We staid but one Day at _Hadrianople_, and then went forward on the last Stage of our Journey towards _Constantinople_. In my Way thither there grew abundance of _Narcissus’s Hyacinth’s_, and (as the _Turks_ call them) _Tulips_, which we beheld, not without Admiration, that in the midst of Winter, which is not favourable to such Flowers in other Countries, the Ground should be so garnished by them. As for _Narcissus’s_, and _Hyacinths_, all _Greece_ abound with them; and they are so odoriferous, that, by reason of their Multitude, they are offensive to those Heads that are unaccustomed to such Kind of Smells. But the _Tulip_, hath little or no Smell, but its gaudiness and party-colouredness is its greatest Commendation. The _Turks_ are great Admirers of Flowers, so that, though they are Parsimonious enough in other Cases, yet for a stately Flower, they will not scruple to give some _Aspers_. And the Truth is, these kind of Flowers, though they were presented to me as a Gift, yet they cost me a great deal of Money; for some _Aspers_ were always expelled in requital. Neither is there any other way of treating with a _Turk_, but by opening the Purse-strings, as soon as any _Christian_ comes among them; neither must he think to shut them again, till he go out of their Country: While he is there, he must scatter his Coin, and if he get no other Advantage by it, yet it makes them more tractable. For the _Turks_ are so ill-natured, and such under-valuers of all Nations but their own, that without this Open-handedness, there were no more living among them, for Strangers, than in the most desolate and uninhabited Places, by reason of the excessiveness either of Cold or Heat; but with the Bait of Liberality, you may catch a _Turk_ at any Time. About the mid-way between _Hadrianople_ and _Constantinople_, there is a little Town, called _Chiurli_, memorable for the _Overthrow_ which _Selimus_ received in a Battle against his Father _Bajazet_, out of which he escaped by the Swiftness of his Horse, called _Carabonluch_, i. e. a _Black Cloud_, and so fled to the _Cham_, or the _Precopeian Tartar_, who was his Father-in-Law. Before we came to _Selimbria_, which is a Town standing on the Sea-side in our Way, we saw the Ruins of an old Wall and Ditch, which were made by the later Emperors of _Greece_, which reached from that Sea to the _Danow_, to secure all that was contained within that Fortification to the _Constantinopolitans_, against the Incursions of the _Barbarians_; and there goes a Story, that when that Wall was a Building, a certain old Man delivered his Opinion to his Wife, _viz._ That that Wall would not so much secure what was within it, from the Hands of the Infidels, as it would expose and subject it to their Rage and Fury, in regard it would add Courage to the _Barbarians_ to assault it, and weaken the Courage of the _Grecians_ to defend it.