CHAPTER XXXVI.

THE GREEKS.

The Greeks, who sent the trophies of their versatile genius, their

graceful architectural adornings, and exquisite paintings to the

temples at Rome, and over the western world, whose classic lore is

yet the theme and model of the learned, once gloried in the possession

of the proud Stamboul.

About a century after its foundation by Constantine, it is said

to have possessed "a capital, a school of learning, a circus,

two theatres, eight public and one hundred and fifty-three private

baths, fifty-two porticoes, five granaries, eight aqueducts of water,

four spacious halls of justice, fourteen churches, fourteen palaces,

and four thousand and three hundred and eighty-eight houses, which,

for their size and beauty, deserved to be distinguished from the

multitude of plebeian habitations."

The magnificent temple Ayia-Sophia, dedicated to the Goddess of Divine

Wisdom, rose like a Phoenix from its ruins, under the liberal patronage

of Justinian, and the assiduous labors of ten thousand workmen during

five years, eleven months, and ten days.

This was the shrine of the Greek Faith, and those walls glittering

with golden mosaic and precious stones, re-echoed the Kyrie eleêson

of the adoring Christians. The magnificent altar of precious metals

and glittering gems witnessed the prostrations of patriarchs and

their acolyths--and the impenetrable veil was suspended before the

Holy of Holies.

The great city was the arena for the sports of the pleasure-loving

Greeks; sometimes in the race of wild beasts with each other, and

again in the more terrible contests of the gladiators.

The Bosphorus was alive with human freight, youths and maidens, wooed

by its blue and sparkling waves, delighted to dream of love as they

glided over the gently-heaving waters.

The shores were gay and gladsome, as the enamored throng tripped

through the mazes of their fantastic Romaica to the tinkling music. But

the Grecian prince is hurled from his throne, and the grave and sombre

Moslem sits there, the despot and bloody conqueror. The great temple,

which rivalled even that of Solomon, is suddenly divested of the

symbols of a Christian faith. Its mosaics of the saints which adorn

the walls are obliterated, its cherubim are torn down, its altar

demolished, and nothing left of all the gorgeous decorations. The

bare, unadorned niche--the mihrab or index to the temple of Mohammed,

is instituted, and "Allah-il-Allah," is henceforth the cry of the

Faithful.

Yet, they say, the distant chant of the last officiating priest of

the Greek religion still lingers within the walls, from whence he

will issue when the edifice is restored to its original worship.

Sports are over--maidens and youths are coy of their charms, for a

change has come over the spirit of their dreams.

The liberty of woman is shackled, and the dominion of seclusion

established. Certain quarters of the city are assigned to the Greek

subjects--and externally their very dwellings assume the dusky tints

of bondage and ruin.

Truly their glory has departed, and their name as a nation is only

sustained by the shades of their ancient heroes, who even after their

last degenerate descendant has mouldered into dust, will continue

to flit around the civilized world, scattering the scintillations

of early genius amid earth's darkness. Yet, as it is their nature to

boast, they point into the past, and even one day hope to sit on the

throne of their ancestors eis tin polin of yore.

There are no less than a million and a half of Greeks in the Turkish

dominions, of whom 150,000 live in the capital. At the time of their

conquest, the Turks allowed them the same municipal immunities and

privileges as they had done to the Armenians.

As the Greeks seemed to approximate more nearly to the western nations

in their habits, than any of the other rayahs, the Osmanlis supposed

them more fitted to act as intermediaries between themselves and the

European states; they therefore became the first interpreters of the

Divan. Many of their number have thus risen to wealth and distinction,

and after long services they even succeeded to the government of the

Danubian Principalities--yet the Osmanlis have never felt the same

sympathy and confidence towards them as for the Armenians, who, though

not so advanced in civilization, possess better stamina of character,

greater honesty, and more congeniality of temperament. Many Greeks,

even now, occupy places of trust, which are confided to them rather

from political motives than as marks of peculiar confidence. The

office of saraf or banker, which is equivalent to homme de confiance,

has never been successfully filled by them, though attempts have been

made to do so; this post has invariably been assigned to the Armenians.

It is customary with the Osmanli grandee, when appointed to some

high station in the provinces, before their departure, to leave with

their banker a certain number of blanks to be filled by him whenever

occasion should require their use. And many even entrust their personal

property to the sarafs on their pilgrimage to Mecca, for safe keeping.

One of the principal dignitaries of the present day, who is reputed

for his irascible temper, was some years ago involved in a dilemma. One

of his attendants was found to be guilty of a liaison with a slave in

his harem. The circumstances were aggravating, and his pride could

not be satisfied, save by dire revenge; and the two, instead of

being married, according to the custom of the country, fell victims

to his fury. But after the commission of the rash act, he repented,

and began to fear the disgrace which would probably fall on himself.

In his perplexity he sent for his old Armenian saraf, and when

closeted with him, poured his sorrows into the bosom of his confidant,

relating to him the whole circumstance, weeping bitterly for his act,

and asking advice and consolation.

Now, no Osmanli has as yet evinced such confidence and sympathy

towards the Greeks.

Besides, the pride of the Mussulmans is not compromised in associating

with the Armenians, who are so much like their masters in manners and

language, that often it is impossible to detect any difference. On the

contrary, although some of the Greeks have distinguished themselves in

Oriental literature, especially Yacobaky, in his History of Russia,

written in elegant Turkish, yet they have never been able to speak

the language of the country correctly.

The moment they open their mouths, out leaps the native accent. This

is equally true of the French and other languages, and even their own

beautiful Hellenic can scarce ever be heard in Stamboul, a miserable,

mongrel island dialect being the substitute.

