him, and kept him concealed till the soldiers
had wreaked their fury. When rumours of
Amim's escape reached Mohammed, the Arab
generously gave the fugitive a horse and sped
him to Syria. Finati afterwards saw him at the
palace of Suleyman Pasha at Acre.

The search for the Mamelukes was very hot
and greedy in Cairo, a Mameluke's head being
now worth considerably more than a melon. The
whole city was full of lamentations. The
carnage and disorder was taken advantage of by
malice and plunder. Many innocent persons
were killed by mistake or in the hurry of the
slaughter. A few of the Mamelukes still lay
concealed or barricadoed in their own houses,
or in the houses of the braver and more faithful
of their friends and dependents. In some
instances, where a desperate resistance was
feared, their houses were burnt down with all
the inmates and treasures. Five hundred houses
were either sacked or destroyed. In many cases
the soldiers risked their lives in regular siege
rather than lose their plunder. The rapine
lasted six days.

The order given at the same time for the
slaughter of all the remaining Mamelukes in
Egypt, within the course of a month, brought
in seven or eight hundred more heads from the
towns and villages up the Nile. These heads
were daily exposed at Cairo, before the gates of
the citadel. It was a more arduous task to effect
the destruction of those Mamelukes who, to
the number of eight or nine hundred sabres,
besides negroes and Arabs, were still encamped
in Upper Egypt under the command of Ibrahim
Bey. A large body of troops was sent against
them, who are said to have eventually surprised
and slaughtered them.

So little compunction did the pasha feel when
reflecting on the occurrence, that, on being
informed that he was reproached by all French
travellers in their narratives for this inhuman
massacre, he replied that he would have a
picture of it painted, together with one of the
murder of the Duc d'Enghien, and leave to
posterity what judgment it might pass on the
two events.

It is probable that Mohammed slew only that
he should not be slain. The following is the
version of the story given by his friends:
Jussouf, Pasha of Damascus, having been
unsuccessful in his attempts to repel the
attacks of that formidable sect of Arabs, the
Wahabees, a commission was given to Suliman,
Pasha of Acre, to send his head to Constantinople;
but Jussouf escaped his fate by a timely
flight to Egypt, where he was hospitably
received and protected by Mohammed Ali. Suliman
afterwards, succeeding no better against
the Wahabees, fell into disgrace with the Porte,
which ordered the Viceroy of Egypt to undertake
the recovery of Mecca and Medina from
those sectaries, and promised him the governments
of Damascus and Acre as a reward. The
Pasha of Acre was, on these accounts,
extremely indignant with Mohammed Ali, and
eagerly listened to a proposal made to him by
the Mamelukes, of joining forces and falling
upon the viceroy after his army should be
diminished by the departure of the troops destined
for Arabia. This treachery was, however,
discovered to Mohammed Ali by a person in the
confidence of Saim Bey, who had been bribed
to disclose his master's secrets; and Mohammed
resolutely resolved to oppose it by an anticipated
treachery.

So fell the Mameluke power in Egypt; and,
though we may condemn the treachery which
led to their massacre, we cannot lament the
fact. If Mohammed Ali could have driven them
to open battle, he did not want courage to have
met them face to face. They had been the cruel
oppressors of Egypt for generations. They had
well earned their punishment. If men and
women were merely animals, there would be no
government preferable to an enlightened despotism.
Such was the despotism of Mohammed Ali; but
the despotism of the Mamelukes had been selfish,
savage, and merciless. They had fought over
Egypt as wolves fight over a carcase. Under
Mohammed's care the mummy nation, so long bound
hand and foot, came to life. Some day it may
gather strength and grope its way from the
grave-cavern of slavery upwards toward the
light and sunshine of freedom. To Egypt and
to all nations God send that day, and speedily.

A GOOD THING.

I AM ashamed to confess that I have been a
thief. It is humiliating to reflect that, at an
earlier period of my career, I should at any time
have so far forgotten myself as to have been
guilty of the vulgar offence of petty larceny
from the person. It is sad to remember, moreover,
that, this being my third mistake of that
nature, I was condemned for it to five years'
penal servitude. Doubly humiliating it was
when, after having been liberated on a ticket-of-
leave for good conduct, I discovered how many
professions were open to me of a far more lucrative
character than my former calling, and
altogether beyond the reach of the law.

It occurred to me that, with a small capital,
say fifteen pounds, I might be able in a short
time to realise almost an independence for one
in my position, by very simple means, and quite
honestly — that is to say, when viewed in
connexion with some successful business operations
in the highest walks of commerce which have
come within my notice.

Accordingly, on my release, I went to an
acquaintance of mine, a pawnbroker with whom
I had formerly done business in another way,
and stated my intention of turning over a new
leaf. I hinted it was possible he might have in
his possession a number of valuable articles, such
as watches, rings, and so forth, which, for certain
reasons, it would be inadvisable to offer for sale;
but for which he might, nevertheless, be glad
to find a market. Singularly enough, he had. I
proffered my services to assist in disposing of
these articles, for the very reasonable commision