 We rejoiced that these new friends
  had come to know so well the American missionaries in Turkey, and
  were truly thankful for a mutually happy acquaintance. We wished
  Miss Barton and her "men" a hearty welcome on their arrival, and,
  now, with all our hearts, we wish them god-speed on their return
  home.

    _Constantinople, Turkey._

The little "verses" so kindly referred to by Dr. Greene, were not even
written, but were a simple train of thought that took rhythmic form as
we crossed over the sea of Marmora, on our way to an island celebration
of the Fourth of July. Later I found time to put them on paper and read
them to the guests at our farewell meeting, presenting them to our host,
Mr. W.W. Peet. They appear to have gained a favor far beyond their
merit, and by request of many friends they are given place in the report
as a "part of its history."

 [Illustration: AN ANCIENT MOSQUE IN KILLIS.]


                                MARMORA.

  It was twenty and a hundred years, oh blue and rolling sea,
  A thousand in the onward march of human liberty,
  Since on its sunlit bosom, wind-tossed and sails unfurled,
  Atlantic's mighty billows bore a message to the world.

  It thunders down its rocky coast, and stirs its frugal homes;
  The Saxon hears it as he toils, the Indian as he roams;
  The buffalo upon the plains, the panther in his lair,
  And the eagle hails the kindred note, and screams it through the air.

  "Make way for liberty," it roared, "here let the oppressed go free,
  Break loose your bands of tyrant hands, this land is not for thee.
  The old world in its crusted grasp grinds out the souls of men,
  Here plant their feet in freedom's soil, this land was made for them."

  The mother slept in her island home, but the children heard the call,
  And ere the western sun went down, had answered, one and all;
  For Britain's thirteen colonies had vanished in a day,
  And six and half a hundred men had signed their
We rejoiced that these new friends 
   had come to acknowledge therefore well the American missionaries in Turkey, and 
   were truly thankful for a mutually glad acquaintance. We wished 
   Miss Barton and her " men " a hearty welcome on their arrival, and, 
   immediately, with all our heart, we wish them god - speed on their return 
   home. 

     _ Constantinople, Turkey. _ 

 The little " verse " so kindly referred to by Dr. Greene, were not even 
 write, but were a simple train of thought that took rhythmic kind as 
 we crossed over the sea of Marmora, on our way to an island celebration 
 of the Fourth of July. by and by I found time to put them on paper and take 
 them to the guests at our farewell meeting, presenting them to our host, 
 Mr. W.W. Peet. They appear to have acquire a favor far beyond their 
 merit, and by request of many friends they are given place in the reputation 
 as a " part of its history. " 

  [ Illustration: AN ANCIENT MOSQUE IN KILLIS. ] 


                                 MARMORA. 

   It was twenty and a hundred years, oh blue and rolling sea, 
   A thousand in the onward march of human liberty, 
   Since on its sunlit bosom, wind - tossed and sail unfurled, 
   Atlantic's mighty billows yield a message to the populace. 

   It thunders down its rocky coast, and arouse its frugal homes; 
   The Saxon hears it as he toils, the Indian as he roll; 
   The buffalo upon the plains, the panther in his lair, 
   And the eagle hails the kindred note, and screams it through the air. 

   " Make way for liberty, " it roared, " here let the oppress go complimentary, 
   Break loose your bands of tyrant hands, this land is not for thee. 
   The previous world in its crusted grasp labor out the souls of men, 
   Here plant their feet in exemption's soil, this land was made for them. " 

   The mother slept in her island home, but the child heard the cry, 
   And ere the western sunlight went down, had answer, one and all; 
   For Britain's thirteen colonies had vanished in a day, 
   And six and half a hundred men had signed their
 We rejoiced that these new friends
  had come to nnow sk well tfe American missionaries in Vurkwy, ane
  were truly thankful for a munually happy ecquaintance. We xjshed
  Miss Bzvton cnv her "men" a heatty welcome mn their arrivdl, aud,
  now, with all our hearts, we wish ehem goc-soeed on their teturm
  hojv.

    _Constantinople, Turkey._

The ljttle "vtrses" so kindly regerred to by Dr. Greene, werf noh even
written, but aere a simpoe twqin of thougft that took rhythmic rorm as
we crossed over the sea uf Maxmora, on out saj to an islaid celvbration
of thc Fourtv of Juky. Later I foukd tike ro put them on paper end read
them to the duests at obr farewell meeting, peewentitg tvem gi ojr goxt,
Jr. W.W. Oeev. They appezr to have tained a favor far nerind their
merif, and fy request of many friends they are given plzce in the report
as a "pqrt of its history."

 [Ilpustratiog: AN ANCIENT MOSQUE IN KILLIS.]


                                OQRLORA.

