The last act of barbarous inhumanity, which had occurred only a few days before the arrival of the Turkish squadron, rendered Mahomet D'Ghies and his master more detested and abhorred than ever. Two unfortunate labourers of the Mescia were captured, and carried into the town. One was bastinadoed to death, and his body then tied upon the back of the other, who, after having had his nose and ears cut off, and a long skewer passed through the muscle of each shoulder, was turned again into the country. He just reached his home, told his mournful story, and died. The blood runs cold at the recital of such monstrous iniquity. At the time of the landing of the Turkish Bashaw, the British Consul, according to usual custom, was receiving the visits of the European Consuls, congratulatory of the festival of his Sovereign. We afterwards learned that, at the very moment in which the company had assembled, a messenger entered the room, and told the tale of Ali's mournful fate; when a scene of consternation and astonishment indescribable occurred. The Spanish and Neapolitan hurried in fear and trembling from the room. The French Consul and Captain declared " That it was impossible, quite impossible, after the positive assurances they had received from their own government, a brig of war having arrived only a few days before express from Toulon, and the letter from the Sultan had been seen all in favour of Ali." We will not attempt to describe the despair of the Alistes on ascertaining the truth of their patron's capture and detention. The whole affair was so admirably executed by the Turk, and such an air of ridicule encircled the whole proceeding, as to make it irresistibly comical and amusing. When we saw Mustafa some days afterwards, and allusion was made to the subject, his Highness could not restrain a smile, and doubtless in his private apartment had laughed heartily. We heard that Ali, when first informed that he was a prisoner, would not believe it possible, but Mahomet D'Ghies, struck by his conscience, instantly felt that their fate was sealed. Ali's nerves were too weak for the shock, and he fell back against the wainscoting of the cabin. In a very few days afterwards the frigate weighed, and carried them, with thirty of the principal townspeople, to Constantinople. We now return to Emhammed and the people of the Mescia. Ten thousand armed men had been constantly in the trenches during the three days before the landing of the troops, fearing that Ali might still be forced upon them; but on receiving a letter from Bashaw Mustafa, informing them that he was a prisoner on board a frigate, and should never again be allowed to enter the Regency, they gradually dispersed ; and whilst their hearts were warm with gratitude at the banishment of the tyrant, the wily Turk despatched a deputation with the firman from the Sultan, nominating himself Bashaw, and requesting that Emhammed and Hadji Mahomet would visit the castle, and make their submission to the will of the Grand Seignior. The deputation was well received by the majority, and by Hadji Mahomet, who justly exclaimed, that having solemnly written to the Porte, boldly asserting "their determination to throw off all allegiance to it, and to fight to the last sooner than acknowledge Ali, but at the same time declaring their perfect readiness to receive any other person appointed by the Sultan," they ought to stand by their words; and disappointed and sorrowful as he felt that Emhammed had not been con firmed Bashaw, yet he was firmly of opinion that they were now bound in honour to submit to his Highness Bashaw Mustafa. He only recommended that assurances should be given of free pardon to all for resisting the firman sent to Ali, and that their property should remain unmolested. Bashaw Mustafa immediately despatched what were termed "letters of grace" to Emhammed, and all the chief people, promising all that they could desire; and it must be allowed that the greater part were satisfied with these concessions, after enduring so long the horrors and deprivations of a civil war. Emhammed, in the mean time, whose proud spirit, it must be said, shrunk at the idea of submitting to the Turk, after exercising so long a well-deserved ascendancy over the people, wrote to Bashaw Mustafa that neither himself nor Hadji Mahomet, after observing the manner in which Ali had been made prisoner, could consent to enter the castle without the guarantee of the English Consul; to whom he wrote, at the same time, informing him of his resolution. This information, it appeared, highly incensed the new Bashaw, who would not listen to any interference on the part of Colonel Warrington; but sent a special messenger, with his beads, to Emhammed as a proof of his friendly intentions. Emhammed, in our opinion, wisely maintained his former position; and wrote a second time, as he understood, to Colonel Warrington, requesting him to use his influence to prevent a rupture which might again lead to hostilities. The English Consul, desirous to maintain to the last the strictest neutrality, sent back a verbal reply, that it was impossible for him to interfere in any way. Emhammed, probably galled in spirit, then mounting his horse galloped to his garden, and calling around him the Sheiks and chief people, who had first brought him from private life, and even against his will proclaimed him Bashaw, and who certainly during three years had nobly supported him, explained in a few