A Turkish sabre of ancient manufacture from Constantinople is shown in Fig.

Occasionally he wore a beautiful Turkish sabre, suspended by a silk ribbon.

At his side, instead of the Turkish sabre, a bag, richly worked with gold and pearls, was suspended by golden chains.

I never tired of examining their martial appearance, their sun-bronzed faces, their strange uniforms and their Turkish sabres, hung from cords.

There was one countenance, which, deadly white, and gashed by a Turkish sabre, had been ruddy with young life in the morning.