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sanity, while the very reverse is the case in
Turkey ; the middle and the educated classes
of society who can read their Koran, and com-
prehend the obligation of exterminating the


unbelievers, are the fanatics. It is only the
pious Hadgi, who is generally a man of sub-
stance, who can afford to make a pilgrimage,
which he commences at Medina, by suppli-
cating the Deity to ' destroy the enemies of
Islam, and make the torments of hell-fire
their lot.' As to the women, they are not en-
joined even the outward ceremonies of the law ;
and if they abhor a Christian, it is more for the
fashion of his garments, than the nature of his

" Now, our fanatics, for the most part, are
elderly ladies in a state of single blessedness,
and melancholy mechanics of atrabilious as-
pects. — I am sure, Mr. Lamb, I never set my
eyes on a male fanatic of wholesome looks, nor
on a female one of any personal attractions. In
all of them there is organic derangement of one
kind or another.

" If you see a consumptive tailor, a dyspep-
tic cobbler, or a sedentary sempstress, approach
you, look to your faith, you are in danger of a
fanatic. These people have no mercy on a man
who looks happier or healthier than themselves ;


it is their vocation to secure his soul, by unset-
tling his belief", whatever it may be, and, like
zealots, they accordingly pounce on their vic-
tims, mistaking the vapours of hypochondriasni
for the suggestions of the Spirit.

" If the reputed fanatic you encounter have a
rosy cheek and an expanded forehead, be doubly
on your guard, for you are then in peril of the
fangs of a hypocrite, from which Heaven pre-
serve all my tribe ! If the fanatic be sincere, he
must be sickly ; and being so, if you wish to
reclaim him, restore his health ; attempt not to
reason with him ; — send for a physician ; a peris-
taltic persuader will do more for him than all
your logic.

" And, before I conclude, you will suffer me
to remark, that the essential difference in the
fanaticism of Turks and Christians is in this
particular. The Turk belongs to a creed whose
doctrines admit neither of doubt nor disputa-
tion ; he is in no danger of wavering in his
faith, for he has no newfangled readings of
difficult passages to perplex him. Whenever
he is called to his last account, no matter what


have been his crimes, he is ultimately sure of
Heaven ; every son of Islam is born to salva-
tion, and the utmost jaunishment he can endure
is seven thousand years of torment.

'• These two material points — the certainty of
salvation, and the prohibition against disputa-
tion and discussion on theological topics — render
Mahometans so happy in their fanaticism, that
religious melancholy is unknown, and insanity
of very rare occurrence.

" But our fanatics order the matter much
vvorse : they are eternally disquieted by con-
flicting expositions ; they have qualms and
scruples on every subject ; and, at the very
moment their breasts are torn with doubts,
their greatest anxiety is to shake others in their

" It is one of the anomalies of their sect that,
while they profess to let all men search the
Scriptures, and to interpret them according to
their pleasure, they still abjure him as an atheist,
and an unbeliever, who differs from them even
in the letter. One would think Locke intended
to describe them in his characteristics of wrong


reasoners. ' Error and trutli are uncertainly
blended in their minds; their decisions are
lame and defective, and they are very often
mistaken in their judgments ; the reason where-
of is, they converse with but one set of men —
they read but one sort of books — they will not
come within the hearing of but one sort of no-
tions ; the truth is, they canton out to them-
selves a little Goshen in the intellectual world,
where light shines, and, as they conclude, day
blesses them ; but the rest of the vast expansion
they give up to night and darkness, and so
avoid coming near it.'

" I had a great deal more to say on the sub-
ject, but I see, Mr. Lamb, you are perfectly
convinced of the truth of my observations ;
therefore it would be useless to say more on the

Jeremiah lifted his two hands above his
head, and then turning up his eyes, iie ex-
claimed, in a solemn tone; "Oh! Adonai,
bare thy riglit-arm and smite the scoffer of thy

Tossing about his arms, and moaning


loudly, he fled from the presence of Mr.
Smyth, and flung himself precipitately into his

Next morning the pyramids of Ghiza were
in sight, and before noon the passengers were
landed at Boulac, the port of Cairo.

VOL. in. K



If chance will have me king, why chance may crown
me without my stir.


