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MR. BUCKLE IN THE EAST.

BY HIS FELLOW-TRAVELLER.

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with which I look forward to seeing Egypt, that strange, mutilated form of civilization. For years nothing has excited me so much." In a letter from on board ship he somewhat characteristically says: "I had a little difficulty about getting the boys into my cabin, because I had to talk over the different gentlemen the inmates of it. But somehow or other I generally end by getting my own way, and we are now all together."

correspondents have thought that extracts would most fitly be published, in the first instance at least, in the narrative of a fellowIr was at Assouan, the ancient Syené on traveller. He gives the following account the 9th of January, 1862, that I first met of himself just before leaving home: 'My Mr. Buckle. He had just returned from head is still weak, but in other respects I am Nubia to this the frontier town between perfectly well. I do no work; and Egypt and the country called by the Greeks all the books I shall take with me are ShakEthiopia. With the introduction of a mu-speare, Molière, and some of Schiller's poetual friend, I went to call in the afternoon try. I cannot tell you the intense pleasure to communicate both sad and exciting news, which we ourselves had but heard the previous evening-the death of the prince consort, and the threatened war with America. So, through the vendors of many wares and curiosities-Nubians from the opposite island of Elephantine, and from the upper country, with clubs, bows and arrows, ostricheggs, etc., dancing girls, Abyssinian, and Ghawázee-I made my way, and crossed the plank from the sands to the deck of his dahabéëh. After a long conversation, passing from the topics of the day to subjects which we were hereafter to discuss much more fully, he ended with a detailed account of what he had witnessed at a private exhibition of socalled "spiritual" phenomena, under the presidency of Mr. Home. But on this, as on many other subjects on which he has not fully, or at all, published his opinions, I do not think myself at liberty to give what may have been but the hasty conversational expression of immature views, and especially in this case, where his judgment may have been biassed by the most sacred feelings of his nature.

Before leaving, he asked me to join him in the journey through the Desert to Palestine; but as I rather thought of going direct to Jerusalem by Jaffa, it was left uncertain till we should meet at Cairo. He joined a party we gave that evening, and entered into a warm but friendly discussion with a German Protestant clergyman we had also invited. Next morning Mr. Buckle continued his voyage down, and we, after the excitement of the passage of the first cataract, sailed quietly up between the Nubian banks of the Nile.

Mr. Buckle had left England in October, advised to pass the winter in Egypt to recruit his overtasked energies. While abroad, the diary he kept was very meagre. His letters also were so few, and in matter of general interest so scanty, that his two principal

From Alexandria, on the 5th of November, he wrote: "I feel in better health and spirits than at any time during the last three years.

Especially I am conscious of an immense increase of brain-power-grasping great problems with a firmness which at one time I feared had gone from me forever. I feel that there is yet much that I shall live to do. . Tobacco and pipes are very cheap, everything else is enormously dear: ale two shillings a bottle, soda-water one shilling, miserable carriages five shillings an hour, and so forth; and yet with all this, the labor market in such a state, that an unskilled laborer earns with difficulty twopence a day-wages low and profits high. Good-by. My thoughts are often with those I have left behind. Write to Mrs. Gand Mrs. B, and tell them that I asked you to let them know of our safe arrival.” Again from Cairo, on the 15th of November: We hope to leave here for Thebes to-morrow, provided the boat can be provisioned by then. It is a first-rate boat, and as we shall be in it three months, I am doing what I know you would be doing if you were here, sparing no expense in laying in every comfort that can insure health. I feel the responsibility of your dear children perhaps more than I expected, but I am not anxious; for I am conscious of going to the full extent of my duty and neglecting nothing; and when a man does this, he must leave the unknown and invisible future to take care of itself.

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As his iron boat could not be safely taken through the cataract, Mr. Buckle left it at Assouan, and took a timber-built boat to the second cataract, and back to Assouan. In reference to this voyage he thus writes on the 15th of January from Thebes; "The journey into Nubia, notwithstanding its many discomforts, was in the highest degree curious and instructive. The heat in Nubia was intense. On Christmas day, at 8.30 in the evening, it was in my cabin 81 degs. Fah., though the sun had been excluded all day.

prove still further in health, and if I find | best bread I ever tasted. I shall take him that they are reaping real intellectual benefit, on to Jerusalem, as I will not trust our diI purpose taking them in February to Jeru-gestion to common Arab cooking. At Cairo salem, and thence making excursions in Pal- I shall buy pistols for him and the dragoestine, explaining to them at the same time man; and this, with our escort and my rethe essential points in Jewish history, and volver, will enable us to set ordinary robbers connecting it with the history of Egypt. at defiance. And as to extraordinary ones, The few books which I require can be got shall never enter any district where there is here, all except one, viz., Stanley's "Sinai war between the tribes. Trust me yet a and Palestine.' This you will please to get, little, and you will not be disappointed." and send to Briggs at Cairo. I shall have the best escort that money can procure. My maxim is economy, not parsimony; and though I never throw away money, I never spare it on emergencies. If, in the spring, there are any disturbances in Arabia or Syria, be you well assured that I shall not set foot there. As I know some influential persons, and amongst them a pasha and a bey, I shall have the best information as to what is going on in the countries through which we are to pass. Full of life and thought. How this country makes me speculate! I am up at six o'clock every morning, and yet there seems no day, so much is there to see and to think of. I try to pour some of my overflowings into the little chaps (the sons of the friend to whom this letter was addressed). Beyond Thebes there is no post, and even from Thebes the post is precarious. Do not therefore be uneasy at not hearing from us. I know that you put some confidence in my judgment; and my judgment and whatever I know will be taxed to the utmost to preserve the health of your children."

