The Sun.
London, England, 1829-07-13 00:00:00

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:Ii 2801b5.) s. d. to s. d.
forfolk and

iffblk,Fine 53 0 55 0
'orks., Fine 51 0 53 0
Seconds 46 0 48 0
Irish, Fine.- 51 0 53 0
Superfine 54 0 56 0
—Heated or stale 48 0 50 0
Per load of 2401 b.
Oatmeal, English-. 31 0 32 0
& Irish 32 0 33 0
Feeding 26 0 27 0

Qum-aft MINING INTELLIGENCE. Tons. Cwt
Average of Copper Ore sold at Redruth last Thursday 1,746 , 0
Produce 7% 0
Quantity of fine Copper 137 12
Amount of Sale. 10,0021.65. 6tl.—Average Standard. 1071.105. Od.

Lord LOWTIIER has advertised for sale, by
Public auction, Exeter 'Change, and the various buildings
r°ll4uous to it, in lots. Upon this plan his Lordship in-
tods to dispose of the ground OR building leases, when
old materials are cleared away ; subject, however, to
e"siatent and uniform style of building, which will be
Previously arranged at the Office of Woeds and Forests.

LITERATURE.

TRAVELS TO AND FROM CONSTANTINOPLE,
BY CAPTAIN C. C. FRANKLAND, R.N.

LoNnoN. 1829.
In the year 1827, and just after the destruc-
tion of the Janissaries by Sultan Mahmoud,
Captain Frankland, struck, as he tells us, by an
admiration of that great Sovereign, resolved on
paying him a visit, or rather on paying a visit to
Constantinople, for the purpose of ascertaining
fir himself the character and resources of the
Turks. He accordingly left Vienna on the
24th of March, and on reaching the Austrian
fortress of Temeswar, in Hungary, was astonished
to find neither sentinel nor watchman at the
gate. This struck him as being an unprece-
dented circumstance, more especially as Temes-
war is " one of the strongest fortresses of the
Austrian Empire." With some difficulty the
postillion contrived to climb over the barricade
and awaken the corps de garde, who ultimately
consented to let in the travellers. On quitting
Temeswar, he made at once for the Carpathian
mountains which he crossed,but not without con-
siderable labour, owing to the almost inaccessible
quality of the roads, the frequency of the preci-
pices, the perpetual rains, and loose disjointed
soil. These mountains have little to recommend
them, whether in the way of scenery or situa-
tion ; they are said, however, to abound in
streams of gold dust, and ought surely to have
something good about them by way of counter-
balance to their atrocious 'roads and passes.
Throughout the neighbourhood the people,
we should observe, speak Latin, not the pure
idiomatic Latin that we recognise as the lan-
guage of the old Romans, but a mixed spurious
dialect, made up partly of French, party of Ger-
man, with here and there a Turkish phrase
thrown in by way of a euphonious variety. Of
Bucharest, the capital of Wallachia, Captain
Frankland speaks in terms of praise. It is, it
seems, famous for female beauty—a striking re-
commendation, and one that renders it well

