Maumee City express. [volume] (Maumee City, Ohio) 1838-184?, 1839-06-22
MISS PARDOE'S CITY OF THE
SULTAN.

Miss Pardoe will rank and Justly rank,
among the most popular of travellers: she
seems to have had the art of making ac-
quaintances in no ordinary degree, and of
rendering herself so far favorite among
all, as to ensure pleasant footing and n
frankness of communication and intercourse
seldom enjoyed. We proceed to set be-
fore our readers one or two further samples
ofthe spirit of her volumes. The first re-
lates to a peculiar kind of peril in which
she was placed. Among the many dan
gers which all lady travellers must run.
surely the one described in the following is
by far the most fearful.
d" Having at length reached a spacious
saloon, whose cool looking white sofas oc.
cupicd recesses, in each of which n window
afforded the hope of little mir, | not only
threw mp the sash but the jealousics also
TO the great terror Of a couple of slaves who
were looking on. Seeing their alarm,
explained to them that they were not com
PEELED to approach the forbidden opening
but they still continued in such state OF
anxiety that begged them to exolain what
troubled them: whereupon the elder of the
two, plain, clumsy-lookjng woman of five
or six and thirty, and as unattractive II
person rs can well be imagined, told me
that, as the Buyuk lianoum loved me sc
much, she could not bear to see me commit
so helrous a sin. | requested to know
in what my transgression consisted, whcr
she exclaimed in great energy:-
"Suppose Turk passing under the win.
dow should look up and love you, would
you become Mussulman, and marry hing
Certainly not"
"Imagine then the sin for which you vii
be accountable if you continue seated il
front oftllat open easement. Some unhap'
Ipy True Believer will look upon you--hC
will desire to have you for his wfe-ant
when you continue deaf to his passion, he
will grow sick, keep his bed, ard probably
die; and how will you be able to appear it
Paradise with such sin upon your soulf
81 have related this little anecdote, be
cause it proves two distinct facts: first thu
the Turkish women thoroughly believe tina
o happy Immortality awaits them, if they d'
not forfeit it by their own misdeeds; ant
that they are moreover tolerant enough t.
consider it sure that even the Giaours, VIII,
have no SHIRE in the mysteries of Mshomet
have nevertheless the same hope"
Among the numerous passages set dow
for extract is the Interesting half hintet
history of the fine eyed Greek girl, Maria
rita, especially MS her song will serve tt
give the reader u sample of Miss Pardoe'.
easy and flowing verse.
"Another breath! and down came The
darkness, above and about me. The sterl
mountains were family pencilIed against thu
horizon-the breeze sighed through the
bossom-laden branches, as though it mourn
ed the loss of the daylight; and conjurec
as it seemed by that soft sound, up spranE
single stal into the Helvcns--clear, full
aal glittering as th,l5i it had beeI
formed of one puro and perfect diamond
and was reflected back from the calm bosom
of the Bosphorus, in bright bat tempered
brilliancy.
Z" 1t was moment of enchantment! AM
as my eye became accustomed to the sud
den gloom, the whole horizon appeared
changed. 1t was not blackness that veilet
! LIlC SKY HSH WOIc IO Sdolts' uut Il l"
spreading vestment of deep dense blue
without a vapour to dim its in!ensity.-An'
slowly, beautifully, into this empurple'
vault, rose the soft moon, whose silver circl
was almost perfect; casting, as she olomb'
her mysterious path. long line of ligh
across the channel which ettercd like Ii
quid gems.
81 was still gazing on this glorious spec
tacle, motionless aud almost breathess
when Twas startled by deep sigh so'nea
me that nvoluntarily started back a pact
or two: but recovering myself on the in
slant, looked earneatly in the direction
whence it had appeared to comes and, de
tecting amid the branches, the glimmer of
white drapcry, approached the spot, anc
found myself standing beside dark-eyet
girl, who, seated on a broken column, unde
the overarchlng boughs of a magnificent
cedar tree, was plucking to pieces brancl
of orange. blossom which she had torn from
her brow. She was dressed in deep mourn
ing, but over her head she had flung the long