks, and tor- rents, and clefts, and surfaces ; the reverse slopes and crags are in deep shadow, and the form of every hill is projected against the neighbouring hillside. Motion there is none, save when a solitary cloud, floating in the ether, changes the shades as it sails by. Sometimes stretching away in a double line, with the straitest valley between; sometimes beetling over our track in perpendicular altitude ; sometimes form- ing an amphitheatre on one or both sides of us, the mountains seem to rise higher as we rise. The sum- mit eludes us : repeatedly, as our watches tell us that the crest must be near, we decide that that in front of us is the supreme peak, and then a few yards of travel reveal alp upon alp behind. Is there indeed a topi GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 61 Our observation of the mountains did not discover when the height was won ; but while we were still gazing and noting the hour, and wondering whether this ascent could have an end, a change of motion was perceptible, the carriages ran almost on a level or, as we fancied, went down-hill ; and although the Alps were still above us, wearing a bold face though overcome in truth, we knew that we were as far from the world's centre as we were likely to be that day. I have never been able to understand why, when we found ourselves upon an even keel, each of us drew a long breath. We hadn't been pulling the train to the ridge of the Alps, and therefore needed not to refresh our lungs ; and it couldn't be sympathy with the engine which had done the work, because that power which had been sighing and groaning considerably for the last three hours, had just taken to a rapid easy respiration. The wheels rattle along just as in ordi- nary travelling, and now our great desire is to look down upon the land whither we are going. We have done for the present with northern Europe ; we have passed the fountains of the streams which go to swell the rolling Danube, and from the ground that we have reached, just past the beam of the balance, melting snows and all heaven's water gather themselves to- gether to traverse sunny plains and complete glorious landscapes, then to be absorbed in the blue Mediter- ranean. We are bound exactly the same way ; and it would be pleasant to look down as old Hannibal did upon that southern land, and feed the eye upon 62 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. its flowery champaigns. But no; the road still winds and winds, and the hills overlap in our front, shutting up the vision enviously. Ha ! a triangle of blue ! here, then, is something belonging to the nether world ; the sea, surely, showing between the melting hills and a belt of clouds above. How lovely, how deeply blue ! we soon shall see the shore, and then the woods and fields of Italy. Fool ! the sea, the salt sea the sea to which men go down in ships the sea wherein leviathan rolls is five thousand feet below you, and at least two hundred miles away; that in your front is another sea, and they that occupy their business therein are Orion and Pleiades, and suns and moons and systems rolling for ever in its depths it is the azure firmament, the ocean of incomprehensible space ! But there is now undeniable evidence that we are descending, and the sharp cutting air which we have had all the morning is blown back, as it were, for moments by a softer wave. It is the first breath of the South charged with kindness and comfort, a pledge from the genial land winning its gentle way through contending currents and inclement blasts, and carrying hope to the mountain's top. Anon we get some glimpses of the lower levels, for we descend rapidly ; the snows are about us still, but by degrees there creeps in a middle ground of colour. The sun's rays begin to be felt in the carriage ; and very soon green valleys, with cattle feeding, refresh our eyes. The roads are at last distinguishable and GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 63 look grey ; the streams are limpid and seem almost warm. The little towers are no longer so remarkable, for colours quite as gay as theirs begin to pervade the landscape. Many of the roofs show colours instead of snow, and a warm atmosphere saturating an occasional clump of trees affords a pleasant change. Every twenty feet brings us into a new climate. The snow keeps away toward the highest tops, and, the sun being somewhat behind the hills, streaks of warm atmosphere, like the fingers of a hand, come feeling round the irregular cones. We own that this is Italy and rejoice. And as the scene changes, how changes emotion also ! It is no more solitary musing that one desires. There is a craving for sympathy, a desire to touch some one at every turn, every fresh beauty, and to call on a kindred spirit to admire in unison. Our lips are unlocked, and we are stirred into gesticulation by the light and warmth which dispose to companionship. Surely the wise man understood this when in the same sentence with " Eise up, my love, my fair one, and come away," he wrote also " For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone ; the flowers appear on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; the fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell." To us coming from the North this is a sudden change to the prospect of summer ; the dew of heaven and the fatness of the earth, and plenty of corn and wine, bless the land that is before us ; and 64 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. more