Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1873-04-19

stood erect, received the homage of the
assembly, and fixing more firmly on his
head the scarlet-feathered turban, the
emblem of power, he cried in com.
manding tone: "Let the standard OF
the Prophet be raised ON st. Sophia
The people will salute it from afar at
the fires of Beiram p
At these words an officer stepped
forth to execute the orders, but Mus.
tapha, who had been sitting aside, at
first amused and then alarmed, arose to
prevent him.
"Haggi Mohammed !" thundered the
I'D interim Sultan, "obey !"
The aga bowed and retired Mehalle
added '''Let the imaums repair to the
mosques and offer up petitions for the
new Sultan. Cadilisquier, have the
tomb of Mustapha opened in Scutari -
The Sultan tried to smile. "Keepers of
the treasury" continued Mehalle, "dis-
tribute among the poor of Stamboul the
hoardings of the late Sultan"
Enough, buffoon" exclaimed Mus
tapha, in an agitated voice, on seeing
how readily his servants obeyed these
strange orders.
81 still command" replied Mehalle,
with calm self-possession; "the clock
has not yet struck the hour of eight.
Art thou, then, so impatient to know
the fate that awaits thee?" The cour-
tiers were at loss to understand the
mysterious scene. They looked with
terror on this bold young man, invested
with the insignia of power, and the Bos-
tangi was astonished at seeing his mas
ter tremble before strolling juggler.
"Mustapha, continued the diviner,
81 am about to tell thee the time of thy
death, for the evening star has risen.
Mufti, advance p
The president of the o,umc1a came
forward. The diviner proceeded: "You
who read every day the book of our
Prophet, and explain it to the people,
tell me how avarice and usury, drunken
ness and murder, perfidy and cruelty
should be punished
The multi replied, in low, grave
tone: "By the Koran any one of these
crimes is deserving of DEATH
"Thou nearest, Mustapha? 1t is the
Prophet who condemns thee AS he
said this he beckoned to the mutes.
Mustapha tried to rush to the divan, but
was seized by the slaves, who had learned
to recognize the symbol of power which
Mehalle wore, and the cord was passed
around his neck.
"Thy hour has come! 1 am the son
of Solyman, who fell fifteen years ago in
this very place, pierced with wounds
from thy sword Thou hast counted
the heads of every member of my family.
Thou hast confounded the son of thy
master with the son of slave. I am
the evening star I am the Sultan
Amurath!'
AS he thus spoke, the young prince
made step forward. His lofty brow,
his features, voice, manner, and COM
manding dignity of person inspired a
deep emotion in the assembly. After a
moment, the cry went up, Long live
Amurath!' and at the same moment the
body of Mustapha fell lifeless on the
marble floor.
The clock had struck eight. Before
the hour hand had once again passed
round the dial, largess had been pro-
fusely scattered among the populace of
Stamboul, oaths of allegiance taken by
officers of state, and the proclamation,
ellis Highness, our very magnificent
lord and master, Sultan Abdul Aziz
Amurath has ascended the throne!' trum-
peted by the public crier before the
mosque Of st. Sophia.