The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-04-27

to find a whole world of .interest, hu. man nature, and history opening out. There he will find mosques; ancient in teriors, strange little narrow alleys, mounting and interlacing like so many mysterious staircases, up and down which white Arab figures step with smooth movements, swaying a little as they walk, the women with yelled faces, and the men with contenances as in scrutable and as impenetrable as the yash-maks of their wives. The largest mosque is approached through q quad rangie, which connects also with the law court, with its strangely turbaned judge, who, If he is trying woman, re- ceives her evidence from behind bars, so that her form, already heavily veil ed, is scarcely visible.
 Passing on, the visitor reaches the threshold of the mosque, where he must take off his shoes or shroud them in great slippers, so as not to defile the sacred floor. Shuffling forward, he then finds himself in this vast car peted place spanned by white arches set at different angles.l with here and there an ancient lantern hanging from the ceiling, one or two grandfather clocks against the wall, and all around Arabs deep in prayer. To the left there is q paved courtyard open to the sky, and in the midst splashes a fountain in which the Arabs wash their feet be- fore starting their devotions.
 Farther up in the native quarter is the mosque of Sidi Aid Err Rhaman, con tsining. his tomb. Though. beautiful, lit is quite different from the larger mosque, and is situated in garden filled with almond blossoms, overlook ing the sea and the modern town of Agiers far below. Low, dim passages and little steps lead to scene which delights and astonishes the gaze with its brilliancy. All over the ceiling of the mosqae are suspended glittering crystal chandeliers, banners of bright silk in every color, and dangling os- trich eggs. In the center of the cham Der is what appears to be an immense bed, piled high at each end and covered with richly embroidered coverlets, the .Marab,ut' or tomb, of Sidi Abd-Er- Rhaman.
 From this tomb one can, mount up into the 'sKasba," which might be de- scribed as, the citadel of the town of Algiers. With each flight of steps the view of the bay and city becomes more
 and more beautiful, until the Mussul-
 man cemetery is reached, where the
 loveliness of the prospect compels q pause. The cemetery is situated on
 the side of the hills stretching far in every direction, with what is called the "Frais NNallon," or AFresh Valley 2 displayed at one's feet. All around the myriads of strangely fashioned little white gravestones, among which grow fig trees, spreading bare, gleaming, gray branches, eucalyptus trees rising high with abundant feathery leaves, and here and there a cypress. Warm, fra grant breezes ares;Nafted from the sea,
 the vivid blue of which, from this as
 pect, almost passes immigration. :. The Mussulman cemetery is a scene of great reunion on Friday for the Arab women, who come to bring foed
 to their dead with great rejoicing, as
 death is no tragedy to them. They sit on the tombs, often eating the food intended for the departed, and, gath cred in little chattering groups, enjoy
 this chance of conversation, for their lives are led entirely behind walls, save on Friday, when they are allowed to walk abroad to. go to their Moorish
 bath and to pay their visit to the dead