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                            THE CHAUTAUQUAN.

      _A MONTHLY MAGAZINE DEVOTED TO THE PROMOTION OF TRUE CULTURE.
        ORGAN OF THE CHAUTAUQUA LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC CIRCLE._

                  VOL. V.      JULY, 1885.      No. 10.




OFFICERS OF THE CHAUTAUQUA LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC CIRCLE.


_President_, Lewis Miller, Akron, Ohio. _Chancellor_, J. H. Vincent,
D.D., New Haven, Conn. _Counselors_, The Rev. Lyman Abbott, D.D.;
the Rev. J. M. Gibson, D.D.; Bishop H. W. Warren, D.D.; Prof. W. C.
Wilkinson, D.D.; Edward Everett Hale. _Office Secretary_, Miss Kate
F. Kimball, Plainfield, N. J. _General Secretary_, Albert M. Martin,
Pittsburgh, Pa.




Contents

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    Some Damascene Pictures                         559
    The Boston Museum of Fine Arts
        Second Paper                                562
    Sanitary Conditions of Summer Resorts           564
    Wayside Homes                                   567
    Sunday Readings
        [_July 5_]                                  570
        [_July 12_]                                 570
        [_July 19_]                                 570
        [_July 26_]                                 571
    “We Salute Thee, and Live”                      571
    A Group of Mummies                              572
    A Trip to Mt. Shasta                            573
    Reassurement                                    576
    Will It Pay?                                    577
    Geography of the Heavens for July               578
    How Air Has Been Liquefied                      579
    American Decorative Art                         582
    Some Modern Literary Men of Germany             585
    Historic Niagara                                586
    Two Fashionable Poisons                         589
    Our C. L. S. C. Column                          591
    Glimpses of the Chautauqua Program              592
    Local Circles                                   593
    The C. L. S. C. Classes                         600
    The Summer Assemblies                           603
    Editor’s Outlook                                606
    Editor’s Note-Book                              609
    Talk About Books                                611
    Chautauqua in Japan                             612
    Program of Popular Exercises                    613
    Special Notes                                   616




SOME DAMASCENE PICTURES.

BY BISHOP JOHN F. HURST, D.D.


One is forcibly struck with the Damascene bazars. They thread the old
city in all directions. Some of them are new, and some very old. The most
of them are covered ways, where either side is divided into small booths,
or shops. The bazar has its specialty—the brass bazar, the silversmith
bazar, the goldsmith bazar, the shoe bazar, the silk bazar, and all the
rest. Then there is another order of division, such as the Greek bazar
and the Frank bazar. There is sometimes, however, a breaking up of all
orders, for goods of very varied character you can sometimes get in the
same bazar. The oldest of these quaint marts date back many centuries,
and are mere holes, or rickety houses, where buying and selling have
been going on for many a generation. The venders love these old places.
I imagine their fathers, and even remote ancestors sat in the same spot,
and did business in much the same way, and chaffed about the prices in
quite as much hyperbole, four or five centuries ago, as their children
do to-day, when a Frank drops into the busy way, and halts, and asks a
question concerning the beautiful wares.

The love is for the old. No Damascene wants to change to the new. The
smooth floor and familiar shelves of his booth he could not give up to
another for many a bright _bishlik_.

Not long since the Pasha of Damascus, who had been long making vain
efforts to get the shop-keepers of a stretch of the bazar in the “street
that is called straight,” to pull down their booths and put up new ones,
had to give up the task as hopeless. Finally he ordered that, at a given
signal, one night, the bazar should be set fire to in a number of places.
His officers did their duty well. They knew what they were about. The
result was that long reaches of this one bazar were burned to the ground.
The wares went up in smoke with the tinder which enclosed them.

“What could the people do?” I asked my informant.

“Do? Why, nothing at all.”

“Were they insured? Did they get any compensation