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A Thousand Miles Up the Nile

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A really fun travel book; that is, fun to read while travelling, even if one is not sailing up the Nile. I find it harder to complain about modern travel, for one thing. a b Historic England. "Grave of Amelia Edwards (1439170)". National Heritage List for England . Retrieved 24 September 2016. armé d'un dard avec lequel il transperce les ennemis d'Osiris, est appelé Horus le Justicier." — Dict. Arch. P. P IERRET, article The old man who drives them sits in the middle of the cog-wheel, and goes slowly round as if he was being roasted.

They loved the things of this life, and would fain have carried their pursuits and pleasures with them into the land beyond the grave. So they decorated the walls of their tombs with pictures of the way in which their lives were spent, and hoped perhaps that the mummy, dreaming away its long term of solitary waiting, might take comfort in those shadowy reminiscences. The kings, on the contrary, covered every foot of their last palaces with scenes from the life to come. The wanderings of the soul after its separation from the body, the terrors and dangers that beset it during its journey through Hades, the demons it must fight, the accusers to whom it must answer, the transformations it must undergo, afforded subjects for endless illustration. Of the fishing and fowling and feasting and junketing that we saw the other day in those terraces behind the Ramesseum, we discover no trace in the tombs of Bab-el-Molûk. In place of singing and lute-playing, we find here prayers and invocations; for the pleasant Nile-boat, and the water-parties, and the chase of the gazelle and the ibex, we now have the bark of Charon, and the basin of purgatorial fire, and the strife with the infernal deities. The contrast is sharp and strange. It is as if an Epicurean aristocracy had been ruled by a line of Puritan kings. The tombs of the subjects are Anacreontics. The tombs of their sovereigns are penitential psalms. No royal tomb has been found absolutely intact in the valley of Bab-el-Molûk. Even that of Seti the First had been secretly entered ages before ever Belzoni discovered it. He found in it statues of wood and porcelain, and the mummy of a bull; but nothing of value save the sarcophagus, which was empty. There can be no doubt that the priesthood were largely implicated in these contemporary sacrileges. Of thirty-nine persons accused by name in the papyrus just quoted, seven are priests, and eight are sacred scribes. The Writer pitched her tent in the doorway of the first propylon, and thence sketched the north-west corner of the courtyard, including the tower with the inscription and the point and thence riding northwards along the bank, with the Nile on the one hand, and the corn-lands on the other. In the course of such rides, one discovers the almost incredible fertility of the Thebaid. Every inch of arable ground is turned to account. All that grows, grows lustily. The barley ripples in one uninterrupted sweep from Medinet Habu to a point half-way between the Ramesseum and Gournah. Next come plantations of tobacco, cotton, hemp, linseed, maize and lentils, so closely set, so rich in promise, that the country looks as if it were laid out in allotment grounds for miles together. Where the rice crop has been gathered, clusters of temporary huts have sprung up in the clearings; for the fellahîn come out from their crowded villages in "the sweet o' the year," and live in the midst of the crops which now they guard, and which presently they will reap. The walls of these summer huts are mere wattled fences of Indian corn straw, with bundles of the same laid lightly across the top by way of roofing. This pastoral world is everywhere up and doing. Here are men plying the shâdûf by the river's brink; women spinning in the sun; children playing; dogs barking; larks soaring and singing overhead. Against the foot of the cliffs yonder, where the vegetation ends and the tombs begin, there flows a calm river edged with palms. A few months ago, we should have been deceived by that fairy water. We know now that it is the mirage. Edwards' short story "Was It an Illusion?" (1881), about a Schools Inspector who has an unsettling encounter on his visit to the north of England, features in Audible's 2017 Ghostly Tales anthology, narrated by Simon Callow.Early life [ edit ] Bust of Amelia Edwards, Petrie Museum, University College, London Titian's Birthplace, drawn by Amelia Edwards in her book Untrodden Peaks and Unfrequented Valleys. A depiction of a location in Caprile. [3] Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards was born in London, England on June 7, 1831. Her father Thomas was a retired army officer who became a banker after his service ended. Her mother was of Irish decent. Amelia was educated at home by her mother, and displayed talent in art and music. But she especially showed promise as a writer at a very young age. By the 1850s, Amelia began her career as a journalist and writer. 1 In 1855, her first novel My Brother’s Wife was published. Throughout the 1850s and 1860s, Amelia published several short stories and novels, many centered on travel. 2 Although Amelia Edwards had brief travels in her early journalism years, her most memorable, and documented journeys came after her parents’ death in 1860. After their passing, Amelia had little reason or desire to remain in London. She would take this opportunity to travel more herself, instead of just writing about it. From her experiences would come several great stories. Edwards further maintained important, close friendships with painter Marianne North (1830–1890), her travelling companion Lucy Renshaw (1833–1919) and her closest confidante during her later years, Kate Bradbury (later Griffith), who also became executrix of Edwards' will.

