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TURKEY.

(From the Modern Traveller.)

WHATEVER be the origin of the Turks as a nation, the foundation of the Ottoman empire dates no further back than the conquest of Prusa, the capital of Bithynia, by Othman, the son of Ertogrul, or Orthogrul, a Turcoman chieftain in the service of Aladin, a sultan of Iconium, who had established himself at Shughut, on the banks of the Sangirius. "Othman possessed," says Gibbon, "and perhaps surpassed the ordinary virtues of a soldier'; and the circumstances of time and place were propitious to his independence and success. The Seljukian dynasty was no more; and the distance and decline of the Mogul Khans soon enfranchised him from the control of a superior. He was situate on the verge of the Greek empire: the Koran sinctified his gazi, or holy war against the infidels, and their political errors unlocked the passes of Mount Olympus, and invited him to descend into the plains of Bithynia. It was on the 27th July, in the year 1299 of the Christian era, that Othman first invaded the territory of Nicomedia, and the singular accuracy of the date seems to disclose some foresight of the rapid and destructive growth of the monster.

The annals of the twenty-seven years of his reign would exhibit a repetition of the same inroads; and his hereditary troops were multiplied in each campaign by the accession of captives and volunteers. Instead of retreating to hills, he maintained the most useful and defensible posis; fortified the towns and castles which he had pillaged; and renounced the pastoral life for the baths and palaces of his infant capital. ut it was not till Othman was oppressed by age and infirmities, that he received the welcome news of the conquest of Prusa, which had been surrendered by famine or treachery to the arms of his son Orchan. The glory of Othman is chiefly founded on that of his descendants; but the Turks have transcribed or composed a royal testament of his counsels of justice and moderation. From the conquest of Prusa, we may date the true era of the Ottoman Empire. The lives and pos

sessions of the Christian subjects were redeemed by a tribute or ransom of 30,000 crowns of gold; and the city by the labours of Orchan, assumed the aspect of a Mahommedan capital. The office of Vizir was constituted for Aladin, the brother of Orchan."

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Nice was taken by Orchan in 1330, and Nicomedia fell nine years after. The Moslem conqueror granted a safe-conduct to all who were desirous of departing with their families and effects; but the widows of the slain were given in marriage to the conquerors; and the sacrilegious plunder, the books, the vases, and the images, were sold or ransomed at Constantinople. The Emperor Andronicus the younger was vanquished and wounded by the son of Othman; he subdued the whole province or kingdom of Bithynia as far as the shores of the Bosphorus and the Hellespont; and the Christians confessed the justice and clemency of a reign which claimed the voluntary attachment of the Turks of Asia. Yet Orchan was content with the modest title of emir; and in the list of his compeers, the princes of Roun or Anatolia, his military forces were surpassed by the emirs of Ghermian and Caramania, each of whom could bring into the field an army of 40,000 men." On the death of Amir, the Turkish prince of Aidin, (Mysia), who had been the friend and ally of Cantacuzene, the Bithynian emir was applied to, to join his arms with those of the Greek emperor against the Latins. Orchan readily entered into this advantageous alliance, as a reward of which he obtained in marriage the daughter of Cantacuzene." "The Greek clergy," says the historian, "connived at the marriage of a Christian princess with a Without the sectary of Mahommed rites of the church Theodora was delivered to her barbarous lord; but it had been stipulated, that she should preserve her religion in the harem of Boursa; and her father celebrated her charity and devotion in this ambiguous situation. But the friendship of Orchan was subservient to his religion and interest; and in the Genoese war, he joined without a blush the enemies of Cantacuzene."

