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country. As usual, they are of dried mud; high, and flanked 
with strong towers, pierced with long ranges of loop-holes, and 
funnel-like contrivances close beneath them, to act on an enemy 
in the manner of the machicolations in our ancient castle- 
gateways. Zangoon is the capital of a small district called 
Kumesey, which is under the government of Abdallah Mirza, 
one of the King’s sons. 
This royal personage had already left the place, for Teheran, 
when we arrived ; and his elder brother, the heir to the Persian 
diadem, showed so much displeasure at finding no preparation 
had been ordered for his reception, he would not accept of any 
thing from the town; but commanded, that every thing his suite 
might require, should be purchased as if he had been a stranger. 
This was a delicate reproval of his brother’s negligence; and we 
quitted the inhospitable residence of the young prince, at our 
usual hour the next morning. Our track was through deep 
snow, keeping a direction south-east, up the valley, which gra¬ 
dually ^extended itself into an extensive plain. 
After marching about three farsangs, over this magnificent 
expanse of country, we beheld the dome and minarets of 
Sultania, rising in all the majesty of the old eastern architecture; 
and over which, the vague recollections of history, with tra¬ 
ditional memory, cast a still more magnifying medium. 
On approaching nearer to this once splendid city, we passed 
a lately erected summer-palace, belonging to the present king; 
it was situated on an elevated ground to our left, and over- 
looking the battlemented walls of a large castellated structure, 
intended to be the citadel of the new town of Sultanabad; which 
tKe^reigning monarch hopes will in time rival the past glories 
of the fallen Sultania. 
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