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
We met Holman Hunt at Jerusalem; he was looking a little worn,
like a veritable denizen of the Holy City. I hope that you have
quite recovered health. Swinburne, the papers say, has been
sick; his "Songs before Sunrise" show even more genius than
"Poems and Ballads." What has become of Mrs. Sartoris? I saw her
son's appointment in the papers. Poor Vichy must be quite
ruined--veritably it was a Cockney hole. Syria is a poor Chili;
the Libanus is a mole-hill compared with the Andes--do you
remember? I am planning a realistic book which has no Holy Land
on the brain, and the public will curse her like our army in
Flanders. Pilgrims see everything through a peculiar medium, and
tourists shake hands (like madmen) when they sight the Plain of
Esdraelon or Sharon, as the case may be.
_N.B._--Both plains are like the poorer parts of our midland
counties. My wife joins in kind remembrances.--Ever yours
sincerely,
RICHARD F. BURTON.
[Illustration: PORTRAIT OF SIR RICHARD BURTON, K.C.M.G. 1876]
TRIESTE, _July 13, 1876_.
MY DEAR LEIGHTON,--One word to say that the tiles are packed,
and will be sent by the first London steamer--opportunities are
rare here. Some are perfect, many are broken; but they will make
a bit of mosaic after a little trimming, and illustrate the
difference between Syriac and Sindi. They are taken from the
tomb (Moslem) of Sakhar, on the Indus. I can give you analysis
of glaze if you want it; but I fancy you don't care for
analyses. The yellow colour is by far the rarest and least
durable apparently. The blues are the favourites and the best.
Here we are living in a typhoon of lies. I am losing patience,
and shall probably bolt to Belgrade in search of truth. Austria
is behaving in her usual currish manner, allowing her policy to
be managed by a minority of light-headed, Paddy-whack Magyars
and pudding-headed, beer-brained Austro-Germans. How all Europe
funks the Slavs, and how well the latter are beginning to know
it.
Very grand of _la grande Bretagne_ to propose occupying Egypt
without any army to speak of. Sorry that you don't understand
the force of the expression, the "world generally," but will try
some time or other to make it clear. United best regards and
wishes. Why don't you take a holiday to Turkey?--Ever yours,
R.F. BURTON.
_P.S._--I hear that W. Wright has subsided into an Irish
conventicle, and that Green doesn't like prospect of returning
to Dan!
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