In Italy they naturally took us for distempered Garibaldians, and set a gunboat to look for any thing significant in our changes of uniform.

We made Rome howl.

We could have made any place howl when we had all our clothes on.

We got no fresh raiment in Greece--they had but little there of any kind.

But at Constantinople, how we turned out! Turbans, scimetars, fezzes, horse-pistols, tunics, sashes, baggy trowsers, yellow slippers--Oh, we were gorgeous! The illustrious dogs of Constantinople barked their under jaws off, and even then failed to do us justice.