The size of the amphitheatre was too vast, the noise of the reception

frightened the horses; some accident we saw had taken place, for a horse

rushed frantically down the pathway, nearly upsetting a fiery little

major, who had been showing off by blowing up some of the too ardent

spectators, and in a short time the runaway steed was followed by one of

the red-jacketed amazons, very much contused, and leaning for support on

the arms of two men: a horse, bleeding and lame, followed. There had

been a collision in the ring, and that portion of the sports was

dispensed with. Our Arabian hoop-players took their place, were well

received, and came off without an accident. It was now three o’clock,

and we only wished the founder of the feast would follow the example of

our gracious Queen in the great virtue of punctuality; and we were not

much disappointed. At a corner of the little wood, beyond the

horse-people’s tents, we perceived a stir among the spectators. Suddenly

emerging from a green alley in the wood, we saw a first-rate turn-out—an

open carriage and four, with two outriders, but no other attempt at

show. It came at a foot pace, and was followed by another, also with

four horses, but both as plain and unpretending as any gentleman’s could

be. Meanwhile the sports grew fast and furious among the equestrians in

our front. Five or six ponies now made their appearance bestrode by

monkeys, dressed like Abd-el-Kader, and fixed so closely and ingeniously

to the saddle that it was difficult to believe their horsemanship was

not voluntary, but painful and distressing to the last degree. The

ponies carried them at full gallop through the curtain and round the

ring. After them, like lightning, rushed an equal number of boys, also

on ponies, and dressed like French _spahis_; and great was the agitation

in the military circle, to see the counterfeit presentment of the

African war. There were shouts and loud clappings of hands, as they

watched the pursuers gradually overtake the vanquished Arabs, and lay

their mimic swords lightly on the captives’ shoulders; but this lasted a

long time, during which the royal cortège made its slow detour towards

the entrance of the guarded pathway; and far down, to our left, we heard

the shouting that told the gradual approach of the cavalcade. The

shouting was cold and faint; but perhaps soldiers in actual duty, with

muskets in hand, thought noisy demonstration a little out of place. The

spectators were not numerous enough—that is, condensed enough into one

crowd—to encourage each other to any violent hurraing; and therefore in

comparative silence, which however was respectful and good-humoured, the

carriages passed on through the double line of soldiers and of

spectators on the outside. Just opposite to us the carriages stopped,

and we had a full view of Louis Napoleon and the Empress Eugenie. His

appearance is so well known from bust and portrait, that we will not

allude to it farther. We will only say that on this occasion he had

shaken off the dull apathetic expression, or rather want of expression,

of which he is accused. He sat with his back to the horses, fronting his

wife, and his cousin the Princess Mathilde, and seemed very much pleased

and interested with all he saw. But the Empress—Has she red hair? Has

she absurdly large features, and a ridiculously long nose? Does she look

proud and haughty like a _parvenu_?—bronzed and audacious like a

successful adventuress? In short, is she like the descriptions we have

read of her from the pens of her enemies and rivals? No, she is not. She

is as sweet and gentle a lady as ever it was our fortune to look upon.

None of her portraits do her justice—a point greatly in her favour, for

we remember hearing Sir Henry Raeburn say, “No woman’s face is worth

anything if it can be put upon canvass,”—meaning that variety and

transitoriness of expression were the finest parts of female beauty.

Even in feature she is statuesque and regular; “but ’twasna her bonny

blue e’e was my ruin;” it was the soft, feminine graciousness of look

and motion; the retiring and yet self-possessed manner with which she

acknowledged the sincere and hearty reception of the spectators,—and to

us—

(“Land of my sires! what mortal hand

Shall e’er untie the filial band

That binds me to thy rugged strand?”)

