STAY AT CONSTANTINOPLE.
Even at this distance of time, my spirit is filled with melancholy, when
I think of that kind friend with whom I passed the greater portion of my
time whilst at Constantinople: perhaps a description of one evening spent
in his society may be of interest.
The Emir Sayed—a wreck of greatness, whose fond dream of life’s realities
can only find an echo in the past—the shattered fragment of one born to
command—second only to a supreme sovereign—he is a helpless
broken-hearted man, supported on the alms of those who could once barely
claim the high honour of admission into his presence. So much does
misfortune level the creatures of the Creator—so great the fall from a
princely estate to a beggarly dependence; thank God, however, even the
gloomiest hours of existence, a light, however feeble, of the brighter
hopes of life, breaks in upon the soul like an April sunbeam, and chases
from its darkened caverns all the moist drops of a tearful heart. It was
thus with the Emir Sayed. His favorite resort in Stamboul was a _café_,
where of an evening, furnished with a _chibūk_ and a cup of coffee, he
would sit, surrounded by his most intimate friends, and listen from hour
to hour to the marvellous or amusing tales told there nightly by
professional tale-tellers. On such occasions it was a privilege to me to
accompany the fallen prince, for, besides the instruction I derived in
learning _au fond_ the technicalities of the Turkish language, I learnt a
lesson in the experiences of life—how to bear up against misfortunes like
a man—how to bow the head to the will of Providence, and submit to what
might appear a calamity, and still doubtless might be intended as a
safeguard or a blessing to him, whom the Great Benefactor has seen fit to
surround with troubles, lest his soul should stray from the narrow path
of righteousness.
We will now, by the reader’s permission, fancy ourselves threading the
narrow streets of the Turkish capital, following a servant, who carries a
_fannar_, or lantern. At length we reach the _café_. A thousand lights,
strung upon every conceivable hook, lend their enlivening brilliancy to
light up the _salon_; the open space in front is filled with attentive
auditors, all seated on diminutive stools, or carpets, all silent, all
sedate, mostly wearing beards, and every one smoking or sipping his
coffee. We pass through a kind of human alley. We enter the
coffee-shop: the seat at the furthermost end—the seat of honour—is always
reserved for the Emir. “He is a Bey still, and also a stranger.”
At length we are all seated, all served, and the amusements of the
evening commence; the violin and the guitar, both have been tuned, and
the first piece commences: a short symphony of lively music, and then the
bard of the company sings a song, of which the following is a specimen:—
Breeze of the West, I pray thee roam
Toward my moon-faced lady’s home;
To her my flight forlorn declare,
Tittle by tittle, hair by hair,
Parted from thee, thou form of grace,
My heart hath been grief’s dwelling-place;
And love has drawn my wandering feet,
From grove to grove, from street to street.
My heart, when bent on beauty’s chase,
Ne’er found so sweet a form and face;
Although with roving step it went,
From house to house, from tent to tent.
While others smile, and play, and flirt,
This bleeding heart bemoans its hurt,
Like a young rose, blood-stained with grief,
Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
The garden where I loved to trace,
Sweet blooming flowers in thy face,
How _low_ and _dead_ all gardens seem,
Alley by alley, stream by stream.
Sweet jasmine-bosomed love,—I pray
Fondly to heaven by night and day,
Once more to see that form and face,
Lip pressed to lip, and face to face.
Of all the garden flowers that be,
Why is the rose most dear to me?
’Tis that it’s like thy heart so true,
Odour to odour, hue to hue.
Though far from Allah’s loving sight,
The Fates have borne my soul’s delight;
Go, Western Breeze, this message bear,
Where’er thou art, my heart is there!
The song is no sooner concluded, narghilies, pipes and coffee handed
round, than the story-teller’s abilities are called into requisition, and
he tells us the story of
“THE TAILOR AND THE SULTAN.