alluring a thousand times than these material things are the legends of thought and deed associated with this outspread lovely country. " Italia ! too Italia ! looking on thee, Full flashes on the soul the light of ages, Since the fierce Carthaginian almost won thee, To the last halo of the chiefs and sages, Who glorify thy consecrated pages." Minora canamus. You will hardly thank me for getting into this vein, Bales ; therefore, though greatly intoxicated by the mountain air and the pleasant places, I will avoid sentiment as much as may be. By way of a descent, then, let me remark that I began to feel rather warm, and threw off my greatcoat ; also that I felt very hungry, and looked out keenly for the station at which I was to dine. That is the proper thing to look out for, eh, Bales ! As to crossing the Alps, what of that ? Everybody does it, and a man of any proper feeling will make no fuss about it. In truth I begin to feel, my friend, that I have somewhat compromised my Anglo-Saxon dignity in writing as above. I would obliterate the twaddle if there was time. But do not, I beseech you, allow any one to speak evil of your friend on account of it. Conceal his weakness ; palliate his extravagances; say that he bore himself on his journey in every way as becomes a Briton ; that he did the Brenner Pass as he once had the small-pox, and thought each a good thing got over ; that he dined afterwards in great state at the small auberge by the wayside, talking loudly all GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 65 the time to another Briton at the opposite end of the room, and cursing everything by his gods ; that he called for brandy, and then brake in pieces the miser- able petit verre which the garfon brought, demanding a flagon and a mighty glass ; that he scattered crowns where others dispensed centimes ; and that he swag- gered out of the saloon wrapped in his many-folded cloak, regardless of abominable foreigners and their wretched property, oversetting the tables of the fruit- vendors and the seats of them that sold dolci ; and that he was ushered to his carriage with shouts of Milor Anglais, and 'Cellenza si, with all the dignity of one English-born, great, uncompromising, and in- scrutable. Coming over the hills takes it out of you some- how. I assure you I was glad to arrive at Trent, and, after writing a letter or two, to get supper and go to bed. And shall I tell you what I thought about before I slept ? By some caprice of my nature not about the Alps or Italy, not of the great Council nor of Trent not of this Trent that is to say, but of another Trent now hundreds of miles off, and of Glendower and his conspirators parcelling out the realm of England, while evermore returned to my ear the jingle of " I'll have the current in this place damm'd up, And here the smug and silver Trent shall run In a new channel, fair and evenly." And I saw the captious Percy chafing and quarrelling, and smiting the point of his scabbard on the floor as E 66 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. he stretched his finger toward the map. Possibly I was a little over-excited ; but this did not prevent my falling asleep in reasonable time, and having a sound refreshing night of it. In the morning I had just time to look at what is called the Citadel, a place scarcely defensible, but containing a barrack occupied by some Austrian troops. There was a general officer in the town ; and either he was there for the time making his inspection, or Trent is the headquarters of a military district. The glories of the town seem wholly to have passed away, and one wonders how it could have been that this place was selected for the meeting of a council. Perhaps you will condescend to read here what this council occupied itself with. I know you would not take the trouble to search in a book for the information. But as we know there is at this time present another council about to sit at Rome, it is just as well to understand that the sub- ject discussed at Trent was not the infallibility of the Pope, but the ascertaining and declaring of the faith of the Church, the proposing of such reforms as the time might require, and the denouncing of Luther and his doctrine It appears to have got over the ground very slowly, having sat for eighteen years, and under three Popes which dilatory action, I suppose, is a radical quality in ecclesiastical councils. I am aware, my dear Bales, of the contempt with which you regard these matters, as they are unconnected with stocks and shares, and do not influence the price of cotton ; but then remember that the Council at Rome is sure GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 67 to be talked about in Manchester, and you may rather astonish some of our princes after dinner if you are at all informed. One of the brothers Pompus may pos- sibly be aware of the fact that there was a Council of Trent, and attempt to silence the company by that knowledge ; but if you, waiting your opportunity, show that you have some inkling of what the said Council did, you may extinguish him incontinently, and be stared at as a man possessed of much general information and sagacity. The practical consequences of such a reputation I need not dilate on. I journeyed from Trent to Venice on the festa of All Souls ; and our interest was of course much en- grossed by the numbers of visitors to be seen in all the graveyards that we passed, and by the mourners that we took up or dropped at