The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1885-04-08
Mr.. cox AMP THE SULTAN.
Glowing Description eff an Interview BY the
New Niinfster to Turkey.

Glowing Description CT an Interview By the
New Minister to Turkey.
In The appointment Of Mr.. s. s. Cox, Of
New York, as Minister to Turkey, the Otto.
man Empire will find sn old friend. Mr..
Cox visited and made the acquaintance Of
the Sultan in 1881, sud those who have read
his book, "Orient Sunbeams," will observe
that he is no stranger 70 Turkish customs
His visit to the Sultan ne describes SIS fol-
lows:
when word came to be ready FOR presen.
tation to the Sultan there was an unusual
f1tter around our trunks and in oar wsrd-
robe. 1t was no ordinary occasion. Didnot
the blood of the 'ThunderbolP run, though
sluggishly, in his veins? Was he not the
titular, If not the actual head, OF nearly two
hundred million of one faith? We pass
palace after pa acs below the Towers of
Europe. 1t is splendid picture. The
Dolma-Batchke Palace is Corinthlau,
and here, when the Sultan Aziz was de-
thToned, fifty boatloads Of his women were
emptied out Of the harem, but happily
housed at the Seraglio.
I'VE are received in a style worthy of the
spot. We are expected. We pass through
the grand gateway Of the quay and out
upon the street. We enter gilded coaches
driven By gold-laced coschmen, who light
cigarettes. We drive between hot, yellow
walls, within which sre foliage, mosques
minaTets and dome. until We are within the
palace grounds on the hill. These precino's
are net romantic, nor is the palace oriental.
1t is marble and modern. No gazslles are
ambushed under roses; no fountains send
their spray to the sun.
"Asslm Pacha is an elderly man. he
stoops little. He has silver hair, and not
much OF that. Mr.. Head, the Consul, points
out, sitting on a red divan, the hero of
PlevDa, Osman Pacha He is the Minister of
Vs. Re is huiit like General Mcclellan.
Il T. &C is unmisiaksbly oriental. His eye
i laIse, black and lustrous. He is an eq1s.
bic, haI dsome man. ! caught his eye upon
me, and held my hat with tighter grip and
fumbled for cigarette.
I'VE formed in line behind the Minister
and proceed under escort up The staircase to
the audience chamber. We pass up between
soldiers, fine large Circassians in their ma
tive array, who look ct as impassively.
African enunchs, In rich attire, stand like
statues on the steps. Officers with side arms,
and soldiers with rifles are in waiting. We
halt moment st the head OF the stairs, aud
locking within through S large chamber,
perceive in the grand saloon before us a
well made man OF medium size and OF Sc.
rene, almost melancholy aspect. He stands
alone. He Tears q blue uniform, with the
Inevitable fez. He holds 8 sword OF golden
sheath eDd isTeled hilt. a rich sash is over
his shoulder. We approach in due order
snd make formal bow. After several
rather elaborate bows from the Sultan's
officers we swsit events. TIE Sultan raises
his dreamy. languid, thoashtful eyes and his
sallow face lights up little. Then the con.
fabulation begins.
II confess to an enthusiasm Tor this mon
arch. He is King, every inch, and with.
out any dramatic osteDtation, for | learn
from our Consul that he deserves great re.
gard for his rare ability. He is his own ad-
wiser, and ths troubles and care growing out
OF The eouivocal death of his predecessor,
and with the populations Of divers religions
and races which he mast reconcile to rule,
he is not unworthy of the fame OF Abdul
Meiid, Vs. ose memory is to NE q part OF my
earliest association in this city, whose praises
then were on every tongue"
Mr.. Cox's book is octave volume of 407
pages, not less than 100 of which are devoted
10 glowing descriptions of ths Bosphorus, the
old Seraelio, the tonbs of the Sultans, the
bowling dervishes, the Museum of Ancient
Costumes and the dead Turkish Parliament.