the English sailor prevailed upon the pasha
so far to screw up, his courage as to chase
a Russian frigate and corvette. But the
pasha while urging the vessels of his fleet
ahead, kept the Selimier under easy sail, so
that nothing might happen to put his chibouque
out. Had he been inclined to come up with
the enemy, his noble ship might have been
alongside the Russian frigate in three hours.
The Russians escaped into Sirepolis; the
pasha, rushing about the deck with a glass
in his hand, followed by two attendants
holding up the ends of his coat, gave orders
to tack, and expressed his intention of
engaging the Russians at anchor, or of
meeting them at sea, to-morrow. This
determination set the entire crew in commotion,
and everybody pestered the pasha with
advice. The jester had something more or
less funny to say on every point: the chief
butler declared that it was too dark to see
anything; the man in charge of the tobacco
advised his master not to run the risk of
wetting his august person; at last even the
cook tumbled up to explain his views. This
last adviser fairly exhausted the patience of
the English sailor, who seized him by the
shoulders and precipitated him towards his
proper sphere of activity. The arrangements
for action were complete: the desire for
retreat was general. The English sailor
went to sleep, expecting to awake within
sight of the enemy. But he was roused from
his slumbers by rushing water. He ran upon
deck and found the fleet sailing twelve knots
off the wind, and away from danger. The
pasha was joking with his officers. For the
first time he did not notice his English
visitor, fearing his dangerous advice. The
little captain, however, sighed when he saw
the brave Briton, who would have led the
fleet to glory. And so the Turks flew into
the Bosphorus, came to anchor, and throughout
that war the tame gulls were never again
disturbed from their resting places amid the
rigging of the fleet at its moorings.

The description of this cruise exhibits the
Turks at sea, twenty-five years ago, as very
indifferent sailors. Since that time, however,
busy scenes have passed in the Bosphorus
under the direction of the English sailor,
to whom we are indebted for the facts of
the present article, and who is now in
command of the fine Turkish squadron, now
armed and disciplined to do effective
work against the Russians. To Adolphus
Slade (now a Turkish Admiral), and to Sir
Baldwin Walker, the Sultan owes that
effective naval force which commands the
entrance to the Black Sea. Turkish guns
are now excellently worked; and men used
to salt water have replaced the effeminate
landsmen who once lazily smoked their
chibouques and sipped their sherbet
on the quarter-decks of the Sultan's men-
of-war. The sailors on board do fire the guns;
the lower ports are not kept open at
night; the men do not sleep on the watch;
and naval jesters enjoy sinecures.

Therefore we have every reason to hope
that the Turks at sea, at the present
moment, do not very closely resemble the Turks
at sea in the year eighteen hundred and
twenty-nine, as described by Adolphus Slade,
now Michavez Pacha.

THE WAR WITH FEVER.

WE receive encouraging news from one of
the chief seats of the war against Fever,
which we may head, if we please, Latest
Intelligence. Defeat of the enemy by a British
army thirty-thousand strong—loss by killed
and wounded only ten. We take the
particulars from a despatch just issued to the
world,—a capital report—short and to the
point—the second report of the indefatigable
police-commissioner, Captain William Hay,
on the operation of the Common Lodging-
houses Act, in the Metropolis.

The Common Lodging-houses Act gives
certain inspecting power to the police, and
certain compelling power to the magistracy, for
the purpose of keeping poison, whether
generated of cesspools, filth, overcrowding
or want of ventilation, from passing down
the throats of " common lodgers." The
end attained by this power of interference
would justify the strictest means that honesty
permits. There are fourteen hundred and
forty-one registered lodging-houses in
London, in which thirty thousand people have
been living under the circumstances of simple
decency required by the act, and during the
year now accounted for, among all these
thousands of persons, how many cases have there
been of fever ? Only Ten.

That is the end: the means used to
attain it are by no means of the strictest.
Even in its amended form the Common
Lodging-houses Act, like every act of
Sanitary legislation, has yet to be revised and
made more vigorous. Poisoning with filth
in every form should be as illegal as poisoning
with prussic acid. The Act provides authority
for removing dangerous nuisances that
exist " in or about " a common lodging-house,
and magistrates have ruled that " about " a
place does not mean in its immediate proximity
but anywhere upon it. Filth of the most
disgusting kind creeps and stagnates, lies
in heaps before the windows of such houses;
yet, under this act, the police has no distinct
authority to interfere. No landlord has any
more right to let a poisoned house than a
brewer has to sell fatal drugs in his beer.
It is the province of law to see that men
who sell to their neighbours any necessary
of life furnish the article in a reasonably
wholesome state. The law that condemns
bad meat and bad fish as unfit for human
food, is not only entitled to condemn, but
is bound to condemn, all houses that are
unfit for human habitation. The obligation