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A SENSIBLE HORSE.
ing into the air, instantly gives chase, can exist a long time out of water, and soon gains on the fish-hawk ; each which its nocturnal migrations prove, exerts his utmost to mount above the though probably a certain degree of other, displaying, in these rencontres, moisture on the grass is necessary to the most elegant and sublime aerial evo- enable it to do this. That they do wanlutions. The unencumbered eagle ra- der from one place to another is evident. pidly advances, and is just on the point I have been informed, upon the authorof reaching his opponent, when, with a ity of a nobleman well known for his sudden scream, probably of despair and attachment to field sports, that, if an honest execration, the latter drops his eel is found on land, its lead is inva. fish; the eagle, poising himself for a riably turned towards the sea, for which moment, as if to take a more certain it is always observed to make in the most aim, descends like a whirlwind, snatches direct line possible. If this information it in his grasp ere it reaches the water, is correct (and there seems no reason to and bears his ill-gotten booty silently doubt it), it shews that the eel, like the away to the woods.
swallow, is possessed of strong migratory instinct.
An annual migration of young eels takes place in the river
Thames in the month of May; and they We do not think the records of instinct have generally made their appearance at ever contained a more extraordinary in Kingston, in their way upwards, about stance than that we are now about to the second week in that month. These relate, and for the truth whereof many young eels are about two inches in respectable witnesses pledge themselves. length, and they make their approach in Some time since, Mr. J. Lane, of Fas- one regular and undeviating column of comb, Gloucestershire, on his return about five inches in breadth, and as thick home, turned his horse into a field in together as it is possible for them to be. which it had been accustomed to graze.
As this overland procession of eels geneA few days before this, it had been shod rally lasts two or three days, and as they all fours, but unluckily had been pinch- appear to move at the rate of nearly two ed in the shoeing of one foot. In the miles and a half an hour, some idea may morning Mr. Lane missed the horse, be formed of their enormous number. and caused an active search to be made in the vicinity, when the following singular circumstance transpired. The
WOMAN. animal, as may be supposed, feeling lame, made his way out of the field, by unhanging the gate with his mouth, and went straight to the same farrier's shop, in soft submission and fall homage free,
Ah! who can see fair Woman lend to man, a distance of a mile and a half. The
The sum of all her powers unasked, nor feel farrier had no sooner opened his shed The need of such sweet comforter, the joy than the horse, which had evidently been
Of being her protector, the high mark
Of all her earthly hopes, her world entire, standing there some time, advanced to
Centre and continent of all she owns ? the forge, and held up the ailing foot. This creature beautiful, this finer part The farrier instantly began to examine
Or our coarse nature, claims not half vor smiles, the hoof, discovered the injury, took off Let wipes off all our tears ; she is the rose, the shoe, and replaced it more carefully, The hope, the pride, the honour: to our side on which the horse immediately turned She grows, its ornament supreme, and holds about, and set off at a merry pace for Among all nations, as her best loved due, his well-known pasture.
The very dearest title tongue can name
“Mother!"-Oh! sacred sound! whose endless Lane's servants were on the search, they charm chanced to pass by the forge, and on
Is felt wherever throbs a heart humane; mentioning their supposed loss, the far. Thy echo lives among the very stars,
And tongues of beaven repeat thee, wondering rier replied, “0, he has been here and That abject earth bath aught of such a price. shod, and gone home again;" which, on And could lean Envy hold a seat above, their returning, they found to be the
Tbou wert ber only mark below.
EELS TRAVELLING OVER LAND.
Two travellers having been robbed in
a wood, and tied to trees at some disThe eel (says Mr. Jesse, in his tance from each other, one of them in “ Gleanings in Natural History'') is despair exclaimed, “Oh! I'm undone!" evidently a link between the fish and “ Are you?” said the other, “ Then I the serpent; but, unlike the former, it wish you'd come and undo me.”
BY N. P. WILLIS.
