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n which my acquaintance had been made with him, and knowing his country's susceptibility of being taken by a story, I resolved to make my advances by narrating a circumstance which had once befallen me in my early life. Our countrymen, English and Irish, travel so much now a days, that one ought never to feel surprised at finding them anywhere. The instance I am about to relate will verify to a certain extent the fact, by showing that no situation is too odd or too unlikely to be within the verge of calculation. When the 10th foot, to which I then belonged, were at Corfu, I obtained with three other officers a short leave of absence, to make a hurried tour of the Morea, and taking a passing glance at Constantinople--in those days much less frequently visited by travellers than at present. After rambling pleasantly about for some weeks, we were about to return, when we determined that before sailing we should accept an invitation some officers of the "Dwarf" frigate, then stationed there, had given us, to pass a day at Pera, and pic-nic in the mountain. One fine bright morning was therefore selected--a most appetizing little dinner being carefully packed up--we set out, a party of fourteen, upon our excursion. The weather was glorious, and the scene far finer than any of us had anticipated--the view from the mountain extending over the entire city, gorgeous in the rich colouring of its domes and minarets; while, at one side, the golden horn was visible, crowded with ships of every nation, and, at the other, a glimpse might be had of the sea of Marmora, blue and tranquil as it lay beneath. The broad bosom of the Bosphorus was sheeted out like a map before us--peaceful yet bustling with life and animation. Here lay the union-jack of old England, floating beside the lilies of France--we speak of times when lilies were and barricades were not--the tall and taper spars of a Yankee frigate towering above the low timbers and heavy hull of a Dutch schooner--the gilded poop and curved galleries of a Turkish three-decker, anchored beside the raking mast and curved deck of a suspicious looking craft, whose red-capped and dark-visaged crew needed not the naked creese at their sides to bespeak them Malays. The whole was redolent of life, and teeming with food for one's fancy to conjure from. While we were debating upon the choice of a spot for our luncheon, which should command the chief points of view within our reach,
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