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ours called innocently a “ sit-down chair” came 
rattling by, and transferred our associations to 
Cranford and Mr. Winkle. 
We found or fancied other Orientalisms. A 
visitor claps his hands at the head of the court- 
yard stairs, to summon an attendant. The solid 
chimneys, with windows in them, are precisely 
those described by Urquhart in his delightful 
“Pillars of Hercules;” so are the gardens, di- 
vided into clean separate cells by tall hedges of 
cane; so is the game of ball played by the boys 
in the street, under the self-same Moorish 
name of a@vrz ,; so is the mode of making butter, 
by tying up the cream in a goatskin and kick- 
ing it till the butter comes. Even the archi- 
tecture fused into one all our notions of Gothic 
and of Moorish, and gave great plausibility to 
Urquhart’s ingenious argument for the latter 
as the true original. And it is a singular fact 
that the Mohammedan phrase Orald, “ Would 
to Allah,” is still the most familiar ejaculation 
in the Portuguese language, and the habitual 
phrase by which religious aspiration is expressed 
in books. 
We were treated with great courtesy and 
hospitality by our Portuguese neighbors, and 
an evening party in Fayal is in some respects 
worth describing. As one enters, the anteroom 
is crowded with gentlemen, and the chief recep- 
