resisted all the physicians. None of them seemed to understand it, or how to treat it. Yet even now he would not spare himself. Justice must be administered and petitions considered. To satisfy the universal desire to see him he held public receptions, to which everybody was admitted. Poets came and sang the praise of him who "spread the wings of justice over all, and rained down boons on his people from the clouds of his munificence." Not a wise performance for one suffering from indigestion, lassitude and weakness. With the passing of the winter his condition had become so much worse he could no longer receive visitors. The Cadi, one of the few privileged friends, found he no longer had the buoyant spirits which had seemed a part of his nature. His appetite was gone and he moved with difficulty. Yet his old will was still working and he insisted upon going out to meet a caravan of pilgrims bound for Mecca. This was near the close of February and the weather was cold and wet. Yet, through some carelessness he had not been provided with the quilted tunic he was wont to wear. Apparently, he was not aware of this until the Cadi, ever watchful, asked him the cause of its absence. It could not be found and the crowd, which had streamed out joyously to look upon him, impeded his return to the palace. The Cadi apprehensive of evil forced a way through the gardens, and brought him home. It was his last contact with the outside world. After a lingering, painful struggle, he died on March 4,1193.