The play was a tragedy, a passion
play; and the religious emotion was so intense and so contagious that,
although I could not understand a word, I found myself weeping with
the rest.
Among other things, during our stay at Bombay, we went to the races at
Byculla, a very pretty sight, though not in the least like an English
racecourse. The Eastern swells were on the ground and in carriages, and
the Europeans in the club stand. There was only one good jockey, and
whatever horse he rode won, even when the others were more likely. There
was an Arab horse which ought to have beaten everything, but the clumsy
black rider sat like a sack and ruined his chances. I saw that at once,
and won nine bets one after another.
We went to a great many festivities during our stay at Bombay. Among
other things we breakfasted with a Persian Mirza, who knew Richard when
he was at Bombay in 1848. After breakfast--quite a Persian feast--I
visited his harim, where we women smoked a narghileh and discussed
religious topics, and they tried to convert me to El Islam. I also
went to the wedding feast of the daughter of one of the most charming
Hindu gentlemen, whose name is so long that I do not quote it, a most
brilliant entertainment. I also went to some steeplechases and a garden
party at Parell (Government House). There was a large attendance, and
much dressing; it was something like a mild Chiswick party. I amused
myself with talking to the Bishop.
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