f her attendants, and she was removed to the farm of Bouila, until
the Supreme Porte should decide on her fate.

The couriers sent in all directions to announce the death of Ali, having
preceded the sword-bearer Mehemet's triumphal procession, the latter, on
arriving at Greveno, found the whole population of that town and the
neighbouring hamlets assembled to meet him, eager to behold the head of
the terrible Ali Pacha. Unable to comprehend how he could possibly have
succumbed, they could hardly believe their eyes when the head was
withdrawn from its casket and displayed before them. It remained exposed
to view in the house of the Mussulman Veli Aga whilst the escort partook
of refreshment and changed horses, and as the public curiosity continued
to increase throughout the journey, a fixed charge was at length made for
its gratification, and the head of the renowned vizier was degraded into
becoming an article of traffic exhibited at every post-house, until it
arrived at Constantinople.

The sight of this dreaded relic, exposed on the 23rd of February at the
gate of the seraglio, and the birth of an heir-presumptive to the sword
of Othman--which news was announced simultaneously with that of the death
of Ali, by the firing of the guns of the seraglio--roused the enthusiasm
of the military inhabitants of Constantinople to a state of frenzy, and
triumphant shouts greeted the appearance of a document affixed to the
head which narrated Ali's crimes and the circumstances of his death,
ending with these words: "This is the Head of the above-named Ali Pacha,
a Traitor to the Faith of Islam."

Having sent magnificent presents to Kursheed, and a hyperbolical despatch
to his army, Mahmoud II turned his attention to Asia Minor; where Ali's
sons would probably have been forgotten in their banishment, had it not
been supposed that their riches were great. A sultan does not condescend
to mince matters with his slaves, when he can despoil them with impunity;
His Supreme Highness simply sent them his commands to die. Veli Pacha, a
greater coward than a woman-slave born in the harem, heard his sentence
kneeling. The wretch who had, in his palace at Arta, danced to the
strains of a lively orchestra, while innocent victims were being tortured
around him, received the due reward of his crimes. He vainly embraced
the knees of his executioners, imploring at least the favour of dying in
privacy; and he must have endured the full bittern