SKETCHES OF TURKEY. cup of the fragrant Turkish coffee, we
seated ourselves on the matted bench No. II.
beside him, and, entering into conversation, my friend and he were soon upon
the most courteous terms. He laid down Scutari—
Tomb of the Sultana Validé-- Mosque his last and accepted a proffered narghilé, of the Howling Dervishes-A Clerical Shoemaker-Visit to a Turkish Cemetery-Bird's- and, between the heavily-drawn puffs of eye view of Stamboul and its environs-- the bubbling vase, gave us some informaSeraglio-point--The Seven Towers.
tion respecting his order, of which the PULLED over to Scutari in a caique, for peculiarity that most struck me was a law a day's ramble. The Chrysopolis, the compelling them to follow some secular“golden city of the ancients, forms the profession. In this point, at least, they Asian side of the bay, and, though are more apostolic than the clergy of reckoned generally as a part of Con- christendom. Whatever may be the stantinople, is in itself a large and dervish's excellence as a mender of populous capital. It is built on a hill, souls,” thought I as I took up the last, very bold upon the side washed by the and looked at the stitching of the bright sea of Marmora, but leaning toward the new patch, (may I get well out of this seraglio, on the opposite shore, with the sentence without a pun!) I doubt whether grace of a lady (Asia) bowing to her there is a divine within the christian partner, (Europe). You will find the pale who could turn out so pretty a simile very beautifully elaborated in the piece of work in any corresponding callfirst chapter of “ The Armenians.” ing. Our coffee drunk and our chi
Westrolled through the bazaar awhile, bouques smoked to ashes, we took leave meeting, occasionally, a caravan of tired of our papoosh-mending friend, who laid and dusty merchants, coming in from his hand on his breast, and said, with Asia, some with Syrian horses, and some the expressive phraseology of the east, with dusky, Nubian slaves, following “ You shall be welcomed again.” barefoot, in their blankets; and, emerg- We entered the gloomy shadow of the ing from the crowded street upon a vast cemetery, and found its cool and square, we stopped a moment to look at damp air a grateful exchange for the the cemetery and gilded fountains of a sunshine. The author of Anastasius noble mosque.
Close to the street, gives a very graphic description of this defended by a railing of gilt iron, and place, throwing in some horrors, however, planted about closely with cypresses, for which he is indebted to his admirable stands a small temple of airy architecture, imagination. I never was in a more supported on four slender columns, and agreeable place for a summer-morning's enclosed by a net of gilt wire, forming a lounge, and, as I sat down on a turbaned spacious aviary. Within sleeps the head-stone, near the tomb of Mahomet Sultana Validé. Her costly monument, the second's horse, and indulged in a elaborately inscribed in red and gold, train of reflections arising from the occupies the area of this poetical sepul- superior distinction of the brute’s ashes chre; small, sweet-scented shrubs half over those of his master, I could remembury it in their rich flowers, and birds of ber no place, except Plato's Academy the gayest plumage flutter and sing above at Athens, where I had mused so absoher in their beautiful prison. If the lutely at my ease. soul of the departed sultana is still sus- We strolled on. A slender and elegantceptible of sentiment, she must look down ly-carved slab, capped with a small turwith some complacency upon the dispo- ban, fretted and gilt, arrested my atten. sition of her “mortal coil." I have not tion. " It is the tomb," said my seen so fanciful a grave in my travels. companion, of one of the ichoglans or
We ascended the hill to the mosque of sultan's pages. The peculiar turban is the Howling Dervishes. It stands at the distinctive of his rank, and the inscripedge of the great cemetery of Scutari, tion says, he died at eighteen, after having the favourite burial-place of the Turks. seen enough of the world! Similar sentiThe self-torturing worship of this sin- ments are to be found on almost every gular class of devotees takes place only stone. Close by stood the ambitious on a certain day of the week, and we cenotaph of a former pasha of Widin, found the gates closed. A small café with a swollen turban, crossed with folds stood opposite, sheltered by large plane- of gold, and a footstone painted and trees, and on a bench, at the door, sat a carved, only less gorgeously than the dervish, employed in the unclerical voca. other; and under his name and titles tion of mending slippers. Calling for a was written, “ I enjoyed not the world."
