’Tis the custom of the _Turkish Bashaws_, some Days before their Fast, (which we call _Lent_) to make a public Feast or Entertainment for all Comers, none are excluded; yet generally none but Servants, Friends, and Relations come. There is a Napkin made of Leather, spread over a long Tapestry on the Ground, full of Dishes; the Table will hold abundance of Guests; the _Bashaw_ himself sits at the upper end, and the choicest Guests next to him, and then the ordinary Guests, in Ranks, till the Table be full. It will not hold all at once, but some stand by till others have din’d, which they do with great Decency and Silence; and then drinking a draught of Honey diluted with Water, salute their Landlord, and away they go. In their Places, others sit down, and a third Class after them; the Servants still taking off the old Dishes and setting on new. A certain _Bashaw_ making such a Feast, invited a _Sinziack_ to sit next to him; an old Man of the Sect which the _Turks_ call _Hogies_, (_i. e._ Learned Men) sat next to him. This _Hogi_ seeing such plenty of Victuals before him, had a mind to carry home some to his Wife, after he had filled his own Belly; but looking for his Handkerchief to fill it with Victuals, he found he had left it at home; being then in a straight, he bethought himself, and resolv’d to fill his Sleeve that hang’d on his Back; but, mistaken the _Sinziack_’s for his own, he stuft it full of Dainties, and stops it in with a piece of Bread that nothing might fall out. He was not to touch his Sleeve till he had laid his Hands on his Breast or Thigh, and so saluted his Entertainer, as their Custom is; when he had done that, he took up his own Sleeve and finds it empty, at which he was much amaz’d, and return’d home very sad. A while after, the _Sinziack_ also rose from the Table, and having saluted the _Bashaw_ at every Step, his Sleeve cast out the Dainties it was replenished with, unknown to him; and seeing a train of Junkets behind him, he blush’d for shame. The Company fell a laughing, but the _Bashaw_ imagining how it came to pass, desired him to sit down again, and so he sent for the _Hogi_, and when he came, he accosted him thus: _I wonder that you, an old Friend, and having a Wife and Children at home, did carry home nothing to them, seeing my Table was so well furnished._ _Truly, Sir_, said he, _’twas no Fault of mine; but of my Evil ~Genius~; for I stuff’d my Sleeve with Viands, and yet, when I came out, I found it empty._ Thus the _Sinziack_ was cleared, and the Disappointment of the _Hogi_, together with the Novelty of the Case, occasioned no small Laughter throughout all the Company. But to return to _Bajazet_.