Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-10-08

sayages Bashi Bazouks and Zeibeks. Toe
commanding portion was made up of hard
bitten veterans, who loved him and believed
in him, and would have gone anywhere with
him or for him. He arranged brilliant
series of parallels. The Moustaphiz de-
serted one after the other, without
even pretending to fight for them.
The commanding officer at Etropol was a
drunken fool, who let the enemy in upon
Mehemet Ai's flank and rear, and wrecked
his whole position. He was without sleep
at this time for eight and forty hours, and
the situation was one of terrible and pro-
longed anxiety. Yet he never lost his nerve
or his presence of mind or his cheerful BON
homie, or for one instant surrendered any
one of the characteristics which made him
admirable and lovable. He showed no hys-z
teric cheerfulness, but the settled
content of great nature, steadfast
within itself, and unafraid of des-
tiny. In action he hid beneath phlegmatic
surface a very equable courage and
great readiness of resource. In society he
was unaffected and charming. Had he been
fairly treated, the fortunes of the war might
possibly have been for long time reversed.
But Snleiman sold him on the LON, and
Osman, against his strenuous advice, held
fall of Pleyna. It came thus to pass that
Mehemet Ali stood alone, man of genius in
the midst of a mob of incapables, incorrupti-
bly, honest in the midst of a thousand shame
less intrigues, phenomenal man, who, when
the tale of that terrible war comes to be truly
told, will bulk large in history, taking his
place among European heroes.
His keenest sufferings we're brought about
by the barbarities committed by his own
men. know for one how he has suffered
under the murder of Russian wounded, and
the mntilation of Russian dead. I know
how he threatened and entreated, and pun
ished, and how it was all nearly in vain. He
felt the disgrace of these atrocities personal
to himself, and went near to breaking his
heart about them; yet even in the midst of
all this he had his cheerful "guten tag
ready when you passed him,
and his cheerful smile. Com
handing a disintegrated force faced by
an enemy outnumbering him five to one,
suspected end traduced, plotted against at
headquarters, egregiously sold by his in
feriors in command, hated and envied, the
object of innumerable libels and cabals, he
went quietly along doing his honest best,
and possessing his soul in patient fortitude.
In the course of my experience in Turkey
learned to loathe the Turkish cause, to de-
spise the Turkish officer, and honestly to adj
mire and like the common Turkish soldier.
But never met in the ranks one more
supplemented, or one more honest
in his own enthusiasm than Mehemet
Ali. He fought for what he steadfastly be-
lieved in. He has been murdered at last for
sticking to his duty, and Turkey has lost the
best man she ever had. When impartial his
tory shall deal with him it will set his char
acter and his actions in rare contrast to the
barbarous obstinacy at Osman, and the aver
age chicanery of Suleiman. 1t was forbidden
him to achieve military successes. He was a
great man thrown away on a country and
cause which was unworthy of him. His
tragic ending brings to him something not
unlike the dignity of martyrdom.