30 Notices of Egypt. 
Mahomet Ali, 
may be considered the greatest sovereign of the age ;—he is well 
worthy of a notice even in a Scientific Journal. We can scarcely 
travel a mile through the country, without finding some marks of his 
restless enterprize ; and much of this is on a very magnificent scale. 
The port of Alexandria is filled with his Men of war, the large 
ships, being all of one hundred guns or more; several more are on the 
stocks, and the keel of another has just been laid with religious cer- 
emony, the Pasha himself being present among the crowd. Alex- 
anda itself is rapidly improving; the Pasha is erecting a number 
of large houses on the European plan. Next, we come to the ca- 
nal of Mahommedie, lined for some miles, with the new summer 
houses of his officers. Near the further end of it, at Fouah, is a 
large Cap Manufactory, erected by Mahomet Ali: proceeding up 
the river we come, at intervals, to his immense granaries: the works 
at the Barage have been noticed: a little higher up, on the left 
bank, are the royal palace and gardens of Shubra, the latter* like 
a work of enchantment: from this, an avenue of Carobe trees keeps 
along the river the whole way to Cairo, a distance of about three 
miles: approaching Boulac the port of Cairo, our attention is drawn 
to a number of buildings with high chimnies, from which the smoke 
is puffing, as if we were in the neighborhood of Birmingham or 
Sheffield. They are the Pasha’s Cotton manufactories, and Iron 
founderies, and are said to be but asmall part, of what havesprung up 
within a few years, under this powerful magician. We went through 
‘ one of the manufactories and found them just putting into operation a 
twenty horse steam engine from London. The large columns, sup- 
porting the second story of the building, were of cast iron, and the 
looms, of which I counted more than a hundred, were of the same 
material. It was curious to find this, and alsoa cotton printing estab- 
lishment, and a manufactory of machinery attached, all in active opera- 
tion, and to see the half naked Arabs darting about in their several em- 
* The superintendant of this garden is an Arab: he was sent by the Pasha ‘to 
France, and spent six years on an experimental farm, near Marseilles. Walking 
through the garden, we came to a very pretty spot, paved in Mosaic fashion, with 
pebbles) from Rhodes, and having a kind of canopied throne in the centre. 
“ This,” he said, “is Mahomet Ali’s favorite spot. That pear tree, you see in the 
ronan is from his native town in Albania, and was planted here by his own hands. 
He often takes that seat directly opposite, and seems to be fond of watching its 
growth.” 
