A fifth stepped forward with intrepidity, and with an air of confidence demanded the reward of her late husband’s services, who was an aga of the Janissaries, and lost his life under the walls of Matatras. The Sultan turn’d his ring on her, but to no purpose. Her Toy was mute. “I must own,” says the African author, who had seen her, “that she was so ugly, that the bystanders would be astonished, if her Toy had anything to say.”

Mangogul was got to the sixth, and here are the express words of her Toy. “Truly, it well becomes madam,” meaning her, whose Toy was obstinately silent, “to solicit pensions, while she lives upon the poule, keeps a brelan table which brings her in three thousand sequins a year, makes private suppers at the expense of the gamesters, and received six hundred sequins from Osman, to draw me to one of these suppers, where the treacherous Osman⁠—”