Sleeping Donkey Boy

Sleeping Donkey Boy.

An Egyptian Donkey

An Egyptian Donkey.

Basket Makers   Cairo

Basket Makers - Cairo.

The Citadel

The Citadel.

The Castle Of The Nile

The Castle Of The Nile.

An Egyptian Soldier

An Egyptian Soldier.

View From The Citadel

View From The Citadel.

Meantime, in an adjoining room (still shown to visitors), Mchemet Ali is said to have remained, calm and motionless, save for a nervous twitching of his hands, though he could plainly hear the rattle of musketry and the shrieks and groans of the dying.

When all was over, his Italian physician ventured into his presence to congratulate him. The Viceroy made no reply, but merely asked for drink, and, in a silence more eloquent than any speech, drank a long, deep draught. He knew that thenceforth he was absolute master of Egypt, - possibly sovereign of the East.

The view at sunset from this Cairene citadel is wonderfully impressive, and during several sojourns in Cairo I rarely failed to climb the hill each evening to enjoy it. Standing on the parapet of this Arabian fortress, one sees below him in the immediate foreground a grove of graceful minarets, rising like sculp-tured palm-trees from an undulating mass of foliage and bulbous domes. Beyond these, stretching to the north and south as far as the eye can follow it, is a magnificent belt of verdure. Along its centre, like a broad band of silver, gleams the river Nile, within whose depths the beautiful An-tinous found death for his imperial master, and which at this point has borne upon its breast the cradle of the infant Moses and the regal barge of Cleopatra.

The Desert

The Desert.

Still farther westward, the declining sun seems to be sinking into a violet sea, so marvelous is the light that glorifies the tawny desert, - symbol of perpetual desolation. Upon the edge of that vast area, into whose depths the orb of day seems disappearing never to return, three mighty shapes stand sharply forth, piercing a sky of royal purple. Their huge triangular shadows travel slowly eastward, farther and farther, as the sun descends, "Like dials that the wizard, Time, Had raised to count his ages by."

They are the Pyramids, whose awful forms have been enveloped thus in sunset shadows every evening for at least five thousand years; and when they finally vanish in the gloom, as most of Egypt's history and glory has been swal-• lowed up in the impenetrable darkness of the past, one realizes that there is no view on earth which can so eloquently tell him of the grandeur of antiquity and the eternal mystery of time.

"The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little Hour or two - is gone."

Within the citadel of Cairo, only a few steps from the scene of the massacre of the Mamelukes, is the beautiful mosque erected by Mehemet Ali, not, as one might suppose, in expiation of his crime, but as the exalted place in which his body should repose. His expectation was fulfilled, and the remains of the talented but cruel Viceroy are sepulchred in a magnificent mausoleum. From the display of oriental alabaster in every portion of this edifice, it has been called the Alabaster Mosque. It has a noble courtyard, with an elaborately decorated fountain, and its proportions are imposing. But its most pleasing architectural feature is its slender minarets, which soar far above the city, resembling silver tapers placed about the Viceroy's tomb.

Antinous

Antinous.

Interior Of A Mosque

Interior Of A Mosque.

The tourist soon discovers that the mosque of Mehemet Ali is not the only one in Cairo. On the contrary, mosques are more numerous in Cairo than churches are in Rome. Connected with most of them are curious superstitions. In one, for example, two columns are believed to mark the precise spot where Noah's Ark finally found a resting-place. Nay, not content with this, the legend claims that this is also the place where Abraham offered up the ram instead of his son Isaac. These columns, therefore, are supposed to possess remarkable healing power, and are kept highly polished by being rubbed with pieces of orange and lemon peel, which arc then applied to diseased portions of the body. One day we were much amused to see two men licking these posts vigorously, in the hope of making their stomachs strong. This is perhaps the only remedy for dyspepsia not yet advertised in the Occident!