The evening of his arrival at El Masr, our
hero proceeded to the house of AH Aga with his
letter of recommendation. As he endeavoured
to force his way through the narrow lanes of
Cairo " the Grand," at every second step some
great man, with his numerous cortege, blocked
up the avenue; and now and then a Mameluke
chief, on his richly-caparisoned steed, rode on
through the crowd, threatening the lives of the
foot-passengers who were unlucky enough to ob-
struct the path ; the Seys, or the running-foot-
man of the proud cavalier, who preceded his
master, crying out, " Reglic ! reglic ! — take care


of your legs !" while his long stick fell on the
heads of the people on either side. Mourad was
standing at the corner of a bazaar, wondering at
the insolence of the haughty soldiers and their
slaves, when he received a stripe on the face
from the courbash of a passing horseman. "Dog
of a Mameluke !"" cried Mourad, boiling with
rage, " that blow should be your last, were it
not for the multitude of menials which encom-
pass you. But let me never sleep under the
shadow of the Apostle's tent, if I forget the in-
sult, or fail to avenge it."

The Mameluke and his followers were al-
ready out of sight, but his name was still in the
mouths of the rabble, and a thousand *•' Wallah
el Nebis" proclaimed the generosity and valour
of Osman Bey.

" Were he generous,''' said Mourad, " as
Hatem Tai, valorous as Rustam, I may live to
pull down the pride of his house, one day or

*' You would not kill the Bey, surely ?" said
an elderly man, with Turkish features, but so
closely muffled up in an Arab cloak that his per-
son was totally concealed. His face was vulgar

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but there was an expression of irony about his
moutli, a world of activity in his small bright
eye, and a general manifestation of benignity in
his countenance, which was only rendered equi-
vocal by the peculiarity of his smile. He was
rather under the middle size, and so far as Mou-
rad could judge of his person, it appeared to be
vigorous, if not corpulent.

" Not kill him !" cried our hero ; " and why
not, I pray you, if he raise his filthy hand
against my head ? Am I not an Osmanli ?
Is he who struck me, without provocation,
my Sultan? Allah Wakbar! were the Kafir
the brother of Bardissy, and had the thou-
sand hearts of Elfi's house in his bosom, I
would tear his soul out for the indignity I have
suffered !"

The man in the cloak smiled at the warmth
of our hero ; his little grey eye twinkled in its
orb. He had been standing motionless while
Mourad spoke ; he was now shifting his pos-
ture incessantly ; now resting on one leg, then
on another : it seemed as if he could not remain
still for an instant.


"What! kill a Bey for a little blow!" he
rejoined ; " slay a Mameluke for a lash of a
whip ! lift your hand against the beard of the
lord of the universe, for conferring the honour
of a stripe on your cheek ! Wallah ! my young
Effendi, you must learn to be humble, when
you are permitted to walk in the same street
which a Bey of El Masr deigns to ride through,
and to account yourself fortunate to be tram-
pled under the feet of his war-horse.""

" A Bey of El Masr," replied Mourad ; " a
dog who draws the breath of life on the suf-
ferance of his enemy, trample on a free-born
Moslem ! Your words have no flavour of wis-
dom ; a man of your beard ought to know

" Ah ! but these Beys, my young man," said
the stranger, "are not to be lightly spoken of;
you surely must know they are the princes of
the land."

" I thought," replied Mourad, " Mohamed
Ali was the prince of the land, and if he be not^
he is a fool."

" Not exactly a fool," rejoined the stranger,


"nor altogether a knave; but an ill-served prince,
whose soldiers liave eaten up the country, and
are become too fat to fioht for him."

"Allah Illah!" exclaimed Mourad ; " if I
were Mohamed AH, 1 would send every dog
of them into the Desert, to fight the wild Arabs;
and had I no other troops, I would put my
Etchi-bashi, even my chief cook, at the head of
my scullions, and send the menials to make
mince-meat of these Mamelukes in their own

" Not in their houses," replied the stranger ;
" it would be a breach of hospitality: would it
not be better to make kibabs of their livers in
your own dwelHng.? But unfortunately for the
people, you are not the Viceroy ; and unfortu-
nately for the Viceroy, you are not his servant.
Had he five hundred men of your way of
thinking, he might bowstring all his Delhis,
and massacre every Mameluke in the country.
You have called Mohamed Ali a fool ; per-
haps you do not know him ; he might prove
to you his wisdom. If you sought employment
in his service. I would wager my grey beard
against the down on your upper lip, that the


Pacha would make you his officer, were you to
present yourself before him."

