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A GLIMPSE OF MOROCCO AND ALGIERS. 
(Wire Lantern Views.) 
By JAS. LANCASTER. 

“No greater contrast probably is to be found in the world 
in three hours’ sail, than that from Gibraltar to Tangier. In 
Gibraltar you have the life of a Kuropean city, its streets filled 
with English soldiers and sailors, its Knglish Cathedral domin- 
ated by the shining golden cross, and high up on the summit of 
the rock waves the British flag.” 
“Tn three hours you have exchanged the Cross for the Crescent, 
and every indication of the close proximity of EKurope has 
disappeared, though from Tangier the Kuropean coast can well 
be seen. From the bay the town of Tangier makes a very 
pretty picture, with its old world fortifications, with the citadel 
towering above the houses, and all under a sky of brightest 
blue. Going through the narrow streets, one is forcibly struck 
with the aspect of the population. Almost all wear a kind of long 
white cloak, with a large pointed hood standing upright on the 
head, giving the city the aspect of a vast Convent of Dominician 
Friars. Some are moving slowly and silently, as if they wished 
to pass unobserved, others are seated against the walls motionless, 
and with fixed gaze, the whole attitude revealing an order of 
sentiment and habit quite different from the European, and with 
another manner of considering time and life. Their faces wear 
a dreary expression as if thinking of Moses, and the Pyramids 
and the Sphinx. If they cast their eyes on you, they seem to say 
‘We have a history, we are not children of yesterday; the world 
was young when our ancestors knew it.’ As we get farther into 
the city we perceive it to be a labyrinth of crooked lanes or 
passages, bordered by little square houses, without windows, and 
with little doors through which one person can pass with 
difficulty. In some of the streets there is nothing to be seen but 
the white walls and the blue sky.” 
‘Suddenly there comes to view a wide extent of surpassing 
beanty—the town all glittering white under the sun’s rays. Here 
and there rises the tall minaret of a mosque, overtopping the 
houses, brilliant with its many coloured mosaics ; and the broad 