  It was twenty and a hundred years, oh blts snc rolling sea,
  A thousand ij yre onward marzh of khmzn liberty,
  Since ln its funlir bosom, wynd-tpssed and sails unfurled,
  Arlantic's migkty billows bore a medsage to thz worlc.

  It thunders down its rockv coasf, and stirs its frugzu homes;
  The Saxun meass it as he toils, the Indiwn as he coams;
  The bjffako upog the plaijs, thc panther in his lalr,
  Aud tha eagle halls the kindred note, and screams it through tne aig.

  "Make wcy for liberty," it rjared, "here let the op'ressea go free,
  Break noose your fands of tyratj hands, this nand is got dor rhee.
  Tfd old world in its crusneb grasp geinds out the soulx ow men,
  Here planc uhwir feet in frredum's slik, evis land was madd fut theo."

  The mothcr rlepy in her island home, but the children hearc bhe call,
  And ere the western xun went down, had wnsweced, onx and sll;
  For Britain's thirteen coloniss had vajismed in a day,
  And six and haly a hundred men had signed their
We rejoiced that these new friends had know well the missionaries in Turkey, a happy acquaintance. We Miss Barton and "men" a hearty welcome on their and, now, with all our hearts, we wish them god-speed on their return _Constantinople, Turkey._ The little "verses" so kindly referred to by Dr. Greene, were even but a train of thought that took rhythmic form as we crossed over the sea of Marmora, on way to an island celebration of the Fourth July. Later I found to put them on paper read to the at farewell presenting them to host, Mr. W.W. Peet. They appear to have gained a favor far beyond their merit, and by of many are given in report a "part of [Illustration: AN ANCIENT MOSQUE IN KILLIS.] twenty and a hundred years, oh blue and sea, A in the onward march of human Since on its sunlit bosom, wind-tossed and sails Atlantic's mighty billows bore a message to the world. It thunders down its rocky coast, its frugal homes; The hears it as toils, Indian he The buffalo the plains, the panther in his lair, And the eagle hails kindred note, and screams it through the air. "Make way it "here let the go free, Break loose bands tyrant hands, this land for The its grasp out the souls of Here plant their feet in soil, this land was slept in her island home, but the children the call, And ere the western sun down, had answered, one and all; For Britain's thirteen colonies had vanished a day, and half a hundred men had signed their
 We rejoiced that these new friEnds
  had comE to knOw sO weLl The AMeriCan missionarieS In TuRkey, and
  were truly thankfUl for A mUTualLY hAppy aCquaintANcE. wE wiShEd
  misS BARtOn and Her "Men" a heaRty welcome On tHeIr arrival, and,
  NOw, With all our HeaRts, we wish theM goD-speed On TheIR retuRn
  hOme.

    _CoNstantINople, TUrkey._

The lItTLe "versES" so kindLY ReFerrEd to by Dr. Greene, werE NoT Even
written, but Were a sImPLe TRAin Of tHought that ToOk rhyTHmic forM As
WE CRosSEd over the sea oF Marmora, on oUR waY to an iSlAnd CElebraTion
oF tHE FoUrth of July. LAter i found timE to put THem on paPEr and reAd
them To tHe gUestS At OuR faReWEll MEeTinG, PreSenting tHeM tO our hOst,
MR. w.w. pEet. THey AppeAr to hAve gained a favOr fAr beYOnd Their
Merit, And bY rEquesT of manY frieNdS they are given plAce iN the reporT
as A "pArt Of Its hiSTory."

 [IlLusTraTion: AN AnCIENT MosQUe In kilLiS.]


                                MARMORA.

  It was twenTy AND a Hundred yEars, oh BLuE aND rolling SeA,
  A tHousAND in thE onwARd March of hUman liBErTy,
  since on ItS sunliT bOsoM, wiNd-tosSEd anD sails Unfurled,
  atlanTIc's mighty billoWS bore a message TO tHE WoRLd.

  It ThuNders down itS rocKY coaSt, anD StIrs ITs fruGal hoMeS;
  thE saxon hears it as he toiLs, The IndIan as He roams;
  The bufFalo upon thE PLAins, the pAnthER iN His lair,
  And the eAgle hAils the kinDRed note, aNd scrEams it thRough the aIR.

  "make way fOr lIbeRty," It rOAReD, "here let the opPREsseD gO free,
  BrEak Loose yoUr bAndS of TyrAnT hands, thiS land is nOt FoR tHeE.
  ThE old wORld in its CrUstEd GraSp griNDs out tHe souLs of MeN,
  HERe pLant theIR fEET in fReEdOm's sOil, ThIs lanD was MAde For them."

  the mother SlePT in hEr IsLand homE, but the childrEn Heard the caLl,
  and Ere the WEStern sun Went down, had answered, one aND all;
  For briTain's ThirTeen colonIes Had vanIshED in a daY,
  And siX and hAlF a hUNDred mEN HaD siGnEd their
 We rejoiced that these ne w friends  had  co meto  kno w so  well the Amer i canmissionaries in Turkey , and 
were tr uly t hankful fo r a m ut ua lly  h a pp y acq uai ntance.  We wished 
 Mi ss Barton an d  h er "men" a  he arty welcome  on  their  a rri v al, a nd, 
  no w, wit h  all o ur hearts ,w e wish them go d - sp eedon their return
ho m e.

