Memoir of John Murray
Mirza Abul Hassan to the London Gentleman, 3 April 1824
April 3rd, 1824.
Sir, My Lord,
When you write to me some time ago to give my thought of what
I see good and bad this country, that time I not speak English very well. Now I
read, I write much little better. Now I give to you my think. In this country
bad not too much, everything very good. But suppose I not tell something little
bad, then you say I tell all flattery—therefore I tell most bad thing. I
not like such crowd in evening party every night. In cold weather not very
good, now hot weather, much too bad. I very much astonish every day now much
hot than before, evening parties much crowd than before. Pretty beautiful
ladies come sweat, that not very good. I always afraid some old lady in crowd
come dead, that not very good, and spoil my happiness. I think old ladies after
85 years not come to evening party, that much better. Why for take so much
trouble? Some other thing rather bad. Very beautiful young lady she got ugly
fellow for husband, that not very good, very shocking. I ask Sr Gore [Sir Gore Ouseley] why for this. He says
me—“perhaps he very good man, not handsome; no matter,
perhaps he got too much money, perhaps got title.” I say I not
like that, all very shocking. This all bad. I know now I say good. English
people all very good people. All very happy. Do what they like, say what like,
write in newspaper what like. I love English people very much, they very civil
to me. I tell my King English love Persian very much. English King best man in
world, he love his people very good much; he speak very
148 | MEMOIRS OF JOHN MURRAY | |
kind to me, I love him very much. Queen very best woman I ever saw. Prince of
Wales such a fine elegant beautiful man. I not understand English enough proper
to praise him, he too great for my language. I respect him same as my own King.
I love him much better, his manner all same as talisman and charm. All the
Princes very fine men, very handsome men, very sweet words, very affable. I
like all too much. I think the ladies and gentlemen this country most high
rank, high honour, very rich, except two or three most good, very kind to
inferior peoples. This very good. I go to see Chelsea. All old men sit on grass
in shade of fine tree, fine river run by, beautiful place, plenty to eat,
drink, good coat, everything very good. Sir Gore he tell
me King Charles and King Jame. I say
Sir Gore, They not Musselman, but I think God love
them very much. I think God he love the King very well for keeping up that
charity. Then I see one small regiment of children go to dinner, one small boy
he say thanks to God for eat, for drink, for clothes, other little boys they
all answer Amen. Then I cry a little, my heart too much pleased. This all very
good for two things—one thing, God very much please; two things, soldiers
fight much better, because see their good King take care of old wounded fathers
and little children. Then I go to Greenwich, that too good place, such a fine
sight make me a little sick for joy. All old men so happy, eat dinner, so well,
fine house, fine beds—all very good. This very good country. English
ladies very handsome, very beautiful. I travel great deal. I go Arabia, I go
Calcutta, Hyderabad, Poonah, Bombay, Georgia, Armenia, Constantinople, Malta,
Gibraltar. I see best Georgia, Circassian, Turkish, Greek ladies, but nothing
not so beautiful as English ladies, all very clever, speak French, speak
English, speak Italian, play music very well, sing very good. Very glad for me
if Persian ladies like them. But English ladies speak such sweet words. I think
tell a little story—that not very good. One thing more I see but I not
understand that thing good or bad. Last Thursday I see some fine horses, fine
carriages, thousand people go to look that carriages. I ask why for? They say
me, that gentleman on boxes they drive their own carriages. I say why for take
so much trouble? They say me he drive very well; that very good thing. It rain
very hard, some lord some gentleman he get very wet. I say why he not go inside? They tell me good
coachman not mind get wet every day, will be much ashamed if go inside; that I
not understand.
Sir, my Lord, good-night,
Sir Gore Ouseley, first baronet (1770-1844)
He was ambassador to Persia (1812), privy councilor (1820), and president of the Oriental
Translation Committee (1842).