Editorials and Medical Intelligence
Boston Medical and Surgical Journal
American citizen who calls upon them, instead of assisting to protect their persons and property. About noon, Nov. 13, we called at the criminal court, where cases are heard and determined in short metre. The Judge, a splendidly formed man, with a keen, intelligent eye, sat, in his stockings, cross-legged, on a fat cushion that ran the whole length of the apartment, with writing apparatus on the same soft place. He received us with much politeness, ordered us to be seated, and through the
... d through the dragoman and his interpreter, we mutually complimented each other's country. He regretted no trial was then in process-two cases, the only ones for the day, having just been despatched. Our presence was probably noised about the building, and in a few minutes his Excellency, the Prefect of Police, in whose hands is lodged the municipal power, greeted us most cordially. Coffee was ordered by the court, and bis great excellency, a giant of a man, counting his beads all the while, congratulated us that we were in good health, &c. We expressed our gratification with all we had seen, and the security that was felt, while journeying under the vigilant government of his highness, Abbas Pasha. Some small talk followed-we all shook hands and look respectful leave, with an invitation to us to call again. We next called at the court-room of the Cadi-in an immense building, having a large square court, filled with people of both sexes, who were doubtless in pursuit of justice. Ascending a flight of steps, we came to a large ball, open to the weather towards the west. At one end a strip, perhaps 12 feet wide, was railed off-within which was a bevy of lawyers in red caps, and other law appendages, writing and arranging their Arabic statements.