WHEN sixty years ago Lord Brougham, EN ROUTE for Italy, was thrown from his travelling berline and his leg was broken, near the Italian hamlet of Cannes, the Riviera was as unknown to the polite world as the centre of China.The GRAND TOUR which every young aristocrat made with his tutor, on coming of age, only included crossing from France into Italy by the Alps.It was the occurrence of an unusually severe winter in Switzerland that turned Brougham aside into the longer and less travelled route VIA the Corniche, the marvellous Roman road at that time fallen into oblivion, and little used even by the local peasantry.
During the tedious weeks while his leg was mending, Lord Brougham amused himself by exploring the surrounding country in his carriage, and was quick to realize the advantages of the climate, and appreciate the marvellous beauty of that coast.Before the broken member was whole again, he had bought a tract of land and begun a villa.Small seed, to furnish such a harvest! To the traveller of to-day the Riviera offers an almost unbroken chain of beautiful residences from Marseilles to Genoa.
A Briton willingly follows where a lord leads, and Cannes became the centre of English fashion, a position it holds to-day in spite of many attractive rivals, and the defection of Victoria who comes now to Cimiez, back of Nice, being unwilling to visit Cannes since the sudden death there of the Duke of Albany.A statue of Lord Brougham, the "discoverer" of the littoral, has been erected in the sunny little square at Cannes, and the English have in many other ways, stamped the city for their own.
No other race carry their individuality with them as they do.They can live years in a country and assimilate none of its customs; on the contrary, imposing habits of their own.It is just this that makes them such wonderful colonizers, and explains why you will find little groups of English people drinking ale and playing golf in the shade of the Pyramids or near the frozen slopes of Foosiyama.The real inwardness of it is that they are a dull race, and, like dull people despise all that they do not understand.To differ from them is to be in the wrong.They cannot argue with you; they simply know, and that ends the matter.