[Illustration: SHEPHERDS.]

Last night we bade farewell to the strange old city with its picturesque
sights, its glorious views and the many points of interest we had grown
so familiar with. Our adieus were said, the ammales had taken our
baggage to the steamer, which lay at anchor off Seraglio Point, and
before dark we went on board, ready to sail at an early hour.

The bustle of getting underway at daylight this morning woke me, and I
went on deck in time to take a farewell look. The first rays of the sun
were just touching the top of the Galata Tower and lighting up the dark
cypresses in the palace-grounds above us. The tall minarets and the blue
waves of the Bosphorus caught the golden light, while around Olympus the
rosy tint had not yet faded and the morning mists looked golden in the
sunlight. We rounded Seraglio Point and steamed down the Marmora, passed
the Seven Towers, and slowly the beautiful city faded from our view.

SHEILA HALE.




THEE AND YOU.

A STORY OF OLD PHILADELPHIA. IN TWO PARTS.--I.


Once on a time I was leaning over a book of the costumes of forty years
before, when a little lady said to me, "How ever could they have loved