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when I have fairly perambulated its extensive 

 bazaars, which, though large, elegant, and splen- 

 did, have an air of unhealthiness and dirt, which 

 breaks the charm, I cannot help then coming to 

 the conclusion, that the beauty of Constantinople 

 consists in a distant prospect of it. 



Let a person sail up the Bosphorus, anchor in 

 the Golden Horn, fly to the top of the Galata, 

 and then across to the Seraskier Tower ; let him 

 be careful not to set a foot in any one of the 

 streets on either side, but get transported in an 

 air-balloon, at least one hundred feet above the 

 surface of the earth, back again to his vessel, 

 which must be immediately got under weigh, and, 

 with a fair wind, make a start of it as quickly as 

 possible, and he will not fail to be impressed with 

 the most firm conviction, that he has visited an 

 earthly paradise. 



The turnino; or dancino; dervishes are one of 

 the principal lions of Constantinople, conse- 

 quently we took an opportunity of seeing their 

 performance, which we did, in company with a 

 large party of other English travellers. In every 

 corner of the globe, fanatics of some description 

 or the other are to be found, and a traveller should 



