_To Mrs. Austin_.
ALEXANDRIA,
_May_ 12, 1863.

Dearest Mutter,

I have been here a fortnight, but the climate disagrees so much with me
that I am going back to Cairo at once by the advice of the doctor of the
Suez Canal. I cannot shake off my cough here. Mr. Thayer kindly lends
me his nice little bachelor house, and I take Omar back again for the
job. It is very hot here, but with a sea-breeze which strikes me like
ice; strong people enjoy it, but it gives even Janet cold in the head.
She is very well, I think, and seems very happy. She is _Times_
correspondent and does it very well.

I am terribly disappointed at not being as materially better as I had
hoped I should be while in Upper Egypt. I cannot express the longing I
have for home and my children, and how much I feel the sort of suspense
it all causes to you and to Alick, and my desire to be with you.

One must come to the East to understand absolute equality. As there is
no education and no reason why the donkey-boy who runs behind me may not
become a great man, and as all Muslims are _ipso facto_ equal; money and
rank are looked on as mere accidents, and my _savoir vivre_ was highly
thought of because I sat down with Fellaheen and treated everyone as they
treat each other. In Alexandria all that is changed. The European ideas
and customs have extinguished the Arab altogether, and those who remain
are not improved by the contact. Only the _Bedaween_ preserve their
haughty _nonchalance_. I found the Mograbee bazaar full of them when I
went to buy a white cloak, and was amused at the way in which one