The City of the Sultan; and Domestic Manners of the Turks, in 1836, Vol. 1 (of 2)Pardoe, Miss (Julia)
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The City of the Sultan; and Domestic Manners of the Turks, in 1836, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Pardoe, Miss (Julia)
Turkey -- Social life and customs
A New Rejoicing—Scholastic Processions—Change in the
Valley—The Odalique’s Grave—The Palace of Eyoub—The State
Apartments—Return to Pera 509
ILLUSTRATIONS.
PAGE
Chapel of the Turning Dervishes _Frontispiece._
The Maiden’s Tower _Vignette Title-page._
Military College 196
Palace of the Sweet Waters 324
A Street in Pera 361
Column of Constantine and Egyptian Tripod 407
The Seven Towers 421
THE CITY OF THE SULTAN.
CHAPTER I.
The Golden Horn—Stamboul in Snow—The Seraï
Bournou—Scutari—Galata—First View of Constantinople—St.
Sophia and Solimaniè—Pera—Domestication of Aquatic
Birds—Sounds at Sea—Caïques—Oriental Grouping—Armenian
Costume—Reforms of Sultan Mahmoud—Dervishes—Eastern
Jews—Evening—Illuminated Minarets—Romance _versus_
Reason—Pain at Parting—Custom House of Galata—The East
_versus_ the West—Reminiscences of Marseillois
Functionaries—The British Consul at Marseilles—The
Light-house at Syra—The Frank Quarter—Diplomatic
Atmosphere—Straw Huts—Care of the Turks for Animals—A Scene
from Shakspeare.
It was on the 30th of December, 1835, that we anchored in the Golden
Horn; my long-indulged hopes were at length realized, and the Queen of
Cities was before me, throned on her peopled hills, with the silver
Bosphorus, garlanded with palaces, flowing at her feet!
It was with difficulty that I could drag myself upon deck after the
night of intense suffering which I had passed in the sea of Marmora,
and, when I did succeed in doing so, the vessel was already under the
walls of the Seraglio garden, and advancing rapidly towards her
anchorage. The atmosphere was laden with snow, and I beheld Stamboul for
the first time clad in the ermine mantle of the sternest of seasons.
Yet, even thus, the most powerful feeling that unravelled itself from
the chaos of sensations which thronged upon me was one of unalloyed
delight. How could it be otherwise? I seemed to look on fairy-land—to
behold the embodiment of my wildest visions—to be the denizen of a new
world.
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