of his book which relates to Spain, although by no means complimentary to that country, has been translated and published separately there.  T. remarked that to this circumstance, no doubt, we may ascribe some part of the modern regeneration of Spain, the leading statesmen being persuaded to a more liberal policy; but this view Buckle disclaimed with an eagerness seeming to be something more than the offspring of modesty.

After dinner we returned to Mrs. R.’s apartments, where we had tea.  Buckle and Hekekyan now got into an animated discussion upon the ancient Egyptian civilization, which scarcely gave the rest of us a chance to put in a single word.  It was, however, exceedingly interesting to sit and listen.  Indeed, although there was nothing awful about Buckle, one felt a little abashed to intrude his own remarks in such a presence.  You will be amused to hear that Mrs. R., who had seen me but once before, told T. that she did not think I seemed to have much to say for myself.  Pray tell this in circles where they accuse me of monopolizing the conversation.  We stayed until nearly midnight, and then, taking our leave, Buckle accompanied T. and myself as far as the door of our hotel.  Buckle received most kindly all suggestions made to him of books to be read upon American affairs, and people to be seen in the United States.

February 7th.  To-day we made a party to drive to see the Howling Dervishes, who howl on Fridays.  Friday is sometimes called “the Mahometan Sunday,” which is a correct phrase, if the especial celebration of religious services is meant; but it is not at all a day of rest:  we found the people continuing their various avocations as usual.  At the mosque we met Mr. Buckle, a little careless in his dress,—­in this respect affording a not disagreeable contrast to the studied jauntiness which Englishmen are apt to affect in their travelling-gear.  Nobody is allowed to press the floor of the mosque with shoes upon the feet.  T. and I, warned by our former experience, had brought pieces of cotton cloth to tie over our shoes; and some cloth slippers of a bright orange color, such as the Arabs are fond of using, had been provided, which Miss P. slipped directly over her walking-boots.  Buckle, with careless indifference, pulled off his shoes and walked in in his stockinged feet.  His figure is tall and slender, although he is a large man; he stoops a little in standing; his head, well-shaped, is partly bald; and although his features are not striking in themselves, they are rendered so by his animated expression.  The photograph which I have seen is a wretched caricature.