EES Volunteer Hazel Gray provides an insight into the fascinating early Egyptological publications recently donated to the EES Library.

Being on vacation gives one the time to read a book that has been on my shelves for some time, but had never seemed to have the time to finish. Edwards eventually returned home to England, but she was much changed. She self-educated herself in hieroglyphics (Adams 2010:34), becoming a well-respected expert in the language being sent samples from all over for verification. Edwards took great care in obtaining facts. She made serious efforts in her research and self-education which set her apart from the other writers whose approach was much less informed and more sensational (Adams 2010: 36, Lesko). She also created the Egypt Exploration Fund in 1882withReginald Stuart Poole and Sir Erasmus Wilson (Adams 2010:36, Wiki).Edwards and Poole were the honorary secretaries (Wiki).

To describe it, in the sense of building up a recognizable image by means of words, is impossible. The scale is too vast; the effect too tremendous; the sense of one's own dumbness, and littleness, and incapacity, too complete and crushing. It is a place that strikes you into silence; that empties you, as it were, not only of words but ideas." Left: A new cover, designed by Deena Mohamed, referencing Amelia's original watercolour, while also raising questions about whose perception of Egypt we are reading and what other narratives remain unheard.And so they moved on to explore Karnak, whose wonders completely eclipsed those of the neighbouring temple.“How often has it been written, and how often must it be repeated, that the Great Hall at Karnak is the noblest architectural work ever designed and executed by human hands?” It is a classic travelogue that provides a fascinating and enlightening look at the history and culture of ancient Egypt and the Sudan. some loftier. In some the descent is gradual; in others it is steep and sudden. Certain leading features are common to all. The great serpent, Lastly, there are the minor inconveniences of sun, sand, wind, and flies. The whole place radiates heat, and seems almost to radiate light. The glare from above and the glare from below are alike intolerable. Dazzled, blinded, unable to even look at his subject without the aid of smoke-coloured glasses, the sketcher whose tent is pitched upon the sand slope over against the great temple enjoys a foretaste of cremation.

A thousand miles up the Nile / by Amelia B. Edwards ; with upwards of seventy illustrations engraved on wood by G. Pearson, after finished drawings executed on the spot by the author. 1890 [Leather Bound] With the aims of advancing the Fund's work, Edwards largely abandoned her other literary work to concentrate solely on Egyptology. In this field she contributed to the ninth edition of the Encyclopædia Britannica, to the American supplement of that work, and to the Standard Dictionary. As part of her efforts Edwards embarked on an ambitious lecture tour of the United States in the period 1889–1890. The content of these lectures was later published under the title Pharaohs, Fellahs, and Explorer (1891). On 29 November 1873, Amelia Edwards and her companion, Lucy Renshaw, arrived in Cairo, driven south from Europe by prolonged wet weather.“Here, then, without definite plans, outfit, or any kind of Oriental experience, behold us arrived in Cairo…literally, and most prosaically, in search of fine weather.”De Abu Simbel tempel (later, na de bouw van de Aswan dam naar een plek hogerop verplaatst) lag nog vlak aan de Nijl, half door zand overstroomd. De tempel van Esneh lag tot aan de kapitelen onder het zand. of dark granite, overturned and but little injured; the second, shattered by early treasure-seekers.

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