Here, as every where, some degree of bustle is to be found in the bazaars, particularly in those which are covered in.  Beautiful and durable silk stuffs, the most valuable of which are kept in warehouses under lock and key, form the chief article of traffic.  In the public bazaar we found nothing exposed for sale except provisions.  Among these I remarked some small, very unpalatable cherries.  Asia Minor is the fatherland of this fruit, but I did not find it in any degree of perfection either here or at Smyrna.

Brussa is peculiarly rich in cold springs, clear as crystal, which burst forth from Mount Olympus.  The town is intersected in all directions by subterranean canals; in many streets, the ripple of the waters below can be distinctly heard, and every house is provided with wells and stone basins of the limpid element; in some of the bazaars we find a similar arrangement.

On a nearer approach, the appearance of Mount Olympus is not nearly so grand as when viewed from a distance.  The mountain is surrounded by several small hills, which detract from the general effect.

The baths, distant about a mile from the town, are prettily and healthfully situated, and, moreover, abundantly supplied with mineral water.  Many strangers resort thither to recruit their weakened frames.

The finest among these baths is called Jeni Caplidche.  A lofty circular hall contains a great swimming bath of marble, above which rises a splendid cupola.  A number of refracting glasses (six hundred, they told me) diffuse a magic light around.

Our journey back to Constantinople was not accomplished entirely without mishap.  One of the gentlemen fell from his horse and broke his watch.  The saddles and bridles of hired horses are here generally in such bad condition that there is every moment something to buckle or to cobble up.  We wer