she had an indefinable charm—powerless perhaps on the hearts of French,

or even English. She was the exact representative of “the yellow-haired

lassie” we read of in Burns’s songs: a refined Scottish expression about

her mouth, winning and humorous, completed the effect; and from

henceforth our glove is perpetually in the ring against all comers, as

_champion à l’outrance_ of the Empress Eugenie—always saving and

excepting our sovereign lady the Queen. But in the mean time the monkeys

and boys were in mad career round the ring; the royalties dismounted

from the carriages, and walked up a steep incline which conducted to the

top of the amphitheatre on its outward face; they were received by

generals and princes, and distinguished visitors of all nations—except

our own; for there was not a red coat or tartan trews to refresh the eye

in all that blaze of gold and jewels; and on stepping a little forward

to the inner edge, they came in view of the soldiers. But the monkeys

were too much for the Emperor. The spahis were in the very act of

cutting off the retreat of the Bornouses, and the recognitions of the

Sovereign were slight and momentary. However, like a sensible man, he

seemed pleased with the applauses they gave, bowed in a very manly

manner once or twice, and took his seat with no pride or state, and

seemed to enter into free and lively conversation with anybody that

chose.

So having commenced our inspection of foreign parts with such elevated

personages, we shall proceed in our future communications to a notice of

the Sciences and Arts, and any other subject which may appear worthy of

Maga’s regard.

THE NARCOTICS WE INDULGE IN.

PART II.

In a previous Number we treated of Tobacco and the Hop, the two

narcotics of the most general and acknowledged use among our British

population. But there are many others in extensive use in foreign

countries, which, though not of so much immediate interest to us in

their social relations, are yet of even higher interest in their

general, physiological, and psychological bearings. Among these are

opium, hemp, coca, the red-thorn apple, the betel-nut, the Siberian

fungus, and several others, which we now propose to consider in their

order.

* * * * *

III. THE POPPY AND OPIUM.—The use of the poppy, as a giver of sleep and

a soother of pain, has been familiar from the earliest periods. This is

partly shown by the names—_poppy_ in English and _papaver_ in Latin—said

to have been given to the plant because it was commonly mixed with the

food of young children (pap or papa) to ease pain and secure sleep. In

this country the chief use of the poppy is as a medicine. The Tartars of

the Caucasus, who, though they profess Mahomedanism, yet drink wine

publicly, make it very heady and inebriating, by hanging the unripe

heads of poppies in the casks while the fermentation is going on; and in

the coffeehouses of the cities of Persia a decoction of poppies is sold,

called _kokemaar_, which is drunk scalding hot. Before it begins to

operate, the drinkers quarrel with and abuse each other, but without

coming to blows; and afterwards, as the drug takes effect, make peace

again. One utters high-flown compliments, another tells stories; but all

are extremely ridiculous both in their words and actions.—TAVERNIER.

But it is the concrete juice of the

_The Elements of Materia Medica and Therapeutics._ By JONATHAN

PEREIRA, M.D., F.R.S., &c. Third Edition. London, 1850.

_Confessions of an English Opium-Eater._

_Travels in Peru during the years 1838–1842._ By Dr J. L. VON TSCHUDI.

Translated from the German by THOMASINA ROSS. London, 1847.

poppy-head that is generally and extensively employed as a narcotic

indulgence. The dried juice is called by the Persians _afioun_, and by

the Arabs _aphioum_, and hence our name opium.

Numerous as are the substances included in the enlarged list of drugs

and medicines of the present day, opium is still the most important of

them all. It is obtained by making incisions into the capsules or

seed-vessels of the common white poppy (_Papaver somniferum_), when they

are nearly ripe, allowing the milky juice which exudes to thicken upon

the capsules for twenty-four hours, and then scraping it off. The best

opium of commerce is a soft unctuous mass of a reddish or blackish brown

colour, a waxy lustre, a strong disagreeable odour, and a bitter, acrid,

nauseous taste, which remains long in the mouth. It is collected chiefly

in Asiatic Turkey, in Persia, and in India. That which is most esteemed

in the European markets comes from Smyrna. The most extensively used in

Eastern countries is that which is grown in India. The maximum produce

of good opium in our Indian possessions is stated to be 41 lb. per acre,

and the average from 20 to 25 lb.—MEYEN.

When used as a narcotic indulgence, opium is swallowed either in bulk in

the form of pills, or in tinctures—such as our common laudanum—or it is

smoked in minute pipes after the manner of tobacco. The first practice

prevails most, we believe, in Mahomedan countries, especially Turkey and

Persia; the second among Christian nations; and the third in China, and

the islands of the Indian Archipelago. In preparing it for smoking, the

Chinese extract from the Indian opium all that water will

dissolve—generally from one-half to three-fourths of its weight—dry the

dissolved extract, and make it into pills of the size of a pea. One of

these pills they put into a short tiny pipe, often made of silver,

inhale a few puffs at a time, or one single long puff, and return the

smoke through the nostrils and ears, till the necessary dose has been

taken.