“Formerly when Baghdad was flourishing, when great men sometimes
condescended to sink themselves to a level with the common herd of
mankind, there lived and reigned the Sultan Houssein. He was a
famous man and a just judge, but rather eccentric withal. As his
Grand Vizier had, on more than one occasion, given him cause of
dissatisfaction, he was determined at any cost to get the cleverest
man in the kingdom to perform the duties of that office; but he
resorted to a curious trial of their talent. A proclamation was
issued, that the sultan offered the highest dignity in the empire to
him amongst his subjects, who should be able satisfactorily to
perform what he should require; on the other hand, the penalty in
case of failure being, that the man so failing should forfeit his
head. Under such circumstances, the aspirants were not over
numerous, but still there were not wanting ambitious men, who were
willing to place their heads in danger for the attainment of a
position, which perhaps they least of any of the people of the
country were fitted for. At last, a presumptuous tailor offered
himself as a candidate, and was in due course ushered into the
presence of royalty. The poor maker of garments found the sultan
reclining on a carpet; and, hanging on a nail in the wall of the
room, was a solitary counterpane; and in this counterpane the
solution of the whole of the difficulty lay—the task being to cover
the sultan entirely over with it. When the tailor first tried, to
his consternation he found it too short by two good spans. He then
suggested that another should be introduced; but the sultan laughed
and hooted at the idea. At last a bright notion flashed across the
tailor. He had long been accustomed to the nefarious art of
cabbaging, so he set his inventive faculties to work, to find out how
he could best cabbage a piece from the length of the sultan’s body,
or, in other words, reduce it into as small a compass as could
possibly be effected. Bethinking himself luckily of a little cane he
usually carried in his girdle, he first covered the sultan’s head,
his feet remaining uncovered; he removed the embroidered slippers,
and stealthily bringing out his cane, caught the sultan a severe blow
across the soles of his feet, that he involuntarily tucked them up,
thus drawing himself into a sufficiently small compass, and the
tailor, availing himself of this circumstance, instantly tucked the
counterpane round him, and thus effectually succeeded in entirely
covering him, at the same time telling him he must always take care
to stretch his legs according to his covering.”
With songs and stories, such as I have given above, the time passes until
nine o’clock, at which hour most of those assembled take their departure;
and the Emir, attended as when he arrived, returns to his disconsolate
dwelling to talk over the misfortunes of other days.
Perhaps here it would not be out of place, to show the fallacy of the
opinions usually entertained in Western Europe as to the state of things
in Turkey. People talk of the fanaticism of the Turks; and in England
more especially they seem to entertain an innate terror of the very name
of Turk. Anything ferocious, anything ugly, and black, and dingy, is
called “like a Turk.” Now what can undeceive this excessive ignorance
better than the conduct of the present amiable and excellent Sultan, of
whom many instances might be given, shewing the utmost liberality of
conduct towards those of his subjects professing a different creed, and
their admission to some of the most responsible public offices. It is a
fact worthy of remark, as illustrating this toleration of spirit, that
his representatives at the courts of London, Paris, Vienna, and Berlin,
{175} have on several occasions been of the Greek faith. Also, on the
event of the marriage of the daughter of the Prince Etienne Vogorides.
(Prince Etienne was a native of Bulgaria. He was during ten years Prince
of Samos. Latterly, however, he resided at Constantinople, and is high
in favour with the Sultan, who for a long time has been accessible to the
Prince at any hour; and he is a faithful devoted servant of the Sultan.
