CHAPTER XXIV.

1860-1864.

The Turkish authorities at Damascus, acting under the orders of Fuad

Pasha, marked their sense of Abdel Kader’s humane intervention in behalf

of the Christians, by sending him an order that his Algerines should

deliver up their arms. Abdel Kader resented the order as an insult, and

protested. “Never,” was his reply to this injunction, “will I submit to

such an order, until Fuad Pasha has formally declared that I and my men

have made a bad use of our weapons. In that case I will leave him to

vindicate his conduct as best he can, with the European powers who have

applauded my course of action.”

Being powerfully supported from an influential quarter, Abdel Kader

succeeded in averting the indignity which the Turks had deliberately and

maliciously meditated against him. The spirit which had dictated Fuad

Pasha, and the Turkish authorities in general, then became apparent. A

general disarmament of the inhabitants of Damascus had been commenced,

and about six hundred muskets had already been collected, when the

above-mentioned order was sent to Abdel Kader. When they failed to

obtain the arms of Abdel Kader and his suite, the Turks at once

discontinued the general disarmament. The measure had evidently only

been a pretext for the infliction of a humiliation on the defender of

the Christians.

The Christian powers covered Abdel Kader with the most distinguished

marks of their gratitude and admiration. Letters, presents, and orders

came from every side. France sent the Grand Cordon of the Legion of

Honour; Russia, the Grand Cross of the White Eagle; Prussia, the Grand

Cross of the Black Eagle; Greece, the Grand Cross of the Saviour;

Turkey, the Medjidié of the 1st class. England sent a double-barreled

gun, beautifully inlaid with gold; America, a brace of pistols similarly

inlaid. The Order of Freemasons in France sent him a magnificent star.

All these gifts and decorations were accompanied by letters of thanks.

But not only in the Christian world had the conduct of Abdel Kader, in

the midst of the hideous scenes enacted through the fell working of

Turkish fanaticism, created a deep sensation and elicited tributes of

praise and general rejoicing. In the Mohammedan world also, a profound

feeling of astonishment and abhorrence had been excited at the

vindictive daring, the blind fatuity, and the sanguinary anti-Christian

malevolence of a Mohammedan power which, while pretending to be amenable

to the higher instincts of European civilisation, could thus stimulate

to deeds of atrocity, gratuitously barbarous, and not even sanctioned or

countenanced by the most ferocious and exaggerated doctrines of the

Koran itself.

This feeling found its most eloquent exponent in the illustrious hero of

the Caucasus. Schamyl, from his place of exile in Russia, addressed the

following letter to Abdel Kader:—

“To him who has made himself celebrated amongst all classes, high and

low; who by his numerous and precious qualities stands distinguished

from the rest of men; who put out the fire of discord before it had time

to extend; who rooted up the tree of enmity, the fruit of which is, as

it were, a head of Satan. Praise be to God, that He has clothed His

servant with strength and faith! We would speak of the true and sincere

friend, Abdel Kader the just. Salutation to you! May the palm tree of

merit and honour be ever fruitful in your person!

“Be it known to you, when my ear was struck with that which is hateful

to the sense of hearing, and repulsive to human nature—I allude to the

events lately occurring in Damascus, between the Mussulmans and the

Christians, in which the former displayed a conduct unworthy of the

professors of Islamism, and which can only lead to every kind of

excess—a film spread over my soul, and my face, usually tranquil and

serene, became covered with the shade of sadness. I cried out to myself,

‘Evil is on the earth and on the sea, by reason of man’s wickedness and

perversity.’

“I was astonished at the blindness of the functionaries who have plunged

into such excesses, forgetful of the words of the Prophet, peace be upon

him:—‘_Whoever shall be unjust towards a tributary (a Christian), who

shall do him a wrong, who shall lay on him any charge beyond his means,

and finally, who shall deprive him of anything without his own consent,

it is I who will be his accuser in the day of judgment_.’ Oh, the

sublime words! But when I was informed that you had covered the

tributaries with the wings of kindness and compassion; that you had

opposed yourself to the men who do contrary to the will of the Most High

God, and that you had conquered the palm of victory in the amphitheatre

of glory—a success which you have richly merited—I praised you, as the

Most High God will praise you in that day, when fortune and children

will avail but little. Truly, you have realised the word of the great

Apostle whom the Most High God sent as a mark of pity for his creatures,

and you have opposed a barrier to those who rejected his great example.

May God preserve us from those who transgress His laws!

“Impatient to testify the admiration I feel for your conduct, I hasten

to address you this letter, as a drop out of the reservoir of my

sympathies.

