PRINCE ALEXANDER SUTZO. 
78 5 
The day after my arrival at the Valachian capital, the consul, 
my obliging host, accompanied me to the palace of His Highness 
Prince Sutzo, who received me with the usual courtesies; and 
during the conference, coffee, pipes, and sweetmeats were served, 
with gold-embroidered napkins. Although this prince is scarcely 
fifty years of age, his beard is white as snow, and his countenance 
furrowed with the deepest wrinkles; in short, anxiety, appre¬ 
hension, and seated care, mark every line. So much for am¬ 
bition, with a bowstring round its neck ! His palace was dark, 
and ill assorted with his dignity ; excepting indeed, crowds of 
servants of every description, and long trains of Arnaut guards. 
But his dress was in the most gorgeous Turkish taste, all except¬ 
ing his cap, and that, like those worn by his Valachian subjects, 
was of black fur, resembling in shape the head-dress of a dragoman 
of the Porte. 
Having conversed with His Highness about an hour, we took 
our leave; and on quitting the saloon, to my infinite surprise I 
VOL. II. 5 H 
