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place-of brothers, strangers to each other, though in childhood, and even in riper years, they were sworn friends—friends through every opposing barrier, good or ill, till death ?-of unbefriended poverty, of contemned wretchedness, or of unsuspected treachery? Ah, callous mani, if you respond in the negative—if your pale quivering lips answer, No:-then are you truly a being to be pitied; one totally ignorant of the estranged manners and indifferent actions of your fellowcreatures ; ignorant of the workings of human hearts and human nature; ant, consequently, making yourself (an accountable creature in God's suht) more to be condemned at that great day of decision, when he the here acts the part of a neighbour to the unfortunate, and gives only 2 ep of cold water in Christ's name, shall not lose his reward-an everlasting home in heaven, a crownlet on the brow, a harp in the hand, and pure white robes for garments. Let me engage your attention, unthinking man, for a few moments.
Alan Manley, from the severe treatment and the harsh coercive measures of his father, was compelled to exile himself from the paternal noof. Many were loud in their censures of his mode of acting; but who, that knew all the particulars, could justly raise one condemning word against him? What manly spirit can brook the control of op. pression, instead of reason ?-can tamely submit to endure every species of debasing tyranny and insult?--can in silence listen to the dictates of imperious and haughty government-crouch in servility and fear to him whom he should reverence, by being taught love and affection? What manly spirit, I ask, can cowardly relinquish its every natural right, and become base, low, and grovelling 'Twas this urgent treatment that made him commit what was deemed a rash act. Compelled thus carly to rest on his own abilities and resources, he may truly have been said to be worthy of commiseration and pity; and, alas ! his was the pain (of all the worst) occasioned by blighted hopes." Every thought, cherished fondly and lovingly, that one day he might be a pleasure and a solace to his parent, was lost; and now, an alien to all claims a sen hath upon a father's affection, debarred of employing his manhood, as it should be, in preparing for a future time of ease and retirement, and soothing the sorrows of those around him. Thus turned from his father's home through continual acts of unkindness, he came to London, and mingled with any society Providence threw in his way. To gain eruployment was his aim: he was fortunate enough to succeed ; and, Whering to duty and candour, he became a respectable young man ; and conducting himself thus creditably, he formed an attachment to bis employer's only child. The tale he told was listened to by her: she breathed love in every word she uttered in reply; and their leisure moments were generally devoted to an interview. Sunday rambles, and presents bestowed and accepted, awoke the young maiden's father from his slumber and blindness. He became conscious of the intrigue. and he forbade it : not one plea would he listen to ; but his threats were useless, for true love is unchangeable, and the attachment once Tormed is only in death dissevered. She became more warm in her Tondness from this period, and ultimately eloped from her home with Alan Manley; and the marriage took place. They managed, through is industry, to live pretty comfortably; and were as dearly attached
to each other as ever. He attended his young wife unremittingly, supplied her wants—and made her duties as light as he could. Oh, they were happy! and a time was coming, when the pledge of their love would the more firmly unite them. But, alas! the best things are spoken of as the worst; and unforeseen events occur and blast our hopes. In the hour of danger—of child-birth-the young wife, in becoming a mother, died; and her infant slumbered with her. What a blow for Alan! He was distracted-all but mad; the wildness of his manners, the unconnected words he uttered, told he was all but lost to reason. In time, however, he recovered ; and from his hopes thus again blighted, he became an altered man: he was now alone in the world, friendless, deserted: he, however, chose a friend,-'twas MONEY; and with it, as his only companion, he now lives, adding to his hoard ;-a being with his bosom closed to every inlet of pity, and absorbed by one all-engrossing occupation, the acquiring of Money, Money ;-to increase his money. This, unthinking man and lifeless heart, arose from blighted hopes !
A JOURNEY FROM CORNHILL TO GRAND CAIRO.*
BY MICHAEL ANGELO TITMARSH.
We expected no less from the “ fat contributor " to Punch, than the most profound contempt for all those scenes and objects which have elicited stereotyped admiration and conventional raptures from the great body of Eastern travellers. Nor, to say truth, was this expectation chequered by sorrow, for we had never sympathised with the feelings which were “ got up" for publication, or appreciated those sentimental effusions which were concocted in the closet of authors, far away from the scenes which had professedly given birth to them, and with a view only to those substantial rewards which a reading public bestows in return for the rounded periods of spontaneous, though hired, admiration, and the smooth poetry of heartfelt, but laboured, delight. We were afraid, however, that the author would be as unsparing in his ridicule of scenes for which we had a far greater respect, and objects associated in our minds with all that is beautiful and divine. We felt that all his contempt for what we also despised, would not atone for his ridicule of what we admired, and we almost hoped that he would follow the example of his predecessors in every particular, if he could not shake off their mawkish sentiment, without losing also their reverence for the truly sublime. But we have been agreeably disappointed. The author's sketches are always amusing, but never irreverent ; replete wit a keen sense, and evincing a wholesome English feeling towards! only loveable features of the East, –a land, whose history, interesting though it be, is for the most part a mere calendar of crimes.
