a numberless multitude of soldiers ranged themselves under our standards. On the nights between Tuesday and Wednesday, our enemies abandoned their camp with all their baggage, and inarched towards Damietta : in spite of the obscurity of the night, we pursued them, and thirty thousand of them were left dead on the field, not including those who precipitated themselves into the Nile. We have beside slain onr very numerous prisoners, and thrown their bodies into the same river. Their king had retreated to Minieh: he has implored our clemency, and we have granted him his life, and paid him all the honours due to his rank. W e have regained Damietta/' The sultan, with this letter, sent the king's cap, which had fallen in the combat : it was of scarlet, lined with a fine fur. The governor of Damascus put the king's cap on his own head when he read to the public the sultan's letter. A poet made these verses on the occasion : "The cap of the French was whiter than paper: our sabres have dyed it with the blood of the enemy, and have changed its colour." The gloomy and retired life the sultan led bad irritated the minds of his people. He had no confidence but in a certain number of favourites, whom he had brought with him from Huns-Keifa, and whom he had invested with the principal offices of the state, in the room of the ancient ministers of his father. Above all, he shewed a decided hatred to the Mamelukes, although they had contributed so greatly to the last victory. His debaucheries exhausted his revenue ; and, to supply the deficiencies, he forced the sultana Chegeret-Eddur to render him an account of the riches of his father. The sultana, in alarm, implored the protection of the Mamelukes, representing to them the services she had done the state in very difficult times, and the ingratitude of Touran-Chah* who was indebted to her for the crown he wore. These slaves, already irritated against. Touran-Chah, did. not hesitate to take the part of the sultana, and resolved to assassinate the prince. To exeoute this design, they fixed on the moment when he was at table ; Bibars-Elbondukdari gave him the first blow with his sabre, and, though he parried it with his hand, he lost his fingers. He then fled to the tower whioh he had built on the banks of the Nile, and: which was bui a