The ruler of Zanzibar—or "Sultan," as he is called here,
although he is not even an independent Prince—has been dragged about London all the week, and is supposed to like the process. According to the reporters, he is most struck with the size of London, with the shipping, with the kindness of the people, with the "beaming faces" of the Prince of Wales's children, and with the music. He seems to have a good deal of dignity, antinuch of the Arab tact, receiving Missionary deputations, for betance, with graciousness, as people useful for the conversion of heathen blacks. He quite patronised the Archbishop of Canterbury, sug- gesting, it is said, that his clergy would be welcome in Zanzibar, be- cause there they might embrace the true faith, and be may possibly entertain the idea of sending a few Mohammedan missionaries to convert the English. If they were white and knew English, they might have as much success as the Mormons, and a guard of English Muissulmans would be a formidable addition to the strength of any Asiatic kingdom.
