Denton Examiner, Audenshaw, Hooley Hill and Dukinfield Advertiser. — 1876-12-02 (Denton, Greater Manchester, England)

THE BAZAARS AT STAMBOTYL.—Persons from face; and we,ansiouely awaited intelligence about him, the Frank quarter visiting the vast enclosure devoted Ere we reached San Francisco, a telegram informed its to commerce at Stamboul must thread their way along that he had been found at the foot of a precipice. narrow, dirty lanes, and pass through the court of the His body *e.g terribly :braised: end many bones were Mosque of Bayezid, or Bajazet, famed for its monobroken, so that he was not expected to recover, lioths of green stone and jasper. In this court live, Ile was interrogated about Captain Croall's execution and are maintained at the public expense, hundreds of and the robbery.; and told that Creel' wee stil l alive, and pigeons, said to be descendants et the very bird that by in the train when lie attempted suicide. This elicited 'a miraculous interposition saved the life of the Prophet dying confession that he, ancl pot Crpall, les the of Islam. It is related that when Mohammed fled culprit who stole the old. miner's money, a mur- from Mecca to escape from the fury of the Koreishites, tiered him- to mcape detection—the victim, baying incited by his implacable foe, Abu Sam% he and his awoke and caught him in the act. Croat' wished to father in-law, Abu Baker, took shelter in a cave in confront him, 414'd:filth came too rapidly. , ' Mount Thor, about an hour's distance from the city. Fresh congratulations pressed in on Captaie Croat% On hearing the near approach of the pursuers, Abs. who thus-net only Imethes innocence established, but Beker, in alarm, exclaimed, "They are many, we are had found .a emtand daughter to cheer his lola age. but two." The Prophet rejoined, "Nay, there sac In San Francisco he met several pf the minters wlio third, for God is with WS," and immediately a miracle had formerly helped to hang hini. They were healthy, rewarded his pions faith. By the time the Koreishites and of course regretted much having acted so hastily reached the cave, an acacia tree had sprung up,apigeon on purely circumstantial evidence. had built a nest and laid two eggs in it, and a spider The cap: am invited his fellow.passengere to dinner had woven its web across the entrance. The pursurers shortly after arrival. The affair was & success. His turned away disappointed, and the fugitives were health and long life and Isis daughter's welfare were saved. None of the sacred pigeons were ever killed ; enthusiastically toasted. He subsequently settled for indeed a wilful injury to one of them is said to be good in the Californian capital, where his daughter punished with death. Their number is kept within resides, and every year they make a pilgrimage to the bounds by frequent gifts of pairs to distant mosques never-to-be-forgotten tree and the scene of the execu- and to privileged individuals. The bazaar comprises lion from which he had so narrow an escape. miles and miles of narrow lanes intersecting each other. A row of low counters runs along the front of the shops. On these the nmeters sit cross-legged, or with one foot under them, quietly smoking their pip., and languidly transacting business with customers, who not unfrequently mat themselves in like manner, while they drive a sloel bargain. and murder precio. time. People following the same trade occupy the same street. Near the entrance of the bazaar are found the trades of least importance, such as sellers of beads, combs, and spoons. There are whole streets with shops full of thelsiet articles of every material, from wood and bone to silver and gold, adorned with coral and precious stones. Here, too, may be seen the chopsticks, which remind one of the vampire lady in the story, who iIl her husband's presence ate nothing but rice, which she picked up. grain by grain. One can understand how her rose 4 awed Singers manipulated the dainty machine for which advanced civilisation, always in a hurry, even in eating, has substituted a many-pronged fork. —The Argosy. THIS little lyric of Justinitte Kerner's, pelfeot and fragrant as a flower, has in Miss Lucaa's translations been transferred with a tend, and elrilfed hand to the soil of another language, where it blooms not unbecomingly: The stars shine o'er the vale below, The mill-wheel tarneds free. I to the dying miller go, • He longs his friend to see. I heard, as down the steps I went, The mill-wheel's muffled roar, In which n bell's soft chime was bloat, The daily task is-nor. I stood beside the miller's bed: He lay Wilma a sound, His heart was cold, his spirit fled—. And silence reigned around. . His friends stood round lamenting sore, Cold Was his heart, and still. Fast flow the waters as before, But silent stands the mill. . ON