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DEATH OF A RUSSIAN SERVANT. 
it at Ispahan, where the Ali Copi gate is, in like manner, held 
sacred for a similar reason. 
Immediately beyond the walls of the city, behind the Talism 
gate, stretches an extensive space of ground ; which, at the time 
of Sultan Murad’s public entry, would be filled with the gallant 
array of his troops, and the people, (whom the tyrant afterwards 
massacred !) crowding to meet them. Now, it is a miserably de¬ 
solate spot; in part dug up for the manufacture of bricks, and 
the residue consigned for the purposes of burial; Mahometans, 
Jews, and Christians lying mingled there, under the same clay. 
And, I lament to add, that after having seen it for the first time, 
I was compelled to pay it a second visit on an occasion most 
melancholy to me ; to follow, to his last rest, the remains of my 
poor Russian boy, who had died in the course of a few days 
after my arrival at Bagdad. The medical skill and unwearied 
care of Mr. Hyne had done their utmost to save him, but in 
vain. He had been born in my family, and was a faithful 
creature ; I may say, indeed, “ devoted unto death!” and to 
bury him so far from his native land, to feel myself at that mo¬ 
ment perfectly alone, (no other European in my service being 
now near me,) left me in a distress of regret, and a sort of de¬ 
solation I cannot describe. Indeed, no one, who has not been 
in a similar situation, can imagine the void that such a loss 
leaves in the mind of a traveller in these countries ; daily cir¬ 
cumstances, creating between master and servant, as well as 
between friend and friend, a mutual clinging to each other, and 
a sense of reciprocated protection, of which none but the wan¬ 
derer over distant, desert regions can have any conception. It 
was, indeed, with a heavy heart, that I turned from my poor 
