CHAPTER XXX

A New Rejoicing—Processions—Change in the Valley—The

Odalique’s Grave—The Palace of Eyoub—The State

Apartments—Return to Pera.

A couple of days of rest succeeded to the marriage festivities, and

during that time all the tents which had fringed the height above Dolma

Batchè were transferred to the Valley of the Sweet Waters, whither they

were followed by the tumblers, rope-dancers, and jugglers, who had

delighted the crowd in the purlieus of the Imperial Palace. A new

rejoicing to succeed the bridal fètes; the two younger sons of the

Sultan, and eight thousand children, belonging to every class of the

Turkish population, from the Pashas to the charcoal-venders of the

metropolis and its vicinity, were to be circumcised with much pomp at

Kahaitchana. A temporary building, shaped like a crescent, and capable

of containing the whole number, had been erected above the upper kiosk,

and near the border of the stream, across which a new bridge had been

thrown; the pavilion was lined throughout with rich hangings, and well

cushioned, and presented a very gay and pretty appearance.

The Sultan entertained the Imperial Family at his Palace on the

Barbyses; the Pashas gave daily dinners in their tents; and there was

not an araba in Constantinople or Pera that was not in requisition.

After passing to Eyoub in our caïque, we hired a close araba, in which

we drove to the valley. The scene was a very animated one; lines of

coffee-tents clung to the sides of the heights; groups of women, seated

on their mats, were scattered over the greensward; itinerant

fruit-merchants wandered to and fro, with their strawberries neatly

arranged in small baskets wreathed with oak leaves, and their cherries

heaped in pyramids; mohalibè and yahourt were to be seen on all sides:

the little fountains of the sherbet-venders were tinkling like distant

sheep-bells; and, high above the heads of the crowd, a rope-dancer was

balancing himself in mid-air, with his crimson satin vestment flaring in

the hot sunshine.

One pretty feature in the scene was the constant succession of

scholastic processions; each mosque sending its little troop, headed by

an Imam, to parade the valley, and to chant a prayer for the

preservation of the Sultan’s sons; after which all the children of the

Turkish, Greek, Armenian, Catholic, and Jewish schools, accompanied by

their masters, passed before the Sultan, and shared in the festivities,

to which they had been especially invited. Nor was the appearance of the

Turkish children who assisted at the ceremony less interesting; as they

all, save those belonging to the more distinguished families, who wore a

vast quantity of gold embroidery about their coats and fèzes, were

dressed in a kind of uniform, provided for them by the Sultan; and had

their long hair plaited in innumerable braids, and woven together with

gold threads, sometimes to a quarter of a yard in breadth.

For the first hour I was exceedingly amused. The Barbyses was alive with

caïques—the air was loud with music and laughter—the greensward was

crowded with arabas and idlers; and every shady tree had a colony

beneath its boughs. But I soon wearied of the coil and confusion by

which I was surrounded; the green, fresh, quiet valley had lost all its

charm; I could scarcely recognize my favourite spots; nor was it until

the close of twilight, when the illuminated glories of the port flashed

out like a circle of fire in the distance, that I became reconciled. The

moon silvered over the rippling river; the nightingales were loud in the

Palace gardens; a million of twinkling stars were relieving the deep

blue of the summer sky; while here and there erections of many-coloured

light rose flashing out amid the leafy boughs of the crowd-invaded glen.

Pashas came and went in their noiseless caïques; dulcimers and

tambourines deadened at times the music of the night bird; and the low

wind, which heaved the elastic branches of the water willow, and came

sighing along the ripple of the sweet river, rendered the valley by

night a scene of enchantment.

I wandered to the grave of the Odalique: the moonlight was resting upon

the record-stone; and a nightingale, seated amid the branches of the

overhanging tree, was breathing out its song of mournful melody: it was

far away from the idle throng of revellers, and I was weak enough to be

glad that it was so.

The night was so lovely that we dismissed our araba, and determined on

returning in a caïque as far as the Palace of Eyoub, where I had been

invited by the Princess Azmè to pass the night; but, on arriving there,

we found that the Sultana and the principal ladies of her household had

been detained by the Sultan, and would not return until the following

day.

As, however, I was fearful that the opportunity of seeing this palace

might not recur, from the fact that the Princess never inhabits it save

on occasions of festival at Kahaitchana, when she profits by its

vicinity to the valley, I availed myself of the offer of the

house-steward to show me over the state apartments, which are entirely

unfurnished, but in themselves extremely magnificent. The screen of

light that extended along the whole front of the building cast its glare

through the unshuttered windows, and was reflected back by the gilded

walls and glittering cornices. The decorations throughout are heavy, but

of the greatest richness, and by far the most Oriental in their

character, of any that I had yet seen. The palace was built by Sultan

Selim, and its situation is beautiful. What was formerly the

reception-room of that unfortunate Sovereign, is entirely lined with

gilding, the walls being niched, and overhung with stalactited cornices

similar to those which decorate many of our old cathedral tombs; and the

weight of this elaborate ornament is relieved by a ceiling of faint

blue, sprinkled with silver stars. But the absence of furniture, and the

vast extent of the building, gave an air of desolation and discomfort to

its whole appearance, which even the well-matted and curtained rooms

that had been temporarily fitted-up for the use of the Sultana’s harem

failed to overcome: and, consequently, when I had satisfied my

curiosity, I pleaded the absence of Her Highness, and those individuals

of her suite with whom I was acquainted, as my apology for not availing

myself of her flattering invitation; and, reentering-our caïque, we

dashed out into the centre of the port; and after contemplating for a

time its temporary glories, were landed at the Echelle des Morts, and,

passing along beneath the moon-touched and sighing cypresses of the

grave-yard, soon found ourselves at Pera.

FOOTNOTES:

[1] As an example of the morals of the Greek clergy, it may not

be impertinent to mention that this house was bequeathed by the

Archbishop of Dercon, who died a few months ago at Therapia, to

Hesterine, _la dame de ses pensées_.

[2] Signifying mistress, or lady.

[3] Mihirmàh, the glory of the moon.

[4] The fact of the Patriarch being not only the head of the

church, but also the chief magistrate of his nation, will

account for the proximity of the prison to the Episcopal

Palace.

[5] I am aware that I may here be taxed with an anachronism,

and reminded that in the days of Mahomet the use of tobacco was

altogether unknown in Turkey; but I, nevertheless, maintain my

position, being perfectly convinced that the Hourii would now

beckon in vain to a paradise of which the chibouk did not form

a feature.

[6] The height of the mosque to the summit of the dome is 185

French feet; the dome itself, from the gallery to the leads,

47, and its diameter, 54.

[7] Mignionette.

END OF VOL I.

LONDON:

F. SHOBERL, JUN., LEICESTER STREET, LEICESTER SQUARE.

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