“The unfortunate, who through the working of the decrees of the Great

Master, has fallen into the hands of the infidels.

“SCHAMYL, the Exile.”

To this sympathetic effusion Abdel Kader thus replied:—

“Praise be to God, the Master of worlds! May God be propitious to our

lord Mohammed and all his brother prophets and apostles.

“This comes from him who has great need of his all-abundant mercies,

Abdel Kader, son of Mehi-ed-deen, il Hassany, and is addressed to his

brother and friend in God, the glorious Schamyl. May God be favourable

to us and you, at home and abroad! May the peace and grace of God rest

ever upon you!

“We have received your honourable letter, and your charming words have

rejoiced our heart. That which you have heard about us, and which has

given you such satisfaction, respecting our defence of the tributaries

and the protection we gave them, both as regards their persons and their

goods, according to our zeal and our means—all that, as you well know,

is nothing but the fulfilment of the principles of our sacred law and of

the dictates of humanity. Indeed, our law is the confirmation of all the

best qualities, and embraces all virtues as a collar encircles the neck.

“Vice is condemned in all religions; and to allow oneself to be carried

away by it is like taking a poisonous aliment into the stomach.

Nevertheless, as the poet has said, ‘Man, in certain moments of trial,

has a bandage over his eyes, so that he calls that desirable which is

just the reverse.’ Truly it is a case to say, ‘To God we belong and to

Him we return.’ When we think how few men of real religion there are,

how small the number of defenders and champions of the truth—when one

sees ignorant persons imagining that the principle of Islamism is

hardness, severity, extravagance, and barbarity—it is time to repeat

these words, ‘Patience is lovely; in God let us trust.’

“We were informed, some time ago, that you had arrived near the Emperor

of Russia; and that this prince, treating you in a manner worthy of you,

had loaded you with civilities and covered you with honour. We were

told, moreover, that you had asked for permission to visit the holy

cities (Mecca and Medina); and we pray God that he may prosper your

demand and accomplish your wishes.

“Indeed, the Emperor of Russia is one of the most distinguished of

sovereigns. He is one of those who desire to see the record of their

exalted deeds preserved in books. We hope, therefore, that his

magnanimity will grant you your wishes without difficulty. It is thus

that the Sultan Napoleon III. has acted towards us. He has performed

things for us which could never have entered into the mind of man. After

all, it is in God alone that we must place our hope. He only has a right

to our homage.

“ABDEL KADER IBN MEHI-ED-DEEN IL HASSANY.”

The tranquil current of Abdel Kader’s life, momentarily ruffled, but

scarcely interrupted, by the terrific episode which had broken in on his

retirement, now resumed its wonted course. The simplicity, the

scrupulous regularity, the exact and unvarying conscientiousness which

guide and influence his actions, operate upon the thread of his

existence with all the harmony of fixed laws.

He rises two hours before daybreak, and is engaged in prayer and

religious meditation till sunrise, when he goes to the mosque. After

spending half an hour there in public devotions, he returns to his

house, snatches a hurried meal, and then studies in his library till

mid-day. The muezzin’s call now summons him again to the mosque, where

his class is already assembled, awaiting his arrival. He takes his seat,

opens the book fixed upon for discussion, and reads aloud, constantly

interrupted by demands for those explanations which unlock the varied

and accumulated stores of his troubled years of laborious study,

investigation, and research. The sitting lasts for three hours.

Afternoon prayer finished, Abdel Kader returns home and spends an hour

amongst his children—his eight sons—examining the progress they are

making in their studies. Then he dines. At sunset he is again in the

mosque, and instructs his class for one hour and a half. His professor’s

duties for the day are now over. A couple of hours are still on hand;

they are spent in his library. He then retires to rest.

Abdel Kader is punctual in his charities. Every Friday the street

leading to his house may be seen filled with the poor, who are gathered

together for their appointed distribution of bread. The poor who die (if

utterly without means), not merely in his own quarter, but throughout

Damascus, are buried at his expense. Every case of destitution has only

to be brought to his notice to be instantly relieved. He lays out

regularly more than £20 a month in charitable donations.

Abdel Kader had long cherished in his heart the hope and desire of being

able, sooner or later, to complete his round of religious duties by a

crowning act of devotion. In the eyes of the devout Mussulman, no

earthly rank or dignity is to be compared to that which carries with it

the glorious distinction of entitling its bearer to be called “the

Fellow of the Prophet.”

