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his horse’s feet. Many glass vases, filled with sugar, were broken 
before him, and their contents strewed on his road. Every where 
dervishes were making loud exclamations for his prosperity; whilst 
a band of wrestlers and dancers were twirling about their mils (clubs), 
and performing all sorts of antics to the sound of the copper drums 
of Looties. Nothing could be more striking than the variety of 
the scene that surrounded the King. Amongst the crowd I per¬ 
ceived the whole of the Armenians, headed by their clergy bearing 
crosses, painted banners, the Gospel, and long candles. They all 
began to chaunt Psalms as His Majesty drew near; and their zeal 
was only surpassed by that of the Jews, who also had collected them¬ 
selves into a body, conducted by their rabbis, who raised on high a 
carved representation on wood of the tabernacle, and made the most 
outrageous cries of devotion, accompanied by the most extravagant 
gestures of humiliation, determined that they at least should not pass 
unnoticed by the Monarch. On coming close to the walls of the city, 
the crowd of horsemen and people encreased to an extraordinary de¬ 
gree, and where they were confined in some places by the walls of 
gardens, became quite stationary. In all the bustle I perceived the 
King constantly looking at a watch carried by Shatir Bashi, anxious 
that he should enter the gates exactly at the time prescribed by the 
astrologers. 
