fifth Port or Gate, where is built a Room, though it is only rafter’d, whence you may have the Diversion of seeing the Fish catch’d; as it is also a kind of Repository, where the _Grand Seignor’s_ Fishermen lay up their Tackle. I would observe by the By, that though all the Hills of _Constantinople_ afford a very pleasing Prospect, yet there is none which entertains you with such peculiar Delectation as the first Hill, where the _Sultan_ lives in a licentious and luxurious manner. He has before him, whether he is walking in his Gardens, or in his Chambers of the _Seraglio_, a full View of the _Bosporus_ and both its Shores, which are green, and flourishing with Woods belonging to the neighbouring Farms. On the right Hand he beholds a spacious Field of _Chalcedon_, cover’d with his own Gardens; he sees the _Propontis_, Islands without Number, and the woody Mountains of _Asia_. If he looks at an immense Distance, behind him he beholds the _Olympus_ always cloath’d in Snow. If he takes a shorter Prospect, he views before him the Wonders of his own City, the Church of St. _Sophia_ and the _Hippodrom_. If he casts his Eyes to the left Hand, he beholds the seven Hills on which the City is seated, and more remotely, he looks round the unmeasurable spacious Fields of _Thracia_. If he extends his Prospect over the Seas, he views a moving Scene of Ships passing and repassing before him; some sailing from the _Hellespont_, or the _Black Sea_, others again coming into his Port from all the Coasts of the _Propontis_, while other Vessels at the same time are sailing up and down the Bay of _Ceras_, where there are also abundance of Wherries and small Boats always oaring from Side to Side. And if he looks below him, he has the agreeable Pleasure of beholding the three Sides of the first Hill, dressed with Trees, Flowers and Plants of all Kinds. But he has not only a fine Prospect from the Palace, but is entertain’d with several delightful _Visto’s_ from the Top of the Gardens rising on the Hills. If he has an Inclination to take a View of his _Seraglio_, from that Point of Land which projects so far into the Sea, and which, as I observ’d, divided the _Bosporus_; here he beholds it in all its Glory, strengthen’d with large Pillars of Marble, and fann’d with gentle refreshing Breezes, where he often sits with small Osier Lattices before him; so that, like another _Gyges_, he discerns all that sail near him, though he himself is visible to none: And if at any time he is weary of the Company of his Domesticks, he can divert himself with the ridiculous Drollery of the Watermen, when fixing their Oars and Boat-poles to the Shore, they tug against the violent Stream of the _Bosporus_, which is much more rapid than the _Rhone_. Without the _Seraglio_ stands the Church of St. _Sophia_, which is about seventy Paces distant from the Gate of the first Court. ’Tis situate on the Brow of the first Hill, upon an Eminence that