the many halting- places. What impressed me most was the willingness, nay, eagerness, to talk about the departed, which was generally manifested. Whether the grief was old and scarred over, or whether this was the first anniversary of souls since the mourned soul had taken its flight, it seemed a fashion, or perhaps I might say a passion, to talk about the dead, whether the discourse was calm and careless, as denoting that the loss was old and the wound healed, or whether an agony of tears during the telling betokened that this was the first renewal of grief. One poor woman entered our car- riage at a time when it did not contain one other Italian to sympathise with her, and insisted upon confiding to us how, last summer, her daughter, aged 68 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. fourteen, had been taken from her, and upon detailing the particulars (some of them rather unnecessary) of the illness and death. Consumption it was to which she owed her great grief and I believe that she was sorely afflicted ; so you see that our foggy climate has not quite a monopoly of this dread disease, which can on occasion snatch a victim from under the sky of Italy. As you approach Verona you must be astonished by the great circle of fortifications which surrounds the city. Long before you can see a street or a church, you find that you are passing the advanced works constructed to make the place secure. Yet with all this display of preparation, I do not find that the fortress ever took an active part in great wars or stood a siege. It fell, nevertheless, as sometimes hap- pens in modern warfare, not by direct attack, but in consequence of vigorous operations enacted in the open field. The battle of Marengo was well worth the skill and persistence which were required to win it. " What though the field be lost I all is not lost," could hardly be said by the Austrians on this occasion, for all ivas lost. That battle, the fate of which was balanced on a knife-edge, and decided, so to speak, by the weight of a hair, destroyed not the army only, but the power of the empire ; and one of the provi- sions of the treaty of Luneville to which the battle led, was the dismantling of the fortifications of Verona. And this was not altogether a bad move for Austria. She mourned at the time over the humiliation and GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 69 her wrecked property ; but in effect she was rid of old-fashioned works which were not again required in those wars, and she has since had the opportunity of constructing, on a most favourable site, extensive de- fences according to the new German system. The fortress is something more than a place of shelter ; it is a screen behind which an army can be collected to issue at a happy moment into the open, and strike like a thunderbolt of war. So, in connection with other neighbouring fortresses, Verona is once more worth talking about ; and ten years ago, when the French were again invaders of the Austrian territory, these fortresses barred the way, and inclined the victor to make terms, as you know. But do you know, or do you recollect, Bullion, that this Verona helps to make up the Quadrilateral ? At Verona I parted from my German friend, hoping that we might meet again in Egypt, whither we were both bound, and went on my solitary way to Venice. I had, with a self-restraint which you will approve, resisted when approaching Verona all foolish refer- ences to its Two Gentlemen. I could read plays at home, you know, when I had nothing else to amuse me, and so I needed not to be losing my time over Launce teaching his dog manners, and Madam Julia going about like Dr Mary Walker, here whither I had come to regard men and cities ; I was proof likewise against Montagues and Capulets. And so, with the help of my friend's conversation, and seeing that the plays are not my favourites, I had resisted the tempter 70 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. and be fled from me ; but this was but the beginning of trials. We were running to Padua, and Padua was but the way to Venice. I had no companion now to keep tiresome scraps from buzzing in my ear, but I did my best to amuse myself with the people in my carriage ; they, however, seemed, by their silent mood, to be in league with my infirmity, which at length achieved a temporary advantage. " Come you from Padua, from Bellario \ " was the ding-dong that went on, geeking and galling at me ; and when this grew to be quite intolerable I sought relief in following up the words, and soon came to a stand-still. Then, to recover the poetry, I ventured to think over one or two of the scenes, and was overcome. Jessica and Portia rose up in great force, and at last the irrepres- sible Shylock came on, making a mere child of me. I confess that I took down my bag from the net, ex- tracted the divine Williams, and had it out with the old rascal of a Hebrew from beginning to end. I would recommend my friends not to read this play here, and the same advice extends to the reading of the Moor, with whom I afterwards had some commerce at Venice. The effect is rather disillusionising. You have in your mind a very satisfactory Venice and Belmont and Padua to fit every turn of the plays, but the sight of the real Venice or Padua does not make them more distinct or vivid. Shakespeare was not a Venetian any more than he was a Greek or a Roman. He was an Anglo-Saxon, and so are you and I, Bales think of that, my boy ! GETTING OUT OP THE SMOKE. 