The life, letters and work of Frederic Leighton. Volume IIBarrington, Russell, Mrs.
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The life, letters and work of Frederic Leighton. Volume II
Barrington, Russell, Mrs.
Leighton of Stretton, Frederic Leighton, Baron, 1830-1896
Beyond the village I wandered into a delightful garden; a half
cultivated wilderness of palm and gum trees in which one came on
unexpected pergolas, and lovely garden trees all pouring out
their most intoxicating scents under the fiercest sun I ever
walked beneath. I saw oleanders, the flowers of which were as
thick as roses and smelt like a quintessence of nectarines;
there were also some beautiful olive trees with weeping
branches--a thing I had never seen before--and with berries as
large as plums. Overhead, amongst the yellow dates, sat doves
the colour of pale violets.
Syoot itself is beautifully situated amongst groves and gardens;
except in that it is brown and not white, it reminded me much of
an Algerine town; it is very unlike Cairo. The rock-cut tombs in
the mountain above the town are so mutilated and disfigured that
little can be made of them; but they have that stamp of
vastness which is so characteristic of all the ancient monuments
of this country.
The view from the height is very fine. The river has barely
begun to fall yet, so that everything is reflected in the great
sheets of water that cover the land. At evening I saw the sunset
through the tall palm trees, with the domes of Syoot dark
against its flaming light.
For a fine showy assertion that looks very original and
striking, but is not calculated for pedantic verification,
commend me to a Frenchman. The other day, at Boulay, Mariette
Bey, the creator and the curator of the Museum of that ilk, and
a man of high standing as an Egyptologist, told me that the Nile
was turned into its actual course by a great chain of hills at
Syoot which, serving as a rampart, alone prevented it from
following its obvious tendency to flow into the Red Sea. "Il
allait _évidemment_ se jeter dans la Mer Rouge;" in fact, but
for this hill, there would have been no Lower Egypt, that
country being literally the child of the Nile which alone
prevents the sands of the central deserts from ruling over the
whole breadth of the land. Here was a dramatic revelation of
coincidences! Here was a startling suggestion of contingencies!
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