RUPERT C.

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GARDEN OF HYACINTHS

IN THE SERAGLIO, CONSTANTINOPLE.

(For the Mirror.)

In this garden the sultan passes most of his leisure hours, free from the outward parade attendant on his rank.  It is small, but tastefully disposed in oblong beds, edged with fine porcelain; no plant is allowed to grow in it except the hyacinth; whence the name of the garden and the apartment it contains.  Nothing can be more beautiful than the interior; three sides are formed by a divan, the cushions and pillows of which were of black satin, exquisitely embroidered.  The floor was covered with Gobelin tapestry, and the ceiling magnificently gilded and burnished.  Opposite the windows of the chamber was a fire-place, in the European manner; and on each side a door, covered with hangings of crimson cloth.  Between each of these doors appeared a glass-case, containing the sultan’s private library; every volume was in manuscript, with the name written on the edges of the leaves.  Opposite the doors and fire-place hung three gold cages, containing artificial birds, which sang by mechanism.  On one side was a raised bench, on which was placed an embroidered towel, a splendid vase, and basin for washing the hands and beard; upon the wall over it was suspended an embroidered portfolio, worked with silver on yellow leather, to contain the petitions presented to the sultan when he goes in procession to the mosque.  Close to the door was placed a pair of yellow boots and slippers, which are always at the entrance of every apartment frequented by the sultan.  Groups of arms, such as pistols, sabres, and poniards, were displayed with great taste and effect on the compartments of the walls; the handles were covered with diamonds and jewels of large size, which, as they glittered around, gave an almost dazzling brilliancy to this sumptuous chamber, thus characterizing the amusements of the man when divested of the ceremony and formality of the sultan.

INA.

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NEEDLE-WORK ALTAR-PIECE.

(For the Mirror.)

The town of Welwyn, Hertfordshire, was the last place of residence of Dr. Young, author of “Night Thoughts,” where he was rector.  His pious lady employed her leisure hours with her needle, in the completion of a most elegant altar-piece, which now embellishes the sacramental table in the church; and, through the care of the parish clerk, this specimen of the indefatigable mind of Mrs. Young has been surprisingly preserved.  The words down the centre,

  I AM
  THE BREAD
  OF
  LIFE,

have the appearance of being the production of a most masterly pencil; and the word “life” is in as fine a state of preservation as on the day when it was first presented by the benevolent artist; every tint, including the light and shade which surround the word, having withstood the ravages of time, and been ingeniously preserved by a kind of gauze covering.