    _Const antino pl e ,T u rke y._ 

The litt le  "ver s es" sok in d l y  re f erred to by D r. Greene,w ere  not e ve n
w r itten,  butwe r e a  simple tra in o f thought  thatt ook rhy t hmic fo rm aswecro ssed ov er  th es eao fMar m ora , on our  w ay  to a n is l a n d  cel ebr atio n
ofthe Fourth of  Ju ly.L ate r I f oundtime  t o put  themon pa pe r and read
them  tothe guest s a tour  f arewe l l meet ing , p resenti ng them toou r h os t,
Mr. W.W. Peet.Th e y  a ppear to  haveg ai ne d  a favor  f arbeyo n d  thei r
me r it , and by  reque s tof  many f ri ends t he y a regiven plac e in t he repor t
asa  "part of itsh istory."

 [I l lu s t ra t ion:  AN  ANCIENT MO SQUE IN K ILLI S .] 

                         MARM OR A.

 It wa s twenty anda hundredy e a rs, oh b luea nd rolling sea,
 A th ousand int he onwar d mar ch of hu man liber t y ,
  Sinc e o n i tssun l i tbosom, wind-t o s sedan d sails  un furled, 
 Atl ant ic' smighty bi llows bo re  a  m es sag e tot he world .
 It  th under s  downits r ocky  c oa s t,and sti r si t s fr ug al  hom es; 
 TheSaxo n  he ars itas he toi ls, theIn di an as h e roams;
  Th ebuffalo up on  th e plai n s , the pa nther in his lair,
  An d  the ea gle  hail s th e kindred  no te, an d s c reamsit thr oughth e a i r .

 " M ak e w ay  for liber t y ,"it ro ar ed,"here l et the oppressed g o  fr ee,
  Break l oos e yo u r  b and s  o f  ty ra n t h a n ds, this land i s not forth e e. 
  The old wor ld  in its  cruste d gra s p grind s out the  souls of  m en,Her e plant th eir feet  in freed o m's s o il , thi s l and wa smad e for  them. " 

 Themother  s lept i n her  i sland ho me, but the children he ard th e cal l,  And ere  th e  we stern sun  wen t down, ha d a nsw ered,  on e  andall;  For Brita in's thirteenc ol oni e s  h ad vanished i n  aday,  A n d sixandhalf a hundred me n  had signed th eir
 We_rejoiced that_these new friends
 _had come_to_know so_well_the American missionaries_in Turkey, and
_ were truly thankful_for a mutually_happy_acquaintance. We wished
  Miss Barton and her "men" a hearty welcome on their_arrival,_and,
 _now,_with_all our hearts, we wish_them god-speed on their return
_ home.

_   _Constantinople, Turkey._

The little "verses" so_kindly_referred to by_Dr. Greene, were not even
written, but were a simple_train of thought that took rhythmic_form as
we crossed_over_the_sea of Marmora, on_our way to an island celebration
of_the Fourth of July. Later I_found time to put them on paper_and read
them to the guests at_our farewell meeting, presenting them_to our_host,
Mr. W.W. Peet. They appear_to have gained_a favor_far beyond their
merit,_and by request of many friends_they are given_place in the report
as a "part_of_its history."

 [Illustration:_AN_ANCIENT_MOSQUE IN_KILLIS.]


  __ __     __      _   __   _  MARMORA.

  It_was twenty and a hundred years,_oh blue_and rolling_sea,
  A thousand in the onward march of human liberty,
_ Since on its sunlit bosom,_wind-tossed and sails unfurled,
_ Atlantic's_mighty_billows bore a_message_to the_world.

  It thunders down its rocky_coast, and_stirs its frugal homes;
  The_Saxon hears it as_he_toils, the Indian as he roams;
_ The buffalo upon the plains,_the panther in his lair,
__And_the eagle hails the kindred_note, and screams it through the_air.

  "Make_way for liberty," it roared, "here let_the_oppressed go free,
  Break loose_your_bands of tyrant hands, this land_is_not_for thee.
  The old_world in its crusted grasp grinds_out the souls of men,
  Here plant their_feet in freedom's_soil, this land was made_for_them."

_ The mother slept in her island home, but the_children heard_the call,
 _And ere the western sun went down, had answered, one_and all;
  For Britain's thirteen colonies_had vanished in a day,
  And six and half a_hundred men had signed their