after them, and I do not believe in proselytism. They are good and
grateful; that is sufficient.”
I paid repeated visits to different Turkish mosques on the Mohammedan
Sunday (our Friday). There had been statements in English newspapers
referring to the Sultan’s unpopularity, and I discussed these with Ahmed
Midhat. He said the suggestion that the Sultan had no following was not
true, but I might easily convince myself, as there was no surer
indication of the people’s feeling on this point than the popular
attendance at the mosques. During the last months of Abdul Aziz’s reign
the mosques had been quite deserted, for the people were disgusted with
a Sultan-fainéant—a drone who only lived for self-indulgence; whereas
the present Sultan was venerated as a Sultan—“travailleur qui
travaillait jour et nuit pour le bonheur de son peuple. In spite of the
disastrous war of 1877, and even of these latest disturbances, the
Sultan was beloved by his people.” In every case I found the mighty Aja
Sophia in Stamboul crowded with worshippers; all classes mixed up
promiscuously, the pasha kneeling next the Hamal, the common soldier
beside the field-officer. An atmosphere of earnest devotional fervour
pervaded the scene. Its sincerity was emphasized by children
unconcernedly playing about the recesses of the building, and sundry old
men—to all appearances beggars or cranks—moving along the aisle in and
out of the kneeling crowd, unmolested. Looking up to the mosaic inlaid
dome of the building, the outline of the figure of Christ was distinctly
visible through the covering of whitewash, paint, or gilt which had in
all probability been laid over it after the taking of Constantinople,
when the Christians made their last stand in this very building.
In order to prove to me how baseless were the fables regarding the
Mohammedan desecration of Christian churches, Ahmed Midhat drove me some
days later to the Kariè mosque, where the fresco figures of the saints
of the Byzantine church, though somewhat dilapidated, were still plainly
recognizable on the walls.
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