words the present position in which he stood, and of his determination to throw away the scabbard, and no longer to treat with those who spurned the idea of English interference; but, alas! for him, (though probably fortunate for his country and for British interests,) those his late subjects no longer responded to his words with their wonted enthusiasm. Some had already tasted the Ottoman gold,— others were contented with the downfall of Ali; but still a majority declared their determination to support him to the last, and several thousands were again collected in the batteries and trenches to oppose the Turk. That night, however, treachery was at work! Emhammed, fatigued with constant watchings for three successive nights in the camp, had fallen asleep in his tent, when he was suddenly aroused by the wellknown voice of one of the principal Sheiks,-a man whom he had always considered amongst his devoted followers,-who entreated him instantly to fly, as a conspiracy had been formed to deliver up his person; and that his army had broken up and abandoned both the trenches and the batteries. Emhammed rushed to the nearest battery and found it untenanted, as well as all the posts near his person. Convinced that he was betrayed, his next thought was to save his aged mother and sister, whom he had ever loved with the greatest affection, and who were then residing in the royal gardens. He galloped off nearly alone,-placed them in one of the Maraboots, which are held sacred, and then returned to the field regardless of his fate. He found it a desert: not a chief or man scarcely remained. He then sought Hadji Mahomet; but he had taken refuge on board the British ship-of-war Favourite. It was then but too evident that his cause was abandoned, and that he had been betrayed; but the chief traitor was the Sheik first named, Tubsa, who awoke him. This man had ordered the troops from the batteries near Emhammed to another post, on purpose to deceive him; and after Emhammed had fled to place his mother in safety, Tubsa gave the cry that he had deserted his people. The consternation then became general, and the conspirators succeeded. Emhammed had two alternatives still: to follow Hadji Mahomet on board the Favourite, or to fly into the interior and hoist his standard amongst the Arabs. To a few devotedly attached followers he expressed his intention of resorting to the latter; and before daylight he set out with two brothers named Circas, who, of all the chiefs, alone accompanied him. They proceeded directly towards the Desert, and halted at mid-day to refresh their wearied animals. The party lay down at some distance from one of those wells which are found at certain stations amidst the regions of sand. Emhammed desired one of the brothers to procure him some water; during whose absence for that purpose, watching an opportunity when the elder Circas was at a considerable distance, he drew his blunderbuss from beneath his baracan, and before his deadly purpose could be observed, he shot himself through the head. He fell dead upon his face, and never spoke after the fatal discharge. Thus died the brave, the noble, and generous Emhammed, and Tripoli will never see his like again. His youth, his fine countenance, his martial bearing, and undaunted courage, had secured him the respect and affections, not only of his own countrymen, but of all Europeans who knew him; and we feel certain that his fate will be deplored most deeply. Had he lived in the days of Ferdinand and Isabella, he might have rivalled the famed Almanzar, and been an opponent worthy of Gonsalvo di Cordova. Yet this violent death should not diminish our admiration of his character: on the contrary, it is, under all the circumstances of the case, enhanced, if possible. We have received the particulars from the brothers, who, heart-broken at the loss of their master, became indifferent to life, and soon after presented themselves to Mustafa, relating every circumstance, and requesting permission to inter him in the mausoleum of his forefathers. This was granted. The distracted mother soon received the disastrous intelligence, and did not properly regain her self-possession for some days. She then became calm, and entreated to be informed of every circumstance, and for permission to see the body of her favourite son. On that day week she was raving mad! Justice compels us to say that Bashaw Mustafa behaved with great generosity, restoring the whole of their property to the family, which he might certainly have confiscated, and appropriated to himself. We believe he was principally induced to act thus by the advice of his secretary, Rustem Bey, a very young and sensible person, educated in England, and speaking our language fluently. He is loud in his praises of every thing English. We hope and think that he is sincere; and we have a strong idea that he is more Christian than Turk. The death of Emhammed cleared every obstacle to the success of Mustafa, and the country quietly submitted. The Mescian guns were carried into the town, the Arabs came down to the bazaar as before the revolution, and every one appeared contented and happy. The policy of Mustafa was conciliatory, the troops kept within the town, and the people of the country appointed to the commands in the different districts; and there is little doubt but that peace will be maintained until the moment arrives when the Bashaw shall attempt to draw money from the Arabs; but it is