My object has been to show up a rotten system whereby everybody suffers.

I have some remote hope that things may change for the better, especially as one of the chief promoters of the system has now left Constantinople.
If I bring these pages to a somewhat abrupt conclusion, it is because I have had the bad luck to get a chill out shooting, and have been somewhat seriously ill.

However, I have hope that there is 'life in the old dog yet,' and that I may before long have some other adventures of a similar description to add to these 'unvarnished sketches' of my life.
_EXTRACT FROM THE 'DAILY TELEGRAPH,' June 21, 1886._ 'There will be some slight and melancholy satisfaction to his sorrowing family, and his many friends, in the knowledge of the fact that Hobart Pasha, a short time before his death, had prepared for publication a memoir of his stirring life and adventures.

The only fault, if fault there be, in this record, may lie in the circumstance that its readers may think it too brief.

At all events, we shall be told what Hobart had been about ever since the year 1836.