Farther on, we stopped at the black- and pouring through the city like a broad banded turban of a cadi, and read again, river, studded with ships; and, in the underneath, "I took no pleasure in this palace-lined and hill-sheltered Bosphoevil world.” You would think the Turks rus, the sultan's fleet at anchor, the a philosophizing people, judging by these lofty men-of-war flaunting their blood posthumous declarations; but one need red flags, and thrusting their tapering not 'travel to learn that tombstones are spars almost into the balconies of the sad liars.
fairy dwellings, and among the bright The cemetery of Scutari.covers as foliage of the terraced gardens above much ground as a city. - Its black cy- them. Could a scene be more strangely press pall spreads away over hill and and beautifully mingled ! dale, and terminates, at last, on a long But sit down upon this silky grass, point projecting into Marmora, as if it and let us listen to my polyglot friend, would pour into the
sea the dead it could while he explains the details of the pano longer cover. From the Armenian norama. village, immediately above, it forms a First, clear over the sea of Marmora, dark, and not unpicturesque foreground you observe a snow-white cloud resting to a brilliant picture of the gulf of Ni- on the edge of the horizon. That is comedia and the clustering Princes' Olympus. Within sight of his snowy Islands. With the economy of room summit, and along toward the extremity which the Turks practise in their bury- of this long line of eastern bills, lie By, ing-grounds, laying the dead, literally thinia, Phrygia, Cappadocia, Paphlaside by side, and the immense extent of gonia, and the whole scene of the aposthis forest of cypresses, it is probable that tles' travels in Asia Minor; and just at on no one spot on the earth are so many his feet, if you will condescend to be of the human race gathered together. modern, lies Brusa, famous for its silks,
We wandered about among the tombs and one of the most populous and thrivtill we began to desire to see the cheerful ing of the sultan's cities. Returning light of day, and, crossing toward the over Marmora by the Princes' Islands, height of Bulgurlu, commenced its at the western extremity of Constanascent, with the design of descending by tinople, stands the fortress of the Seven the other side of the Bosphorus, and Towers, where fell the Emperor Conreturning, by caique, to the city. Walk- stantine Palæologos, where Othman the ing leisurely on between fields of the second was strangled, where refractory brightest ealtivation, we passed, half way ambassadors are left to come to their up, a small and rural serai, the summer senses and the sultan's terms, and where, residence of Esmeh Sultana, the younger in short, that “zealous public butcher,”'. sister of the sultan, and soon after stood, the seraskier, cuts any Gordian knot well breathed, on the lofty summit of that may tangle his political meshes; Bulgurlu. The constantly-occurring sair- and here was the famous Golden Gate," gahs, or small grass platforms for spreading attended no more by its “fifty porters the carpet and “taking kaif,” shew how with white wands,” and its crowds of well the Turks appreciate the advantages “ichoglans and mutes, turban-keepers, of a position, commanding, perhaps, nail-cutters and slipper-bearers," as in views unparalleled in the world for their the days of the Selims. extraordinary beauty. But let us take Between the Seven Towers and the breath and look around us.
