How I Found Livingstone Travels, Notes on a Journey from Cornhill to Grand Cairo by William Makepeace Thackeray







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Now yesterday at Lisbon we saw H.M.S. Caledonia.  THIS, on the
contrary, inspired us with feelings of respect - Page 15
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Now Yesterday At Lisbon We Saw H.M.S. "Caledonia." THIS, On The Contrary, Inspired Us With Feelings Of Respect And Awful Pleasure. There She Lay - The Huge Sea-Castle - Bearing The Unconquerable Flag Of Our Country.

She had but to open her jaws, as it were, and she might bring a second earthquake on the

City - batter it into kingdom-come - with the Ajuda palace and the Necessidades, the churches, and the lean, dry, empty streets, and Don John, tremendous on horseback, in the midst of Black Horse Square. Wherever we looked we could see that enormous "Caledonia," with her flashing three lines of guns. We looked at the little boats which ever and anon came out of this monster, with humble wonder. There was the lieutenant who boarded us at midnight before we dropped anchor in the river: ten white-jacketed men pulling as one, swept along with the barge, gig, boat, curricle, or coach-and-six, with which he came up to us. We examined him - his red whiskers - his collars turned down - his duck trousers, his bullion epaulets - with awe. With the same reverential feeling we examined the seamen - the young gentleman in the bows of the boat - the handsome young officers of marines we met sauntering in the town next day - the Scotch surgeon who boarded us as we weighed anchor - every man, down to the broken-nosed mariner who was drunk in a wine-house, and had "Caledonia" written on his hat. Whereas at the Frenchmen we looked with undisguised contempt. We were ready to burst with laughter as we passed the Prince's vessel - there was a little French boy in a French boat alongside cleaning it, and twirling about a little French mop - we thought it the most comical, contemptible French boy, mop, boat, steamer, prince - Psha! it is of this wretched vapouring stuff that false patriotism is made. I write this as a sort of homily 'a propos of the day, and Cape Trafalgar, off which we lie. What business have I to strut the deck, and clap my wings, and cry "Cock-a-doodle-doo" over it? Some compatriots are at that work even now.

We have lost one by one all our jovial company. There were the five Oporto wine-merchants - all hearty English gentlemen - gone to their wine-butts, and their red-legged partridges, and their duels at Oporto. It appears that these gallant Britons fight every morning among themselves, and give the benighted people among whom they live an opportunity to admire the spirit national. There is the brave honest major, with his wooden leg - the kindest and simplest of Irishmen: he has embraced his children, and reviewed his little invalid garrison of fifteen men, in the fort which he commands at Belem, by this time, and, I have no doubt, played to every soul of them the twelve tunes of his musical-box. It was pleasant to see him with that musical-box - how pleased he wound it up after dinner - how happily he listened to the little clinking tunes as they galloped, ding-dong, after each other!

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