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self upon his carpet, the cultivator stops his 

 work, the artisan lays down his tools, the 

 boatman rests on his oar, the fisherman on his 

 nets, — all alike join in simultaneous prayer to 

 God. I have seen the highest in the land, and 

 the humblest in social position, unite in this 

 act of worship, and the heart of a Christian, 

 albeit of a surety a very lax one, was in unison 

 with theu' orisons. 



When I came to England, five years ago, I 

 was accompanied by a well-educated Mahome- 

 dan gentleman of Lucknow, as one of the 

 Wakeels of their Highnesses the Maharanees 

 of Nagpore. On coming up the Red Sea, my 

 friend the Moulavie questioned me about the 

 position of Mecca, and begged that I would 

 acquaint him when we got to the westward of 

 that holy spot, in order that he might turn in 

 the proper direction when saying his prayers. 

 This I did, and upon our arrival in London 

 I showed him which door in his room to face 

 when making his prostrations. My directions, 

 however, ho unluckily forgot, and when the 

 time came for prayer he turned his face the 

 wrong way, this too in presence of several 

 of his own countrymen, who came to pay their 