In a letter dated the Nile, 14th December, Mr. Buckle writes: "We have been and still are quite well. The journey up the Nile, though slow, has not been dull, as we have plenty of occupation. . Lest the long confinement should be injurious I stop the boat twice every day, and we walk with an escort on the shore. Then, and in the evening I talk to the boys about what they have seen and read, and having encouraged them to state their opinion, I give them mine, and explain how it is that we differ. We live in quiet comfort, and indeed luxury. An iron boat with good bedrooms, and a saloon that could dine eight persons-and we sail quicker than any other boat on the Nile. I have engaged the cook the Rothchilds had when they were in Egypt. He is really a first-rate cook, and makes I think the

Now that we have been there, I would not have missed it for five hundred pounds. I feel very joyous, and altogether full of pugnacity, so that I wish some one would attack me. I mean attack me specu latively. I have no desire for a practical combat."

On the 19th of February, the day after my return to Cairo, I called on him, still on board his boat at Boudak On the 5th of this month he had written to a friend: "I cannot understand how it is that you were so long in receiving the letter which I wrote from Thebes in the middle of December. On returning from Nubia, we wrote again from Thebes about the 17th January, and in these, as in every other instance, I have made a point of posting your letters myself. I do not wonder at your anxiety at being so long without intelligence; but I have done all in my power, and have never since we left England allowed a post to go by without writing. Your picture of your imagination of my hanging over the bed of a sick boy, and bringing you back a child the less, has gone to my very heart, and made me feel quite miserable, since I know what must have passed through your mind, and what you must have suffered before you could write thus. But why, dear Mrs. why will you allow your judgment to be led captive by such dark imaginings? I never begin any considerable enterprise without well weighing the objec

tions against it. In taking your children | pict it. If I were to say that the temple of where I have taken them, and where they are Karnak at Thebes can even now be ascerabout to go, I have estimated the difficulties, tained to have measured a mile and a half in or if you will, the dangers. . . . Here, circumference, I should probably only tell as elsewhere, some rare combination of events, or some insidious physical action creeping unobserved through the human frame, and stealthily coming on years before, may pros trate one of your boys, as it may prostrate you or your husband. This may happen in the healthiest climate, and in spite of the tenderest care. The excitement of the brain caused by travelling amid the scenes through which they pass is in itself a source of health; and though you of course love your children better than I do, and better indeed than any one does for who knows so well as I that no love can equal the love of a mother?—still, even you could not watch them more carefully than I do; and, as you would be the first to acknowledge, you would watch them with less knowledge both of what should be guarded against and what should be done. We have an chored about a mile and a half from Cairo, as I think living on the Nile more healthy than being in an hotel. I shall therefore keep on the boat, and all my establishment, including my virtuous and noble-minded cook, until we start for the Desert. As to cookey, he and I will never part till the Asiatic part of the journey is ended." In a letter to another friend, dated the 7th of February, Mr. Buckle writes: "We have returned to Cairo, all quite well, after a most interesting journey to the southern extremity of Egypt, and on into Nubia as far as the second cataract. I feel better and stronger than I have done for years. about ten days we leave here for Mount Sinai, and intend proceeding through the Desert to Gaza, and then to Jerusalem, by way of Hebron. Fancy me travelling on the back of a camel seven or eight hours a day for from five to six weeks, and then travelling on horseback through Palestine and Southern Syria. That I have not already been thrown is a marvel, seeing that among other audacious feats I went from the Nile to Abydos on a donkey, with a cloth for a saddle and two pieces of rope for stirrups, and in this wretched plight had to rider for between eight and nine hours.

you what you have read in books; but I should despair if I were obliged to describe what I felt when I was in the midst of it, and contemplated it as a living whole, while every part was covered with sculptures of exquisite finish, except where the hieroglyph- . ics crowded on each other so thickly that it would require many volumes to copy them. Their stood their literature, in the midst of the most magnificent temple ever raised by the genius of man. I went twice to see it by moonlight, when the vast masses of light and shade rendered it absolutely appalling.

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"To give you any, even the faintest, idea of what I have seen in this wonderful country is impossible. No art of writing can de

"But I fear to write like a guide-book, and had rather abstain from details till we meet. One effect, however, I must tell you which my journey has produced upon me. Perhaps you may remember how much I always preferred form to color; but now, owing to the magnificent effect of this the driest atmosphere in the world, I am getting to like color more than form. The endless variety of hues is extraordinary. Owing to the transparency of the air, objects are seen, as nearly as I can judge, more than twice the distance they can be seen in England under the most favorable circumstances. Until my eye became habituated to this, I often overfatigued myself by believing that I could reach a certain point in a certain time. The result is a wealth and exuberance of color which is hardly to be credited, and which I doubt if any painter would dare to represent.

"From Jerusalem I propose going to Jericho, the Dead Sea, and the Jordan; thence to the Sea of Galilee, and from thence to Damascus and Baalbec; afterwards to Constantinople, passing through Beyrout and Smyrna. What think you of this? If you were here, and felt as I do what it is to have the brain every day over-excited, and be constantly drunk with pleasure, you would easily understand how impossible much letter-writing becomes, and how impatient one grows in trying to fix on paper thoughts that burn; but, as you know of old, if my friends were to measure my friendship by the length and frequency of my letters, they would do me great injustice.

I myself found Mr. Buckle occupied packing the curiosities, of which he had made rather