ZANZIBAR.

among the groups of buyers, calling out " Similla, similla punda !

" " Out of the way, out of the donkey's way !

" and the people stand aside as a well-to-do Arab canters past on his handsome Muscat donkey. Then we reach the bridge connecting the suburb of Ng'ambo with the town itself, and spanning the creek, which at high-tide makes the town almost an island. Here are crowds of beggars, dirty and disgusting in the extreme, and suffering from all manner of loathsome diseases ; some are seated on the ground reciting prayers, while others hold out their hands to every passer-by, whining out " Maskini " " I am poor." Just beyond the bridge, turning down to the left, we come to the residences of several Arab physicians, with their apothecaries' shops in the basement, showing an imposing array of medicines and long pompous inscriptions in Arabic, setting forth that the hakim inside has most marvellous drugs which will cure all the diseases under the sun ; and on which the suffering crowd we have just passed forms a keen satire. Making our way towards the centre of the town, we pass through narrow shady streets with tall well-built houses on either side, from the basements 'of which comes the musical clink of the coppersmith's hammer fashioning the copper and brazen vessels which are universally employed by the Arabs and Hindus ; there also may be seen the goldsmiths at work on the delicate jewelry so much worn