The author of the little work before us left England in the summer of 1844, purposing to visit, in the short space of two months, an
• Chapman and Hall, Strand.
through the medium of an Oriental and Peninsular steam-boat, " as many men and cities as Ulysses surveyed and noted in ten years." Rapid as this journey was, we must carry our readers with far greater rapidity, riâ Vigo, Lisbon, Cadiz, Gibraltar, and Athens, into the port of Smyrna; merely mentioning, by way of parenthesis, that the author writes in terms of the greatest approbation of all persons connected with the cruize, even to the cook of the steamer, “who, with a singular affection, sent the passengers locks of his hair in the soup."
The following extracts from the author's account of Smyrna, will give our readers a better idea of the place, than any lengthened detail of our own :
* I am glad that the Turkish part of Athens was extinct, so that I should not be baulked of the pleasure of entering an eastern town by an introduction to any incomplete or garbled specimen of one. Smyrna seems to me the most eastern of all I have seen; as Calais will probably remain, to the Englishman, the most French town in the world. The jack boots of the postillions don't seem so huge elsewhere, or the light stockings of the maid-servants so Gallic. The churches, and the ramparts, and the little soldiers on them, remain for ever impressed upon your memory, from which larger temples and buildings, and whole armies, have subsequently disappeared : and the first words of actual French heard spoken, and the first dinner at Quillacq's, remain, after twenty years, as clear as on the first day. The first day in the East is like that. After that there is nothing. The wonder is gone, and the thrill of that delightfal shock, which so seldom touches the nerves of plain men of the world, theagh they seek for it everywhere. One such looked out at Smyrna from on steamer, and yawned without the least excitement, and did not betray the sightest emotion, as boats with real Turks on board came up to the ship. There lay the town, with minarets and cypresses, domes and castles; great guns were firing off, and the blood-red flag of the Sultan flaring over the fort ever since sun-rise; woods and mountains came down to the gulf's edge, and as you looked at them with the telescope, there peeped out of the general mass a score of pleasant episodes of eastern life. There were cottages with quaint roofs; cool silent kiosks, where the chief of the eunuchs brings down the ladies of the harem. I saw Hassan, the fisherman, getting his nets, and Ali Baba going off with his donkey to the forest for wood. Smith looked at these wonders quite unmoved; and I marvelled at his apathy, but he had been at Smyrna before. A man only sees this miracle once ; though you yearn after it ever so, it won't come again. I saw nothing of Ali Baba and Hassan the next time we came to Smyrna, and had some doubts (recollecting the badness of the inn) about landing at all. A person who wishes to understand France and the East, should come in a yacht to Calais and Smyrna, land for two hours, and never afterwards go back again.”
"Walk into the bazaar, and the East is unveiled to you; how often and often have you tried to fancy this, lying out on a summer holiday at school. It is wonderful, too, how like it is ; you may imagine that you have been in the place before, you seem to know it so well. When I got into the bazaar amongst the people, somehow I felt as if they were all friends. There sat the merchants in their little shops, quiet and solemn, but with friendly looks. There was no smoking, it was the Ramazan; no eating, the fish and meats fizzing in the enormous pots of the cook shops, are only for the Christians. The children abounded; the law is not so stringent upon them, and many Wandering merchants were there selling figs (in the name of the prophet doubtless) for their benefit, and elbowing onwards with baskets of grapes and cucumbers. Countrymen passed bristling over with arms, each with a large bellyful of pistols and daggers in his girdle, very fierce, but not the least dangerous. Wild, swarthy Arabs, who had come in with the caravans, walked solemnly about, very different in look and demeanour from the sleek inhabitants of the town. Greeks and Jews squatted and smoked, their shops tended by sallow-faced boys, who smiled and welcomed you in; negroes bustled about in gaudy colours; and women with black posebags, and shuffling yellow slippers, chattered and bargained at the doors of the little shops. The sun peeps through the awnings of mat or canvas which are hung over the narrow lanes of the bazaar, and ornaments them with a thousand fantastic freaks of light and shadow. Cogia Hassan Alhabdal's shop is in a blaze of light; while his neighbour, the barber and coffee-housekeeper, has his premises, his low seats, his queer pots and basins, in the shade. The cobblers are always a goodnatured race; there was one, who, I am sure, has been revealed to me in my dreams, in a dirty old green turban, with a pleasant wrinkled face like an apple, twinkling his little grey eyes, as he held them up to the gossips, and smiling under a delightful old grey beard, which did the heart good to see. You divine the conversation between him and the cucumber man, as the Sultan used to understand the language of the birds. Are any of these cucumbers stuffed with pearls ? and is that Armenian with the black square turban Haroun Alraschid in disguise, standing yonder by the fountain where the children are drinking the gleaming marble fountain, chequered all orer with light and shadow, and engraved with delicate arabesques and sentences from the Koran?"
