a quart of corn per diem, with occasionally a few dates, divided amongst four persons.  No one would purchase their merchandize, owing, as it became apparent to Mukni’s treacherous orders.  Mr. Ritchie, for reasons not explained, did not think it right to draw for money on the treasury, and they were reduced to the last extremity, when the sultan graciously condescended to advance them eight dollars, and at this time a neighbour repaid them ten dollars, which they had lent soon after their arrival.  They were now able to treat themselves with a little meat.  About the 20th September, Mr. Ritchie, who had never recovered his spirits, but had latterly shunned the society even of his companions, again relapsed, and was confined to his bed, and Belford, though better in health, was entirely deaf; their condition became every day more destitute.  They had hired a woman to cook for them at a dollar a month.  She was required to come only once a day, to bake their bread or make their cuscoussou; and it often happened, that when she had stolen half the allowance to which they had restricted themselves, they were obliged to fast till the morrow.  They were saved, when on the very brink of starvation, by a supply of seven dollars, the munificent reward conferred upon Belford by the sultan, for constructing a rude kind of carriage for him.  Soon afterwards, they sold a horse for seventy dollars.  This seasonable supply was carefully economized; but it had become much reduced when Captain Lyon and Belford both fell ill again.  The former rose from his bed, after being confined to it for a week, a skeleton.  Under this exigency they met with a remarkable instance of disinterested friendship on the part of a native, Yusuf el Lizari, who, as well as his brother, had previously shown them much kindness.  “One night,” says Captain Lyon, “as we were all sitting pensively on our mat, our friend Yusuf came in, and, addressing Mr. Ritchie, said, ’Yusuf, you, and Said are my friends.  Mukni has hopes you may die, that he may secure to himself all your goods.  You seem very melancholy; do you want money?’ Mr. Ritchie having acknowledged that he did, Yusuf rejoined, ‘I have none myself, but I will borrow some for you.’  Twenty dollars being the sum named, our kind friend went out, and soon returned with thirty, an act of generosity so unlocked for, that we were incapable of thanking him as he deserved.  This seasonable supply enabled us to buy some good food, and to make some amends for our late privations.  Our health soon improved, and Mr. Ritchie’s spirits began to brighten.”

But this interval of hope was soon darkened.  On the 8th of November, poor Ritchie was again attacked by illness, and after lying for three or four days in a state of torpor, without taking any refreshment, he again became delirious, and on the 20th expired.  The two survivors of this ill-fated party were themselves reduce to the lowest state of debility, and the only prospect before them, was that of probably following,