The Armenians, of course, are Christians.

Their houses are large, clean, airy, handsomely paved with black and white squares of marble, and in the centre of many of them is a square court, which has in it a luxuriant flower-garden and a sparkling fountain; the doors of all the rooms open on this.

A very wide hall leads to the street door, and in this the women sit, the most of the day.

In the cool of the evening they dress up in their best raiment and show themselves at the door.
They are all comely of countenance, and exceedingly neat and cleanly; they look as if they were just out of a band-box.

Some of the young ladies--many of them, I may say--are even very beautiful; they average a shade better than American girls--which treasonable words I pray may be forgiven me.