In which Verses, the Poet seems to intimate the Shallowness of that River for want of Water. For though it is a great and famous River, yet, in most Places it is fordable: For, I remember, in my return from _Constantinople_, we forded over it near _Philippopolis_, to an Island on the other Side, where we lay in Tents all Night; but it happened, that the Waters swelled that Night by reason of Rain, that next Morning we could not repass the River, to come into the Road, without a great deal of Trouble. The City of _Philippopolis_ is situate on one of the three little Hills, disjoyned, and, as it were, rent from the rest of the Mountains, and is, as the Grace of those little Hillocks. While we were at _Philippopolis_, we saw Rice growing like Wheat, in the watry and marshy Grounds. The whole Plain, about the Town, is full of little round Hills of Earth, which the _Turks_ say, were raised on Purpose, as Monuments of the frequent Battles fought in those Fields, and the Graves such as were slain there. From hence, leaving the River _Hebrus_ something on the Right, and Mount _Hæmus_, which runs forth into _Pontus_, on the left, at last we passed over the _Hebrus_ on a famous Bridge, made by _Mustapha_, and so came to _Hadrianople_, which the _Turks_ call _Endrene_. This City was formerly called _Orestia_, before the Emperor _Hadrian_ inlarged it, and called it by his own Name. It is seated at the confluence of the River _Mariza_ or _Hebrus_, and the two small Currents of _Thinsa_ and _Harda_, which there meeting in a joint Stream run into the _Egean Sea_. This City is not very large within the Walls; but, if you take in the Suburbs, and the Buildings which the _Turks_ have added without, it is very capacious.