At one period of the voyage, a white squall came on, which the author thus describes in burlesque verse :“On the deck, beneath the awning, Each on his mat allotted, I dozing lay, and yawning;
In silence smoked, and squatted, It was the grey of dawning,
Whilst round their children trotted, Ere yet the sun arose;
In pretty pleasant play.
And the poodle dog a yowling,
And the old cow raised a lowing,
As she heard the tempest blowing ; The pleasures of a doze.
And fowls and geese did cackle,
And the cordage and the tackle Strange company we harboured: Began to shriek and crackle ; We'd a hundred Jews to larboard, And the spray dashed o'er the funnels, Unwashed, uncombed, unbarbered, | And down the deck in runnels,
Jews black, and brown, and grey. And the rushing water soaks all, With terror it would seize ye,
From the seamen in the fok'sal, And make your soul uneasy,
To the stokers, whose black faces To see those rabbis greasy,
Peep out of their bed places; Who did nought but scratch and And the captain he was bawling, pray:
And the sailors pulling, hauling, Their dirty children puking,
And the quarter-deck tarpauling Their dirty saucepans cooking, Was shivered in the squalling; Their dirty fingers hooking
And the passengers awaken,
And the steward briskly hastens
Then the Greeks, they moaned and Enormous wide their breeks were,
quivered Their pipes did puff away.
And knelt, and groaned, and shivered,
As the plunging waters met them, In a hundred thousand stenches.
And doomed ourselves to slaughter,
Cried “ George, some brandy and Then all the fleas in Jewry
water." Jumped up and bit like fury;
And when, its force expended, And the progeny of Jacob
The harmless storm was ended,
I thought, as day was breaking,
But we must devote all our remaining space to the description of the journey from Jaffa to Jerusalem :
"It took an hour and more to get our little caravan into marching order, to accommodate all the packs to the horses, and all the horses to the riders ; to see the ladies comfortably placed in their litter, with a sleek and large black mule fore and aft, a groom to each mule, and a tall and exceedingly goodnatured infidel to walk by the side of the carriage, to balance it as it swayed to and fro, and to offer his back as a step to the inmates, whenever they were minded to ascend or alight. What a figure we cut in the moonlight, and how they would have stared at us in the Strand! aye, or in Leicestershire, where I warrant such horses and riders are not often visible! The shovel stirrups are deucedly short; the clumsy leathers cut the shins of some equestrians abominably; you sit on your horse as it were over a tower, from which the descent would be very easy, but for the big peak of the saddle. A good plan for the inexperienced, is to put a stick or umbrella across the saddle peak again, so that it is next to impossible to go over your horse's neck. I found this a vast comfort 'in going down the hills, and recommend it conscientiously to other dear simple brethren of the city. Two grave and stately Arabs in white beards, white turbans, white haicks and raiments, sabres curling round their military thighs, and immense long guns at their backs, rode before us, leading the way through the huge avenues of strange, diabolical-looking prickly pears, by which the first mile or two of route from the city is bounded; and as the dawn arose before us, exhibiting first a streak of grey, then of green, then of red, in the sky, it was fine to see their martial figures defined against the rising light..... Presently, in the distance, we saw another cavalcade spreading over the plain. Our two white warriors spread to right and left, and galloped to reconnoitre. We, too, put our steeds to the canter, and handling our umbrellas as Richard did his lance against Saladin, went, undaunted, to challenge this caravan. The fact was, we could distinguish that it was formed of the party of our pious friends the Poles, and we hailed