A pilgrimage to the temples and tombs of Egypt, Nubia, and ...

60 THE CITADEL.
of all sorts of eatables arc innumerable, and their
cries add to the Babel-like clamour that almost
deafens and bewilders one. To add to our con-
fusion this morning, one of our donkey-men had
evidently been indulging in Hashliish; and its
exhilarating effects had so maddened him with
merriment, that his songs and shouts of laughter
attracted a crowd after us, whose enjoyment of
his wild jokes was to the full as noisy as him-
self.
Our first visit was to the citadel, where the
renowned Sultan Saladin (whose name is familiar
to every English child, as the opponent of Rich-
ard Coeur de Lion, in his crusade to the Holy
Land,) once held his court. The remains of his
palace, now consisting only of some fine frag-
ments of antique granite columns, probably
brought from Memphis or Heliopolis, and
known by the name of " Joseph's Hall," are
still to be seen; and I noticed amongst the
rubbish some shattered granite blocks covered
with hieroglyphics, which proves that the an-
tique monuments of the Pharaohs and the Pto-
lemies had been rifled to furnish materials for
the construction of the Sultan's palace. An-
other memorial of Saladin is Joseph's Well, like-
wise in the citadel, and by some travellers erro-