to stand still for such an humble portrait as my pencil could make
   of them; and the sketch done, it was passed from one person to
   another, each making his comments, and signifying a very polite
   approval.  Here are a pair of them, {2} Fath Allah and Ameenut
   Daoodee his father, horse-dealers by trade, who came and sat with
   us at the inn, and smoked pipes (the sun being down), while the
   original of the above masterpiece was made.  With the Arabs outside
   the walls, however, and the freshly arriving country people, this
   politeness was not so much exhibited.  There was a certain tattooed
   girl, with black eyes and huge silver earrings, and a chin
   delicately picked out with blue, who formed one of a group of women
   outside the great convent, whose likeness I longed to carry off;--
   there was a woman with a little child, with wondering eyes, drawing
   water at the Pool of Siloam, in such an attitude and dress as
   Rebecca may have had when Isaac's lieutenant asked her for drink:-
   both of these parties standing still for half a minute, at the next
   cried out for backsheesh:  and not content with the five piastres
   which I gave them individually, screamed out for more, and summoned
   their friends, who screamed out backsheesh too.  I was pursued into
   the convent by a dozen howling women calling for pay, barring the
   door against them, to the astonishment of the worthy papa who kept
   it; and at Miriam's Well the women were joined by a man with a
   large stick, who backed their petition.  But him we could afford to
   laugh at, for we were two and had sticks likewise.
   In the village of Siloam I would not recommend the artist to
   loiter.  A colony of ruffians inhabit the dismal place, who have
   guns as well as sticks at need.  Their dogs howl after the
   strangers as they pass through; and over the parapets of their
   walls you are saluted by the scowls of a villanous set of
   countenances, that it is not good to see with one pair of eyes.
   They shot a man at mid-day at a few hundred yards from the gates
   while we were at Jerusalem, and no notice was taken of the murder.
   Hordes of Arab robbers infest the neighbourhood of the city, with
   the Sheikhs of whom travellers make terms when minded to pursue
   their journey.  I never could understand why the walls stopped
   these warriors if they had a mind to plunder the city, for there
   are but a hundred and fifty men in the garrison to man the long
   lonely lines of defence.
   I have seen only in Titian's pictures those magnificent purple
   shadows in which the hills round about lay, as the dawn rose
   faintly behind them; and we looked at Olivet for the last time from
   our terrace, where we were awaiting the arrival of the horses that
   were to carry us to Jaffa.  A yellow moon was still blazing in the
   midst of countless brilliant stars overhead; the nakedness and
   misery of the surrounding city were hidden in that beautiful rosy
   atmosphere of mingling night and dawn.  The city never looked so
   noble; the mosques, domes, and minarets rising up into the calm
   star-lit sky.
   By the gate of Bethlehem there stands one palm-tree, and a house
   with three domes.  Put these and the huge old Gothic gate as a
   background dark against the yellowing eastern sky:  the foreground
   is a deep grey:  as you look into it dark forms of horsemen come
   out of the twilight:  now there come lanterns, more horsemen, a
   litter with mules, a crowd of Arab horseboys and dealers
   accompanying their beasts to the gate; all the members of our party
   come up by twos and threes; and, at last, the great gate opens just
   before sunrise, and we get into the grey plains.
   Oh! the luxury of an English saddle!  An English servant of one of
   the gentlemen of the mission procured it for me, on the back of a
   little mare, which (as I am a light weight) did not turn a hair in
   the course of the day's march--and after we got quit of the ugly,
   stony, clattering, mountainous Abou Gosh district, into the fair
   undulating plain, which stretches to Ramleh, carried me into the
   town at a pleasant hand-gallop.  A negro, of preternatural
   ugliness, in a yellow gown, with a crimson handkerchief streaming
   over his head, digging his shovel spurs into the lean animal he
   rode, and driving three others before--swaying backwards and
   forwards on his horse, now embracing his ears, and now almost under
   his belly, screaming "yallah" with the most frightful shrieks, and
   singing country songs--galloped along ahead of me.  I acquired one
   of his poems pretty well, and could imitate his shriek accurately;
   but I shall not have the pleasure of singing it to you in England.
