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DOWN THE NILE.
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had purposely made it so, because they did not wish to excel
God in making it straight; and this was Turkish philosophy
in medicine and every thing else, viz., "Laissez faire."
Numerous India Englishmen are on board ; passing a vil-
lage with mosques, I heard a servant remark to her com-
panion, that those mosques were idols which the Turks had
erected to their gods. At Atfeh, we entered the Mahmoudieh
canal, which looks as it did nearly four months ago. The
same crowd of Arab boats, the same Arab row, the same line
across the canal, the same transit agent. Farewell, then, to
the Nile, for ever, beloved, sacred river—to thee and thy sweet
waters, for which, like the exile, we would sigh till we drink
again. May these ever gush from the emerald mountains
beyond Meroe: may the wonders of art ever adorn thy banks,
and this be the only steamer that ploughs thy waves where
Moses was found, and Cleopatra's barge floated with its oars
of silver.
Alexandria came in sight towards sunset, (after winding
down the bank of Lake Mareotis, which is alive with its wild-
fowl,) with its pillar, its distant obelisk, its consular flags, its
tall shipping. We land where we embarked to go up the Nile
with our solitary Arab boy and boat, and an omnibus whirls
us into the square before the Hotel d'l'Europe.
The admittance of Nile waters into Lake Mareotis has
made the city much more healthy. Shooting game there,
you perceive the noxious exhalations proceeding from it.
149
had purposely made it so, because they did not wish to excel
God in making it straight; and this was Turkish philosophy
in medicine and every thing else, viz., "Laissez faire."
Numerous India Englishmen are on board ; passing a vil-
lage with mosques, I heard a servant remark to her com-
panion, that those mosques were idols which the Turks had
erected to their gods. At Atfeh, we entered the Mahmoudieh
canal, which looks as it did nearly four months ago. The
same crowd of Arab boats, the same Arab row, the same line
across the canal, the same transit agent. Farewell, then, to
the Nile, for ever, beloved, sacred river—to thee and thy sweet
waters, for which, like the exile, we would sigh till we drink
again. May these ever gush from the emerald mountains
beyond Meroe: may the wonders of art ever adorn thy banks,
and this be the only steamer that ploughs thy waves where
Moses was found, and Cleopatra's barge floated with its oars
of silver.
Alexandria came in sight towards sunset, (after winding
down the bank of Lake Mareotis, which is alive with its wild-
fowl,) with its pillar, its distant obelisk, its consular flags, its
tall shipping. We land where we embarked to go up the Nile
with our solitary Arab boy and boat, and an omnibus whirls
us into the square before the Hotel d'l'Europe.
The admittance of Nile waters into Lake Mareotis has
made the city much more healthy. Shooting game there,
you perceive the noxious exhalations proceeding from it.