From the gloomy remains of Saladin's palace we went to the palace of the Viceroy, the windows of which look into a beautiful garden. From the terrace we had a magnificent view. Cairo, with its domes and minarets; then, the tombs of the Caliphs; beyond them, the broad, silent Nile; beyond it again, the eye rested on the sands of the desert and on the long line of pyramids which loomed in the distance. [Illustration: MOSQUE.] We next saw the new mosque, built by Mohammed Ali, of beautifully veined alabaster. And, last of all, the court where the Mamelukes were massacred by Mohammed Ali in 1811. Here Mohammed pointed out to us the spot at which Emir Bey took his famous leap. Hugh and Lucy begged to hear the whole story; but it was too long to tell at that moment and was put off till evening. We then returned to the hotel for lunch, and in the afternoon went to Shoubra to see the pacha's country palace. Our road lay through a beautiful avenue of sycamores and acacias, which interlaced their boughs over our heads, so that we seemed to be in a bower of green. The palace is small, and the gardens are the sight really worth seeing. There is a great variety in them; terraces, covered walls, labyrinths, and bowers. But the great sight is the kiosk with its large reservoir of water. "See!" Lucy exclaimed, "see! the water comes through those animals' mouths." "They are crocodiles, Lucy," Hugh said; "marble crocodiles; and look at the arcade. Do let us walk all round." We did so. It was a charming arcade: on one side the water, on the other the gardens, from which the most fragrant perfumes filled the air around us. "It is like fairy-land," said Lucy, as she danced along the arcade. "The young lady is delighted with it now," said Mohammed; "but she would think it much more beautiful if she could see it when the lamps are lighted and the fountains are playing." "When can we see that?" Lucy asked. But Mohammed told us that this can only be seen on fine nights when the pacha and his household are assembled here; and that no Christian is admitted. "Not even a small one like me?" Lucy suggested. No, not even the smallest one, Mohammed assured her; not if she were as small as a grasshopper. The gardeners brought us beautiful bouquets and quantities of oranges; and we walked about or rested on the divans in the arcade till it was time to go home. In the evening we read the following story of the massacre of the Mamelukes to Hugh and Lucy:--