In Borneo and Sumatra finely-chopped tobacco is mixed with the moist

extract till it absorbs the whole, and the mixture is made into pills

about the size of a pea. At convivial parties a dish of these peas is

brought in along with a lamp, when the host takes a pipe, puts in one of

the pellets, takes two or three long whiffs, returning the smoke through

his nostrils, and, if he be an adept, through his eyes and ears. He then

passes the pipe round the company, each of whom does the same with the

same pipe; and so they continue smoking till all are intoxicated.

Used in any of these three ways, its sensible effects are nearly the

same, varying of course with the quantity taken, with the constitution

of the taker, and with the frequency of its previous use. The essential

and primary action of the drug is upon the nervous system.

When it is taken in a moderate dose, the results of this action are,

that

“The mind is usually exhilarated, the ideas flow more quickly, a

pleasurable or comfortable condition of the whole system is

experienced, which it is difficult to describe. There is a capability

of greater exertion than usual, and hence it is taken as a restorative

by such persons as the Tartar couriers, who travel for many days and

nights continuously, and with great speed. These exciting effects are

succeeded by a corresponding depression. The muscular power is

lessened, and the susceptibility to external impressions. A desire for

repose ensues, and a tendency to sleep. The mouth and throat become

dry meanwhile, the thirst is increased, hunger diminished, and

constipation succeeds.”

When large doses are taken, all these effects are heightened in

proportion. The period of depression, which almost always succeeds the

excitement at first produced by opium, comes on more quickly the larger

the dose; the prostration of energy degenerates into stupor, with or

without dreams; the pulse becomes feeble, the muscles exceedingly

relaxed, and if enough has been taken, death ensues.

In small doses, opium acts in a similar way to our wines and spirituous

liquors; and it is as a substitute for these that the Chinese use it.

Like them, also, its effects diminish by use, and therefore those who

take it for the purpose of producing a pleasurable excitement must

gradually increase the dose. The Turkish opium-eaters generally begin

with doses of from half a grain to two grains a-day, and gradually

increase the quantity till it amounts to 120 grains, or sometimes more.

The effect shows itself in one or two hours after it has been taken, and

lasts for five or six. In those accustomed to take it, it produces a

high degree of animation, which the Theriakis (opium-eaters) represent

as the summit of happiness.

Dr Madden thus describes his own sensations when under the influence of

the drug, in one of the coffeehouses at Constantinople:—

“I commenced with one grain. In the course of an hour and a half it

produced no perceptible effect. The coffeehouse-keeper was very

anxious to give me an additional pill of two grains, but I was

contented with half a one; and in another half hour, feeling nothing

of the expected reverie, I took half a grain more, making in all two

grains in the course of two hours. After two hours and a half from the

first dose, my spirits became sensibly excited; the pleasure of the

sensation seemed to depend on a universal expansion of mind and

matter. My faculties appeared enlarged; everything I looked at seemed

increased in volume; I had no longer the same pleasure when I closed

my eyes which I had when they were open; it appeared to me as if it

was only external objects which were acted on by the imagination, and

magnified into images of pleasure: in short, it was ‘the faint

exquisite music of a dream’ in a waking moment. I made my way home as

fast as possible, dreading at every step that I should commit some

extravagance. In walking, I was hardly sensible of my feet touching

the ground; it seemed as if I slid along the street, impelled by some

invisible agent, and that my blood was composed of some etherial

fluid, which rendered my body lighter than air. I got to bed the

moment I reached home. The most extraordinary visions of delight

filled my brain all night. In the morning I rose pale and dispirited;

my head ached; my body was so debilitated that I was obliged to remain

on the sofa all day, dearly paying for my first essay at

opium-eating.”[38]

The effects of opium upon the system of the healthy are generally

esteemed to be eminently prejudicial. Not only is an indulgence in the

use of opium held to be criminal in itself, because of the evil

consequences which are supposed to follow it, but it is esteemed a

criminal act to make the procuring of it easy, and thus indirectly to

minister to its more extensive consumption.