" Not he !" said our hero. " I am not cour-
tier enough to make my way to his favour ; and
Avere I to win it, it would soon be lost."

" You had better make the trial, however,"
replied the stranger. " The divan of the Pa-
cha is open to all men, from the insolent Bey
down to the submissive beggar,"

With this observation the speaker took leave
of our hero. The latter proceeded to the house
of Ali Aga, a magnificent mansion in the square
of Ezbekia, which had formerly belonged to
Elfi Bey. Mourad made his way through u
host of ill-mannered grooms, who jostled and
elbowed him as he passed by without much
ceremony. One fellow said his master was in
the harem ; another, that he was at prayer ; a
third, that he was out; a fourth gave a con-
temptuous glance at his apparel, and made no
reply at all. " I see how it is," said Mourad ;
" the slaves must be paid for the interview with
their lord. — Here, my good friends," said he,
" is something to buy coffee. Let me see the
Aga as soon as possible."


" Are you seeking the protection of the
Aga?"said a disfigured negro; "because, if
you are, you must remember that all public
favour flows from the fountain of the private
chamber. The wife of the Aga will expect a
present befitting her rank, and the importance
of your demand. If you look for an office of
any emolument, you cannot offer less than a
Cachemere shawl, of a purse at least, or half-a-
dozen pieces of Damascene silk, of two hundred
piastres apiece. She has taken less, it is true,
from poor wretches who had no substance, but
an EfFendi of your appearance must do the
thing generously, or not at all."

" To-morrow," cried Mourad with a groan,
" I will provide a present for the harem ; in
the mean time, accept some paras for sherbet,
for the trouble you have had in enlightening
my mind on this important subject."

The servants were now all courtesy and po-
liteness, vying with each other in civility as
they ushered him into the divan, where the
master of the house was seated, surrounded by
various supplicants. Having divested himself
of his shoes, and modestly pulled the sleeves of


his anteree over the tips of his fingers, he took
his station in the crowd, fixing his eyes on the
ground, and letting all the suitors precede him
in obtainino; a hearing. But with all his mo-
desty, he had so placed himself as to be within
the view of the Aga, and he was fortunate
enough not to escape observation. After scan-
ning the submissive figure of the stranger for
some vninutes, the old man bade him approach
.md tell his business.

Mourad stepped forward, and pulhng out his
letter, he bent his head respectfully to the
ground, kissed the hem of the Aga's garment,
and placed the epistle in his hand. He then
stepped a little way backward, while a malim,
or secretary, proceeded to read the letter aloud
before all the assembly.

" 'Tis well," said the Aga ; " Asian and I
are old friends. He says you are an eater of
gunpowder ; one who loves fighting better than
a pilau ; is it so .'''"

" It is as your Excellency desires it to be,"
replied Mourad, still not presuming to look the
Aga in the face.

" Rustnm,"'"' replied Ali, " was a man of va-

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lour, but not of discretion ; it seems you are
botli. A soft tongue is seldom the companion
of a strong hand, but when it is, so rare a union
deserves to be noticed and rewarded. To-mor-
row, Inshallah ! I will take you to the citadel,
and say a good word for you to the Pacha : be
here before noon."

Mourad, as he attempted to repeat his salu-
tation of the great man's robe, was condescend-
ingly repulsed ; he backed out of the room,
with his face to the Aga, till he reached the
door where he had deposited his new papoushes,
into which it was written he was never again to
poke his feet. He had the good sense to make
no inquiry for them, but stepped into the best
pair that remained.

His polite friend the negro again took the
trouble to remind him of the present for the ha-
rem. " It must be even larger than I told
you," said he ; " for no man has ever been re-
ceived by the Aga as you have been. Your
fortune is made, but forget not the Sultana.
Your head is now in the clouds, but the least
touch of my mistress's foot is sufficient to trip
lip your heels."


" Heaven preserve me from the disfavour
of even the little toe of your Sultana !" cried
Mourad, as he crossed the threshold, and re-
tui-ned to the khan where he had taken up his



A prince, a woman, and a creeping plant cling
round whatever stands nearest to their side.


