"The ancients well understood the utility of a communication between the Red Sea and the Mediterranean for their commercial affairs: but they did not think of digging a canal direct, and took the Nile as an intermediate.
"Unfortunately," he continued, "I cannot take you through the Suez Canal; but you will be able to see the long jetty of Port Said after to-morrow, when we shall be in the Mediterranean."
There was a tin ladle chained to the deck, with which every gentleman who thought it necessary to cleanse himself (many were superior to this weakness), fished the dirty water out of the canal
, and poured it into a tin basin, secured in like manner.
And this was the storied gondola of Venice!--the fairy boat in which the princely cavaliers of the olden time were wont to cleave the waters of the moonlit canals
and look the eloquence of love into the soft eyes of patrician beauties, while the gay gondolier in silken doublet touched his guitar and sang as only gondoliers can sing!
But this was only when he did not see her, when he lay awake at night or dreamed idly by the side of the canal
; when he saw her he felt suddenly quite different; he had no desire to take her in his arms, and he could not imagine himself kissing her.
We drove past the banks of the canal
, and I escaped immersion.
But the Suez Canal
was a very great and splendid undertaking.
Why do you stare at that cursed canal
, blindly dragging its load of filth from place to place until it pitches it into the sea--just as a crowded street pitches its load into the cemetery?
I allowed him to lead, and he went in the direction of the Fosses de la Bastille, as if he could see; walking till he reached a lonely spot down by the river, just where the bridge has since been built at the junction of the Canal
Saint-Martin and the Seine.
beneath the window looked like a black gulf; the opposite houses were barely visible as a row of shadows, dimly relieved against the starless and moonless sky.
It opened at one end into the garden, at the other upon the canal
, and was lighted now only by the small lamp that was always left for me to take up as I went to bed.
In the city of Ch`ang-an, with its triple rows of glittering walls with their tall towers uprising at intervals, its seven royal palaces all girdled with gardens, its wonderful Yen tower nine stories high, encased in marble, the drum towers and bell towers, the canals
and lakes with their floating theatres, dwelt Ming Huang and T`ai Chen.