anxieties of courtship, and the triumph over coyness and modesty, their desires are inflamed and their passions are heightened, by the grace of motion, the elegance and suppleness of form, and the beautiful symmetry of shape and features. The education and modes of life of their women, though certainly too confined and too limited to domestic objects, for the cultivation of talents, which exercise and invigorate the powers of the mind, yet leave them all the charms which can result from nature, and sentiment, and truth.

The Turks particularly delight in conversation; and their colloquial intercourse is ornamented with all the graces of a manly and polished style. Nothing can convey a more favourable idea of Turkish urbanity, than to observe the natural and becoming gravi. ty, the decent raillery, the sprightly turns of expression, and the genuine wit, with which they carry on discourse. In the long evenings of a Ramazan a meddhé, or professed story-teller, will entertain a large company in private assemblies, or in coffee-houses, with histories, which sometimes are pleasingly marvellous, as those of the Arabian Nights, sometimes a ludicrous representation of foreign or rustic manners, and sometimes political satire. Even the common people listen to them with pleasure, and criticise with taste and judgment the construction of the fable, the intricacy and development of the intrigue, the style and sentiments, the language and the elocution.

The standard of delicacy varies so much in different countries, and even among the same people at different times, that it may be unfair to judge of past ages, or of foreign manners, by a strict comparison with our own established maxims. The Ombres Chinoises, which in Turkey supply the want of dramatic exhibitions, are chiefly reserved for the entertainment of retired leisure. I have also seen them sometimes from the window of a coffeehouse in a public street; though I confess I did not partake of the satisfaction which the populace so repeatedly expressed, at indecencies too ludicrously absurd to excite any other feeling than derision or disgust.-Young men, born in the Greek islands of the Archipelago, exercise the infamous profession of public dancers; they chiefly perform in the wine houses in Galata; but they, as well as public gladiators, who attack and defend themselves with a sword and a shield, are frequently hired to enliven the entertainment given at a marriage or a circumcision. The female dancers are Turkish women, of whom I know nothing but from description, and the imitation of their manner by other women.

Of other public amusements, of which the Turks are willing spectators, the chief is wrestling.-Sandys describes this game, as he saw it at Acre in Syria. "Here wrastle they in breeches of oyled leather, close to their thighs: their bodies naked and

anointed according to the ancient use, derived, as it should seem by Virgil, from the Trojans. They rather fall by consent than by slight or violence." In Turkey, the contest in wrestling is not, however, decided by a fall: the victory is determined by one of the parties being thrown on his back, and held in that posture, while his adversary recovers his feet. When the wrestlers have finished the combats, or exhausted their strength, they give each other the kiss of peace.

To ride on horseback, and to throw the djerid, a sort of light javelin, are considered as the necessary accomplishments of a Turkish gentleman. They are excellent horsemen, and throw the djerid with admirable dexterity and force. I know of no exercises fitter to give grace, strength, and agility to the body.The young men contend with each other for superiority in exercises of force or address. A common amusement is to lift a weighty stone on the palm of the hand, and after running with it a few paces, to throw it to the greatest possible distance.

Mourning, or any external expression of grief, is considered as a murmuring against the dispensations of Providence, and reprobated by law and custom. The mother, however, is allowed to lament the death of her son, and to mourn for three days; and though all restrain their feelings, and at most indulge in melancholy, yet they decorate the tombstones of their parents, their children, or their friends, with epitaphs expressive of their fondness and affection, of regret for their loss, and their hopelessness of finding any further enjoyment in this world. They divert their melancholy by prayers, and other acts of devotion, for the relief of the departed soul; and are frequently seen kneeling by the side of a new made grave, and performing their pious supererogations.

They hasten to relieve the sufferings of the soul on its quitting the body, by almost immediate interment, and never willingly defer the burial till the morrow of the decease. Such precipitation must sometimes be productive of the most dreadful consequences; and the evil is further extended by the practice being imitated by the Jews, and Armenian Christians.

The Turks conceal the body, during its passage to the burying ground, under a shell or coffin, called tabut, at the head of which is the turban, or muslin, denoting the rank, or sex, of the person. It is carried to the grave by the friends of the deceased; a duty enjoined by the prophet, who has declared that he who carries a dead body the space of forty paces, procures for himself the expiation of a great sin. The graves are shallow, and the body is protected from the immediate pressure of the earth, by thin boards placed over it obliquely. The Greeks and Armenians carry the body through the streets dressed up in its

greatest finery, and on the burying ground enfold it in a winding sheet. I have myself met a procession, returning with the body of a Greek exposed on a bier, which, on the brink of the grave, had given signs of life; and I have heard of bodies being interred, notwithstanding unequivocal symptoms of animation. De Tott, with his usual levity and exaggeration, says, that "in the Turkish burying grounds the voices of some unhappy people have been heard from beneath; and they were left to perish for want of immediate relief, which was withheld, that the fees of interment might not be restored.