worth a visit :-
4' Bucharest stands upon a small river, called the Dom•
nitza, which joins the river Argish, a little to the south-
east of Bucharest, and falls into the Danube below Giur-
gevo. We now returned to our hospitable friend, Dr.
Griffiths, who had invited some of the boyards, with their
ladies, to come and meet us for the evening. One of
these ladies was a most bewitching and fascinating crea-
ture, with a fine classic Greek countenance, eyebrows
arched like half-moons, eyes which beamed like the ga-
zelle's, and seemed to melt into softness; hands and arms
fit for a statuary to model from ; and her pretty bust en-
veloped in such a delicious little Greek jacket of black
velvet, embroidered with gold, that I felt it worth while
to have come all the way from Vienna to have had the
pleasure of beholding her. Her name is Marli Ballac-
ciano ; !ter conversation was lively and agreeable, and her
manners highly polished and lady-like.
" The females of Bucharest are renowned for their
beauty and their attractions. I felt that it might be a
dangerous place to remain long in ; but regretted that the
morrow would, in all probability, hurry me away into a
country where I should see no more pretty faces, and en-
joy no longer the sweets of female society. We returned
to our hotel at eleven o'clock, fatigued, and glad to get into
a clean, comfortable bed.
" We learnt from our friends that Bucharest contained
about seventy or eighty thousand inhabitants, three hun-
dred and sixty churches, and twenty or thirty convents,
monasteries, and nunneries. The number of the reli-
gious professions seems to bear an immense and fatal dis-
proportion to that of the laical. At night we were lighted
through the streets by men bearing torches made of the
pitch pine tree ; indeed, they were merely long pieces of
this fir lighted at the end, and. yielding a most prodigious
blaze. These rude and primitive torches gave very much
the appearance of demons to the ragged wretches who
bore them. The strange mixture of Oriental and Euro-
pean costumes and manners, which strikes the stranger at
every step in Bucharest, makes it a very interesting place
to the picturesque traveller."
After leaving Bucharest, our traveller comes
upon several Wallachian villages ; " about five
o'clock we resumed our seats upon our trusses
of hay, and drove rapidly towards the Danube,
passing by some villages of underground cottages,
whose exterior presented the appearance ofso many
dung-hills. In many parts of Hungary and
Transylvania these miserable abodes of wretched-
ness are to be met with." At Guirgevo, which
Captain Frankland describes as being a strong
fortification ; he was struck with the alacrity
with which the Turkish soldiers pursued
the new system of discipline. They sub-
mitted to it as to a discipline which they felt
would carry considerable national advantages
along with it. This remark is in perfect accord-
ance with what Mr. Madden says on the same
subject ; and when two enlightened travellers
agree, their opinions on the point of agreement
are entitled to the greatest respect. Both con-
cur in stating that the new military regulations
will at no distant period render the Turks in-
finitely more formidable than they have ever yet
shown themselves. Shumla, which is called the
Thermopylx of Bulgaria, Captain Frankland
considers " a fortress untenable in the hands of
European troops." It is an extensive town,
straggling and walled, and carries on a consider-
able commerce in braziery and clothing. The
country round it is cheerful, almost beautiful,
and on the sides of the sandy hills which nearly
surround it, there are great quantities of vineyards.
' On passing through Bulgaria, Capt. Frankland
was much struck with the hatred that the pea-
. sentry every where evinced towards their " Os-
. manlee oppressors." They are, however, a cau-
ltious, timid set of people, and fear to evince
:,0"; this hatred otherwise than by signs. . The pas-
sage over the Balkan mountains our traveller
cp
found a work of time and trouble. The diffi.
culties, however, are far, very far, from being in-
superable, either to an individual or an army.—
The whole of this country, that is to say, Rou-
melia and Bulgaria, abounds in buffaloes.
These may be rendered very serviceable for agri-
cultural and other purposes ; their flesh, how-
ever, it seems, is bad,—a point on which Capt.
Frankland is decidedly at issue with the Ame-
rican novelist Cooper, who describes the buf-
falo's hump as a luxury worthy of a London
Alderman. After travelling a few days longer
through a country the very reverse of the ro
mantic or picturesque, Captain Frankland comes
in sight of the sea of Marmora, at which he sets
up a shout as enthusiastic as did the Ten Thou-
sand Greeks, when, from the brow of some lofty
mountain, they first beheld a glimpse of the
same welcome object. The approach to Con-
stantinople, from whatever direction beheld,
teems with beauties, Capt. Frankland was, of
course, in extacies with it, and describes his feel-
ings with the grace and elegance of an accom-

plished writer. The following is an affecting
description of one of the burying-grounds near
Constantinople
Nothing can be more delightful than the sensations
created by the gloomy shades of these cypress forests, filled
as'they are by the striking-looking and picturesque tombstones
and sarcophagi of the Turks, while every now and then
you come suddenly upon some solemn-looking solitary
Moslem on his knees at the foot of the tomb, perhaps of
some dear wife, child, or relative ; are witness to the
tears which trickle down his beard, and hear the sighs
and even groans which issue from a breast which seems to
struggle for the mastery over its tender (and, in his eyes,
perhaps unmanly) feelings. Frequently have I found the
mother and the widow paying these sad tributes to their
departed idol, and offering up their fervent prayers to
Allah and to Mahomet fur the happiness in Paradise of
the soul of their beloved, and carefully watering the little
bouquets of emblematic flowers with which they ornament
the grave.
" The Turks, although barbarous, are remarkable for
their tenderness to their females and their offspring ; and
while they visit infidelity and disobedience with death,
they are generally kind and caressing to the faithful wife
and the dutiful child. Again, at mid-day and sunset, the
Turks in groups, under the deep shadows of the cypresses,
spread their shawls and cloaks upon the ground, and re-
main ter many minutes in fervent prayer, and apparent
abstraction from all worldly ideas. Meanwhile, above
your head and around you are hundreds of beautiful little
turtle-doves, cooing and billing, and adding by their gentle
murmurs and the extatic fluttering of their wings, to the
witching sensations excited by such delicious scenery, and
such a sky and climate as that of Turkey at this period of
the year."
The population of Constantinople is, says
our traveller, and has been since the year 1821,
greatly upon the decline. The very spirit of the
inhabitants seems to have been struck as with
a torpedo, and little remains but their in-
curable hatred to Christians. This hatred,
strange
..to say, is more prevalent among the
women than the men, the former of whom, with no
less taste than delicacy, frequently honoured our
traveller by spitting in his face. The following
is a very characteristic scene. Coquetry, it seems,
is the chief privilege of women all the world