Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-06-19

For wasted days and dreams that were not
true, .-f ~ So sa4ggE
tell thee that the pansies s.freak'd with jet,"
Is still the hearts ease that the poets knew.
Take all the sweetness of gift unsought,
And for the pansies send me back thought.
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Life in Cairo.
[Cairo Letter in Worcester Spy]
Everything in short which illustrates
the oldest recorded life of the human
race, is to be seen here. The Khedive
intrusted to Marietta the exclusive right
of conducting the excavations, and well
has he done his work. In the garden of
the Museum is his tomb, sarcophagus
of polished granite, like those which he
exhumed from among the bones of ruined
cities beneath the shifting sands of the
desert and from the splendid tombs in
the mountains along the Nile banks.
This Museum is certainly one of the most
interesting places in Cairo, and the trav-
eler should not neglect to see it.
From BOulak our course is along the
Nile to the bridge called Kassel MI; on
our route are the granaries of the city,
where as much corn and wheat seem to
be stored as in the time of Joseph's great
corner in grain. The bridge is mod
ern ironStructure; on the abutments stand
two huge bronze lions; as we cross the
view up and down the river is most. in
teresting Along the banks are moored
hundreds of boats, with their long, curv-
ing yards standing out against the sky,
forming fringe along the banks like the
bending leaves of the feur de lis in our
little streams at home. Here and there
on the streams may be seen the large
trading dahabeahs, which have foated
down the stream from the Soudan, laden
with elephant tusks, honey, and products
from the interior of Africa.
We see also close to the banks many
graceful dahebeahs, with their tapering
yards and snowy sails; and at the peak of
one, that in which we were to make the
Nile voyage, proudly floats the stars and
stripes, more beautiful than all else in our
eyes. 5.I.r 1870
The Nile always presents busy scene,
but particularly so when the draw bridge
is open, and the crowds Of boats before
fair breeze go flying up the river Be-
yond the bridge is a fine road running out
to one of the Khedive's palaces, and be-
yond to the pyramids, which are visible
from almost any point in Cairo; we rest
for moment under the shade of the aca-
cha trees, to look back on the city sur
mounted by its minarets, and above all
the citadel, overlooking and guarding the
busy town. --.---------------
Again in the afternoon we take car
rage and drive out to the Shubra road,
where all that is fine and fashionable in
Cairene society is TO be seen taking the
air. Preceded by two steeds, who run
very swiftly and seemingly without IA
tigue, we join the line of carriages, and,
crossing the railroad, reach the suburbs
and drive up and down under the splen-
did trees, watching, with great interest
the gay scene around us. First of all, the
horses are almost invariably very pretty
and spirited, the carriages such as one
sees in any European city. The women
from the harems are all in coupes, and of
course closely yelled.
At last we stop with others at the side
of the road to await the arrival of the
Khedive, who is ON exhibition here every
afternoon. He comes preceded and fol-
lowed by guard of cavalry, without
which his valuable life would noe be safe.
AS might be expected, he looks the dull
man that he is, and the puppet of Euro
pean powers. Yet the foolish natives
pIOStIdtc tutiuSclftS us he passes InlS
inspiring spectacle being over, we hasten
to drive to the citadel in order to see the
sunset. As the magnificent golden haze
is spreading over the western sky we en-
ter the courtyard of the fortress, and walk
ing around the Mosque of Mahomet Ali,
we look off over the city beneath us, with
its confused mass of buildings and it's
crowded, narrow streets, from which the
hum of voices and the noise of vehicles
just reach our ears. The minarets of
the city are gilded by the fading night;
and as we look around the Nile seems
like band of silver winding northward
toward the green plains. AS the sun
sinks the pyramids appear almost irrides-
cent in the wonderful light; then the
darkness begins to steal in from the des-
ert, gradually taking possession of all be-
low us, and the pyramids seem to fade
again into the gloom of the past.
Through the dark and comparatively
quiet streets we return toward our hotel,
we stop at cafe; we take coffee and lis
ten to an excellent military band playing
airs from familiar operas. Around us on
every side are gayly dressed Europeans;
the walters speak French, and there is
nothing to remind us that we are in the
East. We merely think that the "wish-
ing carpet" of Prince Ahmed is reality
and that in an instant we have been trans
ported to the gay capital of the French