The thrones and palaces of Babylon and Ninevah from sea to sea; a thousand miles on horseback .. . d have put it, and of putting it where it did notbelong. One day when sailing along the Persian coast,I inquired: Captain, what peaks are those ? Thosehare the Hasss Hears, sir, was his aspirated response. On board the Burmah was an English party boundfor Bagdad, and consisted of the Hon. E. H. Ellis, hismother, Lady Howard de Walden, and his sister, theHon. Miss Ellis. He was a young gentleman of fortune,and traveled for pleasure. His previous voyage overthe same route had made him familiar with
The thrones and palaces of Babylon and Ninevah from sea to sea; a thousand miles on horseback .. . d have put it, and of putting it where it did notbelong. One day when sailing along the Persian coast,I inquired: Captain, what peaks are those ? Thosehare the Hasss Hears, sir, was his aspirated response. On board the Burmah was an English party boundfor Bagdad, and consisted of the Hon. E. H. Ellis, hismother, Lady Howard de Walden, and his sister, theHon. Miss Ellis. He was a young gentleman of fortune,and traveled for pleasure. His previous voyage overthe same route had made him familiar with every island,peak, and river, and his genial manners rendered him adelightful companion. He was an amateur j^hotogra-pher, and his proficiency in the art is best evinced bysome of the pictures that illustrate this volume. Hismother and sister kept a pictorial journal of their tour,and sketched in colors each town and temple and ruinedtower, each quiet bay and beetling crag, each emeraldisle and palm-date grove, wnth a rapidity and accuracythat excited our admiration. Stately in her bearing as. IDOL TEMPLE AT DWAKA. BABYLON AND NINEVEH. 23 a queen, the mother was a lady of much culture, and ofextensive reading. The daughter displayed less reserveof manner, and gave expressions to her wit, which wasas brilliant as it was caustic. The first night at sea had passed, and the morningfound us on the Indian Ocean, whose waters lave the dis-tant shores of Arabia, and form the western boundaryof British India, a prize coveted oft by earths greatestconquerors. The wdnd blew hard, and the weaves ranhigh; but as the day declined and we neared the land,the sea became calm: All hushd, theres not a breeze in motion,The shore is silent as the zephyrs come, so light they come,Nor leaf is stirrd, nor wave is driven. At nine oclock on Sunday morning we dropped anch-or in the harbor of Dwaka, three hundred miles fromBombay- The small village of Dwaka is on a whitesandy beach, and is the s
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