To obtain this signal privilege, it is necessary to dwell continuously

at Mecca or Medina for two years, or, at all events, to remain in the

holy cities until two successive pilgrimages (Hadj) have arrived at and

departed from those places. Abdel Kader now obtained the permission of

his friend and benefactor, the Emperor Napoleon III., to prosecute his

pious purpose. Being asked one day how he could bear to separate

himself, at his age, for so long a time from his family, he replied, “It

is true my family is dear to me, but God is dearer.”

He left Damascus in January, 1863; and, after staying a few weeks in

Cairo, embarked for Djedda, and in due time reached Mecca. There he was

received by the great body of Ulemas and Imams, who make that holy city

their constant place of residence, with the most marked respect and

consideration. The Shereef of Mecca ordered a couple of rooms, within

the precincts of the Haram, to be placed at his disposal. He was

overwhelmed by visitors. After ten days, he intimated that his period of

reception was over. He begged to be left in undisturbed privacy and

seclusion.

For the next twelve months he never quitted his hermit’s cell, except to

go to the great mosque. His whole time was given up to sacred studies,

meditation, and prayer. The fervour of his religious abstraction was

stimulated by the most rigorous self-denial. He only allowed himself

four hours’ sleep. He broke his fast but once in twenty-four hours, and

then only to eat bread and olives. The severity and long continuance of

this bodily and mental discipline told even on his iron frame. In the

spring of 1864 he indulged in a short relaxation by going to Taif, a

town delightfully situated in a mountainous region about fourteen hours

from Mecca, and surrounded with flowing streams and delicious gardens.

Returning thence to Djedda he took ship, and in five days reached the

port of Reis, six days’ distance by land from Medina. The whole of the

intervening districts between Mecca and Medina, spreading far into the

interior, and down to the sea-coasts, are infested by a race of Arabs

called the Arabs Hurb. These demi-savages are hideous to behold. They

wear little or no clothing. Their skins resemble burnt and crackling

parchment. Their thick, shaggy, black hair floats wildly over their

shoulders. They have few horses; but they themselves run like ostriches.

These Arab tribes are at perpetual war with the Turks. No caravan dares

to cross these dangerous tracts without being strongly guarded. This

duty devolves on Turkish troops, who run the gauntlet with hearts

failing them for fear. They are generally attacked, mostly defeated,

sometimes destroyed, the caravan reaching its destination naked and

penniless.

Amongst the Arabs Hurb the name of Abdel Kader had for years been a

household word. On hearing of his arrival at Reis, their Sheiks sent him

a deputation requesting permission for them to be allowed to come and

offer him their salutations. He replied, that as they were at open

enmity with the Turkish Government, and as some Turkish officials were

accompanying him on his proposed journey inward, he begged to be spared

the distinction they would have offered him. They acknowledged the

delicacy of the dilemma, and did not persist. For once, and solely for

the sake of Abdel Kader, they allowed the caravan from Reis to reach

Medina without the slightest molestation. The return caravan was

attacked and plundered, and the Turkish guard cut to pieces.

Abdel Kader remained at Medina for four months, resuming, near the

Prophet’s tomb, the course of life he had practised while at Mecca. The

guardian of the sanctuary repeatedly invited him to examine all the

precious treasures it contained—the votive offerings of diamonds and

pearls and precious stones, and gold and silver, sent by kings, princes,

potentates, and grandees, from all parts of the Mohammedan world. But

Abdel Kader refused even to look at the treasures. He regarded them as a

wasteful and useless prodigality, and a sinful misapplication of wealth,

which might have been far better employed in works of general charity.

When the time for his departure arrived, the Arabs Hurb again pressed on

him their services, and offered to escort him in perfect safety through

the overland route of fourteen days to Mecca. He would have availed

himself of their offer had not two Ulemas who were his travelling

companions dreaded the fatigues of the journey; and not wishing to

separate himself from his fellow-travellers, he was again obliged to

decline these flattering marks of personal devotion and attachment. He

returned to Reis, and reached Mecca by the way he had come, in time to

be present at the rites and solemnities of the Beiram, for the second

time. His object and his vow were thus accomplished. He now turned his

face homewards, and in June, 1864, arrived at Alexandria.

Abdel Kader had just succeeded in achieving, after much toil and self-

abnegation, the highest distinction to be attained in a religious

profession pre-eminently dogmatic and exclusive. By a singular contrast,

he now claimed to wear the badge of a society based and established on

the principle of universal brotherhood. The Masonic body in Alexandria

hastened to welcome the illustrious neophyte. The Lodge of the Pyramids

was especially convoked for the occasion in the evening of the 18th of

June. Abdel Kader was initiated into the mysteries; and to the privilege

of being the “Fellow of the Prophet,” added the more time-honoured

privilege of being “a free and accepted Mason.”