Golden Horn you may count the “seven We stood some three miles back from hills” of ancient Stamboul, the towering the Bosphorus, perhaps a thousand feet arches of the aqueduct of Valens, crossing above its level. There lay Constanti- from one to the other, and the swelling nople! The“ temptation of Satan" could dome and gold-tipped minarets of a not have been more sublime. It seemed hundred imperial mosques crowning and as if all the “ kingdoms of the earth” surrounding their summits. What an were swept confusedly to the borders of orient look do those gallery-bound and the two continents. From Seraglio sky-piercing shafts give to the varied Point, seven miles down the coast of picture ! Roumelia, the eye followed a continued There is but one “ Seraglio Point” in wall; and from the same Point, twenty the world. Look at that tapering cape, miles up the Bosphorus, on either shore, shaped like a lady's foot, projecting from stretched one crowded and unbroken Stamboul toward the shore of Asia, and city! The star-shaped bay in the midst, dividing the bay from the sea of Marcrowded with flying boats; the Golden mora. It is cut off from the rest of the Horn sweeping from behind the hills, city, you observe, by a high wall, flanked with towers, and the circumference of
MR. H: the whole seraglio may be three miles. OR BEWARE OF A BAD NAME. But what a gem of beauty it is! In what varied foliage its unapproachable Never had the tranquillity of the palaces are buried; and how exquisitely beautiful little village of M-, in Somergleam from the midst of the bright leaves setshire, been so put to the rout as it its gilded cupolas, its gay balconies, its was a little before noon on the thirairy belvideres, and its glittering domes! tieth day of May, anno domini 1810. And mark the height of those dark and The weather was warm for the season, arrowy cypresses, shooting from every but delightfully pleasant; thanks to a corner of its imperial gardens, and throw- cloudless sky, a bright sun, and just ing their deep shadows on every bright breeze enough to keep the air fresh, and cluster of foliage, and every gilded lattice the foliage in motion, and the Æolian of the sacred enclosure. They seem to harp in Isabel Hartley's boudoir in the remind one, that amid all its splendour full tide of its wild and mysterious harand with all its secluded retirement, this mony. The girls and boys of the village gorgeous sanctuary of royalty has been were all at the school; the men out at stained, from its first appropriation by work in the fields; the housewives busy the monarchs of the east till now, with over their cooking; and, in short, the the blood of victims to the ambition of most profound quiet reigned through the its changing masters. The cypresses place, unbroken, save by the barber's are still young over the graves of an ambitious fiddle, the drone of old Goody uncle and brother, whose cold murder Smith's spinning-wheel, and the roysterwithin those lovely precincts, prepared ing uproar kept up by a party of hardthe throne for the present sultan. . The drinking ducks that used to meet every seraglio, no longer the residence of day to talk over the news, in the shade Mahmoud bimself, is at present occupied of the willows that drooped with their by his children, two noble boys, of whom long pendulous branches over the pond one, by the usual system, must fall a in front of the Arundel Arms, the head sacrifice to the security of the other. inn of the village. On a sudden the ge
Keeping on toward the Black Sea, we neral calm was disturbed by the rattling cross the Golden Horn to Pera, the of wheels over the smooth macadamized European and diplomatic quarter of the road, and the clatter of horses' feet-the city. The high hill on which it stands unexpected noises increased, and in anoverlooks all Constantinople; and along other minute, up to the door of the Arunits ridge toward the beautiful cemetery del Arms whirled a neat, new, dashing on the brow, runs the principal street of curricle with two horses, followed by two the Franks, the promenade of dragoman mounted grooms in a rich, though not exquisites, and the Bond-street of shops conspicuous, livery. and belles. Here meet, on the narrow There is something wonderful—almost pavè, the veiled Armenian, who would supernatural—in the celerity with which die with shame to shew her chin to a the tidings of an arrival are spread stranger, and the wife of the European through the population of your small merchant, in a Paris hat and short pet- quiet villages, where such an event is of ticoats, mutually each other's sincere unfrequent occurrence; the knowledge horror. Here the street is somewhat becomes universal in spaces of time so cleaner, the dogs somewhat less anti- exceedingly brief, that it seems to be the Christian, and hat and trowsers some- result rather of intuition than of any aswhat less objects of contempt. It is a certained mode of communication. Such poor abortion of a place, withal, neither was the case in the present instance. Turkish nor Christian ; and nobody who From the gate at the Londonward end of could claim a shelter for his head else- the main street to the door of the Arunwhere, would take the whole of its slate- del Arms, was a ride of only a few micoloured and shingled palaces as a gift. nutes, and yet its passage was witnessed
