Titel: First English reading book: Engelsch leesboek voor instituten, gymnasiën en hoogere burgerscholen: met Nederlandsche woordenlijst
Auteur: Herrig, Ludwig
Uitgave: Arnhem: J. Voltelen, 1869 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: IWO 513 H 21
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Leesvaardigheid, Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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■which the Romans were wont to pass, and
rode up to the palace of Behsarius, in whose
courtyard swarms of women and naked
children were harboured; the former tried
to conceal their sun-scorched faces with
some dirty rag, while they held up the
other hand for charity, or strove to seize
our bridles. Passing from this screaming
mob, whose faces were the only decently
covered part of their persons, we ascended
halls: here Desolation dwells alone:
„The spider hath woven his web in the palace,
And the owl hath sung her death-song on the
towers of Afrasiab."
The view from these mouldering walls is
the finest in Constantinople. There are
nine gates or portes to the city, the most
remarkable of which is the 'Bab el Hama-
joom,' looking out towards Pera : here sits
the supreme council of the empire, and the
appellation of government is identified with
the Porte which it occupies. In all Orient-
al countries the gate was selected as the
place for administering justice, as being
the most public and the easiest of access.
The Turks retained many of their ancient
usages among the Greek customs which,
for the most part, they adopted, and this
is one of the most remarkable.
We had a busy time of it at Constan-
tinople. I found a pleasant party at Mis-
sirie's hotel, and every hour of the day,
and almost of the night, brought with it
its' engagement. Caiques and horses were
in constant requisition, whether to skim the
bright Bosphorus, or to scour the environs
of Stamboul. On Friday, we hurried down
to the shore, to see the Sultan going to
mosque, as a royal salute from the Seraglio
announced that his caique had left the pa-
lace; ours shot along swiftly, but the Sultan's
seemed to lly; twenty-six rowers, in silken
jackets, urged each gilded galley over,
rather than through, the water. First came
a caique, with a canopy of blue: under this
a group of officers, in blue frock coats with
diamond stars upon the breasts, sate all
facing the Sultan, whose caique followed at
a short distance. He sate under a green
canopy, beneath which was spread a wide
cloak of dark green cloth , lined with ca-
hco, four officers accompanied him, with
their yellow faces turned towards his, like
so many sunflowers: a third galley followed,
and this comprised the procession. A re-
giment of troops, inTurco-Èuropean costume,
awaited his anùval, and a very respectable
band struck up a wild air, which, I sup-
pose, meant, 'Allah, save the Sultan!'
He remained about half an hour in the
mosque, then mounted a handsome horse,
and passed with his suite through a dence
crowd, of which we formed part. He is
twenty-three years of age, and rather hand-
some, with a keen, dark eye, and brown
moustache. He wore a plain blue frock
coat, with a red cap rfnd purple tassel: he
stared at us as he passed, but took no
other notice of our salute. There seemed
a considerable display of taking care of
him; but evidently, the large attendance of
guards, and the mystery maintained as to
his movements, were measures of etiquette
rather than of safety. Grand viziers seem
to undertake all the unpopularity of the
sovereign, together with their other respon-
sibilities: they are often exposed to po-
pular fury — the Sultan never. His divine
character, as the vice-regent of the Pro-
phet, adds considerably to his temporal
authority; and, when the late Sultan Mah-
moud found himself in a crisis in which no
political expedient could avail him, he had
only to unfurl the Sacred Standard (con-
sisting of the unmentionables of Mahomet);
the people Hocked round him with devotion,
and the janizaries were extirpated.
Sultan Mahmoud was one of the five
great men who have been the instruments
of signalizing our age. He ventured on the
glorious attempt which few have survived,
and none have ever lived to see accom-
phshed — that of regenerating a corrupt
people. The attempt failed utterly, as re-
garded the creation of new powers and
capacities: the old were destroyed; but
there was no reproductive principle in the
Turkish character. At the bidding of his
Sultan, the Turk laid aside the external
distinctions of liis race, and with them he
abandoned the sustaining pride, the con-
sciousness of superiority, the elevating fa-
natism that fused his patriotism and his
creed into one great passion. His contempt
for the Frank, whose politics, dress, and
mode of warfare he had been compelled
to assume, has reacted into respect and
fear; such fear, at least, as a Turk can
know, for they are a gallant people still,
those Osmanhs; and though Lhey feel that
their empire is drawing to a close, and are
prepared for the fulfilment of one of those
strange old prophecies, like that which pre-
pared tlie Yncas for the subjugation of their
country they will doubtless die fearlessly
in defence of those walls so fearlessly won
by their fierce ancestors. (K. Warburton.)