The Pacha of Many Tales eBook

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The Pacha of Many Tales is here printed, with a few corrections, from the second edition in 3 vols.  A.K.  Newman & Co., 1844.

R.B.J

Chapter I

Every one acquainted with the manners and customs of the East must be aware, that there is no situation of eminence more unstable, or more dangerous to its possessor, than that of a pacha.  Nothing, perhaps, affords us more convincing proof of the risk which men will incur, to obtain a temporary authority over their fellow-creatures, than the avidity with which this office is accepted from the sultan; who, within the memory of the new occupant, has consigned scores of his predecessors to the bowstring.  It would almost appear, as if the despot but elevated a head from the crowd, that he might obtain a more fair and uninterrupted sweep for his scimitar, when he cut it off; only exceeded in his peculiar taste by the king of Dahomy, who is said to ornament the steps of his palace with heads, fresh severed, each returning sun, as we renew the decoration of our apartments from our gay parterres.  I make these observations, that I may not be accused of a disregard to chronology, in not precisely stating the year, or rather the months, during which flourished one of a race, who, like the flowers of the Cistus, one morning in all their splendour, on the next, are strewed lifeless on the ground to make room for their successors.  Speaking of such ephemeral creations, it will be quite sufficient to say, “There was a Pacha.”

Would you inquire by what means he was raised to the distinction?  It is an idle question.  In this world, preeminence over your fellow-creatures can only be obtained, by leaving others far behind in the career of virtue or of vice.  In compliance with the dispositions of those who rule, faithful service in the one path or the other will shower honour upon the subject, and by the breath of kings he becomes ennobled to look down upon his former equals.

And as the world spins round, the why is of little moment.  The honours are bequeathed, but not the good, or the evil deeds, or the talents by which they were obtained.  In the latter, we have but a life interest, for the entail is cut off by death.  Aristocracy in all its varieties is as necessary, for the well binding of society, as the divers grades between the general and the common soldier are essential in the field.  Never then inquire, why this or that man has been raised above his fellows; but, each night as you retire to bed, thank Heaven that you are not a King.

And if I may digress, there is one badge of honour in our country, which I never contemplate without serious reflection rising in my mind.  It is the bloody hand in the dexter chief of a baronet,—­now often worn, I grant, by those who, perhaps, during their whole lives have never raised their hands in anger.  But my thoughts have returned to days of yore—­the iron days of ironed men, when it was the symbol of faithful service in the field—­when it really was bestowed upon the “hand embrued in blood;” and I have meditated, whether that hand, displayed with exultation in this world, may not be held up trembling in the next—­in judgment against itself.

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