the general opinion that it will be most difficult to induce them to pay their accustomed tribute. It may however be considered, upon the whole, as a masterly piece of policy of the Ottoman Court. They have now a strong military post upon the left flank of Egypt, and a watch-tower from whence they may observe the movements of the French in Algiers and Tunis. We know that Emhammed had declared that he never would submit to any one but the King of England; and that if not Bashaw he would not survive it. He kept his word; and despairing of his country, died like a Roman. Thus have the Moorish family of Caramanli, after mounting in hereditary succession the throne of Tripoli, during one hundred and twenty years, been deposed, and all its members become fugitives from their native land. Hadji Mahomet, after remaining several days on board the Favourite, consented to land, after receiving assurances of protection from the British Consul; and he was received with open arms by Mustafa, who appointed him Chief Adviser, and head of a Divan which was to assemble daily at the castle for the affairs of state. The greatest and the most consistent friend of England was now the first person in the Regency. Without doubt, Colonel Warrington must have been beyond measure delighted at the signal victory he had gained over his host of enemies. Like a true Briton, he stood bravely and alone, and swerved not from what he had written at the commencement of the revolution,-that "the people never will submit to Bashaw Ali." Even his own countrymen, especially those in office, naturally cautious and mistrustful, must now admit that his view of the question was sound and correct; and that he is the only person really acquainted with the country. Had the British Government listened to his early representations on the subject, Emhammed would now have been alive, and the commerce of the whole Regency in the hands of the English. It passes henceforth to the Turk, who will, it may fairly be conjectured, attempt to become the "Mahomet Ali of Tripoli," by the monopoly to himself of every branch of trade. We will now only express a hope that his Majesty's Government will immediately turn their attention to the British claims so long owing. Bashaw Mustafa has declared publicly his intention of liquidating them; but the schedules were to be sent in the first instance to the Sultan for his approval; when, it is to be feared, Russia will be ready to prevent any payment until her everlasting indemnity be made good; the claims amounting altogether to 400,000 dollars. U. S. JOURN, No. 85, Dec. 1835. 2 T ON CIRCULAR STERNS FOR SHIPS OF WAR. Facile est inventis addere. Ar a well-known Club-house, not a thousand miles from the Admiralty as the crow flies, we were lately struck with the contending opinions of two naval officers of known merit, on the subject of the curvilinear sterns recently introduced into his Majesty's Navy; the one insisting that it was a noble and useful invention, the other denying its utility, or novelty, it being, he said, a servile copy of the bluffness of an Eastcountry schuyt. They both twisted the same rope, but at opposite ends. As the argument lengthened, the temper of the disputants waxed warmer, their voices swelled in tone, and their eyes occasionally sparkled into irritability, till at length the debate concluded, or rather was worn out, by dropping the question precisely where it commenced. We venture to submit an abstract of their conflicting ideas upon the subject, though it must be divested of much that gave more force than elegance to the palaver. SCENE. The dining-room.-Captains Gasket and Bowline at a sidetable, with a decanter nearly M. T. between them.-Gasket loquitur. Sir Gasket. It's too bad to decry the inventions of such a man. Robert Seppings has been most harshly dealt with by men in power, who can have known nothing of his merits; and now seamen, because they didn't approve of all he did, are willing to join the hue and cry against him. Bowline.-No such thing. I look upon Sir Robert as the most illused of our public servants. I willingly render the tribute of praise to his angular docking-blocks, to his diagonal system, to his practice of "filling in," to his small-timber frames, and to his full capacity for superintending the working of the Royal dock-yards. But I am not therefore bound to admire every innovation; nor is it personal to him that I differ from you. Gasket. That's veering a few points from what you uttered even now. Bowline.-Not at all. I said it's a shame that any individual should be allowed to cut up the Navy as he chooses. Hasn't he been poisoning the holds of our men-of-war, and making them more inflammatory than ever, by injecting his d-d coal tar-" as thick as Tewksbury mustard"-into the timbers by hogsheads; and hasn't he spoilt our best barkies by round-sternificating 'em?—Answer me that. Gasket. Sir Robert had a difficult card to play, for never before had the dry-rot showed itself so alarmingly. I certainly wish, among his attempts at remedy, he had been less profuse of his fetid coal-tar, because the success was hypothetical. But the circular stern is a noble improvement, and as such has received the praises of some of our best officers, We might say as Milton did of Satan's artillery, "The invention all admired, and each how he To be th' inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd, Once found, which, yet unfound, most would have thought |