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versation unfolded the most ardent philanthropy. But 
how was I moved when I saw Mulei Selema, the 
brother of Mulei Soliman the Emperor of Morocco, 
enter! His figure, his features, and his manners, recall* 
ed to my imagination those of my beloved and re- 
spectable prince Mulei Abdsulem. My heart leaped. 
I cried " Mulei Selema." I rose. We embraced; and 
for a considerable time our tears wetted each other's 
countenance. 
We seated ourselves; but our hearts, too full, did 
not permit us to break silence for some time. At length 
we commenced conversation. 
Mulei Selema is older than Mulei Soliman. The 
succession to the throne of Morocco not being fixed 
by any law, when a Sultan dies all his sons take arms, 
and fight until one only remains conqueror, as I have 
already observed. Mulei Selema, during a reign of 
some months, was twice beaten by Mulei Soliman: he 
therefore retired to Cairo, where he is established with 
his family, ejitirely abandoned by his brother, and lives 
at the expense of the Scheiks of the city. 
I knew his history thoroughly; he also knew mine 
perfectly; in consequence we discoursed freely. He 
thundered against Mulei Soliman, and I succeeded in 
softening him. I reproached him in a friendly manner 
for some trifling faults; and, after a long debate, which 
he finished by kissing my beard and shawl, he ex- 
claimed that my words were sweeter than sugar. 
I returned the visits of the grand Scheiks, and paid 
one to Mehemed Ali, accompanied by Seid Omar, to 
the former of whom I presented the letter of the Cap- 
tain Pacha; and he received me with every sort of 
politeness. This prince, who is very brave, is still 
young; he is thin, and is marked with the small pox; 