In this part of the Bithynin Emir, Bayazid, surnamed Ilderim, the Thunwe seem to have a counterpart to the derbolt, whose reign forms one of the artful and varying policy by which, in most splendid epochs in the Turkish our own days, the Vizir of loannina annals. Pursuing the plans and policy succeeded in rendering himself master of his father, he led his triumphant of Epirus and the greater part of Greece. armies from Boursa to Adrianople, Alternately the ally of the Latins and and from the Danube to the Euphrates. the Greeks, Orehan steadily pursued The Seljuktan Emirs of Asia Minor his own aggrandizement. In the civil had taken advantage of the distant wars of Romania, the Turkish cavalry, expeditions of Amurath, to unite their under the command of Soliman, his armis for the purpose of recovering eldest son, performed some service for their independence. Among these, the Emperor, but perpetrated more mis- the most powerful were the princes of chief. The Chersonesus was insensi- Caramania, who, by their influence bly filled with a Turkish colony, and over the minor chieftains, and by their Gallipoli, the key of the Hellespont, coalitions with the Greek Emperors which had been partially destroyed by beyond the Hemus and the Danube, an earthquake, was rebuilt and peo- stirred up war alternately on that pled by the policy of Soli uan That frontier from which the Ottoman army prince having been killed by a fall was farthest removed. These revolts from his horse, the aged Orchan was and disturbances, by embarrassing the succeeded in his dominions by his son progress of the conqueror, protracted Murad, or Amurath 1. who subdued, the final overthrow of the Greek emwithout resistance, the whole of Thrace, pire. A victory obtained by Amurath from the Hellespont to Mount Hermus, over the Caramanians and their allies and made Adrianople the seat of a bey in the plain of Iconium, destroyed for lerbeylik, or vice-royalty, about 1365. the time this formidable confederacy; The Emperor John Palæologus, appears to have purchased his friendship or forbearance by the most abject submission; and Constantinople remained the capital-of a shadowy empire. The military bands called Yengi cheri, new soldiers, (corrupted into Janizaries,) were composed originally of European captives taken in the wars: they formed the first regular body of infan try ever maintained in constant exercise and pay by any European sovereign, and soon became the chief strength and pride of the Ottoman armies.

Amorath is said to have been of mild temper and unostentatious deportment, a lover of learning and virtue. Hle perished by the hand of a foreign assassin, after gaining the victory of Cassova over the confederated Slavonian tribes*; and was succeeded in 1889 by the renowned Bajazet, or

I do not consider the term assassin can be strietly applied to the man who killed Amurath 1. The World in Minature" gives the following acconut of his death;-"The Sultan alighting from his horse, walked over the field of battle, and remarked with astonishment that almost all his foes, with whose bodies it was covered, were beardless youths," 'Prince,' said

but Bajazat, not content with their
equivocal submission, resolved to an-
nex by force their territories to his
empire. Openly renouncing the peace-
alle maxims of his predecessors, he
shipped of their hereditary posse:s-
ions his brother emirs of Glermian,
(or Kermian) and Karaman of Ardin
and Saruckhan. The northern regions
of Anatolia, from Angora to Amasia
and Fizeroum, had already been re-
duced to obedience; and after the
conquest of Iconium, the ancient king-
dom of the Seljukians might be con-
sidered as revived in the Ottoman
dynasty. "No sooner had he imposed
a regular form of servitude on the
Servians and Bulgarians, than he
passed the Danube to seck new ene-
mies and new subjects in the heart of
Moldavia. Whatever yet adhered to
the Greek empire in Thrace, Macedo-

one of his generals, none but hot headed boys
dare cope with Mesnimaus.' While ho was
speaking a wounded Triballian, extended on
the ground near them, raised himself, recogni-
zed the Sultan by the respect paid to him, gave
him a mortal blow, and was himself immedi-
ately ent to pieces.”

ria, and Thessaly, acknowledged a Turkish master. An obsequious bishop led him through the gates of Thermopyla into Greece; and we may observe," adds Gibbon, whose words we are citing, that the widow of a Spanish chief, who possessed the ancient seat of the oracle of Delphi, deserved his favour by the sacrifice of a beauteous daughter. The Turkish communication between Europe and Asia had been dangerous and doubtful till he stationed at Gallipoli a fleet of galleys to command the Hellespont, and intercept the Latin Succours of Constantinople. While the monarch indulged his passions in a boundless range of injustice and cruelty, he imposed on his soldiers the most rigid laws of modesty and abstinence; and the harvest was peaceably reaped and sold within the precincts of the camp."

ROYAL APPETITES.

CHARLES XII. was brave, noble generous, and disinterested,--a complete hero, in fact, and a regular fire-eater. Yet, in spite of these qualifications and the eulogiums of his biographer, it is pretty evidient to those who impartially consider the career of this potentate, that he was by no means of a sang mind. In short, to speak plainly, he was mad, and deserved a strait-waistcoat as richly as any strawcrowned monarch in Bediam A single instance, in my opinion, fully substantiates this. I allude to his absurd freak at Frederickshall, when, in order to discover how long he could exist without now ishment, he abstained from all kinds of food for more than seventy hours! Now, would any man in his senses have done this? Would Louis XVIII., for instance, that wise and ever-to-be-lamented monarch? Had it been the reverse, indeed - bad Charles, instead of practising starvation, adopted the opposite expedient, and endeavoured to ascertain the greatest possible quantity of meat, fruit, bread. wine, vegetables, &c. &c. he could have disposed of in any given time-why then it might have

been something! But to fast for three days! If this be not madness !— Indeed, there is but one reason I could ever conceive for a person not eating ; and that is, when, like poor Count Ugolino and his family, he can get nothing to eat!