71 From Charing Cross to the Eialto, with only two nights in bed (for I don't count my three hours' sleep at Innsbruck a night's rest), was tolerably fleet travel- ling, especially for the winter-time. And when, after all this motion, I understood that I should probably remain in Venice four whole days, it looked like a protracted sojourn wherein so many and great changes might occur that it was impious to anticipate the end of it. So I unpacked my clothes, asked what palaces were for hire, inquired me out the most esteemed pur- veyor, clothier, hairdresser, notary, physician, under- taker, and so forth, and proceeded to arrange the routine of my daily life. All the leading facts had been sketched out very satisfactorily as I lounged in a fauteuil covered with crimson velvet, and I had just decided that, notwithstanding my philosophical prac- tice of doing when in Borne as Komans do, I would remain a Protestant, when my plans were interrupted by the entrance of a young woman, with an extensive cap and dark eyelashes, who came to suggest that, if I was making but a short stay, it might be expedient to retain the services of a blanchisseuse that very evening, as the profession was much in request. The intrusion was irritating ; and . I bade the girl go her way for this time, and said that at a convenient season I would send for her, when an unpleasant impulse the heritage from a former life spent in Manchester caused me to number my days and apply my heart to wisdom. In ten minutes I had covered a piece of vellum with a catalogue of the pro- 72 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. perty ordaiued to purification. I should have done it in five in the French tongue, but I chose to ham- mer it out in Italian, or what I fancied such, and delivered both inventory and bundle to the damsel. It is one of the miseries of being from home alone that you have to meddle with buck-washing. Now the mention of buck- washing suggests the " rankest com- pound of villanous smells that ever offended nostril ; " but, with all deference to the fat knight, I think there is a smell that beats a buck-basket ; and that smell is to be met with on the canals of Venice. She may look a sea Cybele, with her tiara of proud towers ; and " all gems in sparkling showers " may have been poured into her lap ; but with all that she is a very dirty belle, got up merely for appearance, and with her feet, which are out of sight, standing in one of the foulest puddles of Christendom ! I didn't mean to begin writing of Venice in this strain of disparage- ment ; I didn't, indeed, Bales. I was going to give you first my delightful impressions of the Doges' city, and then, lest the praise should appear indiscriminate and unfaithful, to make an unwilling honest admission that she is not so cleanly in her person as could be desired, had not that unfortunate mention of buck- washing upset the whole scheme, and introduced the wrong end first. I ought to have begun by telling you how, on your first visit, though your preconcep- tion of the scenes may have been tolerably correct, the suddenness with which you enter on the fruition of your hopes is remarkable. The railway terminus GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 73 is the bank of the Grand Canal. Five minutes after the arrival of the train, you are, with your luggage, in a gondola, not because you are so impatient that you at once commence sight-seeing, but because it is the only means of getting conveyed to your hotel. Thus it was my luck to make acquaintance with the Bridge of the Rialto, the Place of St Mark, and the Bridge of Sighs, before I saw mine inn, to one side of which I was taken on a by-channel, where it looked so like a warehouse that I expected to have been hoisted with my baggage to the second floor by tackle. But herein did my imagination perpetrate a grievous wrong, for there was a water-gate and a flight of marble steps leading from the gondola thereto, and a state porter with a gold band on his cap, and a crowd of common porters at his back, who welcomed me with such deferential affection that I began to consider whether I might be a prodigal returned, and almost expected a bleat from the cow-house. Now, Bales, I have no hesitation in saying that you, if ever you go to Venice, will be impressed by it in a manner which will make you despise yourself. "In Manchester," I fancy you saying, "men move, and things are moved, through dirty streets ; in Venice they are all pushed or paddled along dirty canals : what the deuce is the great difference 1 " And yet you will feel that there is a difference. Then and there, my boy, the heart of stone is taken out of you, and there is given to you a heart of flesh ; you float along admiring, overcome, not reckoning the time or 74 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. distance from point to point, but lounging deliciously on the yielding pillows, and desiring only that the vision may not pass away. This first effect is, I think, independent of associations, a direct influence. You do not reflect that it was Dandolo's Venice, or Desdemona's Venice, or Titian's Venice, or that it is now, through no merit of his, Victor Emmanuel's Venice. Afterwards rise up the scenes which have been enacted there, or the fables so cunningly devised that they bear the stamp of truth, increasing your delight a thousand-fold. Oh that I had had a month instead of a few days to spend in that city of enjoyment ! I saw a