Each Pasha wore the red fez on his head, a frock-coat of blue cloth, the breast of which was entirely covered with gold lace, while a broad band of the same decorated the skirts, and white pantaloons.  One of the Ministers, Mehemet Ali Pasha, the brother-in-law of the Sultan, was formerly a cooper’s apprentice, but taken, when a boy, by the late Sultan Mahmoud, to be a playmate for his son, on account of his extraordinary beauty.  Rescind Pasha, the Grand Vizier, is a man of about sixty years of age.  He is frequently called Giaour, or Infidel, by the Turks, on account of his liberal policy, which has made him many enemies.  The expression of his face denotes intelligence, but lacks the energy necessary to accomplish great reforms.  His son, a boy of about seventeen, already possesses the rank of Pasha, and is affianced to the Sultan’s daughter, a child of ten, or twelve years old.  He is a fat, handsome youth, with a sprightly face, and acted his part in the ceremonies with a nonchalance which made him appear graceful beside his stiff, dignified elders.

After the Pashas came the entire household of the Sultan, including even his eunuchs, cooks, and constables.  The Kislar Aga, or Chief Eunuch, a tall African in resplendent costume, is one of the most important personages connected with the Court.  The Sultan’s favorite dwarf, a little man about forty years old and three feet high, bestrode his horse with as consequential an air as any of them.  A few years ago, this man took a notion to marry, and applied to the Sultan for a wife.  The latter gave him permission to go into his harem and take the one whom he could kiss.  The dwarf, like all short men, was ambitious to have a long wife.  While the Sultan’s five hundred women, who knew the terms according to which the dwarf was permitted to choose, were laughing at the amorous mannikin, he went up to one of the tallest and handsomest of them, and struck her a sudden blow on the stomach.  She collapsed with the pain, and before she could recover he caught her by the neck and gave her the dreaded kiss.  The Sultan kept his word, and the tall beauty is now the mother of the dwarfs children.

The procession grows more brilliant as it advances, and the profound inclination made by the soldiers at the further end of the court, announces the approach of the Sultan himself.  First come three led horses, of the noblest Arabian blood—­glorious creatures, worthy to represent

  “The horse that guide the golden eye of heaven,
   And snort the morning from their nostrils,
   Making their fiery gait above the glades.”