On the occasion of a visit to a Turkish
gentleman in his garden, it so happened that two of his
nieces, not knowing that any one was calling, came to greet their uncle.
Surprised at seeing a man with him, the young ladies started back, as gazelles
might start at the sight of a hunter. Their uncle, however, summoned them to
return, and with extreme courtesy introduced them to his visitor, with the
information that one of the young ladies could speak English. Conversation in
that language had not gone far, when another gentleman was announced. Instantly
the girls sprang to their feet and darted away as for dear life. “See,” said
the uncle in tones of mingled vexation and sorrow, “See what it is to be an
educated Turkish lady!”
A Turkish gentleman of high rank wishing
his daughters to enjoy the advantage of a European education, but anxious to
spare them as much as possible the chagrin and ennui of being educated above
the station of a Turkish lady, hoped to attain his object by having his girls
learn to speak French without being able to read in that language. Such
experiences are disheartening. But, as the pale flowers which come ere winter
has wholly gone herald the spring and foretell the glory of summer, so the
recent improvements in the lot of Turkish women, however slight they may appear
meantime, warrant the hope of further progress and final emancipation.
EPILOGUE
To live in Constantinople is to live in a
very wide world. The city, it is true, is not a seat of lofty intellectual
thought. Upon none of its hills have the Muses come to dwell. It is not a center
of literary activity; it is not a home of Art Here is no civic life to share,
no far-reaching public works of philanthropy to enlarge the heart, no
comprehensive national life to inspire patriotism, no common religious
institutions to awaken the sense of a vast brotherhood enfolded within the same
great and gracious heavens. If one is so inclined, it is easy for life here to
be exceedingly petty. And yet, it is certain that to live in Constantinople is
to live in a wide world. It is not for any lack of incentive that a resident
here fails “to think imperially” or to feel on an imperial scale.
When a man possessed by the genius of the
place quits the city to reside elsewhere, the horizon of his life contracts and
dwindles, as when a man descends from the wide views of a mountain peak to the
life pent within the walls of a valley. For nowhere else is the mind not only
confronted, but, if one may thus express it, assailed by so many varied
subjects demanding consideration, or the heart appealed to by so many interests
for its sympathy.
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