Cities of the Dawn / Naples - Athens - Pompeii - Constantinople - Smyrna - Jaffa - Jerusalem - Alexandria - Cairo - Marseilles - Avignon - Lyons - Dijon

Transcribed from the 1897 T. Fisher Unwin edition by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org
NAPLES—ATHENS—POMPEII—CONSTANTINOPLE— SMYRNA—JAFFA—JERUSALEM—ALEXANDRIA— CAIRO—MARSEILLES—AVIGNON— LYONS—DIJON .
by J. EWING RITCHIE (‘christopher crayon’), author of ‘crying for the light,’ ‘east anglia,’ etc., etc.
‘Ye glittering towns with wealth and splendour crown’d; Ye fields where summer spreads profusion round; Ye lakes whose vessels catch the busy gale; Ye bending swains that dress the flowery vale; For me your tributary stores combine; Creation’s heir, the world—the world is mine.’
with thirty-one illustrations
london: T. FISHER UNWIN, paternoster square. NEW YORK: G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS. 1897.
To F. W. WARMINGTON, Esq., to whose practical philanthropy many of the young people of both sexes are indebted for happy holiday-times, this book is respectfully dedicated by THE AUTHOR
In this new publication, consisting chiefly of articles which appeared in the Christian World , the Echo , and the East Anglian Daily Times , the author makes no pretence to original information, or to have acted the part of an antiquarian explorer. He has simply gone over ground familiar to many, and to which all holiday-makers will turn in increasing numbers, partly for pleasure, and partly on account of the absorbing interest attaching to the route here briefly described. To such he offers his services as guide, philosopher and friend, trusting also that many who stay at home may be interested in the story here told.
With regard to the illustrations, the author acknowledges the kindness of Dr. Lunn and Messrs. Cassell in allowing him the use of them, and especially is grateful to Miss Pollard, the daughter of the author of that valuable work, ‘The Land of the Monuments,’ for permission to use her sketch ‘Dawn on the Great Sphinx,’ which he has utilized for his frontispiece.
Clacton-on-Sea.
A RUN ACROSS FRANCE.
To leave London one day and to arrive in Marseilles the next would have been deemed impossible—the dream of a madman—in the age in which I was born, when steamships and railways were unknown. Yet it is a fact, to the truth of which I can testify. Half a century has elapsed since the fair fields, leafy woodlands, and breezy chalk downs of Kent were invaded by a band of navvies, who, under the skilful direction of the late Sir William Cubitt, built up the main line of the South-Eastern Railway. The next thing was to connect France and Europe, which was done by means of steamers running between Calais and Dover, and thence by rail to all the chief Continental cities and health resorts.