CASTLE OF THE SEVEN TOWERS

[Illustration:  Castle of the Seven Towers at Constantinople.]

 1.  Triumphal Arch of Constantine.
 2.  First Tower of the Pentagon.
 3.  First Marble Tower.
 4.  Second Marble Tower.
 5.  Angle of the Pentagon with the fallen Tower.
 6.  Double Tower.
 7.  Dedecagonal tower.
 8.  Square Tower of entrance to the Prison.
 9.  Round Tower falling to decay.
10.  House of the Aga, &c.
11.  Garden of the Aga’s House.
12.  Cemetery of the Martyrs.

The celebrity of the Seven Towers in European countries, though strongly savouring of romance, is no joke—­it being the prison where the Turks confine the ministers and ambassadors of the powers with whom they are at war.  At the present moment this engraving will doubtless be acceptable to our readers; especially to such of our City friends as have recently been induced to speculate on the heads of ambassadors of the allied powers; and a few days since it might have served as a scale for their wagering the “price of blood.”

With the early account of this castle we shall be brief.  It is cited in the history of the lower empire from the sixth century of the Christian era, as a point which served for the defence of Constantinople.  The embrasures of some of its towers, as well as of the towers that flank the ramparts of the town from the southern angle of the castle to the sea, blackened as is supposed by the Greek fire, announce that it was the principal bulwark of the city on the side of the Propontis, in the latter times of the empire.  In 1453, Mahomet II., after an obstinate siege, gained possession of Constantinople and the Castle of the Seven Towers, fear opening to him one of the gates of the latter.  The Turks relate that 12,000 men perished in this siege; and the marks of the ravages of the artillery are still visible, for, as usual, the conqueror did not concern himself about repairs.  Since that time the place has been the arena of many remarkable events, among which was the tragical murder of the caliph Osman the Second.  This has been followed up by many bloody executions; and at every turn gloomy sentiments, and the proud names of Turks and Greek princes, inscribed on the walls, speak the sad fate of those by whose hands they were traced.  Towers filled with irons, chains, ancient arms, tombs, ruins, dungeons, cold and silent vaults, a pit called the well of blood, the funeral cry of owls and of vultures, mingled with the roar of the waves—­such are the objects and sounds with which the eye and ear are familiarized in these dreary abodes, according to poor Ponqueville, the traveller, who speaks from experience—­within the walls. All this is a sorry picture for the

  “—­Gentlemen of England,
  Who live at home at ease.”