great deal, but saw too rapidly. Churches, pictures, palaces, sculptures, art-treasures ! but often where one edifice would have afforded study and gratification for a week, running over it in an hour or two. The only thing of which I did not feel stinted was floating along the watery streets and looking at the glorious lines of sea-sprung palaces magnificent, many- coloured, full of romance. My liveliest memory is of the ducal palace and the prisons. There is still to be seen the lion's mouth into which went the accusations that led to secret trial and secret death. There still are the dread chambers where councillors in masks heard evidence in their mysterious fashion, tried the accused, and decreed his fate. There are the secret passages communicating from the council-rooms, over the Bridge of Sighs, with the state dungeons. And oh what places those dungeons are ! where the GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 75 prisoner lay in chains, without light or guidance, fed through a hole in the wall, his body and spirit broken in every way, while they importuned him to confess a crime which perhaps he never committed. Then, when the despairing wretch had made or feigned a confession, descended in the night the awful Three dragged him forth into a vaulted passage, and there read his sentence, inexorable, not suffering the least delay ; for there in the shadow stood the ready execu- tioner there where the victim stood was already the apparatus of death there in a second the floor was red with his blood, and he, or what was left of him, in a sorry chest, was thrust through the fatal window into the barge of the dead, which glided noiselessly to some coral depth where he and his fate were concealed for ever. But these were only the horrors of the basement, of which we to-day know more than did the people in whose midst they were committed. Over the ditch and up above, very different scenes were com- mon in the light of day. The great hall, where the Doge, in state, did honour to illustrious guests, received embassies, and transacted the grandest ceremonies what a place it is ! of immense proportions, and its walls covered with paintings by the greatest masters, illustrative of the glories of the old state. Here, behind the ducal seat, is the largest painting in the world, extending the whole breadth of the hall. It is the work of Tin- toretto, and measures eighty -four feet by thirty- 76 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. four, the subject being "The State of the Blessed in Paradise." I say more of the size than of the details of the picture, because I think Paradise a wonderfully ill- chosen theme. All of us agree that the people are supremely happy there, but we do not agree as to what constitutes supreme happiness. Far less do we agree as to the material embodiment of a supremely happy community. If, as old Berkeley said, there be no matter except in our perceptions, then Paradise would require to be only a place wherein every one should perceive things to be exactly in harmony with his own likings. I tried, after I was in bed, to imagine the paradise that would suit me ; but, after deciding that I must transport my earthly love thither as Tintoretto has done, and that there should be prevalence of benevolence, justice, and virtue, with only the smallest and most reasonable reservation in favour of cakes and ale, I found no end in wander- ing mazes lost. When I slept my dreams went on framing paradisiacal arrangements, and I thought it was revealed to me how there could not possibly be one invariable paradise to suit all mankind, but that a series of paradises was necessary in which men would be classed according to their tastes. Some of these paradises were very amusing, but I was anxious to see the place prepared for sound Manchester men, and was at last favoured with an intuition as to the state of the Manchester blessed. This community will be supremely happy, but its felicity will be GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 77 altogether dependent upon perception, as I had sus- pected when awake. Almost any scene will do, the beatified of this section not being very sensible of what are called on earth the pleasures of the imagi- nation ; nevertheless they have spiritual joys of their own on which the consummation of their bliss de- pends, and these consist in every man being firmly persuaded that he is in all respects getting advantage of his neighbour ; while his neighbour is equally con- vinced that he gains the advantage of him, and thrives at his expense in mind, body, and estate. At certain revolutions every spirit has the pleasure of reading the names of those spirits who owe him nothing in the ' London Gazette/ of seeing executions in their houses, and themselves battening in the work- house all which ills he has predicted as just rewards of their pride and presumption. Everything that he goes in for profits him a thousand per cent. I was not half through with the succession of pleasures when I awoke. Then you have the chambers and antechambers of the secret councils, the halls of the legislative body, and the courts where offences not political were tried. This last, I believe, was pretty fairly done. It must be in the council hall, though, that the most potent, grave, and reverend signiors are represented as look- ing into that little abduction case with which we in England are so familiar. Although the young lady smarted pretty severely afterwards for her