I returned from Jerusalem by the Dead Sea, Nazareth, and Acre.

As we were riding along one night, to escape the heat, not far from
Nazareth, we met a troop of horsemen headed by an individual in Egyptian
dress, who announced himself as Ibrahim Aga, sent by Soliman Pasha to
meet me. Just as I was calling up the dragoman to translate what I had
to say to him, Ibrahim Aga said to me in a drawling voice, "Don't give
yourself that trouble, it isn't the least necessary. I am the Marquis de
Beaufort, captain on the staff." He was in fact one of the very many
French officers, who were detached to the Egyptian army then lying in
cantonments in Syria, after its victories over the Turks at Homs and
Konieh. I had seen and greatly admired these troops all over Syria and
at Acre. I was soon to see Soliman Pasha--in other words, Colonel
Selves, a Frenchman, who had organized them, and under the energetic and
iron-willed son of Mehemet Ali, Ibrahim Pasha, had led them to victory.
I beheld a little man, whom long residence in Egypt had quite
orientalized in appearance but who had preserved all the vivacity of his
Gallic wit. The Iphigenie returned to France by Malta, where I made the
acquaintance of Lord Brudenell, since celebrated under the name of Lord
Cardigan, for his famous Balaclava charge and of Major Rose, a charming
fellow, who later became the Sir Hugh Rose of the Crimean War, and after
that Field-Marshal Lord Strathnairn of the Indian Mutiny. At that moment
Major Rose commanded the 42nd Highlanders, the famous "Black Watch," a
splendid regiment, especially so then, when it consisted of nothing but
veterans of Herculean build. It furnished the Guard of Honour that
received me at the Palace of the Grand Masters when I went to pay my
respects to the governor, and the salute of that splendid body of men in
full-dress uniform and feathered bonnets, with their colours lowered to
the ground, their band playing God save the Queen, and their bagpipes