EDWARD RIGGS. Oil 
larly shaped space on the very point of an abrupt 
promontory and reaching from the very water’s edge 
clear up to the brow of the hill. This enclosure is now 
filled with dwellings, the battlements are dismantled, 
and the heavy portals unhinged, only a small part of 
the enclosure being used for modern military purposes. 
This remarkable structure bears the name of the 
‘‘Castle of Europe,’’ and directly opposite it stands the 
“*Castle of Asia,’? which enjoys a less striking location, 
but is still a formidable looking fortress. Many are the 
traditions about these strange old ruins. Their origin 
is ascribed in turn to each one of the successive powers 
which have controlled this important strait. But 
whether built by Genoese or Turk, as military defences 
they belong to an age long past, and are now chiefly in- 
teresting from their extremely picturesaque appearance, 
their strange grouping and still perfect symmetry form- 
ing a very striking and attractive outline against the 
rich colors of that oriental background, and their gray 
walls, presenting a most pleasing contrast to the dark 
cypresses which stand guard over the dust of the 
‘*faithful’’ who le buried at their feet. 
If we take this splendid ruin as the type of this old 
and crumbling monarchy with its darkness and tradi- 
tions of the past, we have not far to seek also for the 
symbol of the bright future of an enlightened and re- 
formed people. Just back of the old castle, on still 
higher ground, and commanding a superb view of one of 
the most magnificent panoramas in the world, stands 
that monument of Americanenterprise and philanthropy, 
—founded by a citizen of New York—Robert college. 
With its fresh walls and clean-cut angles, its mansard 
roof and cheerful windows, it is indeed a most pic- 
turesque contrast to its venerable but useless neighbor. 
The ancient and medizeval is mouldering rapidly away, 
while all that tells of hope and cheer in the future for 
