Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 1, July 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 1, July 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Among the places in London which were much visited at this time by the
millions of strangers who streamed hither, was the Egyptian Hall—a
temple or museum for the remarkable things and curiosities from all
foreign lands, which are traveling through the world, together with
extraordinary men, animals, conjurors and conjuration—a temple of
novelty which ought to be found in every great city, for the support and
refreshment of the spirit of curiosity in the human breast. I saw here a
couple of beautiful dioramas, and these were a glorious and
extraordinary delight. What is the use of giving one’s self a deal of
trouble to travel through far countries, in the face of danger by land
and sea—to make great efforts to be in time for the railway-train—to
get up in the night to go on board the steam-boat or by _diligence_—to
eat food which does not agree with one—to lose one’s luggage and all
one’s clothes—to be paying one’s money away all day long—to have an
empty purse and weary body—in a word, to do battle with a thousand
difficulties, when one can—here at the Diorama—sit quietly upon a
bench, listen to music, and for a shilling behold Europe, Asia, or
America pass before one, exhibit their ruins, their rivers, their
capitals, their temples, and beautiful natural scenes before one’s eyes.
Thus it was that I here beheld Egypt and the Nile travel past me: saw
the ancient pyramids and temples with their colossal statues: saw Copts
and Turks reposing beneath the palm-trees, and European tourists smoke
their cigars under the nose of the old gods of the Hindoos: saw Sirius
ascending brilliantly above the Nile: saw the beautiful head of the
Sphinx glancing upward from the desert sand, whilst night rested above
the desert, and Canopus looking down upon it—a sight which I shall
never forget. Beyond this, I allowed the journey from London to Calcutta
to journey past me; by Malta, and the Mediterranean, through the desert
by caravan, with camels, Arabs, and so on to Ceylon and Hindoostan, with
its cities and Hindoo temples. And it is impossible for me to say how
convenient and entertaining I found it all.
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