   I had forgotten the delightful dissonance two days after, both the
   negro's and that of a real Arab minstrel, a donkey-driver
   accompanying our baggage, who sang and grinned with the most
   amusing good-humour.
   We halted, in the middle of the day, in a little wood of olive-
   trees, which forms almost the only shelter between Jaffa and
   Jerusalem, except that afforded by the orchards in the odious
   village of Abou Gosh, through which we went at a double quick pace.
   Under the olives, or up in the branches, some of our friends took a
   siesta.  I have a sketch of four of them so employed.  Two of them
   were dead within a month of the fatal Syrian fever.  But we did not
   know how near fate was to us then.  Fires were lighted, and fowls
   and eggs divided, and tea and coffee served round in tin panikins,
   and here we lighted pipes, and smoked and laughed at our ease.  I
   believe everybody was happy to be out of Jerusalem.  The impression
   I have of it now is of ten days passed in a fever.
   We all found quarters in the Greek convent at Ramleh, where the
   monks served us a supper on a terrace, in a pleasant sunset; a
   beautiful and cheerful landscape stretching around; the land in
   graceful undulations, the towers and mosques rosy in the sunset,
   with no lack of verdure, especially of graceful palms.  Jaffa was
   nine miles off.  As we rode all the morning we had been accompanied
   by the smoke of our steamer, twenty miles off at sea.
   The convent is a huge caravanserai; only three or four monks dwell
   in it, the ghostly hotel-keepers of the place.  The horses were
   tied up and fed in the courtyard, into which we rode; above were
   the living-rooms, where there is accommodation, not only for an
   unlimited number of pilgrims, but for a vast and innumerable host
   of hopping and crawling things, who usually persist in partaking of
   the traveller's bed.  Let all thin-skinned travellers in the East
   be warned on no account to travel without the admirable invention
   described in Mr. Fellowes's book; nay, possibly invented by that
   enterprising and learned traveller.  You make a sack, of calico or
   linen, big enough for the body, appended to which is a closed
   chimney of muslin, stretched out by cane hoops, and fastened up to
   a beam, or against the wall.  You keep a sharp eye to see that no
   flea or bug is on the look-out, and when assured of this, you pop
   into the bag, tightly c 
					     					 			losing the orifice after you.  This
   admirable bug-disappointer I tried at Ramleh, and had the only
   undisturbed night's rest I enjoyed in the East.  To be sure it was
   a short night, for our party were stirring at one o'clock, and
   those who got up insisted on talking and keeping awake those who
   inclined to sleep.  But I shall never forget the terror inspired in
   my mind, being shut up in the bug-disappointer, when a facetious
   lay-brother of the convent fell upon me and began tickling me.  I
   never had the courage again to try the anti-flea contrivance,
   preferring the friskiness of those animals to the sports of such a
   greasy grinning wag as my friend at Ramleh.
   In the morning, and long before sunrise, our little caravan was in
   marching order again.  We went out with lanterns and shouts of
   "yallah" through the narrow streets, and issued into the plain,
   where, though there was no moon, there were blazing stars shining
   steadily overhead.  They become friends to a man who travels,
   especially under the clear Eastern sky; whence they look down as if
   protecting you, solemn, yellow, and refulgent.  They seem nearer to
   you than in Europe; larger and more awful.  So we rode on till the
   dawn rose, and Jaffa came in view.  The friendly ship was lying out
   in waiting for us; the horses were given up to their owners; and in
   the midst of a crowd of naked beggars, and a perfect storm of
   curses and yells for backsheesh, our party got into their boats,
   and to the ship, where we were welcomed by the very best captain
   that ever sailed upon this maritime globe, namely, Captain Samuel
   Lewis, of the Peninsular and Oriental Company's Service.
   CHAPTER XIV:  FROM JAFFA TO ALEXANDRIA
   [From the Providor's Log-book.]
   Bill of Fare, October 12th.
   Mulligatawny Soup.
   Salt Fish and Egg Sauce.
   Roast Haunch of Mutton.
   Boiled Shoulder and Onion Sauce.
   Boiled Beef.
   Roast Fowls.
   Pillau ditto.
   Ham.
   Haricot Mutton.
   Curry and Rice.
   Cabbage.