The tombstone at the head of a man's grave is erect, and decorated with a turban carved in stone, which distinguishes it from that of a woman. The cemetery is a wood of cypresses, as a tree is planted near every new grave. All persons, except the sultan's families, and some few of high rank, are buried without the cities and as a grave is never again opened, a vast tract of the country is occupied by the burying fields, among which one at the head of the harbour, supposed to contain the remains of Ayub, a companion of Mahomet, who fell in the first siege of Constantinople by the Arabs, and was esteemed a saint and martyr, is distinguished by a great number of elegant mausolea. Those on the Asiatic side of the Bosphorus are preferred by many persons, because the holy cities of Mecca, Medina, Jerusalem, and Demascus, are situated in that quarter of the world.

The epitaphs contain the name and quality of the deceased, the day of his death, and an exhortation to the passenger to repeat the introductory chapter of the Koran, fatihha: they represent death as the term of human misery, congratulate the deceased on his happiness, and compare his soul to a nightingale of paradise. "May the Eternal deign to envelope his soul in a cloud of mercy and gladness, and cover his tomb with the brightness of divine light." On the tombstones of their children, the parents bewail their affliction, and complain that death has plucked the rose from the garden of beauty, has torn the tender branch from the parent stock, and left a father and a mother to consume the remainder of their lives in grief and bitterness.

THE ORPHANS.

A SONG.

THE trees droop and wither, their verdure is gone,

The swallow to regions of mildness is flown;

The storms of the winter will quickly come on,

And the lone orphans' cot o'er the

village be strewn;

Its time-moulder'd shelter then who will restore?

Who fence them from cold, and sup

ply them with food? The poor man will turn them in grief from his door, Heart-wounded himself-he can do them no good.

As lately I mark'd where the gray pointed stone

Gives a simple memoir of the tenant below, Some sorrow-breath'd sighs seem'd to prelude this moan, Which discover'd the plaints of the children of wo;"O father, dear father, tho' stretch'd in that bed,

"O'er which the green turf we've so newly remov❜d,

"To the Pow'r we submit that has pillow'd thy head,

"By the hallow'd remains of a mother belov'd."

To thy axe would the oak of the forest oft yield, "We have follow'd thy steps, and the loppings have bound; "We have eagerly ran to the harvest a-field,

"And pick'd the scant gleanings that offer'd around;

"But again to thy bidding we cannot comply,

"Thy voice can no longer the labourers cheer;

The streamlet our cottage runs mournfully by,

"And the tears of sad Autumn discolour the year."

The sadness of Autumn accords to their grief,

It in sympathy sooths, but can bring

them no rest:

Thus the callow brood wait for accustom'd relief,

And the parent birds gladly return to their nest,

Till the aim of the fowler has doom'd them to bleed,

Then Fate speaks in thunder-the flutt'rers are torn!

Thrice blessed are they, who, beholding the deed,

Leave not misery's offspring to perish forlorn!

LITTLE THINGS ARE BEST.
A JEU D'ESPRIT.
Addressed to Miss C, a little, short
Lady.

WHEN any thing abounds, we find
That nobody will have it,
But when there's little of the kind,"
Don't all the people crave it?

If wives are evils, as 'tis known
And wofully confess'd,
The man who's wise will surely own

A little one is best.*

The god of Love's a little wight,

But beautiful as thought;
Thou too art little, fair as light,
And ev'ry thing in short!

O, happy girl! I think thee so,

For mark the poets' song-
"Man wants but little here below,
"Nor wants that little long!"

See Josephus de Uxoribus....a very ancient and serious jest.

Nulla voluptas longa est. Seneca.
Drs. Goldsmith and Young.

EPIGRAM.

Defence of Miss-, a little short Lady,

who was accused of Pride.
SHE's vastly proud, I've heard you cry,
But you must be in fun,
For does she not (in truth reply)
Look up to every one!

EPIGRAM.

Without our sex, proud Hannah cries,
Adam could not taste paradise.
Without her sex, then let her know,
He had tasted paradise--till now!

Flying Watchmaker.

Oct. 16th, 1811, Vienna.-Yesterday about six o'clock in the evening, the Watchmaker, Degen, took a flight in the Prater. He reached an extraordinary height, and night coming on he was soon out of sight. As no account has yet been received of him, it is feared that some misfortune may have befallen him. Oct. 19th. The Watchmaker, Degen, came down safely the day of his ascent, near Trautmansdorf, in the District of Burk, on the Leysha.

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