After staying a short time at Alexandria, in order to complete the

requisite documents and arrange the necessary details which were to

enable him to take possession of a large landed property, presented to

him by the Viceroy of Egypt, he left for Syria, and reached Damascus

towards the end of July, 1864. There, for the present, we leave this

“great and complete man,” pursuing that career which he considers to

have been marked out for him by destiny. Of this career he himself has

said, “It was pointed out to me by my birth, my education, and my

predilection. It is one which I ardently long to resume, and to which I

never cease praying to God to allow me to return, now at the close of my

laborious years.”

Though such, however, was the career which Abdel Kader had imagined for

himself, an over-ruling Providence had ordained it otherwise. His

career, as it stands before the public, is without a counterpart in the

annals of great and extraordinary men, for its sudden and unexpected

rise, for the strange variety of its phases, and the unlooked-for stages

of its development. Never was there a career more completely typical of

the riddle of human existence—never one which more completely

illustrated the truth of the wise man’s saying—“A man’s goings are of

the Lord; how can a man then understand his way?”

That career may now be recapitulated in a few brief sentences. A young

Mohammedan Arab had devoted himself to the seclusion and religious

exercises of the cloister. A crisis in his country’s fate called him

reluctantly from his retreat to the head of affairs. The seeds of his

latent genius burst forth at once into full-blown maturity. He shone

with unrivalled splendour as the preacher and leader of a Holy War

against the encroachments of a Christian power. He kept the armies of

this great power at bay for fifteen years, with forces immeasurably

inferior, and only made available by the fiery enthusiasm with which he

knew how to inspire them. Twice he compelled his enemy to grant him

advantageous terms of peace, and to salute him with titles of

sovereignty.

All the while, he was moulding and forming an internal administration,

which, rapidly superseding the wildest anarchy and confusion, presented

a pattern of order, regularity, and justice. He laid the foundation of a

Mohammedan empire. In his own person he offered to his subjects a model

of bravery, fortitude, activity, perseverance, piety, and zeal. He

yielded at length to overwhelming numbers. He surrendered to his

Christian foes, on the express condition that they should conduct him,

in the full enjoyment of complete and unrestricted freedom, to some

other Moslem soil.

His enemies treacherously conveyed him to their own land. Their

Government threw him into hopeless and apparently life-long captivity. A

prince whose genius, like his own, had sustained him with unfailing

trust and confidence through adverse fortunes, overthrew that Government

and arrived at supreme power. The magnanimity of that prince restored

him to liberty.

Then, by a wonderful turn in the wheel of fortune, this brilliant and

uncompromising champion of Islamism was seen to take a marked and

foremost place in the Christian world. He became a member of many of its

literary and scientific bodies, corresponded on terms of equality and

friendship with its most illustrious potentates; and finally, near the

close of his ostensible career, saw his breast covered with the martial

emblems of that very faith which, at its commencement, he had drawn his

sword to resist and to defy! Truly, such a career is without its

parallel in history.

Those who have perused the preceding pages will have found many grounds

for salutary reflection. In the example there laid before them they will

have been profitably reminded of the utter short-sightedness and

uncertainty of all human calculations. They will, at the same time, have

been instructed, edified, and encouraged, by the striking proof which it

affords that the only really strengthening and peace-giving motives of

human action are, a practical and persevering sense of duty, and a

humble, cheerful, submissive, and unswerving trust in God.

THE END.

* * * * *

VIRTUE AND CO., PRINTERS. CITY-ROAD, LONDON.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 1:

“Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,

Wherein he puts alms for oblivion.”

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.]

[Footnote 2: Mohammed.]

Transcriber's note:

pg 5 Changed: "at the the same time" to: "at the same time"

pg 47 Changed: "but, a a Mussulman, I looked" to: "as a Mussulman"

pg 50, pg 84, pg 160, pg 167 Changed: "Milond-ibn-Arasch" or

"Milond ibn Arasch" to: "Miloud"

pg 127 Changed: "‘with animation, ‘I hope yet to restore" to:

"‘with animation, I hope yet to restore"

pg 134 Changed: "the last were Abon Hamadi" to: "Abou"

pg 142 Changed: "Kader adjured them them to rally" to: "Kader adjured

them to rally"

pg 148 Changed: "plates of the national dish—the _conscoussia_" to:

"_couscoussia_"

pg 285 Changed: "abjured him to vindidate" to: "vindicate"

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