infatuation, and is to this day a caution to disobedient children, 78 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. and to nigger-worshippers, the senators are exhibited as dealing out very even-handed justice. But it was not of these illustrious men or of their functions that I was intending to write on this page, but of their halls, which excel in beauty and glory all buildings that I have seen, all that I have imagined save one and that one Pandemonium. I have not opportunity here of consulting the biographies of Milton so as to ascertain whether it has ever been supposed that this ducal palace suggested the picture of that which "rose like an exhalation" in the depths of hell. But I know that I had moved but a small way through the " fabric huge " before his lines rushed into my mind, they were so exactly realised by the magnificence before me : " Where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice of frieze with bossy sculptures graven ; The roof was fretted gold." I hope that I quote correctly, but I do not carry about a ' Paradise Lost ' as I do a divine Williams. Howbeit, whether I cite the passage evilly or well, the place was Satan's palace ; and by jingo, Bales ! the roof was fretted gold where it was not painted by a Maestro not gilt, you understand, but over- laid with solid gold, which looks to this day bright and rich as when the artist wrought it, though never since that day burnished. Barbaric pearls were not plentiful, but barbaric golf), which the unlucky Turk, GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 79 I fancy, contributed, was there in inconceivable opu- lence. Query, Did Napoleon's braves, when they were in Venice, know that these ceilings were the genuine article I I trow not, or the ceilings would not be there to excite my untutored admiration and make me write nonsense. Outside the palace, in the piazza, we were shown the spot where those convicted of capital crimes that did not affect the Government were executed. These were brought out to die like men in the presence of their fellow-citizens ; they w r ere, I fancy, not unfairly tried, and the community had some satisfaction in regard to their offences and punishment. They were not confined in the same prison with the political suspected, but whether they were promptly brought to trial or not I have not ascertained. Anything done in daylight was better than that habeas corpus ad- dressed to the muffled gondoliers outside the trap- door, which was the peculiar privilege of the State prisoners. The King's palace, which is not far from the old ducal halls, has just been beautifully furnished. The luck of that monarch is such as does not occur in every age. Where a man has won power or territory for himself, the world is apt to turn from the scrutiny of his title, and in some sort to admit that his might constitutes a right. His glory gilds over the forcible appropriation. But here is the case of a King being richly rewarded with spoil for being soundly thrashed. Custozza and Lissa certainly did not give him a con- 80 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. queror's claim, and yet there he is owning this fair domain by right of the sword the sword of his big brother ! Don't smile grimly if I tell you something, Bales. At Venice, the other day, I learned for the first time in my life how to look at a picture. I don't want to make war upon any of your sacred convictions. Of course a person possessing the power of vision can direct his regard to a picture as well as to anything else. As Addison said of viewing nature, " It is but to open the eye and the scene enters." For all that, it is not always given to man in his natural state to behold a picture to his greatest advantage. Now there is something for you to ruminate on, and quar- rel with me on hereafter, when you bring your plain common -sense and common English to bear on a matter of every day's experience, and say of your poor friend with hopeless horror, "Doth he not speak parables ? " One morning our valet de place took us to examine the interior of La Fenice by daylight, and in the course of our wanderings we found ourselves on the stage, in a darkness visible, which discovered num- erous sights of woe. There was the whole area a wreck as if it had stood a siege trees, doors, win- dows, practicable bridges, pieces of interiors, pictures, waterfalls, and rocks lying about in admirable con- fusion, and looking fearfully coarse and ill-coloured. There were the carpenters nailing up and pulling down ; and there were the scrubbers and those who GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 81 cleaned the globes of the lights. These among them had pretty well occupied or littered the boards, all but one spot, and there was the most woeful sight of all. On an area of some six feet by six was a dancing- girl taking her lesson. She was habited from the waist downward in ballet costume. Above her waist she had little clothing of any kind indeed there was but one garment to be seen. A man with a fiddle was playing snatches of music, but both he and the girl were continually interrupted in their proceedings by a maitre de danse, who did not disguise the sever- ity of his art by any silly suavity of manner. In truth he was a savage, ill-tempered brute ; and his pupil, on a near view, was the reverse of prepossessing, She had fat ill-shaped limbs, a coarse skin, and a tallowy face, which, without its supplemental paint, was anything but a