Abstemiousness Of The Turks

Constantiuople is the ïïiost températe capital in the world. Spending a day aftcr day in the open air, wandering among the common folks, having at ene time several peoplo in my employ, evon in the biting tiir befóte dayiight I never l'ound any Turk drinking stronger boverage than coffee. But that is nothing to their great annual feast. During the Kamadan, which lasts a whole month. frora suiirip.e to sunset tho panting boatni;m, the heavy laden portor will touch nothing like focd, not even tobáceo, and no drink whatever; and at sundown will imike up for this abstinonce not by a drunken carouse, but by a larger dish of pilsui and and a longer smoke of Lataka. To be sure, temperance is a part of tho Turk's religión, but is it not of ours ? And that religión nn imposture, as we cali it - has something very real in its worship at four in the morning the ycar round, its indifferonca to "Infidels"' gaze, the heartiness of all its observances, the soverity of its daily Belf-deninls. üften havo I found the shop entirely open whilo the fhopman was at his prayers, and I have taken up the goods to seo if auyhody would reinonstrato, and laid them down again without anybody's interferance. And how often have I watched tho thin-clad boatiu:iu kneeling in prayer on the wet sand or in a drizzliiig rain, " tho world forgettiug, by the world forgot ! "