One of his daughters is married to our present respected ambassador in
London, and it is not necessary for me to inform the reader of the
manifold virtues and amiable qualities of this lady; but her father’s
excellence was such as has obtained for him a notoriety and honour
unrivalled in the annals of Mahomedan history. When I was last at
Constantinople, a daughter of the prince, a younger sister of our
ambassadress, was married to a wealthy gentleman.) To the astonishment
and intense gratification of every one present, His Majesty the Sultan
attended with his mother at the ceremonial, a most unprecedented act of
courtesy, and one least of all to be expected in Turkey, where the
extreme fanaticism once existing between the two creeds would, we might
have imagined, have raised an insurmountable barrier. What is more
remarkable, the Padishah stood up; the prince seeing this, whispered the
patriarch to curtail the ceremony. The sharp eyes of the Sultan noticed
and understood this hint, and he immediately desired the patriarch to
perform the rites as usual, as he was anxious to witness the ceremony
fully performed. By departing on occasions such as these from the strict
rules and regulations of the Mahomedan code, and by disregarding the
reproachful remonstrances of the Ulemas, who are the most determined
advocates of perfect uniformity to their doctrines, Sultan Abdul Medjid
Khan, has evinced a strong desire to introduce a thorough social reform
into his empire, and he has hereby conciliated the good will and gained
the affection of his non-Mahomedan subjects. Indeed, among all the
present rulers of the world, and especially those whom Providence has
endowed with ample means of improving the condition of their subjects,
the Sultan occupies a distinguished position; and to him more credit is
due for the reforms he has introduced among his people, than to any other
sovereign of the civilised globe, and for this evident reason, that in
the path he had to follow the greatest difficulties have been met with
and overcome; namely, those powerful ones which spring from religious
bigotry and prejudice. These he has either overcome or obviated with the
utmost wisdom and perseverance. And even her enemies are obliged to
confess that Turkey, under the rule of Abdul Medjid, is in a far more
vigorous and flourishing condition than they either believed or hoped.
And during the whole of this critical period, in which the affairs of
this empire have been agitated, what a noble example of calm and
dignified moderation has both his public and private conduct exhibited.
To the violent and uncourteous menaces of his enemy, and to the
extravagant character of his pretensions, he has opposed a conciliating,
yet firm line of policy, which has won for him the respect and support of
the more intelligent portion of Europe; and when his character becomes
better known to the English public, which it will probably in the course
of events, I feel convinced it will claim and win all the admiration it
deserves from a people whose public judgment is perhaps the most
impartial in the world. My object is not to flatter; but I will avow,
that I wish by facts and truth to remove some of that prejudice which is
more or less associated in this country with the idea of a Turk. What I
have said concerning my sovereign, is borne out by all intelligent
travellers who have recently visited his dominions. For his love of
literature—for his liberal patronage of men distinguished by literary or
other merit—for his patriotism, evinced in his unceasing endeavours to
bestow on his country all the advantages to be derived from modern
scientific discovery, and for the amiability and gentleness of his
personal character, I feel no hesitation, from what I have read of them,
in ranking him with the most distinguished sovereigns of ancient
times—with Frederick of Prussia, and I will add Peter the Great. But
while he far excels the two last in the amiability of his character and
disposition, he equals any of them in his efforts to advance the glory of
his country and the welfare of his people.
Owing to the ignorance which prevails in Europe on the subject of Turkey,
a great outcry is frequently made by many persons about events which
occur in that country, without for one moment taking into consideration
the difference in the temperament of the people, arising from their
Asiatic origin. Our great cause of surprise, is the sudden rise of
individuals in comparatively indigent circumstances to places of great
power. When, however, it is considered that the Orientals view the
various grades of society in another light to the Western Europeans, the
sudden aggrandisement of individuals from the lower classes will cease to
be a matter of surprise. In Turkey, men of the noblest birth mix
indiscriminately with all ranks, and he who is possessed of wealth,
talent, or interest, may rise to offices of the greatest trust; and, as
“knowledge is power,” I can see no reason why talent should not be
brought into the notice which it merits. As a proof of the justice and
benefit accruing from this system, I may adduce the case of a Kapudan
Pasha, whose station in life was very humble, but, being gifted with more
than ordinary abilities, he was promoted to the chief command of the
Turkish fleet, which was never better managed than whilst under his
control. Other instances of a similar character are of frequent
occurrence, more particularly in the subordinate departments of the home
service. A favourite eunuch, or the brother of a Georgian or Circassian
concubine or wife, has had honours suddenly and most unexpectedly
showered upon him in the civil and military service; and there are at
this date many pashas of both services, who owe their rise to similar
unforeseen but fortuitous circumstances. It is true, many of these can
neither read nor write, but they are possessed of great power of
discernment, and are accompanied by two or three individuals who possess
sufficient education to carry out the views of their leader in a becoming
manner. A good secretary, generally an Armenian, is an indispensable
requisite.