Next morning our hero equipped himself in
a new suit of clothes, divested of all embroi-
dery ; stuck a plain-handled brace of pistols in
his girdle ; slung a sword over his shoulder,
whose blade was a true Damascus, the haft of
the finest-polished bone of the Gamous el Bahr,
notwithstanding the scabbard was covered with
dingy leather, which looked as if it had been
cut out of the hide of the dun camel of Aad.
The studied plainness of his attire was, how-
ever, strangely contrasted with the fineness of
his turban, which was made of a Cachemere


shawl of considerable value. " I know no-
thinor," said he, " of the soul of the Pacha," as
he looked into his mirror, "• if the simple fashion
of my garments do not prepossess him in my
favour, while my turban will show him that it
is not from poverty I wear plain apparel."

He found the Aga in readiness to proceed to
the citadel. As they went along, the old man
o-ave him a great deal of good counsel for his
future guidance. " Mohamed Ali," said he,
" is a good friend, but a bitter enemy ; a gene-
rous master, and therefore a grasping governor ;
the best-humoured of men, but at the same
time the most ill-tempered; never cruel but
where it would be criminal to show kindness.
He sometimes forgives injuries, but never for-
gets favours. He promotes poor men to high
offices ; he removes them when they grow rich :
they have the odium of extorting the substance
of the fellah in paras — he reaps the fruit of the
robbery in piastres. If the fools are taken off,
what else can they expect ? Is not the Prince
the tree of the state ? Are not the people the
root which supplies the trunk with life and


Strength ? and are not the branches the petty
officers, wliosc exuberance exhausts the sap,
and therefore need to be lopped off, from time
to time."

Mourad did not altogether see the necessity
for the latter operation, but they were already
within the walls of the palace, the halls of which
were filled with Albanian soldiers, rudely and
variously attired; the ministers and chief of-
ficers in glittering apparel ; the Bedouins of the
Desert, in their Arab blankets, parading con-
temptuously the painted chambers, with their
matchlocks slung over their shoulder; the fierce-
looking Delhis of Syria, swaggering among the
crowd ; the Levantine sycophants of his High-
ness, cringing about the persons of the two
Christian dragomen, endeavouring to dispose
them favourably in their regard ; the hat-wear-
ing merchants of Franguestan, surrounding the
interpreters, and offering bribes for their fa-
vourable word with the royal seller of beans
and barley ; the gorgeously-dressed young Ma-
melukes of the court ; and the squalid beggars,
in their rags, all jumbled together, without dis-
tinction of rank.


At length our hero and the Aga were ushered
into the presence of the Viceroy. The moment
Mourad set eyes on the illustrious person who
sat before him, surrounded by a thousand
crouching slaves and soldiers, he shuddered as if
an apparition from the grave had met his glance.

He stole another look at his features. *' By
the soul of my father," said he, " I am utterly
ruined ! it is the very man in the Arab cloak
whom I abused for taking the part of the Beys,
calling even the Pacha himself a fool in my
madness ; and, oh ! beard of the Prophet, here
is the very man on the throne of El Masr."

Ali in the mean time had salaamed his High-
ness, and was mentioning to him the good qua-
hties of a young Moslem who sought his service.

" Ah," said the Pacha, " I suppose he is like
the rest of them, come to eat my bread and
grumble for his pay, and pillage the villages
when there is no more money in the haznah.
Let him approach.""

The soldiers retired to let the stranger ad-
vance, but, to the astonishment of all, and the
especial shame of his introducer, instead of ad-
vancing to the foot of the divan to pay homage


to the Prince, he stood stock still, steeped to
the very eyes in confusion.

Mohamed Ali recognized at once the spi-
rited young Moslem he had met in the bazaar,
where he took his daily round in disguise, as he
was in the habit of doing. The Pacha enjoyed
his confusion ; his eyes sparkled with pleasure as
he surveyed the downcast features of the fiery-
headed youngster, who a few hours ago was
ready to eat all the Beys of Egypt without a
grain of salt.

Ali Aga observed the eye of the Viceroy
twinkling, as he believed, with anger at the
awkwardness of his protege. " May it please
your Highness," cried he, " to make some
allowance for the excessive modesty of the
young man. He has never been at Court be-
fore, and the magnificence and splendour of
your presence have dazzled his astonished

"Hush, man," said the Pacha; "never tell
me of his excessive modesty ! I, who never be-
held him before, know better. That broad
forehead, those elevated cheeks, and that curved
cimeter of a nose of his, were never given to a


man who was ashamed to speak, or afraid to

A buzz of acclamation ran round the saloon.
His Highness had said a good thing, and every
fellow present found himself called upon to eja-
culate a Callam kebir, a Wallah thaib, a Mash-
allah, or a Wallah el Nebi, — it is a great word,
well said, by Allah ! How wonderful is God,
O Allah, and the Apostle !

