house, in course of erection by order of the Bey, where the remains of Sidi Amour Abeda are to be deposited at his death, so that the old gentleman can have the pleasure of visiting his future burial-place.  In this city, a lineal descendant of the Prophet, and a lucky guesser in the way of divining, are the essential ingredients in the composition of a Moorish saint.  Saints of one order or another are as thick here as ordinary priests in Malta, whom the late facetious Major Wright was accustomed to call crows—­from their black dress—­but better, cormorants, as agreeing with their habits of fleecing the poor people.  Sidi Amour Abeda’s hands ought to be lily-white, for every one who meets him kisses them with devout and slavering obeisance.  The renegade doctor of the Bey told us that the old dervish now in question would like nothing better than to see us English infidels burnt alive.  Fanaticism seems to be the native growth of the human heart!

We afterwards visited the Jabeah, or well, which they show as a curiosity, as also the camel which turns round the buckets and brings up the water, being all sanctified, like the wells of Mecca, and the drinking of the waters forming an indispensable part of the pilgrimage to all holy Mohammedan cities.

We returned to the Kaed’s, and sat down to a capital dinner.  The old Governor was a great fanatic, and when R. ran up to shake hands with him, the mamelukes stopped R. for fear he might be insulted.  We visited the fortress, which was in course of repair, our cicerone being Sidi Reschid, an artillery-officer.  We then returned to the camp, and found Santa Maria, the French officer, had arrived, who, during the tour, employed himself in taking sketches and making scientific observations.  He was evidently a French spy on the resources of the Bey.  It was given out, however, that he was employed to draw charts of Algiers, Tunis, and Tripoli, by his Government.  He endeavoured to make himself as unpopular as some persons try to make themselves agreeable, being very jealous of us, and every little thing that we had he used to cry for it and beg it like a child, sometimes actually going to the Bey’s tent in person, and asking his Highness for the things which he saw had been given to us.

We went to see his Highness administer justice, which he always did, morning and evening, whilst at Kairwan.  There were many plaintiffs, but no defendants brought up; most of them were turned out in a very summary manner.  To some, orders were given, which we supposed enabled them to obtain redress; others were referred to the kadys and chiefs.  The Bey, being in want of camels, parties were sent out in search of them, who drove in all the finest that they could find, which were then marked ("taba,”) a la Bey, and immediately became the Bey’s property.  It was a curious sight to see the poor animals thrown over, and the red-hot iron put to their legs, amidst the cries and curses of their late different owners—­all which were not in the least attended to, the wants of the Bey, or Government, being superior on such occasions of necessity, or what not, to all complaint, law, or justice.  About two hundred changed hands in this way.