“We are just returned from a bull-feast, and I write to
you while the feelings occasioned by this spectacle are fresh. I had never
before seen one. The buffoonery of teazing bullocks at Madrid was rather
foolish than cruel, and its extreme folly excited laughter, as much at the
spectators as the thing itself. This is widely different. The handbill was
pompous:—‘Antonio de Cordeiro, who had so
distinguished himself last year, was again to perform. The entertainment would
deserve the approbation of a generous public. Ten bulls were to be killed, four
to be tormented; they were picked bulls, of the Marquis de
——’s breed (I forget his name), and chosen out for their
courage and ferocity.’ Yesterday the bull-fighters paraded the streets,
as you may have seen rope-dancers and the ‘equestrian troop’ at
Bristol fair; they were strangely disfigured with masques; one fellow had a
paunch and a Punch-hump-back, and all were dressed in true tawdry style. Hot
weather is always the season, and Sunday always the day, the amusement being
cool and devout I At half after four it began: the hero was on horseback, and
half a dozen men on foot to assist him; about ten more sat with pitchforks to
defend themselves, ready when wanted: the bulls were all in the area till the
amusement opened; they were not large, and not the same breed as in England;
they
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“You will find in Thalaba one accurate image which I observed this evening: a death-sweat darkening the dun hide of the animal. This amusement must have mischievous effects; it makes cruelty familiar: and as for the assertion, that bull-baiting, or bull-butchering, keeps up the courage of the nation, only Wyndham and Canning could have been absurd enough and unfeeling enough to believe it;—if it were true, the Spaniards ought to be the bravest nation in the world, because their amusement is the most cruel; and a butcher ought to make the best soldier.
“On Thursday we go to Cintra; this, therefore, will be
my last letter of Lisbon anecdote. In Africa a Portuguese saw an ouran-outang,
the most human beast that has yet been discovered, walking quietly with a stick
in his hand; he had the wickedness to shoot him, and was not, as he ought to
have been, hung for wilful murder. The head and hands were sent here; I have
seen them in the Museum, in spirits.
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“Fielding died and was buried here. By a singular fatality, four attempts have been made to erect a monument, and all have miscarried. A Frenchman set on foot a subscription for this purpose, and many of the factory engaged for one, two, or three moidores; circumstances took him from Lisbon, and this dropped. Another Frenchman had a monument made at his own expense, and paid for it; there was a fine French inscription, that, as his own countrymen had never given the great Fielding a monument, it was reserved for a Frenchman to honour his country by paying that respect to genius: he also went away, and is now following the French Pretender; and his monument lies among masonry and rubbish, where I have sought for it in vain. Then De Visme undertook the affair; and the bust of Fielding, designed for this purpose, is still in the house which belonged to him here. I know not what made this scheme abortive. Last, the Prince of Brazil went to work, and the monument was made. The Lady Abbess of the New Convent wished to see it; it was sent to her; she took a fancy to it, and there it has remained ever since: and Fielding is still without a monument.
“De Visme
introduced the present fashion of painting rooms in stucco, with landscapes on
the walls, and borders of flowers or arabesque; the fashion is, I believe,
Italian. The workmen whom he employed had taste enough to be pleased with it
and it
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“In the larger old houses, here and in Spain, in the country, there is usually a room with no windows, but, instead, arches quite open to the air; the appearance is strange and picturesque, and I should esteem it one of the inconveniences of Lisbon, that the intolerable dust prevents the enjoyment of these open rooms there—the dust is a huge evil. . . . . We had the hot wind for three days this week; a detestable burning blast, a bastard sort of siroc, tamed by crossing the sea and the land, but which parches the lips, and torments you with the Tantalus plague of fanning your cheek and heating it at the same time. The sea breeze is, on the other hand, as delightful: we feel it immediately; it cools the air, and freshens up all our languid feelings. In the West Indies they call this wind the doctor—a good seamanly phrase for its healing and comfortable effect.
“At the time the aqueduct was built, a large reservoir
was made for its waste water. In winter, much water runs to waste; in summer,
more is wanted, and the watermen wait a long time round the fountain before
they can in turn fill their barrels: but these people, in building the
reservoir, never calculated the weight of the water till the building was
finished,—so it stands still uncovered, a useless pile, and a rare
monument of the national science. I saw a funeral from the country pass the
window at night, the attendants
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“The servants here, in marketing, think it a part of their fair profits to cheat you as much as they can, and have no idea that this is dishonesty; it is a sort of commission they think they are entitled to. This is so much the case, that one of these fellows, when he was stipulating about wages, thought them too little, and inquired if he was to go to market; he was told yes, and then he said he would come. . . . .
“The Queen’s stables serve as an asylum. Rogues and murderers go there and do the work for nothing; they are safe by this means, and the people, whose business it is to hire and pay the servants, pocket the money, so that they infest the neighbourhood: they quarrelled with our dragoons, who broke into the stables and thrashed them heartily, to the great satisfaction of the people near.
“God bless you! Edith’s love.
