The Life, Travels, and Literary Career of Bayard TaylorConwell, Russell H.
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The Life, Travels, and Literary Career of Bayard Taylor
Conwell, Russell H.
Taylor, Bayard, 1825-1878
“Where is Gulistan, the Land of Roses?
Not on hills, where Northern winters
Break their spears in icy splinters,
And in shrouded snow the world reposes;
But amid the glow and splendor,
Which the Orient summers lend her,
Blue the heaven above her beauty closes:
There is Gulistan, the Land of Roses.
Northward stand the Persian mountains;
Southward spring the silver fountains,
Which to Hafiz taught his sweetest measures.
Clearly ringing to the singing,
Which the nightingales delight in,
When the Spring, from Oman winging
Unto Shiraz, showers her fragrant treasures
On the land, till valleys brighten.”
—_Taylor._
By far the most interesting and valuable part of Mr. Taylor’s experience
as a traveller was in India, China, and Japan, if we consider only
the welfare of his readers. But so far as its influence upon him was
concerned, its impression was far less marked than that in Europe and
Egypt. At the time he left Gibraltar for Egypt, the lands of India,
China, and Japan were comparatively little known to the reading
communities in America. Even India, which had so long been the idol of
England and the El Dorado for all her adventurous spirits and valorous
soldiers, was a country with which America had but little communication,
and in whose people Americans took but little interest. It was a
neglected field.
Mr. Taylor, in a letter to a friend in Washington, laid much stress
upon the importance to American commerce of an accurate description of
those lands, and hoped to be the instrument by which an interest in such
enterprises might be awakened. It was a laudable, patriotic purpose, and
was most conscientiously carried out by him.
He left Gibraltar on the 28th of November, on a Peninsular and Oriental
steamer, which touched at that port, on its way from Southampton
to Alexandria. He arrived at Alexandria December 8, and sought his
old quarters in the city. He felt like one who returns to his home,
as he walked the streets of the Egyptian city, and relates with
evident satisfaction how pleasant it was to call out to the crowd of
donkey-drivers in their native tongue.
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