150 AFRICAN WANDERINGS.

and plainly show that they are there as luxuries, which their possessor never uses, or perhaps, to speak more truly, knows not how to use. The first visit I paid him was in company with my brother when we were perfectly astonished by the childish questions of this high official, especially those as to the famous and meritorious Professor Dieflfenbach, of Berlin, with whom he had in former days fallen in at Paris ; and his opinion of this great surgeon and operator seemed to sink much when he heard that he was neither surgeon to the king, nor burdened by any titles of rank. Still more laughable in my brother's eyes was the fifteen minutes' examination which the Bey-General had pro forma to put him to. Before it he had handed to him his doctor's diploma, and, with the most serious face Clot Bey set to work to try his hand on the Latin of the parchment, not one word of which language, as all well knew, he understood. In the examination, Joseph could not enter into his views either as to lithotomy or operations for hydrocele, and he soon saw he would not find a patron in the Bey. Once has Clot Bey revisited France in all pomp and dignity, but the Marseilles fish and huxter women recognised their old friend Clot, and treated him too unceremoniously. In Paris the little man would have astonished a large company by a splendid speech, but the language did not flow smoothly, and the meaning was not evident. Observing this, he added, with dignity, " La longue habitude des langues orientales m'empeche de m'exprimer avec plus de facilite ; " but he might have, with more trutli, said, that, saving a little bad Arabic, he knew nor spoke no oriental language, and that he never can speak with any oriental, without the aid of his dragoman, although he has already been for twelve years resident in Egypt. A young and rich dame met our hero at a supper-party in Paris, and was so charmed by him, that she next day made proposals of marriage to him, which he met only too eagerly. A second meeting was agreed on, and Clot, the citizen of the world, appeared in a Frank dress before this lady of gold. But oh, misericordia ! to behold him iu this simple garb and break off all marriage agreements was the work of one and the same moment to her.* The metamorphosis from the picturesque Turkish costume, with its Cashmere shawls, * It is asserted in Paris that this took place at the altar.