down in a corner of her tent, her attitude and countenance expressive of the most intense fear as she clasps her babe to her breast, as though to save it from some impending danger, while through the open door of the tent we see the innocent cause of her alarm, a young, bright girl who looks incapable of inflicting injury on any one, but who, nevertheless, is suspected of being an unfortunate possessor of the dreaded Evil Eye. In the North of Europe, and also in many parts of Germany, we find traces of this superstitious belief among the peasantry, while in the Highlands of Scotland, and especially in the Hebrides, the gradual decline of a person’s health, or the sudden death of a cow, is commonly attributed to the baneful effects of an evil eye. Numerous as are the superstitions that have a world-wide prevalence, it is yet in the East that we meet with the most extraordinary and varied forms of beliefs of this nature, and any of our readers who have traveled much in Eastern countries, and at the same time entered into conversation with their inhabitants, have doubtless heard many a thrilling tale of vampires, ghouls and kindred races.     It is in Turkey and Asia Minor and the borders of the neighboring countries that the traveler is most frequently regaled with stories of beings of this nature, in whose actual existence the people of those lands most firmly believe. A vampire is supposed to be a body which, though to all intents and purposes dead and buried, is yet endowed with a certain kind of life and is animated by a horrid thirst for human blood. During the day the vampire reposes quietly in

his grave, but as soon as the shades of night begin to fall he makes preparations for sallying forth in search of his evening repast, and then, when all the world is buried in slumber, he steals out of his narrow resting place and wanders about till he meets with the only food that will appease his hunger, i. e., the blood of some one belong to the race of mankind. The victim may be his wife or child or some friend that, while in this life, he cared for more than life itself, but all considerations of love and friendship are now forgotten and the sole aim of the vampire is to slake his thirst. No feeling of pity moves him as, bending over his unconscious prey, he makes a small incision with his long, sharp tooth in his victim’s vein and then sucks his life-blood from him. Having thus satisfied his hunger, he steals back to his grave ere the first streaks of dawn appear in the east, there to rest till it is time for the next night’s orgies. And meanwhile, what of his hapless victim? Apparently he is none the worse except that he is rather pale, and on his throat is a small blue mark, but that mark tells him that his doom is sealed, and that a fearful fate awaits him. Slowly, but surely, he dies, and knows that instantly life is extinct he too must become one of the dreaded race and drag on a horrid existence at the expense of his fellow-men. Sometimes when a vampire is known to haunt a neighborhood the inhabitants join in self-defense, and proceeding to the burial ground open the grave, with many a prayer and no little fear and trepidation. The body, which has all the appearance of being still in life, is than taken up,