A remarkable man, possibly a man of genius, though some
may probably think him subject to strange delusions, died at Nice last week, and as far as we know, no English paper has yet made men- tion of his death. Every one knows how for near fifty years Mr. David Urquhart has carried on constant war in the region of opinion against the designs of Russia, and how devoted a following — including some very able men — be had gained for himself, not merely here, but in France, Italy, and the East. It is remarkable that his death should have occurred at a time when his great enemy was entering on her new career, and when Turkey was fighting against her single-handed,--a crisis which he always regarded as the signal of Turkish regeneration. It is, perhaps, still more remarkable that his death has occurred at a moment when his ideas appear to have transfused themselves into some powerful organs of English opinion, so that in listening to the Pall Mall Gazette and the Morning Post, we often seem to be hearing the very utterances of Mr. Urquhart. Whatever may be thought of his political Mies fires, he has at least conferred one great boon upon England, in the introduction amongst us of the Turkish bath, the one Turkish institution which it is certainly desirable to adopt.
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