   French Beans.
   Boiled Potatoes.
   Baked ditto.
   Damson Tart.  Rice Puddings.
   Currant ditto.  Currant Fritters.
   We were just at the port's mouth--and could see the towers and
   buildings of Alexandria rising purple against the sunset, when the
   report of a gun came booming over the calm golden water; and we
   heard, with much mortification, that we had no chance of getting
   pratique that night.  Already the ungrateful passengers had begun
   to tire of the ship,--though in our absence in Syria it had been
   carefully cleansed and purified; though it was cleared of the
   swarming Jews who had infested the decks all the way from
   Constantinople; and though we had been feasting and carousing in
   the manner described above.
   But very early next morning we bore into the harbour, busy with a
   great quantity of craft.  We passed huge black hulks of mouldering
   men-of-war, from the sterns of which trailed the dirty red flag,
   with the star and crescent; boats, manned with red-capped seamen,
   and captains and steersmen in beards and tarbooshes, passed
   continually among these old hulks, the rowers bending to their
   oars, so that at each stroke they disappeared bodily in the boat.
   Besides these, there was a large fleet of country ships, and stars
   and stripes, and tricolours, and Union Jacks; and many active
   steamers, of the French and English companies, shooting in and out
   of the harbour, or moored in the briny waters.  The ship of our
   company, the "Oriental," lay there--a palace upon the brine, and
   some of the Pasha's steam-vessels likewise, looking very like
   Christian boats; but it was queer to look at some unintelligible
   Turkish flourish painted on the stern, and the long-tailed Arabian
   hieroglyphics gilt on the paddle-boxes.  Our dear friend and
   comrade of Beyrout (if we may be permitted to call her so), H.M.S.
   "Trump," was in the harbour; and the captain of that gallant ship,
   coming to greet us, drove some of us on shore in his gig.
   I had been preparing myself overnight, by the help of a cigar and a
   moonlight contemplation on deck, for sensations on landing in
   Egypt.  I was ready to yield myself up with solemnity to the mystic
   grandeur of the scene of initiation.  Pompey's Pillar must stand
   like a mountain, in a yellow plain, surrounded by a grove of
   obelisks as tall as palm-trees.  Placid sphinxes brooding o'er the
   Nile--mighty Memnonian countenances calm--had revealed Egypt to me
   in a sonnet of Tennyson's, and I was ready to gaze on it with
   pyramidal wonder and hieroglyphic awe.
   The landing quay at Alexandria is like the dockyard quay at
   Portsmouth:  with a few score of brown faces scattered among the
   population.  There are slop-sellers, dealers in marine-stores,
   bottled-porter shops, seamen lolling about; flys and cabs are
   plying for hire; and a yelling chorus of donkey-boys, shrieking,
   "Ride, sir!--Donkey, sir!--I say, sir!" in excellent English,
   dispel all romantic notions.  The placid sphinxes brooding o'er the
   Nile disappeared with that shriek of the donkey-boys.  You might be
   as well impressed with Wapping as with your first step on Egyptian
   soil.
   The riding of a donkey is, after all, not a dignified occupation.
   A man resists the offer at first, somehow, as an indignity.  How is
   that poor little, red-saddled, long-eared creature to carry you?
   Is there to be one for you, and another for your legs?  Natives and
   Europeans, of all sizes, pass by, it is true, mounted upon the same
   contrivance.  I waited until I got into a very private spot, where
   nobody could see me, and then ascended--why not say descended, at
   once?--on the poor little animal.  Instead of being crushed at
   once, as perhaps the rider expected, it darted forward, quite
   briskly and cheerfully, at six or seven miles an hour; requiring no
   spur or admonitive to haste, except the shrieking of the little
   Egyptian gamin, who ran along by asinus's side.
