Whilst the unfortunate Dey “epileur” was being conducted towards the place where he was to be strangled, he heard the cannon which announced his death and the installation of his successor.  “They are in great haste,” said he; “what will you gain by carrying matters to extremities?  Send me to the Levant; I promise you never to return.  What have you to reproach me with?” “With nothing,” answered his escort, “but your insignificance.  However, a man cannot live as a mere private man, after having been Dey of Algiers.”  And the unfortunate man perished by the rope.

The communication by sea between Bougie and Algiers was not so difficult, even with the “sandalas,” as the Caid of the former town wished to assure me.  Captain Spiro had the cases landed, which belonged to me.  The Caid sought to discover what they contained; and, having perceived through a chink something yellowish, he hastened to send the news to the Dey, that the Frenchmen who had come to Algiers by land had among their baggage cases filled with zechins, destined to revolutionize the Kabylie.  They immediately had these cases forwarded to Algiers, and at their opening, before the Minister of Naval Affairs, all the phantasmagoria of zechins, of treasure, of revolution, disappeared at the sight of the stands and the limbs of several repeating circles in copper.

We are now going to sojourn several months in Algiers.  I will take advantage of this to put together some details of manners which may be interesting as the picture of a state of things anterior to that of the occupation of the Regency by the French.  This occupation, it must be remarked, has already fundamentally altered the manners and the habits of the Algerine population.

I am about to report a curious fact, and one which shows that politics, which insinuate themselves and bring discord into the bosom of the most united families, had succeeded, strange to say, in penetrating as far as the galley-slaves’ prison at Algiers.  The slaves belonged to three nations:  there were in 1809 in this prison, Portuguese, Neapolitans, and Sicilians; among these two latter classes were counted partisans of Murat and those of Ferdinand of Naples.  One day, at the beginning of the year, a dragoman came in the name of the Dey to beg M. Dubois Thainville to go without delay to the prison, where the friends of the French and their adversaries had involved themselves in a furious combat; and already several had fallen.  The weapon with which they struck each other was the heavy long chain attached to their legs.

Each Consul, as I said above, had a janissary placed with him as his guard; the one belonging to the French Consul was a Candiote; he had been surnamed the Terror.  Whenever some news unfavourable to France was announced in the cafes, he came to the Consulate to inform himself as to the reality of the fact; and when we told him that the other janissaries had propagated false news, he returned to them, and