The opinion is now, however, beginning to prevail among medical men,

that opium taken in moderation, even for a serious of years, is not

necessarily injurious to health. Like spirituous liquors and tobacco, it

acts as a sure poison when taken immoderately, but the moderate

enjoyment of any of the three has not been proved to be either generally

or necessarily, and upon all constitutions, attended by ill effects. It

may be that the temptation to excess in the case of opium is greater,

and that the habitual users of it are less frequently able to resist its

seductive influence. But even this, as a physiological question, has by

no means been satisfactorily established, and we must be cautious in

pushing our conclusions farther than known facts will carry us.

Upon _confirmed_ opium-eaters, however, as the irreclaimable are called,

the evil effects of the drug are both undoubted and extremely

melancholy.

“A total attenuation of body, a withered yellow countenance, a lame

gait, a bending of the spine, frequently to such a degree as to assume

a circular form, and glassy deep-sunken eyes, betray the opium-eater

at the first glance. The digestive organs are in the highest degree

disturbed; the sufferer eats scarcely anything, and has hardly one

evacuation in a week. His mental and bodily powers are destroyed—he is

impotent.

“When the baneful habit has become confirmed, it is almost impossible

to break it off. His torments when deprived of the stimulant are as

dreadful as his bliss is complete when he has taken it. Night brings

the torments of hell, day the bliss of paradise; and after long

indulgence, he becomes subject to nervous pains, to which opium itself

brings no relief. He seldom attains the age of forty, if he have begun

the practice early.”—OPPENHEIM.

“The coffeehouses,” says Dr Madden, “where the Theriakis, or

opium-eaters, assemble, are situate in a large square; and on a bench

outside the door they await the wished-for reveries, which present to

their glowing imagination the forms of the celestial _houris_, and the

enjoyments of their own paradise in all its voluptuousness. I had

heard so many contradictory reports of the sensations produced by this

drug, that I resolved to know the truth, and accordingly took my seat

in the coffeehouse with half a dozen Theriakis. Their gestures were

frightful; those who were completely under the influence of the opium

talked incoherently, their features were flushed, their eyes had an

unnatural brilliancy, and the general expression of their countenances

was horribly wild. The effect is usually produced in two hours, and

lasts four or five; the dose varies from three grains to a drachm. I

saw one old man take four pills, of six grains each, in the course of

two hours: I was told he had been using opium for five-and-twenty

years; but this is a very rare example of an opium-eater passing

thirty years of age, if he commence the practice early. The debility,

both moral and physical, attendant on its excitement is terrible; the

appetite is soon destroyed, every fibre in the body trembles, the

nerves of the neck become affected, and the muscles get rigid: several

of these I have seen in this place at various times, who had wry necks

and contracted fingers; but still they cannot abandon the custom; they

are miserable till the hour arrives for taking their daily dose; and

when its delightful influence begins, they are all fire and animation.

Some of them compose excellent verses, and others address the

bystanders in the most eloquent discourses, imagining themselves to be

emperors, and to have all the harems in the world at command.”—MADDEN,

i. p. 23.

Similar effects are described as resulting from the _smoking_ of opium

to excess in China; and the drinking of laudanum in large quantities in

England is equally pernicious in its consequences.

The use of this drug, as a narcotic indulgence, appears to be on the

increase among the European populations generally. Among the less

provident, especially of the working classes in our own large

manufacturing towns, the use of laudanum as a care-dispelling,

happiness-giving potion—often as a dispeller of hunger—is said to be

greatly extending. If so, we should expect that among us, as among the

Turks and Chinese, opium will find many who are unable to resist its

seductive allurements, and whom it will drag into the extreme of mental

and bodily misery.