" Guehl Pessavink," continued the Viceroy,
in a familiar tone of voice, (one of the Pacha's
expressions of endearment,) " come near me,
you rascal, and let these knaves see your face.
If they don't find the lineaments of a brave man
there, there is no truth in men's looks — or they
know nothing of physiognomy. Some of you,
perhaps, have seen him before, and are acquainted
with his spirit ; but I, who never set eyes on him
ere this blessed hour, know every corner of his
heart as well as if I had it in my hand, (Mou-
rad felt an involuntary palpitation ;) speak,
young man ; did I ever behold you before this
hour .?"

" Never, may it please your Highness !" re-
plied our hero, in a clear, loud voice, as he


advanced a step forward, and bowing to the
ground, touched the floor with the back of his
fingers, then carried them to his mouth, and
then to the crown of liis head.

" You are my Chiaous,'' said Mohamed
Ali, " my chief messenger ; take tliat purse to
buy yourself the long stick of your office. —
Ruah reigle," continued the Pacha, using the
only two words of Arabic he knew, " away with
you, man ! return at the asser, I shall have bu-
siness for you after the evening prayer."

Mourad went away, in the words of the mul-
titude, a made man. Here was greatness thrust
upon him without the trouble of petitioning for
it ; he was therefore born to greatness, and he
accordingly elbowed the crowd as he passed
along with all the dignified insolence of a man
who was justly proud of his birth-right.

His first step was to procure an abode, suitable
to his high station, in the vicinity of the citadel ;
his next care was to send the becksheesh he
had promised to the wife of his patron Ali Aga.
At the appointed hour he returned to the pa-
lace, where he was received by all with the
smiles which are ever accorded to the latest


favourite of a prince. The Pacha had not yet
come out of the harem after his siesta, but the
instant the Muezzin announced the hour of
evening prayer, he made his appearance, and
beckoning Mourad to follow him, he proceeded
to a little kiosk in a garden, formed on one of
the spacious terraces of the building. The at-
tendant who carried the chibouque was dismissed,
and Mourad was left alone with the Viceroy.

" I have given you a proof of my friendship
this morning," said the Pacha, " it rests with
yourself whether you would have a farther and
a better token of my generosity ; that is to say,
whether you mean to deserve it. Imagine the
man in the Arab cloak is still speaking to you,
and tell me your mind freely on the subject I
am about mentioning to you.

" That son of a slave who struck you in the
street Hke a dog, is of course hateful to your
heart ; so is he and all his race to mine. Not
one blow have they struck at niy house, but
five thousand ; not one injury have I to re-
sent, but a miUion. Even now they are plot-
ting against my peace, even in my own capi-
tal. The day is come when Mohamed Ali, or


the Mamelukes, must reign alone in El Masr.
The means are to be thought of: I have tried
open warfare and stratagem, without success;
secret measures must now be resorted to. Look
you, young man, I think you are worthy
of confidence, therefore have I conferred with
you on a subject which no other ear has heard
discussed. My only counsellor heretofore has
been my heart, and therefore have I seldom
been deceived : in one brief word, I would have
the Beys disposed of; not exactly murdered in
their own dwellings as you suggested — the rab-
ble would cry shame in the very act of pillaging
their houses. Neither would I have them dis-
patched in the street by night — the Frangis
would call me an assassin."

" Would your Highness have them slain in
your own house, then ?" said Mourad.

" You have said it," replied the Pacha ; " I
would have every Mameluke of them massacred
in the citadel."

Mourad's blood ran cold ; the blow he had
received was almost forgotten ; he felt nothing
but horror at the prospect of being involved in
a business at which his soul shuddered. But


he had too much respect for his head to mani-
fest any repugnance to the deed.

"Why don't you speak.''" said the Pacha;
" you are thinking, I perceive ; I would fain
know of what."

" Yes, if it please your Highness. I was
thinking,'' replied our hero, " how difficult it
would be to get the wily knaves into the trap,
unless indeed you gave them a banquet, and
then the physician might assist the cook."

" I have thought of that," replied the Pacha,

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