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A CRUSADE IN THE EAST. 
f of Paris—it is their peculiar novelty, the semi-barbarous pro¬ 
fusion of rich colors displayed at every point ; the theatrical 
effect of the costumes and manners ; the confusion of strange 
languages; the scents of musk and attar of roses that flit 
through the air, mingled with odd currents of smoke from the 
chiboucks and narguillas ; the streams of light pouring down 
through holes in the roof relieving the darkness; the endless 
variety of Oriental curiosities; these it is that render the ba¬ 
zaars unique and wonderful, not to be compared to any thing 
except other bazaars, of which there are few in the East 
so interesting as those of Stamboul. 
We must come over again and look more into the details. 
At present we have only time to make a small purchase, as a 
sort of evidence to our friends at the Byzant that this tour has 
really been achieved before breakfast. It is a pretty trifle, 
an embroidered something manufactured of silk, which will 
be very acceptable to a certain fair person—a nice little 
present from the bazaars of Stamboul. 
SHOP KEEPERS. 
A grave old man, with a tremendous turban on his head, 
and a long chibouk in his mouth, sits bundled up among his 
