dinner-tables; or stuck up in ballrooms, or cruelly planted in
pews--ay, think of these, and so remembering how many poor devils
are living in a state of utter respectability, you will glory the
more in your own delightful escape.

I am bound to confess, however, that with all its charms a mud
floor (like a mercenary match) does certainly promote early rising.
Long before daybreak we were up, and had breakfasted; after this
there was nearly a whole tedious hour to endure whilst the horses
were laden by torch-light; but this had an end, and at last we went
on once more. Cloaked, and sombre, at first we made our sullen way
through the darkness, with scarcely one barter of words, but soon
the genial morn burst down from heaven, and stirred the blood so
gladly through our veins, that the very Suridgees, with all their
troubles, could now look up for an instant, and almost seem to
believe in the temporary goodness of God.

The actual movement from one place to another, in Europeanised
countries, is a process so temporary--it occupies, I mean, so small
a proportion of the traveller's entire time--that his mind remains
unsettled, so long as the wheels are going; he may be alive enough
to external objects of interest, and to the crowding ideas which
are often invited by the excitement of a changing scene, but he is
still conscious of being in a provisional state, and his mind is
constantly recurring to the expected end of his journey; his
ordinary ways of thought have been interrupted, and before any new
mental habits can be formed he is quietly fixed in his hotel. It
will be otherwise with you when you journey in the East. Day after
day, perhaps week after week and month after month, your foot is in
the stirrup. To taste the cold breath of the earliest morn, and to