To Sir Alexander Duff Gordon.  ALEXANDRIA, October 19, 1863.

We had a wretched voyage, good weather, but such a petaudiere of a ship.  I am competent to describe the horrors of the middle passage—­hunger, suffocation, dirt, and such canaille, high and low, on board.  The only gentleman was a poor Moor going to Mecca (who stowed his wife and family in a spare boiler on deck).  I saw him washing his children in the morning! ‘Que c’est degoutant!’ was the cry of the French spectators.  If an Arab washes he is a sale cochon—­no wonder!  A delicious man who sat near me on deck, when the sun came round to our side, growled between his clenched teeth:  ’Voila un tas d’intrigants a l’ombre tandis que le soleil me grille, moi,’ a good resume of French politics, methinks.  Well, on arriving at noon of Friday, I was consoled for all by seeing Janet in a boat looking as fresh and bright and merry as ever she could look.  The heat has evidently not hurt her at all.  Omar’s joy was intense.  He has had an offer of a place as messenger with the mails to Suez and back, 60 pounds a year; and also his brother wanted him for Lady Herbert of Lea, who has engaged Hajjee Ali, and Ali promised high pay, but Omar said that he could not leave me.  ’I think my God give her to me to take care of her, how then I leave her if she not well and not very rich?  I can’t speak to my God if I do bad things like that.’  I am going to his house to-day to see the baby and Hajjee Hannah, who is just come down from Cairo.  Omar is gone to try to get a dahabieh to go up the river, as I hear that the half-railway, half-steamer journey is dreadfully inconvenient and fatiguing, and the sight of the overflowing Nile is said to be magnificent, it is all over the land and eight miles of the railway gone.  Omar kisses your hand and is charmed with the knife, but far more that my family should know his name and be satisfied with my servant.

I cannot live in Thayer’s house because the march of civilization has led a party of French and Wallachian women into the ground-floor thereof to instruct the ignorant Arabs in drinking, card-playing, and other vices.  So I will consult Hajjee Hannah to-day; she may know of an empty house and would make divan cushions for me.  Zeyneb is much grown and very active and intelligent, but a little louder and bolder than she was owing to the maids here wanting to christianize her, and taking her out unveiled, and letting her be among the men.  However, she is as affectionate as ever, and delighted at the prospect of going with me.  I have replaced the veil, and Sally has checked her tongue and scolded her sister Ellen for want of decorum, to the amazement of the latter.  Janet has a darling Nubian boy.  Oh dear! what an elegant person Omar seemed after the French ‘gentleman,’ and how noble was old Hamees’s (Janet’s doorkeeper) paternal but reverential blessing!  It is a real comfort to live in a nation of truly well-bred people and to encounter kindness after the savage incivility of France.