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IBRAHIM PASHA. 
be a lion in strength. His great amusement is to have Pehlivans 
wrestle before him. He makes himself feared by the Courdish rob¬ 
bers, whose heads he sends duly salted by mule-loads to Constantinople, 
to be laid before the gate of the seraglio. He was very polite, made 
me smoke out of a very long pipe, and gave me an abundance of hot 
coffee." We never find the Turks ashamed of their origin, however great 
may be the rank to which they may afterwards attain. This man 
appears to pride himself upon having been a Pehlivan, for the inscrip¬ 
tion on his seal is Pehlivan, Ibrahim Pasha ,—or Ibrahim Pasha, the 
prize-fighter. 
I arrived at Constantinople on the 17th December, 1816, having 
travelled over the same road which has been described in my former 
