It must be mentioned, however, to the honour of Mr. Elton, that on the bombardment of Mogador, he and his lady were allowed to leave at once, having paid up all their government debt.  Indeed, the governor of that place, was always accustomed to say to the collector of the returns of the monthly payment of instalments:  “Now, go first to Mrs. Elton; she will be sure to have the money ready for you.  And we must have money to-day from some of the merchants.”  On another occasion, his Excellency called the lady of Mr. Elton, “the best man amongst the merchants.”  Mrs. Elton, being a vivacious, energetic lady, was often called “the woman of the Christians.”

The following are the stations at which the merchants stop from Mogador to Morocco, to visit the Emperor.

1st.  Emperor’s Gardens; five hours from Mcgador, where are some fine fig trees, and a spring.

2nd.  Ain Omas.

3rd.  Seeshouar.

4th.  Wad Enfes.

The country, for the first two days, is beautifully rural, scattered over with noble Argan forests, on the third and fourth days, the journey is through plains and an open country.  On the second day, after leaving Mogador, you obtain a distinct view of the great Atlas range at the back of Morocco; on the fifth, as you approach the capital, the country is overspread with wild date-palms, palmettos, or dwarf palms.  The view of

  “Towering Atlas that supports the sky,”

now stands forth, vaster and more magnificent as you approach the capital, and is the only feature of surpassing interest on the journey; but it suffices to absorb all the attention of the traveller.  As he gazes on the giant mountain, which seems to support with its huge rocky arms the frame-work of the skies, its head covered with everlasting snow, he forgets the fatigue of his painful route under an African sun; and, lost in pious musings, adores the Omnipotent being who laid the foundation of this solid buttress.

Halfway is called “the Neck of the Camel,” where there is a well in the midst of a scene extremely desert and dreary.  Here all the donkeys of the party of merchants died from want of water.  The water of this well is not permitted to be drunk by animals, in obedience to the solemn Testament of the Saint who dug it.  The poor horses and mules were tied close up to the well, looking wistfully at the water when drawn for the biped animals, and snuffing the scent; but they were not allowed to taste a drop.  Two horses broke loose and fought, their combat being aggravated by thirst, “See!” cried the Moors to the merchants, “the Saint is angry with you for having wished to give his water to horses.”

Our merchants, however, in defiance of the Saint (this invisible enemy of the lower creation) and of his supporters, got a supply of water, which during the night, and en marche the next day, they distributed to their steeds.  The accommodation on the way, and at the capital is very bad, even the waiting-room near the palace, appropriated to the Christians, is but an old dilapidated shed, with one of its sides knocked out, or never filled in.  “Everything,” say our merchants, “is going to rack and ruin in the capital.  The Emperor will not even repair his palaces, or the jealousies in which he keeps his women; money is his only pursuit and his God.”