SIR Thomas Vaughan, on his arrival at Constantinople, was cruelly disappointed, / in finding the women of that country so secluded from the public view; but, being invested with a special mission from his royal master to the grand seignior, and possessing an uncommon degree of impudence, in the course of conversation with the prophet's vice-gerent, he said, there was nothing he had so much at heart, no desire so strong, as that which he felt to behold the beauties that composed the royal seraglio. The Turk felt some repugnance, at first, to admit a man into this sanctum sanctorum, consecrated to himself alone: but, being a very handsome man, and perceiving a disagreeable, emaciated appearance in the amorous knight, he at length, after many petitions he received from him, (supplicating his royal consent) reluctantly complied. /

An ugly man in love, is said to appear still more hideous, when he endeavours, by expressive looks, to appear most amiable; and it may be said of Sir Thomas, what Le Sage says of an old Spanish gallant, which he celebrated, that, when he cast around his amorous glances, ‘he looked like a wretch in his agonies.’

The Sultana and the ladies who composed her train, were ready to expire with laughter at the havock, love and desire made on his features: the snowy teeth they displayed, the brilliancy of their fine black eyes, during this scene of mirth, greatly added to their personal attractions; and the knight quitted this enchanting scene, enamoured with them all. The Sultana entreated her lord, to suffer them to be often amused with this grotesque figure.