. The cruise of the steam yacht North Star; a narrative of the excursion of Mr. Vanderbilt's party to England, Russia, Denmark, France, Spain, Malta, Turkey, Madeira, etc. and Mrs. Leyland, and their son and daughter, tutorand governesses, came from the yacht Sylphide, and we weremuch gratified with the party. After dinner we landed in Pera, which, with Galata and To-phana, arc the suburbs, in which all foreigners reside ; and theyanswer to Constantinople as Brooklyn does to New York, but areunited to Constantinople by a bridge resting upon boats, whichspans the Golden Horn. Tophana and Galata
. The cruise of the steam yacht North Star; a narrative of the excursion of Mr. Vanderbilt's party to England, Russia, Denmark, France, Spain, Malta, Turkey, Madeira, etc. and Mrs. Leyland, and their son and daughter, tutorand governesses, came from the yacht Sylphide, and we weremuch gratified with the party. After dinner we landed in Pera, which, with Galata and To-phana, arc the suburbs, in which all foreigners reside ; and theyanswer to Constantinople as Brooklyn does to New York, but areunited to Constantinople by a bridge resting upon boats, whichspans the Golden Horn. Tophana and Galata are on the watersedge, and Pera covers the hill-top. In Galata is the naval arse-nal, and the military affairs are chiefly carried on in impressions produced upon a foreigner at landing are verystrange. He has been gazing upon a capital of wonderful splen-dor and magnificence, and he finds himself at once in scenes ofdirt and filth which cannot be surpassed in the narrowest lanesof New York, or in the worst streets leading to the piers of theNorth river. Streets we did not find on landing, but oldwooden shanties seemed fo have been rained down, and our. VISIT TO PERA. 281 course was between them, and round them, and all the time up,up. We had a kind guide in Mr. G. De Giacom^o, a Greek, whocarries on th: ship-chandlerj business, and had the supply of ouryacht. He piloted us round, and took us to several stores; andat one house, up stairs, we saw some exquisitely-embroideredmuslin dresses, wrought by Armenian women. The ladiesthought them more beautiful than any similar work in heat was intense, and the labor of ascending the wretchedstreets, and getting out of the way of asses laden with stones,who went straight on, was considerable. The loads on thesedonkeys were immense; bricks, stones, timber, were tied up withcords, and thrown over their backs, and a Turk walked behindsmoking. AVe entered a cafe for the purpose of obtaining ice-cream, but found the pr
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