tres. Now there sat in one
of the shops of the merchants a great Ma-allim (Coptic clerk) belonging
to the Pasha, and he saw the veil and said, "How much asketh thou?" and
the broker said "Oh thine honour the clerk whatever thou wilt." "Take
from me then five hundred piastres and bring the person that gave thee
the veil to receive the money." So the broker fetched the woman and the
Copt, who was a great man, called the police and said, "Take this woman
and fetch my ass and we will go before the Pasha," and he rode in haste
to the palace weeping and beating his breast, and went before the Pasha
and said, "Behold this veil was buried a few days ago with my daughter
who died unmarried, and I had none but her and I loved her like my eyes
and would not take from her her ornaments, and this veil she worked
herself and was very fond of it, and she was young and beautiful and just
of the age to be married; and behold the Muslims go and rob the tombs of
the Christians and if thou wilt suffer this we Christians will leave
Egypt and go and live in some other country, O Effendina, for we cannot
endure this abomination."

'Then the Pasha turned to the woman and said, "Woe to thee O woman, art
thou a Muslimeh and doest such wickedness?" And the woman spoke and told
all that had happened and how she sought money and finding gold had kept
it. So the Pasha said, "Wait oh Ma-allim, and we will discover the truth
of this matter," and he sent for the three Ulema who had desired that the
tomb should be opened at the end of three days and told them the case;
and they said, "Open now the tomb of the Christian damsel." And the
Pasha sent his men to do so, and when they opened it behold it was full
of fire, and within it lay the body of the wicked and avaricious
Mussulman.' Thus it was manifest to all that on the night of terror the
angels of God had done this thing, and had laid the innocent girl of the
Christians among those who have received direction, and the evil Muslim
among the rejected. Admire how rapidly legends arise here. This story
which everybody declared was quite true is placed no longer ago than in
Mahommed Ali Pasha's time.

There are hardly any travellers this year, instead of a hundred and fifty
or more boats, perhaps twenty. A son of one of the Rothschilds, a boy of
fourteen, has just gone up like a royal prince in one of the Pasha's
steamers--all his expenses paid and crowds of attendants. 'All that
honour to the