VISIT TO DR. DRUMMOND CAMPBELL. 
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beard, black and bright, and of a peculiar form, the proudest 
appendage, to a Persian taste, of royal personal dignity. 
About eight o’clock in the evening, Dr. de la Fosse and myself 
set forth, attended by an escort of horsemen, to visit my invalid 
friend at the village of Kund; a salubrious spot, delightfully 
situated on the side of the mountains north of Teheran. The night 
was beautiful; a bright moon, through as clear a sky, cheering us 
on our way. It was past midnight before we reached the quarters 
of poor Campbell. He was asleep when we arrived; and being 
careful not to have him disturbed, we did not see him till five 
o’clock the next morning. When I entered his melancholy 
chamber, and again took my friend by the hand, I was shocked 
to find him far more reduced, than even the messenger had 
described. His pleasure was great, at the sight of 11s ; and we 
did our best to enliven him with hopes of recovery. But he 
shook his head, though with a kind smile, that showed his 
resignation, and feeling of our motive in thus seeking to cheer 
him. Our visit was short; but yet as long, as his weak state 
could bear; and we started early, that Dr. de la Fosse might 
make his report of our friend to the Prince, before he should 
be encumbered by the ceremonies of his approach to Teheran. 
According to the divinations of the wise, His Royal Highness 
was to depart from Sleymonia after midnight, to enable him 
to reach the capital three hours after sun-rise; that being the 
most fortunate moment of the day, agreeable to astrological 
calculation. 
When we came up with Abbas Mirza, the information we 
brought, evidently gave him as much pain as we felt in narrating 
it; and the rest of the ride was performed in almost silence, till 
we met the joyous tumult from Teheran. The Prince’s royal 
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