pleasant spectacle. Add to this that her exertions had brought her to a condition which probably led her to make the remark, si suda molto, although I must not say the same in English ; and you will agree with me that, however fond one may be of the ballet, it is expedient to take it, like Mrs Gamp's beer, " rigler and drawed mild/' but by no means to be present at the brewing. My four days, Bales, which in prospect appeared so long, were lived out, as it seemed, in four hours ; and just as I was beginning to know what a pleasant place Venice is, I was called upon to leave it. I was fearfully exercised by the summons, and made indis- creet promises, as raw men do at the end of a violent F 82 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. flirtation, to rush thither again the first opportunity, and never, never, never, &c. but my boat was at the water-gate, and my bark was on the sea, and I had to postpone the remainder of my vows until I should have settled my bill and embarked with my effects. How fortunate are they to whom going to sea is a pleasure ! In their migrations or wanderings, a voyage, long or short, is only an additional enjoyment ; whereas to them who are not of " an hardie stomake," the briefest sea-passage is a serious per contra in their excursions. " How often have I told the stupid fel- low this !" you will say. Certainly, my dear Bales, you have said so, and so frequently that I can hardly at any time go to sea through inadvertence. I know what a man of my temperament encounters on the water ; and yet, spite of my own experience, and your never- withheld advice, I was so encouraged by the fine sky and exhilarating amusement, that although I might have gone by rail to Brindisi and taken ship there, I, preferring companionship on board, and trusting implicitly in Fortune, determined to go by sea. Fortune was in her best of humours, and treat- ed me as she does the brave. I steamed into Brindisi in high spirits, wondering how I could have conceived such an absurd prejudice against the sea a presump- tion which, on a future day, may rise up retributively when I am moaning at full length, and staring into a Staffordshire pattern miserably. All that I should have said to you about Brindisi is, that it is a place with which tourists are likely ere GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. 83 long to become well acquainted, through the new lines of steamers which are to run from thence eastward in view of which acquaintance hotel accommodation is being rapidly provided, had it not been for an inci- dent which especially demands a record. I had been walking with a party through the streets to see the house where Virgil is reputed to have died, the ter- minus of the Appian Way, and so on, when at the corner of a cross street our attention was called to an object lying on the ground, first by a bystander, and then by a little crowd of priests and women who quickly collected. Surely some great curiosity, only to be seen here, and here but seldom ! It was not an anthropophagus, it was not a man whose head did grow beneath his shoulders, it was not Vitellius his toothpick, it was not Domitian's patent revolving fly- gun ; and yet it was an object whose exhibition, for the enlightenment of English travellers, caused my lungs to crow like chanticleer. It was a small sheet about as big as an ordinary hearth-rug, on which lay some vegetable product drying in the sun. An old lady first took up a piece and delivered a short lec- ture thereon, which, being expressed in a decidedly provincial dialect, would have been utterly lost on us had she not at its termination taken into her other hand the skirt of her dress and spread it out trium- phantly, evidently intending to overwhelm us by the disclosure of some mysterious connection between the dress and the vegetable substance. We were not much astonished ; whereupon a priest, thinking that 84 GETTING OUT OF THE SMOKE. the old lady must have failed to expound the marvel, took up his parable, and, in language somewhat more intelligible to us, went again over the story, winding up with not only a reference to the old lady's dress, but a withdrawal of the sleeve of his cassock, that we might see the under sleeve fastened round his wrist. Still we were not sufficiently impressed, at which the crowd became somewhat excited, and opened in concert, all clamouring, and each one pushing into view some ar- ticle of dress a kerchief, a child's frock, a head-dress or other gear (one lady exhibited her leg for the stocking's sake), all to illustrate the uses of the mar- vellous substance under discussion. By the beard of the Prophet, it was a cotton-pod and nothing else with which these fond country-people sought to as- tonish the minds of us Britons, one of us being a Manchester man not ten days from home ! Bales, if there be one particle not utterly adaman- tine in your composition, this will teach you humility ; Ponder it, my friend, and as your nature urges, weep or smile. But what is to be done for the information of this benighted folk, who probably are not alone in their ignorance ? Organise missions, endow evangel- ists, tell it out among the heathen that Manchester is queen. Gods ! to think there should be people calling themselves civilised, lettered, and yet in their crassest simplicity believing that they have anything to tell us concerning cotton ! ! And now, as I am going to take to the sea in earn- est, I shall close this epistle and commit it to an