they wished me all happiness, and departed. The Truth is, unless I had been told before, they were _Janizaries_, I should have thought them to have been a kind of _Turkish_ Monks, or Fellows of some College or other amongst them. Yet these are the _Janizaries_ that carry such a Terror with them wheresoever they come. Some _Turks_ supp’d with me often at _Buda_, and were mightily taken with the delicious sweetness of my Wine: It is a Liquor that they have but little of in _Turkey_, and therefore, they more greedily desire it, and drink it more profusely, when once they come where it is. They continued Carousing till late at Night, but afterwards I grew weary of the Sport, and therefore rose from Table, and went to my Chamber; but as for Them, they went away sad, because they had not their full Swing at the Goblet, but were able to stand upon their Feet. As soon as I was gone, they sent a Youth after me, desiring me to let them have their Fill of Wine, and that I would lend them my Silver Cups to drink it in; for they were willing, by my Leave, to sit at it all Night in some Corner or other of the House. I granted their Request, and ordered so much Wine to be given them, as they desired, with Bowls to drink it in. Being thus accommodated, they tippled it out so long, till they were even Dead-drunk, and tumbling down, lay fast asleep upon the Ground. You must know, that it is a great Crime in _Turkey_ to drink Wine, especially for those who are well stricken in Years; as for the Younger Sort, they think the Offence to be more Venial, and therefore more excusable in them. But seeing they expect no less Punishment, after Death, for drinking a little Wine, than if they drank ever so much, when once they have tasted of that Liquor, they go on to drink more and more; for having once incurr’d the Penalty of their Law, now, they think, they may Sin _gratis_, and account Drunkenness as a Matter of Gain. This Opinion, and others more absurd than This, do the _Turks_ hold concerning Wine, of which, I will give you a remarkable Instance: I saw an Old Man at _Constantinople_, who, after he had taken a Cup of Wine in his Hand to Drink, us’d first to make a hideous Noise; I asked his Friends, Why he did so? They answered me, that, by this Outcry, he did, as it were, warn his Soul to retire into some secret Corner of his Body, or else, wholly to Emigrate, and pass out of it, that she might not be guilty of that Sin which he was about to commit, nor be defiled with the Wine that he was to guzzle down. But to return to _Buda_.