his immortal ancestors, not with the coldness of principle, but with the fervid enthusiasm of an all-engrossing passion; and though he cannot perhaps decypher the legends with which the monuments of ancient glory are inscribed, he, nevertheless, views them as the remembrancers of greatness gone by, and kindles into ecstacy at the thought, which he fondly cherishes, that, after the long repose of ages, the genius of Greece will yet revive, and a period come when vengeance and regeneration, going hand in hand, will purify the ancient seat ofscience and of art, from the presence of Saracen and barbarian spoilers. This deep and long-cherished enthusiasm is a part—and the better part-of his religion; and mingling in minds of the finest mould-for such are the minds of the modern Greeks, degenerate as they are called-with the reverence which antiquity naturally receives, and with that dim but hallowing conviction, that the blood of Pericles, Aristides, Demosthenes, Plato, and Socrates, still flows in the veins of those who inherit nothing but the fragments of the monuments they reared, or the shadow of that renown which will outlast the ruins of these monuments,-enthusiasm becomes passion, and passion excites action. A Greek in birth, in feeling, and in creed, I experienced the full force of that maladie du pays of which a Swiss or a Greek only can die: and often, in the loneliness of my exile, did I exclaim, in the language of the tenderest of our tragic poets, VOL. II. S Ω πατρίς, ο δῶμα τ ̓ ἐμὸν, Τὸν ἀμηχανίας ἔχουςα Δυςπέρατον ἀιῶ. ν' ὀικτροτάτον ἀχέων Θανάτῳ, θανάτῳ πάρος δαμένην Η γας πατρίας ςτέρεςθαι. About this period I had one day sauntered abroad, wrapped up, as was my custom, in my capote, and having no definite object in view, betook myself to the sea-shore, to indulge that deep melancholy which had now begun to prey both upon my health and my spirits. There was something in the monotonous murmur of each approaching wave, as it broke on the beach, and receded only to return and break again, in changeless succession, that soothed and tranquillized my feverish blood. Man cannot always live in the tempest and the tornado of excitement and passion, "o'erlaboured with his being's strife;" he must sometimes enjoy tranquillity and repose: but to a mind formed like mine, which values rest only as a restorative interval of action, old Ocean, in his calmer moods, possesses indescribable charms, and awakens powerful sympathies. He is then the type of slumbering power, and seems to body forth to the fancy the proviIdence of that Omnipotent Being, which unseen, or at least unnoticed by man, in the common course of events, awakes him with a voice of thunder, in those grander and mightier interpositions by which tyrants are hurled, as it were, at a single blow, by a single shock, from the pinnacle of their power, and empires levelled in the dust, by which a long-oppressed people, roused by a simultaneous but inscrutable impulse, assert the rights and prerogatives of humanity, and build up a glorious edifice of freedom and happiness on the very ruins of the despotism by which they were for ages degraded and enthralled. Delivering myself up to such musings,-in which the present was forgotten in the recollections of the past, or the hopes of the future,-I did not for a great while observe that I was watched by some individual, prompted either by curiosity, or perhaps a baser motive; nor should I have observed it at all, had he not made some noise in shifting his position, in order to screen himself from my eye, while I should continue exposed more fully to his own. I looked cautiously in the direction from which the noise proceeded, and without accelerating or retarding my pace, endeavoured to catch a glimpse of the wretch who had dared thus surreptitiously to intrude upon my solitude. Drawing my capote closer around me, and with my hand on one of the pistols in my belt, I approached the spot where I expected to have my suspicions either removed or confirmed. Scarcely had I done so, ere I discovered a tall dark figure cowering among the shrubs and underwood on the cliff, with his eye intently rivetted on my motions. No longer doubtful of his purpose, and surprised that, were he really employed by my enemies, he did not avail himself of so favourable an opportunity to do his work, I drew my pistol, and instantly fired—but to no purpose, for a moment after, I saw him bounding up the cliff like a gazelle and before I could pull another pistol, he had, happily for himself, got to a safe distance. This incident greatly alarmed me. I returned home by an unfrequented path, and, to my utter amazement, found Haroun had gone abroad without my orders-an event which had never happened before. I paced my apartment in a state of mind not to be envied or described. My enemies," said I, "have at last found out my retreat, and have employed assassins to detroy me. And that villain of a eunuch has betrayed me! But no, surely that cannot be. How can he sacrifice me and save himself?" At this moment Haroun stood before me. His countenance was pale as death, his nether lip quivered with excessive emotion, and I observed some spots of blood on his hands and on his breast: he remained silent. "Haroun !" said I, "speak; what has occurred so to disturb you?". He still remained silent"This is too much," cried I, in a voice of suppressed, but terrible energy: 66 'Speak, or I shall be tempted to slay you on the spot." "Effendi!" muttered the slave, who was ashamed of the emotion he had betrayed, and was only struggling with rebellious nature within him; "Effendi, we are undone!" "Is that all you have to tell me?" responded I, in that mood of mind which sports with misery. "Is it not enough?" replied he coolly. "It is," rejoined I; "but tell me how you have come to this conclusion. You must have some reason for pronouncing these dreadful words; you are not wont to speak rashly." "Nor do I now; but first let me ask how you could be so rash as to fire your pistol at the man among the cliffs; he had surely as good a right to be there ás yourself?" 'He had unquestionably: but you know our situation, and I thought the villain had come there for the purpose of watching me—or perhaps for a darker end. I am only sorry I missed him; but, from long disuse, my aim, I find, is no longer deadly." "Be easy on that score; your enemy will never go on a similar errand again. I have sent him to hell, to seek his old master the Disdar. But listen to what I have to say; every thing depends on instant decision; our fate is vibrating in the balance, and the most trivial accident may turn the scale, and make our destiny kick the beam. Alarmed by the unusual length of your absence, I girt on my yataghan, placed my pistols in my belt, and wrapping myself up in my capote, sallied forth in quest of you. Chance directed my steps to the sea-shore, where, from the top of a beetling rock, I discovered you alone, apparently absorbed in profound contemplation. Scarce had I obtained a view of your person, ere I perceived a man, wrapped in a dark capote, steal behind a projecting point |