Memoir of John Murray
Alexander Burnes to John Murray, 30 March 1835
On the Nile, March 30th, 1835.
It is only four weeks this very day since I took leave of
you in Albemarle Street, and here I am within a couple of hours’ sail of
Grand Cairo, and in sight of those stupendous monuments of folly, the Pyramids
of Egypt, which, as my favourite author Gibbon has it, “still stand erect and unshaken above
the floods of the Nile, after an hundred generations and the leaves of
autumn have dropped into the grave.” I cannot believe myself so
far distant from the saloons of London, but the moment I reached Alexandria the
line of demarcation was too apparent, the transition from civilization to
barbarism was instantaneous, and we received before quitting the steamer the
astounding intelligence that 15,000 human beings had died of plague within the
last three months, and that 129 had perished on the preceding day in the
isolated town of Alexandria. My fellow-passengers and myself tumbled
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our boxes into a boat and set off for Cairo without
holding communication with a human being, and hitherto our journey has been
most prosperous. A couple of days more will transport us across the Isthmus,
and we shall in all probability reach India within fifty days of quitting the
Land’s End. What locomotion! before I have done with it I shall begin to
doubt my existence; as it is, I do take these towering masses, which they all
tell me are the Pyramids, for those beautiful lithographs which I was looking
at with Mrs. Murray on your table a
month since, but then I have since spanned a goodly portion of the world, and,
as you expressed some interest in my wanderings, I have resolved to fill this
sheet by telling you what you and your friends may expect who are resolved on
profiting by this new steam communication with India and what you may do in
three months. . . .
Having thus landed in Egypt in twenty-two days, a month, or
rather six weeks, may be spent in visiting Cairo, Jerusalem, Damascus, and by
availing myself of the packet after the next it would be quite possible to be
in London in three months!! One author—I forget his name—gives his
book the name of ‘Dates and
Distances, showing what may be done,’ &c. in a certain
time. He does not outdo this, which ought to tempt some of the thousand and one
tourists who wish to write a “book for next season,” and sigh for
immortality as authors.
The Quarterly is lying before me, and, strange enough, I have
been reperusing the very article which treats of Mahommed Ali in that able essay regarding the encroachment of
Russia.* The Journal from which the quotations are made regarding the state and
government of Egypt prove the writer to have been an accurate and an acute
observer, but I do think that he has been too severe on the Pasha. To be sure
he is a wholesale merchant and a wholesale oppressor, but compare him with his
predecessors in this land of bondsmen, and then judge. From the very spot where
I first beheld the Pyramids, Mahommed Ali has begun to dig
an enormous aqueduct into which he is to turn the Nile after having bridged a
new channel! the bridge is to be so constructed that he may inundate any part
above the delta, and the river itself will be passed out
of its channel by an embankment
which is to be formed by boats filled with stones and sunk across it!! Is this
the work of a barbarian? Can a work so useful, though he may force the peasants
to perform it, be called anything but a national undertaking, and whence are
the supplies to be derived by Mahommed Ali but from his
“faithful Commons?” But I must be done: Cairo is in sight, the
boatmen are singing a song of delight, in the music not such, however, as
attended Cleopatra in her galley, nor enough to make me charmed into a
forgetfulness of all your many attentions to me. With the best regards to
Mrs. Murray and your family, and
particular remembrances to your son—Ever believe me,
Yours very sincerely,
P.S.—I go to the Pyramids to-morrow morning, and
start in the evening for the Red Sea: quick work,—but not too
quick—for 190 people died here (Cairo) yesterday of the plague.
A. B.
Sir Alexander Burnes (1805-1841)
Scottish officer and assistant to the British resident in Cutch in India.
Edward Gibbon (1737-1794)
Author of
The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire
(1776-1788).
Sir John McNeill (1795-1883)
Son of John McNeill of Colonsay; he was surgeon for the East India Company in Bombay
(1816-36), afterwards minister to the Shah of Persia (1836) and chairman of the supervisory
board of the Scottish Poor Act (1845-78).
Mohammed Ali Pasha (1769-1849)
The Pasha of Egypt from 1805; he defended the Turkish rule in Greece until his defeat of
his navy at the battle of Navarino.
Anne Murray [née Elliot] (1782-1854)
The daughter of the Scottish bookseller Charles Elliot; she married the second John
Murray in 1807.
John Murray II (1778-1843)
The second John Murray began the
Quarterly Review in 1809 and
published works by Scott, Byron, Austen, Crabbe, and other literary notables.
The Quarterly Review. (1809-1967). Published by John Murray, the
Quarterly was instigated by Walter
Scott as a Tory rival to the
Edinburgh Review. It was edited by
William Gifford to 1824, and by John Gibson Lockhart from 1826 to 1853.