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THE WALLS OF ST. JEAN D'ACRE, NEXT THE SEA. The walls appear to rest on a reef of rocks, which affords a great protection from the sea. Even here they exhibit signs of the long and devastating siege by Ibrahim Pasha. This is not the side on which the place was attacked by Napoleon and Ibrahim, but on the other side, next the gate of Mount Carmel, that opens on the plain. On this plain, the Egyptian forces were encamped for six months; the defence made by Abdallah was obstinate in the extreme; and the hitherto invulnerable fortress would have baffled Ibrahim, had the Turks made the smallest efforts to relieve it, and thrown in, by sea, as was always in their power to do, a reinforcement to the exhausted garrison. There is a fine view from this angle of the walls, along the coast of Tyre, and the rich but neglected plain of Acre. In the distance, Mount Carmel and the bay are seen. "Ibrahim," writes Mr. Addison, in his recent journey to the East, "is a short man, inclined to corpulence, with a large head, scanty whiskers, grey moustaches, and is pitted with the small-pox. There was a remarkable plainness and simplicity in every thing about him. He was attired in Mamlouk trousers, with a closely-buttoned vest, and loose jacket, perfectly plain, without embroidery or jewels, and with a red tarbouche on his head. He appears about forty, and has a remarkably piercing eye, which he half closes, casting round the room a keen, searching glance, which seems to read the very soul. His disarming the Druses and other mountaineers of Lebanon, seems to have been a decided stroke of policy; it renders their prince, the celebrated Emir Bechir, quite powerless: the latter could, at any time, call thirty thousand troops into the field, chiefly cavalry, and now he lies at the mercy of Ibrahim, his palace and capital surrounded by troops, and companies of soldiers penetrating in every direction through his mountains, disarming his people. The pasha's troops are despatched from the head-quarters to all the villages in the mountains. When they arrive, proclamation is made to the inhabitants to bring in their arms and pile them in the street, on pain of death; and a certain time is allowed for that purpose. These parties are accompanied by guides, who know pretty well the number of the inhabitants; and if suspicion is excited that arms have been concealed, the most rigorous search is made. As yet the inhabitants have all been taken by surprise, and no resistance has been offered; nor is it likely to be, for the communications of the mountaineers with the Emir have been cut off, and no time has been allowed for combination. Ibrahim has gained his point, and has rendered the Emir helpless at a blow. It was curious to see so great and powerful a person as Ibrahim Pasha living in mean quarters, in a private house in Der-el-Kamar, while the old Emir was in his noble castle half a mile off, surrounded by Oriental pomp. A more patriarchal and majestic figure than the Emir Bechir can scarcely be imagined. He is near ninety years of age, with a snow-white beard of great length. There was a kind, fatherly manner, and a calm,

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