Charles, now, and Louis-what a contrast! The first despised the pleasures of the table, abjured wine, and would, I dare say, just as soon have been without "a distinguishing taste" as with it. Your Bourbon, on the contrary, a five-mealed man, quaffing right Falernian night and day; and wis-ly esteeming the gratification of his palate of such importance, as absolutely to send from Lille to Paris -a distance of I know not how many score leagues-at a crisis, too, of peculiar difficulty for a sin le páte! "Go," cried the illustrious exile to his messenger; "dispatch, mon enfant! Mount the tri-colour! Shout Vive le Diable! Any thing! But be sure to clutch the precious compound! Napoleon has driven me from my throne; but he cannot deprive me of my appetite!" Here was courage! I challenge the most enthusiastic admirer of Charles to produce a similar instance of indifference to danger!

There is another trait in the character of Louis which equally demands our admiration, and proves that the indomitable firmness may be sometimes associated with the most sensitive and -infantine sensibility. f conrse, it will be perceived that I allude to the peculiar tenderness by which that amiable prince was often betrayed, even into tears, upon occasions when ordinary minds would have manifested comparative non-chalance. I have been assured that Louis absolutely wept at Hartwell, merely because oysters were out of season! - a testaceous production, to which he was remarkably attached, (whence his cognomen of Des Huîtres, by corruption Dix-huit ;) so much so, indeed, as to be literally ready to cut them, whenever they were brought into his presence. It is said that this worthy descendant of the good Henri used to put a barrel of Colchester oysters daily hors de combat, merely to give him an appetite.

The Monk of St. Bernard.

IROM THE GERMAN.

"OH! that we had once got over this dreary month of March, which brings us nothing but snow storms, and frosts, and fogs" cried Gertrude, with a sigh as she gave the last turn to the newly-washed linen she was folding.

"Never fear but it will be over soon enough," said her mother, diligently plying her iron-" but remember, my child, that it is God in his wisdom, who sends us the rain and sunshine, each in its turn, not only for the sake of the fruits of the earth, but to nourish the seeds of His grace in our hearts, which would soon be overgrown with the weeds of vanity and foolishness, if every thing in this world went on according to our will and pleasure."

"Alas! mother," answered Gertrude, "you well know why it is, that this terrible weather makes me so miserable. You know that Conrad's father means to give up his business next May, and make over his workshop to his son; and that for this reason, Conrad is coming home with all speed, and according to his last letter, may be expected immediately. And his road leads over those terrific Swiss mountains, where every thing lies buried in snow, and where there are avalanches falling by thousands, as large as our Magdalen's Church, and as merciless as hungry wolves. And how easily may my poor Conrad be overtaken by some cruel disaster, and instead of coming home to his bride, be swallowed up in an untimely grave!" "But why should you always look forward to the worst!" asked her mother. "This want of reliance on Providence is really very sinful."

"Oh! mother," answered Gertrude, putting her handkerchief to her eyes, if you did but know my dreams! If you could see him, as I do every night, standing on the top of a rock, and beckoning to me so eagerly !--and then, when, I would fain go to him, I feel as if an insupportable weight prevented me from moving; or else, horrid troops of bears, or raging flames

that seem to reach the sky, come between me and him. All this does not, cannot but betoken evil."

"No, no my dear child," said the mother, "this is no rule at all. Bad dreams often come out by contraries And besides, you should recollect, the Swiss mountains are not without inhabitants. Don't you remember all the things the good Monk told us, who brought the letter last Autumn from your uncle in St. Blanc, and fell sick here on his way back? Have you forgotten how we used to enjoy his stories about the Convent on that immense mountain, and the dogs that are sent out in search of the lost travellers? The good man!-how kind and gentle he was, with all his gravity!-and how well I remember, aye, as well as if it were only yesterday, how he blessed us and thanked us for our care of him, when he was cured, and went away, and how earnestly he repeated that beautiful saying,

"When most thon fea.est,

God is nearest."