Of its powers of seduction, indeed, even over the less delicate and

susceptible organisation of our northern European races, and of the

absolute slavery to which it can reduce even the strongest minds among

us, we have two remarkable examples in the celebrated Coleridge, and in

the author of the _English Opium-Eater_. For many years Coleridge was a

slave to opium, and the way in which he became addicted to it is thus

described by himself, in a letter dated April 1814:—

“I was seduced into the accursed habit ignorantly. I had been almost

bedridden for many months with swellings in my knees. In a medical

journal I unhappily met with an account of a cure performed in a

similar case (or what appeared to me so), by rubbing in laudanum, at

the same time taking a given dose internally. It acted like a

charm—like a miracle. I recovered the use of my limbs, of my appetite,

of my spirits, and this continued for near a fortnight. At length the

unusual stimulus subsided, the complaint returned, the supposed remedy

was recurred to—but I cannot go through the dreary history. Sufficient

to say, that effects were produced which acted on me by terror and

cowardice of pain and sudden death, not (so help me God) by any

temptation of pleasure, or expectation or desire of exciting

pleasurable sensations. On the contrary, the longer I abstained, the

higher my spirits were, the keener my enjoyments—till the moment, the

direful moment arrived, when my pulse began to fluctuate, my heart to

palpitate, and such a dreadful falling abroad, as it were, of my whole

frame, such intolerable restlessness and incipient bewilderment, that

in the last of my several attempts to abandon the dire poison, I

exclaimed in agony which I now repeat in seriousness and solemnity, ‘I

am too poor to hazard this.’”[39]

He subsequently put himself into the hands of a medical man when at a

friend’s house in Bristol; and while he pretended to be gradually

lessening the dose under medical instructions, and while his friends

thought he was absolutely cured by being brought down to twenty drops

a-day, he was all the while obtaining laudanum secretly, and drinking it

in large doses as before!

How his moral sense must have been overborne, and by how powerful a

fascination, before he could have stooped to such degrading deception!

And how fierce his self-upbraidings must have been, when he could add in

the same letter from which the above extract is taken: “There is no

hope. O God, how willingly would I place myself under Dr Fox in his

establishment; for my case is a species of madness, only that it is a

derangement, an utter _impotence of the volition_, and not of the

intellectual faculties. You bid me rouse myself. Go bid a man, paralytic

in both arms, to rub them briskly together, and that will cure him.

‘Alas!’ he would reply, ‘that I cannot move my arms is my complaint and

my misery.’”

And his misery he still further paints in a letter, dated June of the

same year: “Conceive a poor miserable wretch, who for many years has

been attempting to beat off pain, by a constant recurrence to a vice

that reproduces it. Conceive a spirit in hell employed in tracing out

for others the road to that heaven from which his crimes exclude him! In

short, conceive whatever is most wretched, helpless, and hopeless, and

you will form as tolerable a notion of my state as it is possible for a

good man to have.”[40]

And yet Coleridge lived twenty years after this letter was written,

conquered the evil habit, and enjoyed, it is to be hoped, much

happiness, as he wrote many noble works.

Coleridge speaks of his attempts to give up the indulgence. The

following graphic passage describes the horrors undergone by Mr de

Quincey, in his efforts to abandon the practice:—

“Opium, therefore, I resolved wholly to abjure, as soon as I should

find myself at liberty to bend my undivided attention and energy to

this purpose. It was not, however, till the 24th of June last (1822)

that any tolerable concurrence of facilities for such an attempt

arrived. On that day I began my experiment, having previously settled

in my own mind that I would not flinch, but ‘would stand up to the

scratch’ under any possible ‘punishment.’ I must premise that about

170 or 180 drops had been my ordinary allowance for many months;

occasionally I had run up as high as 300, and once nearly to 700: in

repeated preludes to my final experiment I had also gone as low as 100

drops, but had found it impossible to stand it beyond the fourth day,

which, by the way, I have always found more difficult to get over than

any of the preceding three. I went off under easy sail—130 drops a-day

for three days; on the fourth I plunged at once to 80. The misery

which I now suffered ‘took the conceit out of me’ at once; and for

about a month I continued off and on about this mark: then I sunk to

60; and the next day to—none at all. This was the first day for nearly

ten years that I had existed without opium. I persevered in my

abstinence for ninety hours—_i. e._, upwards of half a week. Then I

took—ask me not how much. Say, ye severest, what would you have done?

Then I abstained again; then took about twenty-five drops; then

abstained—and so on.

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