   The character of the houses by which you pass is scarcely Eastern
   at all.  The streets are busy with a motley population of Jews and
   Armenians, slave-driving-looking Europeans, large-breeched Greeks,
   and well-shaven buxom merchants, looking as trim and fat as those
   on the Bourse or on 'Change; only, among the natives, the stranger
   can't fail to remark (as the Caliph did of the Calenders in the
   "Arabian Nights") that so many of them HAVE ONLY ONE EYE.  It is
   the horrid ophthalmia which has played such frightful ravages with
   them.  You see children sitting in the doorways, their eyes
   completely closed up with the green sickening sore, and the flies
   feeding on them.  Five or six minutes of the donkey-ride brings you
   to the Frank quarter, and the handsome broad street (like a street
   of Marseilles) where the principal hotels and merchants' houses are
   to be found, and where the consuls have their houses, and hoist
   their flags.  The palace of the Fren 
					     					 			ch Consul-General makes the
   grandest show in the street, and presents a great contrast to the
   humble abode of the English representative, who protects his
   fellow-countrymen from a second floor.
   But that Alexandrian two-pair-front of a Consulate was more welcome
   and cheering than a palace to most of us.  For there lay certain
   letters, with post-marks of HOME upon them; and kindly tidings, the
   first heard for two months:- though we had seen so many men and
   cities since, that Cornhill seemed to be a year off, at least, with
   certain persons dwelling (more or less) in that vicinity.  I saw a
   young Oxford man seize his despatches, and slink off with several
   letters, written in a tight neat hand, and sedulously crossed;
   which any man could see, without looking farther, were the
   handiwork of Mary Ann, to whom he is attached.  The lawyer received
   a bundle from his chambers, in which his clerk eased his soul
   regarding the state of Snooks v. Rodgers, Smith ats Tomkins, &c.
   The statesman had a packet of thick envelopes, decorated with that
   profusion of sealing-wax in which official recklessness lavishes
   the resources of the country:  and your humble servant got just one
   little modest letter, containing another, written in pencil
   characters, varying in size between one and two inches; but how
   much pleasanter to read than my Lord's despatch, or the clerk's
   account of Smith ats Tomkins,--yes, even than the Mary Ann
   correspondence! . . . Yes, my dear madam, you will understand me,
   when I say that it was from little Polly at home, with some
   confidential news about a cat, and the last report of her new doll.
   It is worth while to have made the journey for this pleasure:  to
   have walked the deck on long nights, and have thought of home.  You
   have no leisure to do so in the city.  You don't see the heavens
   shine above you so purely there, or the stars so clearly.  How,
   after the perusal of the above documents, we enjoyed a file of the
   admirable Galignani; and what O'Connell was doing; and the twelve
   last new victories of the French in Algeria; and, above all, six or
   seven numbers of Punch!  There might have been an avenue of
   Pompey's Pillars within reach, and a live sphinx sporting on the
   banks of the Mahmoodieh Canal, and we would not have stirred to see
   them, until Punch had had his interview and Galignani was
   dismissed.
   The curiosities of Alexandria are few, and easily seen.  We went
   into the bazaars, which have a much more Eastern look than the
   European quarter, with its Anglo-Gallic-Italian inhabitants, and
   Babel-like civilisation.  Here and there a large hotel, clumsy and
   whitewashed, with Oriental trellised windows, and a couple of
   slouching sentinels at the doors, in the ugliest composite uniform
   that ever was seen, was pointed out as the residence of some great
   officer of the Pasha's Court, or of one of the numerous children of
   the Egyptian Solomon.  His Highness was in his own palace, and was
   consequently not visible.  He was in deep grief, and strict
   retirement.  It was at this time that the European newspapers
   announced that he was about to resign his empire; but the quidnuncs
   of Alexandria hinted that a love-affair, in which the old potentate
   had engaged with senile extravagance, and the effects of a potion
   of hachisch, or some deleterious drug, with which he was in the
   habit of intoxicating himself, had brought on that languor and
   desperate weariness of life and governing, into which the venerable
   Prince was plunged.  Before three days were over, however, the fit
   had left him, and he determined to live and reign a little longer.
   A very few days afterwards several of our party were presented to
   him at Cairo, and found the great Egyptian ruler perfectly
   convalescent.
   This, and the Opera, and the quarrels of the two prime donne, and
   the beauty of one of them, formed the chief subjects of
   conversation; and I had this important news in the shop of a
   certain barber in the town, who conveyed it in a language composed
   of French, Spanish, and Italian, and with a volubility quite worthy
   of a barber of "Gil Blas."