Notes of a Journey From Cornhill to Grand Cairo

Notes of a Journey From Cornhill to Grand Cairo

William Makepeace Thackeray

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After a voyage, during which the captain of the ship has displayed uncommon courage, seamanship, affability, or other good qualities, grateful passengers often present him with a token of their esteem, in the shape of teapots, tankards, trays, &c. of precious metal. Among authors, however, bullion is a much rarer commodity than paper, whereof I beg you to accept a little in the shape of this small volume. It contains a few notes of a voyage which your skill and kindness rendered doubly pleasant; and of which I don’t think there is any recollection more agreeable than that it was the occasion of making your friendship.

Notes of a Journey From Cornhill to Grand Cairo Dedication

TO

CAPTAIN SAMUEL LEWIS,

OF THE

PENINSULAR AND ORIENTAL STEAM NAVIGATION COMPANY'S SERVICE.

My Dear Lewis,

After a voyage, during which the captain of the ship has displayed uncommon courage, seamanship, affability, or other good qualities, grateful passengers often present him with a token of their esteem, in the shape of teapots, tankards, trays, &c. of precious metal. Among authors, however, bullion is a much rarer commodity than paper, whereof I beg you to accept a little in the shape of this small volume. It contains a few notes of a voyage which your skill and kindness rendered doubly pleasant; and of which I don't think there is any recollection more agreeable than that it was the occasion of making your friendship.

If the noble Company in whose service you command (and whose fleet alone makes them a third-rate maritime power in Europe) should appoint a few admirals in their navy, I hope to hear that your flag is hoisted on board one of the grandest of their steamers. But, I trust, even there you will not forget the "Iberia," and the delightful Mediterranean cruise we had in her in the Autumn of 1844.

Most faithfully yours,

My dear Lewis,

W. M. THACKERAY.

LONDON: December 24, 1845.

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“After a voyage, during which the captain of the ship has displayed uncommon courage, seamanship, affability, or other good qualities, grateful passengers often present him with a token of their esteem, in the shape of teapots, tankards, trays, &c. of precious metal. Among authors, however, bullion is a much rarer commodity than paper, whereof I beg you to accept a little in the shape of this small volume. It contains a few notes of a voyage which your skill and kindness rendered doubly pleasant; and of which I don’t think there is any recollection more agreeable than that it was the occasion of making your friendship.”
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Dedication

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Preface

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Chapter 1 Vigo

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Chapter 2 Lisbon - Cadiz

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Chapter 3 The "Lady Mary Wood"

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Chapter 4 Gibraltar

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Chapter 5 Athens

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Chapter 6 Smyrna - First Glimpses of the East

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Chapter 7 Constantinople

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Chapter 8 Rhodes

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Chapter 9 The White Squall

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Chapter 10 Telmessus - Beyrout

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Chapter 11 A Day and Night in Syria

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Chapter 12 From Jaffa to Jerusalem

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Chapter 13 Jerusalem

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Chapter 14 From Jaffa to Alexandria

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Chapter 15 To Cairo

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