The evil arises here in the choice of the subordinates; who, if they be
of a bigotted and selfish turn of mind, the benevolent intentions of the
government are but imperfectly carried out, or frustrated in spite of the
most strenuous efforts.
Sultan Abdul Medjid, and his ministers, {178} deserve the highest credit
for the various attempts which have at different times been made, to
introduce a thorough reform into the financial system of the Porte. It
is undoubtedly a herculean task, for I do not believe that there has ever
existed in any country in the world, so perfect and general a system of
corruption and extortion, on the part of the inferior officials. Though
not oppressive in themselves, the taxes levied upon the people have, in
consequence, become an intolerable yoke. Every village and individual
taxed generally pays much more than the legitimate amount ordered to be
levied by the government. The emirs and district governors, the sheikhs,
kekhiahs, and heads of the tribes, live upon the villagers, and oblige
the poor tenant-farmers to furnish their establishments with horses and
servants, and practise other extortions. To meet these urgent exactions,
the poor villagers are obliged annually to raise loans guaranteed on the
ensuing season’s crops at a most usurious rate of interest, as high as
from twenty-five to thirty-five and forty per cent. per annum, either
from wealthy Jews, Armenians, or Greeks, and formerly even many of the
protegés of the different European consulates took advantage of this
state of things, and fattened upon the misfortunes and miseries of the
poor peasants, over whom they rode roughshod. The existence of so
terrible an evil could not long remain unknown to the inquiring mind of
the Sultan, and though his sources of correct information have
necessarily been meagre, he acquired an insight into it, sufficient to
convince him of the necessity for a change. Accordingly, he ordered
certain taxes to be abolished, others to be reduced; and he, above all,
is endeavouring to organise an honest and simple system of collection.
To this end all his ministers and employés have been obliged, before
taking office, to promise, upon oath, to discharge their several duties
impartially and justly; above all, not to receive bribes in any shape.
He has been foiled to a great extent in these attempts; and hence may be
derived the clearest and simplest explanation of the financial
embarrassments of his government. _Apropos_ of this, I may quote from
the letter of a friend, which has just come to hand.
“Everybody seems to imagine that the speedy downfall of Turkey is
inevitable, that its doom is all but sealed, and that she is passing as
rapidly as she can into the hands of Russia. But it ought to be well
known in Western Europe, that the so-much-talked-of balance of power in
the East, cannot be thus so easily or so recklessly sacrificed by the two
great powers, England and France. The jealousy of these powers is a
sufficient safeguard for Turkey; and they will protect her from any
aggression on the part of Russia or Austria on her rights and territory;
and it is to me evident that Russia’s long course of policy with regard
to the Ottoman empire in Turkey, will be frustrated from a quarter whence
she may least expect it.”
That which, in my opinion, establishes the resources and vitality of the
Turkish empire is, that if one of the serious struggles to which it has
been exposed for the last forty years, were to have happened to any other
power, it would either have crippled it or caused its entire destruction.
Turkey, on the contrary, has, during this space of time, experienced the
severest trials, as, for instance, the Greek revolution, the destruction
of the Janissaries in 1826 (who at that time constituted her army), the
annihilation of her fleet at Navarino, the protracted war with Russia,
the civil war with Egypt, and the many partial outbreaks caused by the
machinations of European powers; in spite of all these, so far from
sinking, Turkey, at this time possesses, besides irregular troops and
auxiliaries, a regular and well-disciplined army and a splendid fleet,
and is endeavouring still further to increase, and re-establish peace,
and internal security; and also to find the best means of enriching her
treasury without burdening her subjects; and I trust, that, under the
beneficial government of the present benign Sultan, and his enlightened
ministers (in spite of the fanatical party), Turkey will yet make great
progress in civilisation and all its concomitant blessings. At least, if
she does not, it will not be for want of exertion on the part of Abdul
Medjid to introduce into his empire a thorough reform, himself setting an
example to his subjects of forbearance and goodly feeling towards the
many sects dwelling within the boundaries of his empire. The truth of
these views has been amply proved by the gallant resistance offered by
Turkey at the present crisis to the unjust aggressions of Russia.