Just beyond is the mercantile suburb by more than two-thirds of the populaof Galata, which your dainty diplomatist tion. The women abandoned their ketwould not write on his card for an em- tles and spits to their own devices, and bassy, but for which, as being honestly ran to the door to see who was coming; what it calls itself, I entertain a certain Goody Smith's wheel was hushed; the respect, wanting in my opinion of its barber ran, fiddle in hand, to the corner, mongrel neighbour. Heavy gates divide for his shop was a short distance down a these different quarters of the city, and cross street; the windows of the schoolif you would pass after sunset, you must house were thronged with clustering anoint the hinges with a piastre. heads piled tier above tier; the village
milliner and her four apprentices dropped pressed, observed that they considered their unfinished bonnets and caps; the their master's name to be none of their blacksmith suffered his iron to cool; the business, with a manner so marked, that apothecary broke off short in the very the questioners could not but take the act of making up a prescription; and hint, and abandon their efforts in that even the half-pay lieutenant, the fat quarter. Speculation was on the alert in curate, the retired cheesemonger, and every direction, and all sorts of conjecthe parish clerk, who had assembled as
were thrown out as modes of usual in the tap-room of the Arundel accounting for the remarkable circumArms to discuss the County Gazette, stance. Some would have it that there over a pipe and a cool tankard, brought was a bet in the case; others that it was their debate to an abrupt close and sal- merely a whim; other again invented a lied out into the porch—where the land- long and plausible story about a strange lord was already standing in fearful hope will, under which Mr. H had come to of a guest, and prompt to receive the his fortune upon condition of taking that occupant of the approaching vehicle with letter or aspirate for his only appellative; a degree of attention adequate to his and a few old dealers in scandal shook distinguished appearance. It was not their heads with an ominous look, and every day that a curricle with out-riders muttered dark hints to the effect that was to be seen in the village of M—. there must be something wrong in the
A week had now passed away, and business. As for the party himself, he still the curricle and the four horses re, had taken the first occasion to let all the mained at the Arundel Arms; but the world know that the subject was one on proprietor had installed himself and his which he did not choose to be questioned. servants in lodgings. He had taken the One of his first visits was at the Hall, four best rooms in the house of the widow about a mile from the village, where lived Johnson ; furnished them anew, and in Squire Hartley; the father of that same a style that amazed the whole village; Isabel whose Æolian harp has already and was understood to intend making a been mentioned. He had presented long stay in M—. He was rich; and himself at the Hall with an introduction paid, not like a prince, for those gentle- from the squire's very particular friend, men often pay only in promises, but Sir Egerton Martyn, of Egerton House, with an unquestioning and most agree in the county of York; and the high able liberality; young, handsome, and ac- terms in which he was spoken of in the complished, gay and polite to the highest letter, had secured for him a degree of pitch of refinement. In short, the man consideration which was confirmed by his was a paragon, and never were the peo- own striking appearance, elegant manple in and about M—. so delighted ners and sensible conversation. He was, with either woman or man, as with the of course, invited to dinner; and on lord of the new curricle. He had a arriving at the Hall on the appointed particular faculty of making himself day, found a large party assembled to acquainted with everybody; and by the meet him. end of the first week of his stay, was on Among the guests there was a foxvisiting terms, not only with every hunting gentleman of the neighbourhood, family of the least note in the village, who had already taken infinite pains to but with all the neighbouring gentry solve the mystery of the stranger's name, within a circuit of twenty miles. There and now, having well fortified himself was but one thing that diminished in the with the courage of port and champagne, slightest degree the general satisfaction very soon after the cloth was removed and even delight felt and expressed at commenced a series of jesting interrogathe presence, manners and conduct of the tions, in which there was more of point new-comer; and this was the mystery than politeness, ending at last in a direct, in which, for some reason or other, he and as some thought, impertinent query thought proper to envelope his birth, as to the real cognomen, of which H was parentage and connexions. It was very supposed to be nothing more than the remarkable, but nevertheless a fact, that initial. The attack was parried with he choose to be known simply as Mr. H; great address and good-humour, so long and all efforts were vain to discover the as it was kept within admissible bounds; remaining vowels and consonants that but when the last point-blank interrogamade up his legitimate appellation. His tion was put, there was a decided change servants were skilfully pumped, but to no both of tone and manner, and the reply purpose; they protested that they were was such as to put a stop to all questioning no wiser than those by whom they were on the subject. questioned, and on being still farther “My name, sir,” he said, " as you