The character of the Greeks of Constantinople is thus admirably

portrayed by the author of Anastasius, the best work extant on Turkey.

"The complexion of the modern Greek may receive a different cast

from different surrounding objects; the core still is the same

as in the days of Pericles. Credulity, versatility, and thirst

of distinction, from the earliest periods formed, still form, and

ever will continue to form, the basis of the Greek character; and

the dissimilarity in the external appearance of the nation arises,

not from any radical change in its temper and disposition, but only

from the incidental variation in the means through which the same

propensities are to be gratified. The ancient Greeks worshipped a

hundred gods, the modern Greeks adore as many saints. The ancient

Greeks believed in oracles and prodigies, in incantations and spells;

the modern Greeks have faith in relics and miracles, in amulets and

divinations. The ancient Greeks brought rich offerings and gifts to

the shrines of their deities, for the purpose of obtaining success

in war, and pre-eminence in peace; the modern Greeks hang up dirty

rags round the sanctuaries of their saints, to shake off an ague,

or propitiate a mistress. The former were staunch patriots at home,

and subtle courtiers in Persia; the latter defy the Turks in Mayno,

and fawn upon them at the Fanar. Besides, was not every commonwealth

of ancient Greece as much a prey to cabals and factions as every

community of modern Greece? Does not every modern Greek preserve

the same desire for supremacy, the same readiness to undermine, by

every means, fair or foul, his competitors, which was displayed by his

ancestors? Do not the Turks of the present day resemble the Romans of

past ages in their respect for the ingenuity, and at the same time,

in their contempt for the character of their Greek subjects? And does

the Greek of the Fanar show the least inferiority to the Greek of

the Piræus in quickness of perception, in fluency of tongue, and in

fondness for quibbles, for disputation, and for sophistry? Believe me,

the very difference between the Greeks of time past and of the present

day arises only from their thorough resemblance, from that equal

pliability of temper and of faculties in both, which has ever made

them receive, with equal readiness, the impression of every mould,

and the impulse of every agent. When patriotism, public spirit, and

pre-eminence in arts, science, literature, and warfare were the road

to distinction, the Greeks shone the first of patriots, of heroes, of

painters, of poets, and of philosophers. Now that craft and subtlety,

adulation, and intrigue, are the only paths to greatness, these same

Greeks are--what you see them!"

Although the Armenians have borne the first impetus of Mussulman

fanaticism, and consequently suffered more than any other Christian

subjects, yet the Greeks excel them in their animosity towards their

conquerors.

This is owing to their excessive bigotry, and it is recorded that

even while the enemy was before the gates of Constantinople, they

were discussing the great question, whether the Holy Ghost proceeded

from the Father or the Son.

This disposition to cavil on religious points, has made them a ready

prey to the domineering priesthood who have completely swayed the

multitude. These priests being a mean and grovelling set, utterly

indifferent to the moral elevation of their people, are ever ready

to make traffic of the sins of those who are still more ignorant

than themselves; the consequence is, that lying, cheating, stealing,

and other immoralities to any extent, are very common among this

community, for a few piastres, or even paras, cancel the crime and

lull the conscience.

The whole community suffers from such a system, as business and other

necessities bring them into constant contact.

The servants are generally Greek, and there is no virtue in lock

and key in any house. You suddenly find your wardrobe emptied by

imperceptible degrees, and the jars of preserves gradually diminish,

as they are repeatedly licked and sleeked over again.

Divorces are easily obtained, or they are granted after the priest

has extorted the last para he can from the applicant.

The corruption of the masses through their spiritual leaders is

painfully evident. The most dire superstition rules every mind,

and the veriest knaves, and even prostitutes, follow their injurious

callings without compunction, if under the patronage of one of their

saints. Christos kai Panayiaumo is an expiatory charm, and the dingy

portrait of any saint in the calendar annihilates the bad effects of

every crime. The most abandoned class of women are generally Greeks;

and while they perform the obscene rites of Bacchus and Venus, they

watch with holy trembling the twinkling taper which burns night and

day before the anointed picture of their guardian angel. This flame,

like the Vestal fire, is never suffered to go out, if perchance,

Dii avertite omen!

The Greek islands furnish a miserable set of men and women to the

population of Turkey, who come to gather spoils in the metropolis, and

then return to enjoy them at home. Robberies, and even assassinations

are committed by them, which, if they are detected, are either

protected by the Greek legation, or punished by a short imprisonment,

and then the miscreants are again let loose, hardened in crime,

and thirsting to revenge their temporary detention.

It is only within the last two years, that a famous bandit, in

the vicinity of Smyrna, has been captured. Katurjy Yanny and his

merry men had long infested the neighboring mountains, detaining

gentlemen on their travels, carrying them blindfolded to their den,

and only liberating them upon the receipt of a handsome ransom

from their friends. The eagle of the mountain was at last caged in

the humble prison of Smyrna. While other miserable victims were

peeping through their latticed and iron bound casements, whining

out a feeble cry for alms, he, the proud chieftain, sat upon a

sofa, dressed in the picturesque costume of the Greek mountaineer,

his eyes flashing defiance, and his lofty bearing all princely,

as he puffed his narghillé, and chatted with those about him. But

he must now feel somewhat crest-fallen, as day succeeds day, and he

still dwells within the awful precincts of the Bagnio, whence, like

the rest of its miserable occupants, the once proud Katurgy Yanny,

sometimes emerges, broom in hand, and chained to his fellow, to sweep

the streets of the metropolis.

The restless temperament and fanaticism of the Greeks have ever made

them the most turbulent of the Ottoman subjects, and ready instruments

in the hands of Russian diplomatists for sowing the seeds of discord

and confusion in the Turkish empire.

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