"You are right indeed, dear mother, cried Gertrude, smiling through her tears-"There was something in that good man, in the pious faith which spoke in all his words and looks, that made one almost ready to fancy him a saint, whose blessing would ward off every evil and danger. Oh! if it would but please Heaven to throw Conrad in his way, assuredly no harm would happen to him."

The sound of wheels was now heard at the door. It was Gertrude's father, returning from the fair at G. He got out, shook off the snow from his cap and cloak, thanked his good neighbour Leonard, with a hearty squeeze of the hand, for the friendly lift in his cart, and after sundry stampings and scrapings, at length crossed the threshold, to receive the warm greetings of his wife and daughter.

"What tremendous weather!" cried he-"Here are my feet almost frozen, and this the eve of Lady-day—but I have got something to tell you,” continned he, taking off his coat and boots, and changing them for those which were laid ready on the stove." You

must know that at the Stag at G. I met with two travellers, from whose conversation I discovered that they had just come from Italy, and that a third poor fellow who was with them, had unfortunately been lost in the snow. One of them talked a great deal about Turin, and when I asked if he knew any thing of Conrad, it came out that they were well acquainted; and had been working very near one another. He says he is the cleverest workman in all that great city, and that owing to his skilfulness, his master has been made cabinet-maker to the King. He told me moreover, that Conrad intended to leave Turin the week after he saw him, so that he must now be half way home. What say you to this my bonny little bride?"

Poor Gertrude turned red and pale by turns, and hurried out of the room to hide her emotion from her father, who was wont to be rather severe upon these sort of agitatious.

"Why what can ail the girl?" asked he, in a tone of surprise

"Cannot you guess?" answered the mother- We were just talking about Conard's coming back, and the terrible Swiss mountains he has to cross, and then you come in with your story of the poor traveller, and make her heart heavier than ever."

"Oh! this will soon be over, when we have Conrad back again safe and sound," said the old man, more indulgently than was usual with him on such occasions.-"And now, good wife, see about getting me something warm and comfortable as soon as may be."

Not considering how little the sky has to do with the calender, which in spite of wind and weather, points out the 21st March as the beginning of the vernal quarter, Conrad had chosen this day for his departure from Turin. A few days afterwards, having left Ivreé and Aoste some way behind, he stopped for a while at the foot of the cloud encircled St. Bernard, to strap on his pack more firmly, tie a stout oil-skin over his hat, and refresh him self with a few mouthfuls from his flask of cordial. Then grasping his sturdy staff, and striking it on the ground to

essay its trustiness, he sallied forth again, full of hope and hardihood.

But, instead of attending his steps along this tedious path, we will ask eur readers to picture to themselves a scene like the following.

A Siberian frost, in all its terrors, is reigning on the wide wastes of the St. Bernard, and spreading over the most tremendous abysses deceitful coverings of snow and ice. A hapless young traveller, stiffened and motionless, lies stretched upon the snow, with his head leaning against a rock, his hands folded together, and his senses lulled into a treacherous sleep. Before him yawns a fearful chasm of deep blue ice, ready to ingulph him for ever, when the warmth of the first sunbeam, or breath of the first south wind, shall dissolve the faithless surface on which he is lying. Sull and placid is the face of the now helpless youth, so lately glowing with health and vigor. His consciousness has melted away, like the dew or the vapor, perhaps amidst delusive visions of a happy past and future.

Sad indeed, is the fate which hangs over him!-a lonely death amidst these icy deserts, where no friendly bosom can receive his last breath, no kindly eye seek out his grave, nor pious hand bestrew its sod with flowers.

But see! the mist begins to rise, gives to view a more extensive prospect, and discovers at a distance, the snow-covered roof of a friendty Convent. Already has the trusty and sagacious Courage discovered the lost wanderer; and his well-known bark given intimation to the humane Bretheren of the Hospice, that another work of charity awaits them. The noble creature hastens onward as a guide; and a few paces behind him a Monk, enveloped in long black garments, comes wading through the snow, with a supply of cordials to revive the sinking animation of the slumberer.

How striking is the contrast between the unconscious form of the exhausted traveller, and the active figure of the benevolent Monk! From his sable hood and broad-rimmed hat, beams forth a countenance, dark in

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