Just before leaving Constantinople, a circumstance occurred which created
quite a sensation amongst all classes and creeds. An Armenian girl, the
daughter of very respectable parents, formed a secret attachment to a
young Moslem, in the service of the Sultan. The lovers managed to
contrive interviews without exciting the suspicion of the girl’s friends;
and eventually the girl fled to her lover, embraced the Mahommedan faith,
and was regularly married to him. Sometime after they had been married,
the young girl went to call upon her mother, most probably without her
husband’s consent. The mother and all her relations bemoaning with many
tears her apostasy, implored of the girl not to return to her husband,
but to be received once again into her mother church. The girl, overcome
by emotion for the moment, yielded a ready consent; and for her better
security, it was agreed that she should be placed within the Armenian
asylum. This was accordingly done, and the husband made vain search for
his missing bride. Meanwhile the young lady got tired of her
confinement, and very possibly of the treatment she received from the
over-zealous attendants at the asylum, and accordingly contrived, through
the window of the room where she was confined, to convey a message to her
husband. The husband immediately complained to the authorities; who
without delay demanded the girl of the bishop. The prelate at first
denied any knowledge of the person in question. A military force was
then sent to bring her away at any hazard; and a parley commenced between
the commandant and the bishop, in which the latter gave his _parole
d’honneur_, that if the troops were withdrawn he would conduct the girl
himself next day before the divan, and she should there declare publicly,
which of the two faiths she of her own free will would wish to embrace.
Meanwhile the ambassadors of all European powers had exerted themselves
on the woman’s behalf, but all to no purpose. Next day she was brought
up trembling before the divan, to answer the important question about to
be put her. Most of the European authorities were present, and so was
the husband; and no sooner did her eye meet his again, than all her
resolution failed her; and so powerful was the effect of her love, that
she relinquished parents, family, friends, creed, and nation, all for his
sake; and when asked the question, to which creed she gave the
preference, her reply was—“_I am a Moslem_, _the wife of a Moslem_, _and
I will live and die as such_.” This settled the affair at once. The
Turk took his wife to his house back again, and the poor bishop
sorrowfully withdrew, lamenting as he went along the unfavourable result
of the affair.
Before quitting the subject of my sojourn at Stamboul, I cannot forget
the great kindness I received from Alfred Churchill, the proprietor of
the Turkish newspaper, “Djeridei Havadis,” which he supplies with
translations, by himself, of the leading topics of European news.
The father of this gentleman was an English merchant established there.
Being very fond of shooting, it happened one day that on sport intent, he
crossed to seek his game on the Asiatic side of the Bosphorus—I would
observe that a prejudice exists among the more bigoted natives against
Europeans crossing the straits—our gallant sportsman was also
unfortunately somewhat short-sighted, and as one does not commonly shoot
in spectacles, nor employ that species of eye-glass which some of the
young English ladies are so fond of bringing to bear upon any object of
their curiosity, the natural consequence was that Mr. Churchill fell into
a misadventure, and unluckily wounded a Turkish child. This of course,
brought the relations and friends, and indeed the whole neighbourhood
upon him, who attacked him with sticks, stones, and slippers, and
anything at hand. After half killing him, they dragged him off to
prison. This was a natural, perhaps a deserved, punishment for going
about and taking bad aims in dangerous localities.
His ambassador made a dreadful noise about this mishap. Colonel --- was
sent from England to enquire into the circumstances, who very fairly
reported that our friend was certainly wrong, considering the state of
his vision, to be shooting near the place, and the Turks were also to
blame for the manner of their attack.
But the government of Turkey, after all the trouble and correspondence it
caused them, nobly and generously allowed him a reparation, namely, the
privilege of trading duty free in salt, which put several thousands into
his pocket.